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    ABCs: Caught in the Crossfire

    When a pair of would-be dragon-slayers show up at the cave, Lia defends herself and her mate with low blow after low blow. But there are more factors at play than just blunt-force trauma, and P’oiu finds himself on the wrong end of a magic spell.

    Hey all – I’ve got a brand-new full-length story for you, and I’m pretty damn happy with it! It’s got both some familiar stuff and some very new ideas on how to make a guy double over in agony. As it turns out, the combination of magic and ballbusting is both fun and hot. Who knew?

    Also, I’m pretty sure this is the longest story I’ve ever posted (15K words!), and it’s pretty much non-stop ballbusting action throughout. That’s like 50 pages of low blows! I know my writing has slowed to a trickle in the past few years, but I hope stuff like this is worth the wait. :)

    Big thanks to SagaDC for proofreading, offering suggestions, and helping me figure out some logical inconsistencies (magic makes things complicated, yo). As always, let me know your thoughts – getting comments is half the fun of writing stuff like this!

    Note: if you want a version without random words getting censored, try reading on SoFurry or Blogspot. Hope you enjoy!


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    It had been a pretty relaxing Sunday so far. After a late night out, Lia and I had taken the morning to sleep in – or at least, we’d tried to. I’d woken up shortly after dawn to find myself wrapped around my mate, spooning with her backside, my cock already like a bar of iron against the smooth scales of her ass. When she wriggled closer to me for warmth, it was all I could do not to cream my scales. Luckily, Lia was a light sleeper as well, and before long we rang in the new day with some blissfully lazy sex. Hard to beat that.

    After we’d both recovered (and after some more half-asleep grinding), it was time to face the day. Opal was supposed to stop by later that afternoon – strictly for a casual visit, not for “business” – so after breakfast, we spent some time cleaning the cave. After an hour or two of sweeping floors and doing dishes I found myself yawning again, so I slipped back to the bedroom for a nap. There was still work to be done, but Lia let me go – after a quick backhand to the groin, at least.

    I was curled up under the covers, dreaming something about birds, when I heard the scream.

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    A few minutes earlier...

    To be honest, there was still a lot of cleaning left to do – we hadn’t even gotten to the cave entrance yet – but P’oiu looked like he could use the rest. He’s cute when he’s tired. Plus it was an excuse for a free nutshot, and who am I to pass that up?

    Besides, sometimes it’s nice for a girl to have a little alone time. Us dragons can be pretty solitary creatures – we need space to think. I was still getting used to sharing a home with my new mate. After all, I had been living by myself for years before P’oiu came stumbling into my cave...or rather, before I dragged him here, ***********, after fucking him and squeezing his balls so hard he passed out. Our first “date”. Ah, memories.

    It had been six months or so now since we’d tied the knot, and a hell of a six months it had been. It’s kinda crazy moving in with a new person! We had a lot of mutual attraction, obviously, and I definitely liked him, but we’d only known each other for a few weeks, and it was hard to know in advance how well we’d get along long-term. It had taken a bit of time to really get used to being around each other, especially after such an unusual start. (“Hi there, the name’s Lia, nice to meet you, mind if I pop your gonad?”)

    Honestly, the whole “indestructible testicles” thing had taken some effort to get used to. There was a time right after we’d met when it had been a huge negative. I’m sure that comes as a surprise, given how much I love flattening a nice pair of plums, but it’s true! I was raised very traditionally, and for us northern dragons that means the male is expected to give up one of his balls when he gets mated. I mean, my dad’s only got one, and I was there for the popping ceremony when my brother got mated a few years back. It was really touching! I mean, a guy has to be really devoted to his mate to let her crush one of his spuds, right?

    So when P’oiu showed up, with his magic balls of steel, I was a bit...well...disappointed. He seemed cute and sexy and I liked him, but I just couldn’t pop that damn nut of his! Which was sort of a dealbreaker. Of course, I realize now that I was being kinda difficult, and kinda selfish, and kinda sorta a huge bitch. (I’ve been working on improving my attitude.) I shouldn’t have pushed him so hard so fast. Apparently ballbusting isn’t a thing in southern dragon culture – like, at all, which blows my mind – and at the time, I don’t think I grasped how new it was for him. Especially the actual popping. We’ve talked about it since, and he says he’s glad he went through with it, but I still know I could have handled it better.

    Anyway – cultural differences, yada yada. Lucky for us, we found a nice solution, and I got to pop ol’ righty anyway! It grew back pretty much right away, of course, which was rather unexpected, but I can’t say I minded. Hell, that just means I might get to pop it again someday! (Which reminds me: I should start dropping hints for our anniversary. I feel like once a year might not be too much to ask…)

    It would have been nice for P’oiu if the testicular ordeal had ended there, but there was still one big wrinkle to iron out: meeting my family. Like I said, I’m from a traditional background, so once P’oiu had healed up, I dragged him up north to get an official blessing from my parents and my town’s elders. The initial introductions went okay, but once they realized he had a full sac, well...things got messy.

    I tried to explain that I actually had popped his nut, and that it had taken a damn month for the thing to rebuild itself, but my family was pretty skeptical. (Rightfully so...I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t actually felt the thing burst between my claws.) My mom wanted proof, and so did the town elders, and – well, anyway, that’s a story for another time. Suffice it to say that it took a lot of convincing, and that we had to extend our visit an extra week before P’oiu could make the journey home. My mom actually likes him a lot now, but I think he’s still a bit scared of her after the thing with her teeth.

    So yes, those indestructible nuts of his caused a few problems at first. But now? HUGE plus. I mean, you know me – I love pounding the spunk out of some guy’s stones, and with P’oiu, I never have to worry about breaking anything. Plus he bounces back from it quicker than any male I’ve ever seen. He’s the only dragon I know who can have his balls stomped into pancakes and still have a hard-on like a bar of iron. (As a teenager, I was repeatedly disappointed by the stamina of my partners – there were more than a few boys who wanted to get handsy with me, but very few who could even stay conscious through the foreplay.)

    I realize that all this is not P’oiu’s favorite thing in the world – heck, even when I dated other red dragons, who expected a punch to the groin as a standard part of making out, I tended to push guys a little too hard. But we’ve found a way to make it work. I like to threaten him with lots of low blows, and I’m constantly giving him little slaps and squeezes, but I save the really heavy ballbusting for special occasions. Most days our sex life is actually pretty vanilla, besides a bit of teasing. (Or sometimes a lot of teasing, when we’re expecting a business trip from Opal. I do enjoy making that boy squirm...) We make sure to keep each other very happy, as far as orgasms go. It’s not the only important thing in a relationship, but it’s certainly a nice perk.

    (Also, P’oiu would never admit it, but I think ballbusting may be growing on him. Sure, he’s not always in the mood – but on the right day, if I clamp down on his nuts at the end of a blowjob, I swear he comes twice as hard. Believe me, I’m the one who has to swallow it all.)

    Anyway – that’s probably enough chat about my favorite pair of balls for now. Where was I? ...Ah, right, cleaning the cave.

    So there I was, minding my own business and tidying up the entryway to get ready for Opal’s visit. (It’s important to keep the house clean when you never wear clothes – otherwise personal hygiene can get pretty nasty pretty fast.) It was simple work, so I let my mind wander: sex, food, the weather, Opal, sex again. At some point I started humming to myself, and soon enough that progressed to singing, and soon that progressed to dancing along as well. Before long I was in my own little world, shaking my hips and doing my best rock star impression. I had just reached the real funky part of the chorus (and bent over to pick some random trash off the floor) when suddenly:

    “Have at thee, foul beast! We are here to slay the...uh...the dragon?”

    My mouth snapped shut immediately, embarrassed to be caught mid-song – but then, this was my own home, and that voice definitely wasn’t P’oiu or Opal. The words weren’t so comforting, either. Quickly I peered back between my legs, curious to see who had just walked through the front door.

    Luckily, the visitors seemed just as offguard as I was. Two beastkin stood at the cave entrance, both gawping in surprise.

    The one on the left was some kind of rodent – a rat, I think, though I’d never actually met one before. He wore a long brown robe that pooled at his feet, with the hood thrown back to show his face. A simple white belt was knotted around his waist, and an ornate emerald amulet glittered on his chest, hanging on a chain of gold. He looked like someone I’d seen in one of Opal’s books...a sorceror, probably? Certainly not a warrior. There might have been some lean muscle hiding beneath those robes, but he was too fragile-looking to constitute much of a threat.

    The guy on the right, on the other hand – talk about beefcake. He was covered in a full coat of armor, but if he’d flexed his pecs I bet he could have cracked his chestplate. He was a full head-and-a-half taller than his companion, probably around 7 feet...which still only brought him to about the height of my chest. (Remember, we dragons are big.) A monstrous sword hung at his hip, long and thick and dangerous. Every inch of his body was wrapped in steel, except for the long gray trunk that stuck out from the bottom of his helm. An elephant. Interesting. My eyes flitted down to his groin. I’d heard that elephants were mightily hung – now I wondered if I’d have a chance to find out.

    Carefully I straightened, watching to see if either of the two would move. They had clearly come with the intent to do harm...though for the moment, they both seemed distracted by the sight of my ass. Ah, the good ol’ male libido. Maybe I could use that to my advantage.

    “Hello, boys,” I crooned, turning my head to face them directly. “You could have knocked.”

    “Uhh...” The elephant was gaping – or at least, I’m pretty sure he was. It was a bit hard to tell with his trunk obscuring his mouth. “Nobody mentioned it was a she…”

    Next to him, the rat finally seemed to snap out of his stupor. “Yeah,” he grumbled, shaking his head. “You’d think someone might’a mentioned that.”

    “...Are we still supposed to kill it?” asked the knight uncertainly.

    Okay. Shit. I could feel my adrenaline spike as the reality of the situation fully settled in.

    P’oiu had told me stories about people storming into his old cave – misguided adventurers intent on battling him to the death – but those stories had always ended on a funny note, either with him chasing off the attacker or with him getting repeatedly kicked in the balls. (Kayla once told me the full story of her first visit to P’oiu’s cave, and I mayyyy or may not have jilled off to it a few times.) Still, that kind of activity was mostly restricted to the southern territories and the kingdoms in the west, where the beastkin were more populous. This was the first time I’d ever had an attacker show up at MY cave.

    For a moment, I debated calling out to P’oiu for help, or yelling out to warn him...but then I took another look at my attackers, and my panic subsided a bit. The rat guy really didn’t look very threatening, and the elephant was still staring dumbly at my tits. Hardly an elite pair of dragonslayers. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

    “Aww, that doesn’t sound fun.” I stuck out my lower lip in an exaggerated pout. “I’m sure I could think of something a little more...exciting for all of us?

    “Let’s just do the job.” The rat fiddled with his amulet, rubbing a finger against the green gemstone mounted in its center. “We’ll slay the dragon and collect our reward.”

    I bit my lip and put on my best bedroom eyes. “Oh, but wouldn’t you rather lay the dragon?”

    The knight scratched his head. “She is pretty hot, dude...”

    “She’s trying to seduce you, you idiot,” said the rat, narrowing his eyes. “Pull out your sword.”

    “Mmm, yeah,” I purred, eyes dipping to the elephant’s crotch once more. “Pull out your sword for me, stud.”

    Even from across the room, I could hear the quiet metallic ding.

    The rat groaned. “Stop thinking with your cock, you stupid–”

    Thump. The knight raised a fist and brought it down on top of his partner’s head, hard enough to send the smaller male sprawling. The rodent let out a yelp of surprise and crumpled to the ground, his robes spread around him like a puddle of brown fabric.

    “Shut up, dude.” The elephant pulled off his helm, grinning from ear to ear as he stepped forward. “She clearly wants the D.”

    I bit back a laugh. What a charmer. “Oh yeah. You have no idea how lonely it gets out here, without a big strong man to please me...”

    “Oh, don’t worry baby, I’ll fill you up real good.” He was right in front of me now, his eyes level with my chest. He didn’t bother to look any higher. “Nobody does it better than me. I bet I can make you squeal.”

    Likewise, I thought to myself. “What about your friend?” I asked innocently, glancing over at his fallen companion. It was hard to tell, but the rodent looked like he might be out cold.

    “Him?” The elephant snorted, sliding a hand around my hip to grope my ass. “He’s just a cockblock. Not even a good sorceror – he can hardly do anything without that dumb necklace of his. Total beta male.”

    I eeped in surprise as the knight’s metal gauntlets made contact with my skin, the cold steel sending a chill up my spine. “Mmm...well forget him, then,” I panted. “Show me that nice, thick cock of yours.” (Not that I intended to do all that much with it, but honestly, I was curious for a look.)

    The knight’s hand left my waist, and he fumbled with his buckles for a moment. The pachyderm let out a groan of relief as his codpiece finally fell to the ground, a solid ten inches of elephant meat springing out into the open air.

    Immediately I slipped a hand between his legs, wrapping my fingers around the stiff length. I gave it a quick squeeze and felt it throb warmly in response, growing even harder now that it had room to breathe. The rumors were apparently true – he was pretty impressive, even with the size difference. Not quite as lengthy as P’oiu, but just about as thick. Unfortunate that such a nice cock was attached to such a dim knight.

    The male groaned in satisfaction as I played with his manhood for a few moments, exploring the rod from base to tip. “Mmm, that’s right. You like that big cock, don’t you, slut? Why don’t you get down on your knees and start suckimmmphg–”

    “Uh-huh.” With a roll of my eyes I pulled the elephant into my chest, smothering him between my breasts. I fished for a moment between his legs, giving his shaft a few more long strokes before letting my claws drift further south. I grinned as I found his calfmakers, wrapping my hand around the healthy pair. They weren’t quite as impressive as his penis – but then, I’d been spoiled by the big beatiful pair of gems that P’oiu always toted around. These orbs were more oranges than canteloupes.

    The knight still seemed to be enjoying himself, judging from his muffled groans...but that wasn’t going to last much longer. With practiced ease I isolated his left marble, trapping it against the palm of my hand. I gave the orb an experimental squeeze, feeling the spunkmaker deform a bit between my fingers and feeling the elephant stiffen in alarm.

    He wrenched his head from my breasts, gasping for air. “Hey! Be careful with thommgh–”

    I pulled him close once more, one hand pushing his head into my tits, the other starting to bear down on his doomed gonad. “Hush, dear, just enjoy the ride.”

    Ugggh.

    I looked up with a start. Across the room, the rat was stirring.

    “Fucking...damn it, my fucking skull.” The rat worked his way to a sitting position, holding his head in his hands. “You’re a real asshole, Ed, you know that?”

    I’d been hoping to enjoy myself and take my time teaching the knight a lesson, but clearly my plan would need to be accelerated. Unceremoniously I tightened my claws, flattening his left plum to a fraction of its usual plumpness.

    Immediately the pachyderm’s voice jumped an octave, and he began squealing into my chest. (Which kind of tickled.) Frantically he flailed at my arm, trying to break free of my grip, but I’ve had more than a little practice with flailing men, and I held him steady. I watched carefully for a moment to see if he’d make a move for the sword at his hip, but like most males, he seemed to forget all logic and strategy once I had started turning his testicle into a pancake.

    Across the room, the rat was slowly regaining his senses. “Blech.” He looked up at me, squinting. “What...what the hell are you two even doing?”

    “Oh, nothing. Just...nnrgh...showing your friend here a good time.”

    The rat peered back at me suspiciously. “Is that so.”

    I grinned nervously, fighting to restrain the squirming elephant. I had hoped I could make the knight pass out without doing any permanent damage, but unfortunately time was short. With a silent apology I repositioned my claws, then clamped down with my full strength.

    The knight’s doomed spud trembled for a moment as it fought to keep its shape, then disintegrated with a quiet squick. The muscular male bucked violently as half his genetic material was turned into jello, and it was all I could do to keep him from toppling to the floor in a writhing heap. As it was, he still managed to wrench his head free from my tits, gasping for air and shrieking in pain.

    My nut!” he cried. The elephant was pale as a ghost. “Raj, she–...oh god, my nut!

    Concussed as he was, it took the rat a moment to put it all together. “Wait...again?! Oh, for–!” The rat gave a long exhale of frustration. “For fuck’s sake, Ed, I don’t know why I even bother.”

    “My nut, Raj–”

    “No, seriously! First it was the pangolins, and then it was that raccoon chick, and then–...wait, is this the third time or the fourth?” The rodent scratched his head. “I can’t remember if that dolphin babe actually popped one or–”

    Please–!” he gasped raggedly. “Do the–...the…”

    “Ugh, fine.” The rat jabbed a hand towards me, his voice rising. “Testiculus reconstructum!

    I looked at the rat in alarm, expecting something to spring to life between his fingers – but much to my surprise, I felt something spring to life between mine instead. A strange force began to force my claws apart...the same claws that had just turned the elephant’s left jewel into jello. I could feel something squirming into existence, fighting for space to establish itself and slowly prying my fingers open. I might have tried to resist, if not for the sudden, violent twitch that seized the elephant knight, his whole body jerking in my grip as he let out a trumpeting bellow of agony. Surprised, I let go of his sac and clutched at the weakened male, fighting to keep him restrained. Quickly I reestablished my hold on his package, one hand wrapped around his back to keep him upright, the other slipping back down to grasp his scrotum and his last remaining testicle...s.

    Testicles. Plural. There were two of them.

    Incredulously I hefted his sac in my claws again, re-counting, and sure enough – one, two. His burst ball had...rebuilt itself, I guess? I mean, I’d seen P’oiu’s nut do it after our mating ceremony, so it was definitely possible, but that had taken weeks. This time I’d literally felt it turn from an orb into jelly and back again, in the space of about fifteen seconds. Heck, I hadn’t even finished fully grinding his ex-testicle into paste.

    I was suddenly aware of a growing warmth between my thighs. I bit my lip, mind abuzz with possibilities. Was this a recent development with magic? If so, I needed to start taking lessons now.

    Not that the elephant seemed to appreciate his good fortune. The male was still shaking in agony, whimpering voicelessly into my cleavage. Apparently repairing a ruptured nut didn’t do anything to cancel out the pain. Curious, I wrapped my claws around the same nut once more, probing it with a clawtip – and earning a sick mewl in response.

    Repaired but not protected, apparently. Smirking, I pulled him into my chest again. “Hmm. Interesting. Well, second time’s the charm.”

    A flick of my wrist, and the brand new spunkmaker splurted between my fingers, the orb quivering on the edge for a moment before disintegrating in my fist. The elephant let out a second squeal, even more effeminate than the first. I felt the heat between my legs grow stronger.

    Across the room rat groaned, rolling his eyes. “Okay, maybe I should have seen that coming. Seriously, though, I don’t know why I even bother.”

    My ball–!” moaned the elephant.

    “Oh shut up,” complained his companion. “Silencium aliorum!

    With those two words, the pachyderm’s plaintive cries were suddenly cut off. I looked down at the stricken male, his mouth still moving silently even though no sound came out. “Huh. Well that’s a neat trick.”

    “It’s a spell to silence any other males in the area,” replied the rat curtly. “He whines a lot when he loses a nut.”

    I watched the elephant mewl wordlessly for another moment before his eyes finally rolled back into his head. “Well, I’m not sure the magic was necessary. Looks like he was about to pass out anyw–”

    Petrificus!

    A bright light raced towards me. Only my reflexes saved me as a shock of blue flashed past my face, close enough that I could feel the heat on my cheek. My brain scrambled for an explanation. A spell? Was he attacking–

    Scorchio!

    A tight ball of flame shot across the room, splattering across the stone floor at my feet like lava. Most of it struck the elephant’s armor, but a few bits landed on my left foot, and I hissed in pain and surprise. Quickly I pulled my leg back, shaking off the burning substance. Fire-resistant scales or not, that still stung.

    Anger flared to life in my chest. What the actual fuck?!

    The sorceror’s amulet glowed like torch. “Petrificus!” he repeated, snapping his arm like a whip.

    Another flash of light. Instinctively, I defended myself with what I had at hand...which happened to be a fully-armored elephant. Roughly I yanked the male upwards by his remaining gonad, using his body to shield myself from the spell. And good thing, too. This time the bolt slammed home, striking the elephant with enough force to set me back on my heels. It ricocheted off the male’s armor, bouncing back towards its origin–

    –and striking the sorceror himself. The rat’s eyes widened as he toppled backwards to the ground, his body as stiff as a board.

    “Fuck,” he muttered.

    For a long second I stood there, processing what had just happened. Carefully I lowered my elephant shield to the ground. Suddenly I was aware of just how tightly I was gripping the male’s only remaining testicle – the surge of adrenaline had me on the edge of popping it. Guiltily I let the rubbery nugget slip from my fingers, the *********** knight flopping onto the floor with an inelegant clang.

    “Well that didn’t go as planned,” the rat deadpanned, still flat on his back.

    I tensed for a moment, concerned that he might attack again...but he remained motionless on the other side of the room. Cautiously I drew closer, looking down at the rat. He seemed frozen. Paralyzed, maybe? Didn’t seem to affect his face, though. He watched me as I approached, his whiskers twitching in agitation.

    “I don’t suppose we could pretend this whole incident never happened?” he asked.

    “Ohhhh no,” I replied, gritting my teeth. As I got closer, and grew more certain that the rat was no longer a threat, I could feel rage rising to replace my fear. This asshole had barged into my home, threatened me, attacked me – he needed to be destroyed. “No...no, I’m gonna teach you a lesson. A very painful lesson. One ruptured nut at a time.”

    The rat looked a bit panicked at that (or at least, as panicked as someone can look with limited motor functions). For a moment he searched for words. “T–...testi...” He cleared his throat, his voice growing more confident. “Testiculi steelum. Agonia deflectum.” His amulet shone once more.

    I had closed the distance now. Roughly I grabbed him by the arm, hauling him to his feet. “Yeah yeah, keep speaking gibberish.” I hooked a claw just above his collarbone, tearing off his amulet in one quick motion and tossing it aside. “No more magic, bucko. Just your balls versus my knee.”

    The rat narrowed his eyes, seemingly unafraid even as I lifted him into the air. “You can’t hurt me.”

    I raised an eyebrow. “You sure?” Nonchalantly I sliced through the male’s robes, tearing the brown fabric into strips with the points of my claws. I took a second to examine the suddenly-nude rodent, my eyes dropping to his well-stuffed scrotum. “‘Cuz I’m pretty sure I’m about to pound your jewels into a fine powder.”

    “Good luck with that.” His eyes darted downwards as I lifted my knee, nudging it against his heavy sac to line up my target. His plump orbs rolled loosely against my kneecap, unaware of their imminent fate. “You won’t make me squeal.”

    I grinned, flashing my teeth at the smaller rodent. “Oh,” I purred, “we’ll see about that,” and brought him down onto my knee with every ounce of force I could deliver.

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    P’oiu:

    At first, I thought the scream had just been my imagination. I sat up groggily, blinking the sleep out of my eyes. A bad dream, maybe?

    But as soon as I lay back down, the sound came again – more of a girlish squeal, this time. Curiously I listened, waiting for more noises, but I couldn’t hear anything in particular. For a few long moments I lingered, debating whether or not to get up, but finally I shook my head, grit my teeth, and swung my legs out of bed.

    Even then, it took a few seconds more to muster the will to actually stand up. I stretched for a moment, working the tired out of my muscles and fighting the urge to yawn. How long had I been asleep? I could have sworn I heard voices in the other room – more than one voice, in fact. Maybe Opal had arrived already? I took a few steps towards the door–

    –and immediately toppled to the floor as a burst of agony exploded in my groin. Oh fuck! My testicles squealed in protest at the sudden, violent impact, as something crashed into my crotch with enough force to make my eyes water. Wordlessly I flailed, legs turning to jelly as I crumpled to my knees. A deep ache, familiar and terrible, bloomed in my gut like ink dropped in water.

    If I hadn’t been awake before, I certainly was now.

    But not awake enough, apparently. Before I’d even finished sinking to the floor, another blow came slamming home at near-neutering velocity. A spasm ran through my whole body, from my pelvis outwards, a violent shiver passing through me as the flood of pain signals raced up my spine. My claws twitched – once, twice – before I finally managed to wrap them around my battered orbs, trying to protect my eggs before they could be scrambled any further. I bent forward until my head touched the ground, my body forming an awkward tripod, both hands clasped tightly between my legs.

    My nuts. Oh holy fuck. What the hell had just happened? Weakly I peered back between my legs, expecting to find Lia – it wouldn’t have been the first time she had snuck up on me and completely wrecked my gonads – but there was no one there. She could have been hiding, I suppose, but that wasn’t really her style…she was more likely to shove her tits in my face, give my cock a few strokes, and then blast me in the balls again. So where was she?

    It was then that a second odd thing struck me...I wasn’t making any noise. Sure, sometimes it took me a moment to find my voice after my dragonmakers had been launched into my lungs, but this was different. I could feel my mouth moving, and as I knew all too well from experience, usually I’d be mewling like a hatchling after a blow like that. And yet, the only noise that greeted me was the sound of my toeclaws, scraping against the stone floor as I squirmed in place.

    This was odd. Very odd.

    A spent a few more long seconds on the floor, resisting the urge to vomit and trying to gather my wits. When I had first met Lia, a pair of hits like that would have kept me in the fetal position for a solid ten minutes...but by now, I’d been hit in the balls a thousand times. It never hurt any less, mind you, but you did start learning how to work through the pain.

    Reluctantly I took one hand away from my groin, and then the other, allowing my heavy sac to dangle between my legs once more. As I raised myself onto my hands and knees, I glanced back at my package for a moment. Everything looked alright.

    And that’s when my world exploded again.

    My mouth opened in a silent howl as something pounded my plums flat, crushing the spunk-filled spheres to the very edge of rupture. Or at least, that’s what it felt like. I didn’t see Lia’s foot come smashing up into my stones...or anyone else’s foot, for that matter.

    99% of my mind was wrapped up in impossible, soul-crushing nutpain. And the last 1%, the part that clung to rational thought, was utterly confused. What the hell was happening? Was there some goddamn ghost in our cave who wanted to turn my berries into paste? Maybe one of Lia’s ancestors? How could a ghost possibly kick me in the balls?!

    It didn’t add up. I hadn’t seen a foot come swinging into my groin, or heard the thwack of something striking my sac, or seen my stones go flying with the impact. In fact, I’d been looking right at my dragonmakers, and I was pretty sure they had just...hung there. Which made no sense. It felt like Lia had just tried to kick a field goal with my scrotum, and completely crushed my gonads in the process. I swear I could feel my left nut, trying to reinflate itself after being flattened to a fraction of its normal size...but as soon as I got my claws around the poor orb, I knew it was fine. As plump and healthy as ever. It hadn’t been touched.

    Not that that was a whole lot of consolation. I was still in a heap on the floor, feeling like I’d just taken a cannonball to the cajones. My entire body writhed, seeking an escape from the apocalyptic ache in my groin and finding none. If I was capable of making any noise, I’m sure I would have been moaning in an embarrassingly high octave. And despite extensive evidence that my testicles were virtually indestructible, I couldn’t help but wonder how many of my unborn children had just been ballbusted out of existence.

    Worst. Wake-up. EVER.

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    Lia:

    Now, I’ve kneed a whole lot of guys in the balls over the years, with a whole lot of different reactions. Some guys moan, some guys squeal, some guys gasp for breath. P’oiu tends to mewl, in a way that’s very cute and also pretty hot. But this was the first time I had ever heard anyone chuckle.

    For a moment I was at a loss. Had I imagined it? But no – the little asshole was grinning up at me like he’d just found a wheel of cheese. (Is that racist? Sorry, I say things when I’m upset.) Anyway, the look on his face just made me that much angrier, so I hoisted him up and slammed him back down on my knee again.

    It wasn’t my very best work – I was used to a larger target, after all, and I don’t aim as well when I’m pissed off – but it should have been more than enough to make a male sing soprano. I could feel the rodent’s fat plums spread out across the top of my knee, crushed flat against the poor guy’s pelvis. The orbs squirmed against my skin like a pair of water balloons. The blow wasn’t hard enough to pop anything – like I said, I wasn’t really aiming – but it should have made the little guy’s eyes roll back into his head, no problem.

    Instead he just kept looking at me, and grinning that STUPID GRIN. “Used to more of a reaction?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

    I growled and lowered my knee, still holding the rat aloft by his shoulders. Curiously I lifted him up to eye level once more, peering between his frozen legs. Sure enough, there they were: two heavy spunkmakers, hanging like a lopsided pendulum between the male’s legs. So why the lack of reaction?

    “...Yes,” I admitted, finally. “So what, are your nuts fake or something? Some other girl already beat me to the pop?”

    I pounded my knee up into his crotch yet again, a sharp slap echoing through the room as my bare thigh connected with his bare sac. His body shook with the impact, but the male just kept grinning. “Ha! Cute guess, but no, they’re the real deal. Functional and everything.”

    Thump, thump. I drove my kneecap up into his gonads twice more, flattening the pair into his pelvis. I could feel his left nut get caught lengthwise, the oblong orb compressed down into a sphere, then into a pancake, before it finally squirted aside to safety.

    The rat just smirked. “I’m afraid that’s not going to do much good, love.”

    I was starting to see red. I grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, hoisting him back up to eye level. “Okay, fine. You’re using a spell to block out pain or something.”

    He sniffed. “To deflect pain, yes. Agonia deflectum.

    “Yeah yeah, you’re very fancy, good for you.” With my other hand I reached between his legs, closing my fingers around the neck of his scrotum. “Doesn’t mean I can’t ******** you.”

    “Uh, did you not hear my other spell? Testiculi steelum. ‘Balls of–’”

    “WHATEVER SHUT UP I’M GOING TO ******** YOU NOW.”

    He raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Go ahead then, give it a try.”

    My eyes narrowed, and my grip tightened. Casually I isolated one of his balls, rolling the rubbery lump in my fingers, digging the clawtip of my thumb into the side of the sphere to test its strength. I’d done this before – in fact, P’oiu’s nut was a hell of a lot sturdier than the marble I held now, and I could still remember the feel of it rupturing in my claws. A flick of my wrist, and I could turn a testicle into paste.

    I smiled, with teeth. “You asked for it.”

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    P’oiu:

    When you’ve been with someone for a while, you get very familiar with certain details of their behavior. You start to recognize the way they bite their lip when they’re frustrated, or squint their eyes when they’re getting a headache, or sit a little closer to you when they’re about to fall asleep.

    Or, in my case, you recognize the way a certain dragoness stabs her clawtip into the side of your ball when she’s getting ready to scramble its contents.

    So far, I had managed to crawl a few steps into the hallway – though not without crumpling to the ground once more, when two more inexplicable blows had crashed into my groin in quick succession. I had just managed to force myself back to my hands and knees when I felt an all-too-familiar tingle between my legs: Lia hefting my balls in her claws, weighing the orbs for a brief moment before deciding which one she wanted to crush.

    Panicked, I glanced back between my legs again. There was still no one there, but I knew in my gut that it had to be my mate. Who else would want to mangle my gonads so badly? Well...a lot of people, actually, if history was any indication. But I knew Lia, and I would have bet my left nut that she was somehow behind this. Hell, I would have bet my left nut even without magical regeneration powers.

    As if to confirm my suspicions, I felt her grip shift again, claws encircling my right nut as they had a hundred times before. My eyes watered as she tapped the back of my testicle, seeking the most sensitive spot to dig in. I had a sudden vivid memory: Lia riding cowgirl, squeezing my sac, growling something about turning my nuts into shish-kebabs, my cock and balls both about to burst–

    And then the phantom claws bore down, and I was down like a bag of bricks.

    Reader, I don’t know if you’ve ever been speared through the testicle before. I’m guessing you probably haven’t, either because (a) you’re female, or (b) you’re not mated to a ballbusting fanatic with claws, but let me tell you: it’s not super fun. Especially when your nuts are indestructible.

    “Wait,” you might say, “isn’t it good to have unbreakable stones?” Well yeah, of course it is, but it’s got some ugly downsides, too. For most other males, if some chick shoved a claw through their nut, the poor thing would just pop. Losing a nut is agonizing (trust me, I know), but it’s also pretty instant, and you’d probably pass out after a few seconds. Me, though? My ball isn’t going anywhere, so Lia can just dig around and scramble my egg as much as she wants. She can’t actually puncture the thing, but she can squeeze it into a donut ‘til her claws touch in the middle, or scrape around with a clawtip until the insides are basically jelly. It’d almost be better if my gonad just burst right away – but then, the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence. (And when both sides of the fence involve getting your plums crushed, I guess it’s a bit of a loss either way.)

    Anywho – Lia, nut-skewering, etc. I spent a long minute or so flopping around on the floor while some invisible force mixed up the inside of my right nut like a blender. I was clutching my sac the whole time, of course, and in reality both my spuds seemed perfectly fine, but it certainly felt like there was a drill being rammed into my testicle.

    Finally the torture subsided, and I let out a (silent) sob of relief. I still didn’t know what the hell was going on, but now I could definitely hear Lia down the hall. She sounded angry...though I could have told you that already, given the state of my groin. With a desperate determination, I pulled myself up onto my elbows and continued dragging myself towards the cave entrance.

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    Lia:

    You know, I get a lot of enjoyment out of the physical act of ballbusting: the slap of skin on skin, the feeling of those round lumps flattening against my thigh, the way a guy’s sac starts to tighten up after a solid kick or three. It’s a pretty good workout, too, depending on your method of choice. (Tail-busting is great for your ass.) I used to joke to P’oiu that if he got me an exercise dummy with a realistic package, I’d spend an hour on it every day, and be ripped by the end of the month.

    Well, it turns out that crushing nuts is a lot less fun when the guy they’re attached to doesn’t react, like, at all. It’s kind of demoralizing, actually. I pride myself on knowing exactly how to handle a male – how to tease, how to punish, how to push a pair of balls to their limit without going too far. I spent my teenage years getting intimately familiar with handling dragon testicles: pinching, prodding, fondling, stomping, juicing. And granted, this rat guy was a different species, but it’s not like I was trying to do anything nuanced to him. All I wanted to do was turn his spunkmakers into pulp. Given my difference in size and strength, it should have been trivial.

    Over the past ten minutes I’d tried kneeing, squeezing, some uppercuts, more squeezing, and a couple frustrated slaps...with no success. Not that that was about to stop me. As P’oiu may have told you a few times, I’m incredibly stubborn – and I’ve never tried to pop a testicle and failed. In fact, the one time I did struggle to burst a ball, I ended up continuing to try for weeks until the damn thing finally gave way. And that’s how P’oiu and I became mates.

    So I wasn’t about to give up just because Mr. Asshole Sorceror was being all stoic and snarky. No, that just meant I needed to turn it up a notch.

    The rat looked at me smugly as I pounded my fist up into the crux of his legs for the fourteenth time...or was it the fifteenth? “Getting tired?” he asked.

    I shook out my hand. My knuckles were starting to get sore, to be honest. “You know,” I grunted back, “that cockiness is gonna bite you in the ass eventually.” My gaze flicked downwards. “Or elsewhere.”

    Mr. Asshole followed my gaze, and for a split second I could see his eyes go wide with fear. Aha! Victory! Maybe his spell’s secret weakness was dragon teeth! Confidently I lifted him up until his groin was level with my face.

    “Normally I only do this for people I really like,” I teased, tracing my tongue across my teeth. Sensually I leaned forward and closed my lips around his sac, tugging down on the twin orbs until they popped from my mouth with a wet smack. “But for you, I’ll make an exception.”

    The rat was trying to play it cool, but he was visibly uneasy. With relish I popped his left gonad into my mouth, rolling it around on my tongue for a moment...and then I chomped down like a hungry hippo.

    A thrill ran through me as the male flinched – yes! Finally! But after a few seconds passed without any squealing or moaning or begging for mercy, it became clear that his nervous reaction had been instinct and nothing more. I sighed internally. I suppose it would be intimidating to watch your sac get lowered into a dragoness’s mouth, even if you knew logically that nothing was going to happen.

    The joy I had felt a few moments ago was gone. Now I felt more like a hatchling being ****** to eat her vegetables.

    Still, it couldn’t hurt to be thorough. I sucked the rest of the rat’s sac into my mouth, moving its contents around until I had one ball in each cheek. Carefully I positioned the orbs between my molars and canines, preparing to crack each nut for the creamy center inside. I closed my jaw just a bit, testing their firmness, then braced myself and fully bit down–

    –and then I bit down even harder in surprise, as something grabbed hold of my leg. Hastily I spat out my mouthful, whipping my head downwards to see...

    “P’oiu?”

    My mate gazed up at me weakly, one clawed hand wrapped around my ankle. The dragon was shaking, flat on his stomach, his muscles taut with agony. His tail twitched like a schizophrenic snake.

    Immediately I dropped to one knee, setting the still-paralyzed rat back on the ground (where he prompty toppled onto his back). I placed a hand on P’oiu’s shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze, trying to soothe his obvious distress. “What happened? What’s wrong?”

    Slowly he opened his mouth, but try as he might, he couldn’t get any words out. Still, I knew the textbook signs of a ballbust when I saw one – and sure enough, P’oiu’s free hand was buried between his legs.

    Dread shot through me. Was there someone else here? Someone who had snuck past me and attacked P’oiu in his sleep? And if so, how on earth had they managed to hurt him so bady? I’d busted my mate’s balls dozens of times, and the only time I’d seen him look this shaken up was the time that I popped his...

    ...oh shit.

    “Honey?” I tried to hide the panic in my voice, gently turning him onto his back. “Hon, I’m gonna take a look at your nuts, alright? Can you move your hand away?”

    It was hard to tell if the male could even hear me, given the glazed, unfocused look in his eyes, but he did seem to get the message. Weakly he pulled his claws away, revealing–

    “Oh thank god,” I exhaled, flooded with relief. His sac looked completely fine. His scaly twins were just as round and plump and healthy-looking as the day I’d first met him. Just to be sure, I reached out and slipped my claws under his scrotum, hefting his spunkmakers and counting them – one, two. P’oiu tensed for a moment, but seemed to relax as I gently cradled the heavy orbs in my fingers, rubbing them gently.

    Well, I knew he was intact at least – but he was also still very much in pain. I turned my attention back to the rat, now sprawled out on the ground right next to me. “You,” I growled, climbing back to my feet. I narrowed my eyes, kicking his legs apart so that his balls lay exposed between his thighs. “Is there someone else here? Another friend of yours who’s attacking my mate?”

    Honestly, the rodent seemed just as surprised as I was. He searched for words for a moment. “I don’t, uh…huh.”

    Anger flared in my chest again. “I want answers, damnit!” I spat, raising my foot high before slamming it down onto his defenseless balls.

    I nearly lost my balance as P’oiu suddenly clutched at my ankle anew, almost pulling my leg out from under me. The sorceror’s stones squirted out from beneath my foot as I stumbled sideways, barely managing to stay upright.

    Confused, I looked down. The dragon had rolled onto his side, his free hand back between his legs, claws wrapped around his gonads as though someone had just tried to punt them into his throat. His whole body writhed in agony, eyes squinted shut, his mouth open in a silent moan.

    Understanding dawned in the sorceror’s eyes. “Ohhhhhh,” he said softly. A grin cracked his features. “Oh, that’s wicked.”

    I looked back and forth between P’oiu and the rat, confused and concerned and very pissed. “Tell me what you’re doing to him!” I demanded, raising my foot once again and bringing it down with enough force to crack stone.

    P’oiu jackknifed at the waist, claws scrabbling at my calf so hard I thought he might break the skin. This time I did fall over, landing hard on my hip as I crashed to the ground. I yelped at the unexpected impact, groaning as pain blossomed through my side. Curves or no, that was gonna leave a bruise. Ugh.

    I had bigger problems to solve, though. P’oiu was now doubled over completely, clutching himself like he’d just lost a nut. That was twice now that he had yanked my leg out from under me mid-stomp – and I’d yet to nail a solid blow on the rat. Sure, I’d still crushed his ‘nads into the dirt for a split-second, but the real joy of a good nut-stomp is in the second or two afterwards, when the guy’s testicles are squishing between your toeclaws. Unfortunately, every time I brought my foot down, P’oiu was acting like he’d just been on the receiving end of a stomp himself.

    ...In fact, now that I thought about it, that was pretty much exactly how he was acting. The only times I’d seen P’oiu double over so hard were when his spuds were properly flattened – not just kicked or squeezed, but really crushed paper-thin. One time I had slammed my heel down on his right nut, and he’d curled up so fast that he pulled a muscle in his back. His reaction a few seconds ago had been almost identical.

    Curiously I looked over at the rat, pushing myself back up to my feet. Gently I extracted my ankle from P’oiu’s grip – I’d learned my lesson at this point – and then I stepped up between the sorceror’s legs, looking down at his pink sac. Deliberately I set my foot atop his twin orbs, rolling them around against the floor for a moment.

    A few feet away, P’oiu tensed, his hands dipping low to guard his groin.

    I watched my mate closely as I isolated the rodent’s right testicle, positioning it under my heel. Slowly I began to lean forward, transferring my weight from one foot to the other, feeling the plump egg start to flatten…

    ...and right on schedule, P’oiu began twitching: weakly at first, but with increasing agitation as I added more pressure. Just to make sure, I transfered my full weight onto the rubbery plum, the poor orb immediately losing its round shape – and sure enough, P’oiu thrashed in place, claws latched around his dragonmakers in a vain attempt to protect them from harm.

    Eureka! I’d solved the mystery! I basked in the glow of discovery for a moment, before realizing that I was still standing rather nonchalantly on the rat’s right nut. Guiltily I stepped away, letting the rodent’s spud reinflate to its usual shape and granting P’oiu some relief. I watched the dragon for a moment, biting my lip as he continued to quiver on the ground. I felt all kinds of terrible...and just a little bit aroused, I’m ashamed to admit.

    I tore my gaze away from my mate, looking back down at the sorceror. “So...when I bust your balls, he’s the one who feels it?” I asked, still confirming my hypothesis.

    The rat grinned. “Agonia deflectum,” he repeated, smugly. “It redirects pain to other people in the area. Stomp on my goolies, and it’ll find some other poor schmuck to deal with the pain instead of me.”

    “Clever.” I narrowed my eyes, glancing over at my mate again. “But I’m sure there’s a catch, right?”

    The sorceror looked up at me warily. “Maybe.”

    “I thought so. There’s always a catch. So…” Gears were turning rapidly in my head. I took a step towards P’oiu. “So maybe there’s a way to reverse it.”

    P’oiu was quite out of it at this point. The male had elected to roll onto his back, and while most of his body was limp with exhaustion, his hands were still locked tightly around his testicles. Gently I knelt down to tug his hands away, but he fought back, trying to shield himself from any further harm.

    “P’oiu?” I placed a hand on his chest reassuringly. “C’mon, hon, let me see.”

    His eyes pleaded with me.

    “Hey.” My hand drifted lower, curling around his limp dragonhood. I gave the length a slow stroke or two, delighted to feel it twitch lightly in response. His libido was still in working order, apparently. “I’ll make it up to you. Now c’mon, trust me.”

    I could practically see the argument going on in his head. He glanced back and forth between my face, my hand, and my tits...then resignedly closed his eyes, letting his hands drop to the floor.

    “Thank you.” I planted a quick kiss on the underside of his cock, the length already halfway hard.

    “Now, as I was saying…” I drew back up to my full height, planting a hand on my hip and turning to face the rat once more. “When I crush your nuts, it hurts P’oiu, yes?”

    The rat blinked. “I think you’ve established that fact, yes.”

    “Right. Well then, logically…” I looked down at P’oiu, nudging his legs apart with my foot. His testicles sat invitingly between his thighs, two cushy green targets. “If I start crushing P’oiu’s nuts, then obviously it’ll hurt you!”

    Satisfied with my ingenuity, I lifted my right foot high, then slammed it down with near-neutering force, squashing my mate’s gonads to a fraction of their normal plumpness.

    Immediately P’oiu sat bolt upright, his arms wrapping around my leg with a strength born of desperation. His snout pressed up against my bare thigh, his mouth opening in a howl of agony – though still, no sound came out. His tail thrashed behind him. His eyes were wide open this time, wild with pain, staring straight up at me and begging me wordlessly to stop.

    Shocked, I took a step back, almost slipping again as his massive stones squirted out from underfoot. P’oiu immediately rolled over onto his side, curling into a ball and clutching his freshly-flattened spunkmakers.

    Behind me, the rat burst out laughing. “Ha! I didn’t think you were dumb enough to actually do that! Gods, are you a thick one.”

    Inside me, something snapped. “Oh that is the last fucking straw!” I shouted, whirling to face my antagonist. Roughly I grabbed him by the neck, hauling him up into the air. “What the fuck have you done to my mate? And why can’t he talk?”

    He coughed, struggling for breath, and I loosened my claws just enough to let him speak. “Uh, silencium aliorum? Were you not paying attention at all when you popped my partner’s nut?”

    I snarled. “Fuck you and your magic. I am gonna figure this out and I’m gonna fix it. And then I’m going to ******** you. Slowly and painfully.”

    He chuckled. “Not as long as I’ve got that amulet, you’re not.”

    The amulet. My eyes widened, my rage forgotten. I turned to look around me, scanning the room for – there! The emerald gem was off in the corner, still gleaming with a strange inner light. Come to think of it, I was pretty sure the gem had only started glowing once the rat began casting spells...

    Once again, the gears began turning in my head.

    “So.” I lowered the rodent back to the floor, dropping him none too gently onto his back. “This amulet of yours...it seems pretty powerful.”

    “Very,” he replied confidently.

    “Mmm.” Casually I sauntered towards the discarded necklace, a new plan beginning to form in my mind. “And it’s the source of all your magic.”

    The rat seemed a bit put off at that. “Well–...I mean, not all of it–”

    “But most of it,” I countered, cutting him off. The amulet was at my feet now. I took my time to retrieve it, slowwwwly bending over to grasp it in my claws. (If P’oiu had recovered enough to open his eyes again, then he deserved a nice long look at my ass, the poor guy.)

    “...What are you getting at?” asked the sorceror. It might have been my imagination, but I thought I heard an edge of concern creeping into his voice.

    “Well, I’m just thinking out loud.” I turned to start walking back – and was satisfied to note that P’oiu had his gaze trained firmly on my body. I gave him a wink, reaching up to squeeze one of my breasts. “But if I were to say…break your amulet. That would go ahead and cancel out all those pesky spells of yours, now wouldn’t it?”

    The rat furrowed his eyebrows. “That’s...not possible. You couldn’t possibly break that gemstone.”

    “Oh, I don’t know about that. Believe me, it wouldn’t be the first jewel I’ve crushed in these claws.” I smiled down at P’oiu. “Isn’t that right, sweetie?”

    The poor dragon went pale. I’m embarrassed to say that I felt a little thrill at the sight.

    “Hmmph...good luck.” The rodent sounded dismissive, but his eyes were locked on the amulet as I sat down beside him. “That gem is protected by a powerful magical energy–”

    “And so was P’oiu’s right nut,” I interjected testily, “but I still ground it into paste and made him my mate. Don’t tell me what I can’t do, asshole.”

    His eyes grew wide as I positioned the gem between my claws. “I-I really wouldn’t do that!” he warned.

    I glared daggers at him. “What did I literally just say? Now if you’ll excuse me...”

    Carefully I turned the amulet in my fingers, tracing the edges of the jewel with my claws. It was a gorgeous shade of green: a glimmering pentagon inset in a disc of burnished gold. I’m not really a jewelry kind of girl – I prefer to be fully nude, thank you very much – but if I was, I would have killed for a rock like this. Shit looked expensive.

    Some sort of writing was inscribed along the edges of the disk, but it was too small for me to make out. Magical runes, probably? Maybe Opal would have had a better idea of what the symbols meant, but she was still hours away from arriving. Not that I really cared that much – like I had said, destroying this thing couldn’t be that different than cracking any other jewel. I just had to feel out the weak points and squeeeeeeze.

    I gripped the amulet in both hands, positioning my thumbclaws at the smooth center of the gemstone. Curious, I applied just a bit of pressure. The jewel felt pretty sturdy – though interestingly, it began to glow a bit brighter as I bore down. I relaxed my grip, and the glow faded to its previous level.

    “Huh. Funky.” I shook my head. “Well, here goes nothing.”

    And with that, I clamped down – hard, and harder with each passing second. I grit my teeth and clenched my fingers tight, focusing all my strength on the very heart of the stone. The gem shone brilliantly in response, like a fire in my hands, casting sharp silhouettes on the cave walls.

    The rodent watched transfixed, a mix of awe and fear in his eyes. “What–...how are you–…?”

    I grunted and adjusted my grip, glaring down at the amulet, visualizing the gem shattering into a thousand pieces. My arms bulged with effort, and the light grew brighter still. I couldn’t see any change yet – everything was still in one piece – but the amulet was warm now, and growing hotter. That had to mean I was making progress, right?

    Break, you fucker,” I growled. The rage I had been feeling was morphing into a cold, focused fury. I stared down at the dazzling gemstone, my eyes narrowing in determination. Crushing jewels was basically my job, and I was damn good at it. I thought back to my mating ceremony with P’oiu, and the supernatural effort it had taken to burst his ball. This wasn’t so different. I tried to channel some of the energy from that day. I could still remember the feel of him beneath me, his thick dragonhood buried in me to the hilt, both our bodies arching in orgasm as his testicle split in two–

    Suddenly a crack blazed across the surface of the emerald, releasing a jagged line of light so bright it was almost blinding. I shut my eyes in pain, but kept squeezing, the muscles in my forearms screaming with exertion. For a moment I was nothing but claws and anger and willpower. My mate was in trouble, and I would defend him.

    “Stop it!” exclaimed the sorceror, agitated. “You–...you don’t know what you’re doing!”

    The gem flared like a tiny sun, scorching hot in my fingers – and then it splintered, with a crunch so loud it made my ears ring. Fragments of green shot outwards, disintegrating into a cloud of sparkling dust around me. The blinding light immediately disappeared, and the empty gold pendant that remained in my hands was suddenly cool again.

    Goosebumps rose on the back of my neck, and my snout twitched. “Ah...ah–…achoo!” I exclaimed, sending a plume of emerald powder swirling in the air.

    “Awwwww, come on,” the rat whimpered.

    I blinked and snorted, trying to clear the dust from my nose...but still, the goosebumps persisted. I felt chilly, suddenly. If I had hair, I’m sure it would have been standing on end.

    “So…” I glanced over at the rodent on my left, still apparently petrified, and my mate on the right, still curled up and clutching himself. I frowned. “Does the magic just reverse itself now, or–?”

    Thrummmm.

    I dropped the empty pendant, startled. That noise had come from...well, from all around me, it seemed like. It was a loud, low bass note – like someone plucking a massive guitar string. The air itself seemed to vibrate with energy.

    Thrummmm. Again! A shiver passed through me. This was weird. Why–

    Thrummmm. Thrummmm, thrummmm. Thrummmm, thrummmm, thrummmm. The note kept repeating, picking up speed with each repetition, until the cave was filled with the sound, low and ominous. The rock itself was almost vibrating now. Thrum-thrum-thrum-thrum-thrum–

    Nnnrghaaaa!” A tortured cry rang out to my left. “Oh, holy–...oh fuck, my balls!

    My face lit up with delight, and I spun to face the rat. “Aha! I knew it! I knew you weren’t invincible–!”

    He stared straight back at me, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Actually, uh...that wasn’t me.”

    “Um.” I tilted my head. “What? Then who…?”

    “Oh god, my nuts–!

    I whirled my head around, searching for the source of the voice. It had come from behind me this time – and it didn’t sound anything like P’oiu or the sorceror. Had the elephant come to? No, he was still a crumpled heap in the corner. So where were these voices coming from?

    As if on cue, a warbling moan came from nearby. I turned to face the sound, climbing to my feet. Curiously I crept forward, until the voice was right in my ear. I still couldn’t see anything, but if my eyes were closed I would have sworn there was a male right in front of me, doubled over in agony.

    “My stones,” gasped the empty space.

    I swiped my claws through the air, thoroughly confused. Invisible beastkin? Ghosts? But there was nothing. Nothing but the voices.

    “Please,” groaned a gravelly voice to my right, “have mercy, they’re my nuts!

    A squeal burst forth from across the room. “My bawwwwlls!”

    “Not again, not – guhhh!

    “Oh god, at least let me cum first–”

    “You’re going to pop them! You’re going to pop them!

    “I’m begging you, I have a girlfriend–”

    Fuck you, you crazy bitchhhaaaAANHGGH OH GOD, OH FUCK–

    Thrum-thrum-thrum-thrum-thrum. It was cacophony – a dozen voices, then a hundred, cries of testicular agony echoing from every corner of the cave. I felt overwhelmed, and in more ways than one. First of all, this was pretty damn creepy...but secondly, it was also kind of disturbingly hot. All those men, all those balls...I clenched my thighs together, resisting the urge to reach southwards. This could go in the spank bank for later, but right now, I needed to figure out what was going on.

    Suddenly, one voice in particular cut through the din – a voice I recognized well.

    Unnngh! Oh fuck, Lia, my balls!

    I spun to face P’oiu, heart leaping. Had he gotten his voice back? But no, his mouth was shut, and he looked just as confused as I was.

    He looked up at me as the voice broke off into a high-pitched mewl. Protectively he cupped his nuts. Do I really sound like that? he mouthed.

    I nodded. P’oiu winced.

    Beside him, the rat was looking more than a little queasy – understandable, given the chorus of castrations around him. “Good god,” he muttered, “I’m feeling sympathy pains just listening to all this.” He reached down with a paw to rub at his pink balls...

    ...and then paused, surprised. He lifted his other hand in front of his face, flexing his fingers. “Wait. I can move again. I can move again! I’m free! Haha!” He rolled over and scampered to his feet, gazing warily at me from across the room. “You stupid cunt, breaking that amulet hardly did anything – all it did was set me free! And now I...uh...I...”

    I watched the rat’s face fall, his joy replaced with dismay. “And?” I asked, peering at him curiously.

    “Oh no,” he breathed. “No, that’s not fair–!

    And then his whole body contorted, his hands flying to his crotch. The rodent let out a wail of agony as he collapsed to his knees, clutching his eggs like they’d been freshly scrambled. His fingers scrabbled uselessly at his sac, trying to shield his ratmakers from some unknown torment, but it didn’t appear to be doing much good. As I watched, the rat’s head rolled back, his muzzle pointed to the heavens as he let out an ungodly screech.

    My baaaaaaaallllllsssssss!” he howled.

    Now this I could get used to. I watched the sorceror writhe for a moment, his hips jerking every few seconds as if I were still pounding my knee up into his pouch. “I’m guessing that pain deflection spell of yours just caught up with you?” I asked smugly.

    The male was way too far gone to hear me – but there was more to come, apparently. His shriek rose another few pitches as he was suddenly yanked downwards by the balls, his legs spreading wide as his body was ****** into a split. His testicles struck the ground with a heavy, metal clang.

    I blinked a few times in confusion...and then two and two came together in my head. “Wait...wait, is that the ‘balls of steel’ spell? No way, are they really…?”

    I trotted over to the shaking male, sinking down to my knees. Casually I knocked his hands away from his groin, taking his nutsac in my claws – and sure enough, the twin orbs weighed a ton. Experimentally, I gave one a hard squeeze. The solid sphere didn’t give at all, but still the rodent’s pitch wavered, an extra note of hysteria inserted into his long, drawn-out cry.

    “Ha! Awesome.” I wrapped my fingers around the neck of his scrotum, continuing to apply some ‘friendly’ pressure to his metal nuts. ”Then all that’s left to undo is that silencing spell! Feeling chatty at all, stud?” I turned to look at P’oiu...

    ...who looked absolutely panicked. His muscles were tense, his eyes frantic, his hands latched tightly around his dragonmakers. His head snapped up to look at me, his mouth opening wide–

    –and this time, out came a roar of pain. The male bucked violently in place, his tail lashing out behind him as he curled into a fetal ball. “My nuts!” he bellowed, his face a mask of agony. “Holy shit, my nuts!

    In other (consensual) circumstances, this could have been incredibly sexy – but with the eerie thrum-thrum-thrum still beating away in the background, it was quite alarming. “P’oiu!” Hurriedly I crawled to his side, dragging the drooling sorceror behind me. “Hang–...hang in there, love, it’s gonna be okay.”

    “Oh fuck, oh fuck!” His teeth were bared, his eyes clenched shut. His abdomen heaved with nausea. “You’re crushing them,” he squawked, “you’re crushing them!

    “I’m not–...it’s not me!” I explained futilely. I wrapped an arm around him, trying to soothe him and hold him still. Quickly I planted my ear to his chest – his heart was beating a mile a minute.

    Liaaaaaaa,” he mewled, legs twitching. His cry morphed into a guttural moan, thick with anguish. He buried his head against my shoulder, seeking any kind of relief from his suffering.

    “You’re okay, you’re gonna be okay.” Worriedly I worked my way down his body, prying his legs apart so I could inspect the situation myself. With a grunt of effort I ****** his claws away from his crotch – and sure enough, his balls looked completely fine. I would have given him a quick fondle to double-check that everything was in order, but my hands were already occupied holding back his arms, so instead I just leaned in and planted my snout in his scrotum. I nudged his scaly orbs around with my nose for a moment, giving them a lick or two as well, looking for anything out of the ordinary.

    “Everything looks fine!” I shouted. I gave his limp shaft a quick nuzzle as well, hoping it would provide some measure of comfort. “Your nuts look great, hon. They’re both–”

    Bang!

    I blinked at the sudden odd sensation against my chin. Suddenly P’oiu’s sac felt a lot less scaly and a lot more...leathery. I drew back for a better look…

    ...and gawped at what I saw. There between P’oiu’s legs lay one lonely, lopsided nut in a wrinkled gray sack of skin.

    My mind went blank. “What.”

    Bang! Another blast rang out across the room, where the elephant knight lay nearly forgotten. Still in shock, I craned my head to look – and just about fainted at the sight. The front of his armor had been blown wide open, his iron pants crumpling to make way for the massive pair of plums that had suddenly sprouted from his groin. The two scaly orbs lay in his lap like a pair of oblong bowling balls, several sizes too large for the already-large elephant.

    “Did you just…” I swallowed dryly. “Did you just...swap…?”

    Bang-bang! Suddenly the elephant’s sac was smaller, and pink – and next to me, the rat spasmed, letting out another choked groan of torment. I scrambled up to my hands and knees, already knowing what I would see. Sure enough, there was P’oiu’s sac, comically large between the rodent’s spread thighs. They barely fit at all – I’m pretty sure the rodent couldn’t have crossed his legs without popping a nut.

    Bang! Again, a burst of sound from the elephant’s corner. Instinctually I lunged forward, wrapping my claws around P’oiu’s scaly pair – the pair currently attached to the sorceror’s body. I was not letting my mate’s testicles get away from me.

    Bang! Another noise from P’oiu’s groin. I shoved my hand between his legs, checking if...yep, now he had the rat’s metal stones. My mate gasped as I roughly seized his new spuds, locking my claws around the heavy spheres. If I could just get things under control, then maybe I could reverse all this craziness.

    Thrum-thrum-thrum...thrum……thrum. I had almost tuned out the eerie bass notes in the background, but now the rhythm began to slow down. I could feel the charged energy draining from the room. The last of the amulet’s power, maybe? A few more bangs came in rapid succession, a few more disembodied voices crying out in testicular torment. I held my breath and closed my eyes as the air shuddered once more, one final tone ringing through the cave...

    ...and then, finally, the room was quiet. (Er…quiet except for the occasional groans of a rat and a dragon.)

    I let out a long, slow exhale. Okay. Okay. I could feel P’oiu’s plump dragonmakers snug in one hand, and the sorceror’s spuds (still made of metal) in the other. Everything felt intact, which was a relief. There was just one problem – one major problem.

    I cracked open an eye, confirming my suspicions. “Oh no. No no no no noooo–”

    Their sacs were still swapped.

    The sorceror groaned, lying on his back and twitching feebly. “Oh dear god,” he coughed, paws threading between my claws to clutch at his oversized plums. “What the fuck did you do? Are these…do I have scales?

    P’oiu was curled up on his side, his hands wrapped around mine. “Oh fuck, Lia, did you–...did you crush them? They feel so small–

    My mouth was dry, and my mind was blank...but anger quickly stepped in to fill the void. I leaned over the rat menacingly, until my face was directly above his.

    “Reverse this,” I demanded, glaring straight into his eyes. “Reverse this, and maybe I won’t ******** you before I kick you out.”

    “Reverse what?” he replied dazedly. He cracked an eye open, looking hesitantly down at his own crotch. “I–...uh...”

    “You and my mate switched ballsacs.” I grit my teeth. “Switch them back. Now.”

    P’oiu groaned. “W-what?

    The sorceror’s eyes were wide. “I–…I dunno how to do that! I’d need the amulet. You broke the amulet. I can’t do it on my own.”

    “Then figure it out,” I growled, clenching my fist. The rodent squealed anew as nutflesh squished out from between my fingers, his scaly pair deforming in my grip.

    Unfortunately, he wasn’t the only one affected. “Lia!” gasped P’oiu, his claws scrabbling at my wrist. “Oh fuck, stop!

    I relented for a moment, confusion and anger and worry all mixing in my chest. “But–...but I’m not squeezing your balls at all,” I said. “Well...I mean, technically I am, but–”

    He moaned, tail twitching in agitation. “It sure as fuck felt like you were,” he replied, eyes squinted halfway shut. His fingers encircled my wrist weakly. “Oh god, babe, my ‘nads–

    “Huh. Then does that mean…?” I glanced back over between P’oiu’s legs, at the smaller balls of steel currently attached to his pelvis. Gently I flexed my claws, exerting a bit of pressure on the orbs – and both males groaned in concert, each trying to bat my claws away.

    Fuck,” wheezed the rat, trembling. “Enough with the claws!”

    P’oiu groaned his agreement.

    I looked down at the two men, trying to stay calm and figure out my options. Squeezing either pair of balls hurt both of them, apparently, so ballbusting the rat to make him more cooperative seemed like a bad idea. And even if I could hurt him, I couldn’t exactly threaten him with ********** – which pair was I supposed to pop? What if I got it wrong and neutered P’oiu by mistake? What if he was telling the truth, and really couldn’t reverse the spell?

    I bit my lip anxiously, fighting the urge to clamp down on both pairs of gonads like a set of stress balls. My mind raced. How the hell had I gotten into this mess? And just what the hell was I supposed to do now?

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    Several hours later:

    “So they literally swapped sacs?” Opal’s eyes were wide. “I assumed you were just exaggerating.”

    “No, I meant what I said.” The two of us were seated at the entrance of the cave, cross-legged on the floor. Opal had arrived just before sunset, and now the last rays of daylight painted the hillside a dull orange. “Like...scales and everything. P’oiu’s balls didn’t even fit between this rat guy’s thighs. And poor P’oiu – he looked like he had a plucked chicken hanging from his crotch.”

    “Oh god.” The frog suppressed a laugh. She wrapped her sari tighter around her shoulders, bracing herself against the evening chill. “So what did you do?”

    “Well...that’s when I decided to wait for you.” I scratched my neck sheepishly, looking out at the forest. “I mean – the weird voices had stopped, and most of the other crazy magical stuff had sort of fixed itself, but their balls still weren’t going back to normal. I was worried it might be permanent or something. And you’re the only person I know with any magical experience, so I figured I’d just...wait for you to arrive and let you take a look.”

    “Aww, you poor thing!” Opal looked up at me, her eyes filled with concern. “You must have been freaking out.”

    “Yeah,” I admitted, looking down at my lap. “I mean, I had ‘em both by the balls still, so I had at least some control of the situation, but...nnrgh. I was really worried. And mad – like, really mad. I would have pulped that damn rat’s balls on the spot, if I knew which pair to crush, but I didn’t want to accidentally neuter P’oiu or anything.”

    Opal half-laughed, half-winced. “Well, I’m sure he appreciates that.”

    I sighed. “Yeah, he–...ugh, I feel so bad for him. Even when he got his voice back, all he could do was moan for the next hour.”

    The frog placed a hand on my thigh sympathetically. “I’m sure he’ll be alright. He’s tough, right? He’s been through worse.”

    I closed my eyes. “True. And he’s got his normal sac back now, thank god.”

    “I was about to ask – so they swapped back eventually? When?”

    “Oh, it didn’t take that long. Fifteen minutes, maybe? I guess the last of the magic just took a little longer to wear off.” I shrugged. “The whole ‘balls-of-steel’ thing eventually went away, too.”

    Opal nodded. “Sounds about right. That’s usually how it works when magic goes wrong – you’ve just gotta keep things under control until the magical energy wears out.”

    “Cool. And yeah, that was a huuuuuuge relief.” I let out a long breath. “I mean, I’d love P’oiu no matter what, but...ick. I prefer the stones he’s already got, thank you very much.”

    She chuckled. “Fair enough. And what did you end up doing with the rat?”

    “Oh, I dragged him and his buddy out to the woods and left them there. They were both pretty out of it.” I grinned. “Especially after Mr. Asshole Sorceror got his grapes stomped flat.”

    Opal rolled her eyes. “Of course.”

    “What? He deserved what he got. Besides,” I grumbled, “he knew I was gonna neuter him from the start – he was probably happy to be ballbusted if it let him keep his gonads intact for a little longer.”

    “Yes, I’m sure he was very grateful to get his nuts kicked into his throat for half an hour.”

    “Eh...more like ten minutes.” I blushed. “I was having so much fun beating on those balls of steel that I didn’t notice when they switched back to normal. I popped the left one by accident, and then, I mean...it was hard to stop myself after that. At least I left the elephant guy with one.”

    Opal did her best to look stern, but she couldn’t help but giggle. “Ouch. Well, it’s probably for the best that the rat won’t be having kids.”

    “Yep – not unless he grows another pair. Speaking of which…” I lowered my voice conspiratorially. “Do you know anything about that testicle-repairing spell? Because if so, I’d love to find a tutor who–”

    Opal shook her head. “No, no, I’ve never heard of anything like that. All those voices are bizarre, too. From your description, I’d guess he was using some kind of rare healing crystal.”

    “Ah.” I frowned. “You mean the crystal that I ground into powder.”

    “That’d be the one.” Opal saw the look on my face and gave a sympathetic smile. “Aww, don’t be sad. If you still have the chain I can do some research, maybe figure out where it came from.”

    I perked up. “Ooh! Yeah, that’d be wonderful.” I planted a hand on the floor and climbed to my feet. “Here, I’ll fetch it for you before I forget...”

    I scampered down the hall and tiptoed my way into our bedroom, taking care not to disturb P’oiu. The poor guy had been curled up in bed for the past few hours, sleeping off his wounds after the morning’s ordeal. He seemed to be recovering quickly, though – very quickly, judging from the tent in the bedsheets. I paused for a moment, my eyes tracing the outline of his shaft. I definitely intended to show him some TLC later, and I was seriously tempted to just slip into bed with him now...

    That could wait a moment, though. Quietly I retrieved the sorceror’s amulet from where I had placed it on our bedside table. Casually I hooked the chain on one claw, letting it dangle as I ambled back to the living room.

    “Here we go.” I dropped down to the floor, re-taking my seat beside the smaller frog. “One magical amulet, for your inspection.”

    “Great. I’ll bring this back to the city with me and–...” Opal reached out to take the heavy golden chain...and stopped a few inches short, as though someone had seized her by the wrist. She hesitated, narrowing her eyes. “Hmmmm.”

    I tilted my head. “Something wrong?”

    The frog furrowed her brow and paused to grab the drape of her sari, wrapping the extra fabric around her hand. Carefully she lifted the item from my fingers, squinting at the inscription around its edge and silently mouthing a few words.

    Suddenly her eyes widened. “Oh geez.”

    “What?” I asked.

    “Uh.” The frog bit her lip. “You haven’t worn this at all, have you?”

    I shook my head. “Nope – just dropped it on our nightstand. Seemed pretty useless without the gemstone.”

    “Good – that’s good. Because this is...not good.” Opal turned the pendant in her fingers, examining the underside, her brow knit into a frown. “I’d assumed from your description that this was a cleric’s talisman or something, but this…this is almost definitely dark magic. Old, too. I think it might be necromantic.”

    I snickered. “Well, it did bring that guy’s nut back from the dead.”

    Opal was less than amused. “I’m serious, Lia. I’m not even trained in magical detection, and I can feel the cold coming off this thing.”

    I shrunk back. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to make light, I just–...it’s been a long day.”

    “I know. Sorry, that came off meaner that I meant it to.” She sighed. “It’s just...this is dangerous. You don’t see magical items like this very often – they’re not playthings.”

    “Should I be worried?” I asked, suddenly anxious. “I mean, I left these guys stranded in the middle of the woods – I assumed they wouldn’t want to come back after I neutered ‘em and all, but maybe I’m wrong.”

    Opal shook her head. “No, no, I think you’ll be okay. From the sound of it, this guy wasn’t much of a wizard. If he actually had serious talent, you’d probably be dead at this point.”

    I swallowed nervously. “Oh.”

    The frog smiled reassuringly. “Don’t worry though – if your story’s an indication, these guys were pretty clearly amateurs. Though that raises the question – why would some clowns like that be carrying a powerful dark relic?”

    “Yeah.” I nodded. “And what would they want with P’oiu?”

    Opal tilted her head. “How do you know they wanted P’oiu?”

    “Well, they seemed pretty surprised to find a dragon with tits.” I glanced down at my chest. “Maybe they weren’t looking for P’oiu, but they were definitely expecting a male.”

    “Good point. Hmm.” She pursed her lips. “When I get back to Pazar, I’ll ask around about that, too. I’ve got good contacts at most of the apothecaries – if there’s trouble brewing, chances are good that someone’s heard about it.”

    “Thanks.” I let out a breath that I didn’t realize I had been holding. “You know, you’ve been a huge help today.”

    “You kidding? I barely did anything – you’re the one who fought off an invasion by yourself.” The frog cracked a smile. “Though if you want to do me a favor, I wouldn’t mind crashing on your couch for the night. Those guys might still be out there, and it’s a little late to be heading back to my campsite alone.”

    “Are you kidding? You can share the bed.” I licked my lips, glancing over my shoulder towards the bedroom. “Hell, I was gonna invite you to double-team P’oiu with me anyway.”

    “Ooh...tempting.” Opal sat back. “You think he’d be up for it?”

    I nodded. “I mean, when I left him earlier he was fast asleep, but also hard as a rock. You know how his spuds kick into overdrive after a good racking – the poor guy could probably use some relief. And it’d give you a few more gallons of dragon batter to bring back home with you…”

    “Heh.” The female cracked a smile. “Honestly, you blue-balled him so badly before my last visit that I’m still overstocked back at the shop. Though...given the beating he just went through, I’ll bet he’s producing some extra-high-quality spunk right now…”

    I grinned. “All the more reason for a threesome, then. I mean, I’m certainly pretty riled up...”

    Opal looked surprised. “Really?”

    “What? Don’t give me that look.” I folded my arms beneath my breasts. “I popped three...no wait, four balls today. How could I not be horny?”

    “Oh I know, I just...I assumed you’d gotten yourself off before I got here.”

    “Well, I–…” I blushed. “I mean, I did, but that doesn’t mean I’m satisfied yet. Besides, P’oiu was in too much pain at the time to join in. I want some cock in me, dammit.”

    “Fair enough. I wouldn’t mind some time with that monster myself.” Opal grinned. “Lead the way, then.”

    “Gladly,” I replied, climbing to my feet.

    There was a bounce in my step as I headed for the bedroom, my tail curling lazily behind me. Opal followed a step behind, shedding her sari as she walked, until the stacked little frog was just as naked as I was. Already I could feel the heat growing between my legs again. It had been a very long, very exciting day. And now I wanted someone to fuck me very, very hard.

    “Oh P’oiu...”

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    ABCs: Caught in the Crossfire

    Thanks for ABCs: Caught in the Crossfire, P’iou.
    As you know, I’m not keen on mutilation, but this was fun.
    Somehow, when injuries quickly heel, as in a cartoon, I smile rather than empathize.
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    Same, Alec. Awesome story, but I gotta be honest, I'd REALLY like to know that the rat managed to get his amulet back to heal up. On an awesomely written story with a cohesive canon like that, permanent damage seriously bugs me. I was way on board for everything, hit that part, and then it just left me with a bad taste in my mouth. Especially when it's treated like such a "eh, no big deal, just mutilated a guy."

    I'm not terribly big on the whole neutering angle to begin with, and when it's just a one-shot that doesn't feel like a real world (for those in the furry world, think Charn's stories) I can kinda go okay and move along, here though... I'm actually like, sympathizing with the rat and wondering about him after the story's over rather than enjoying the ride, LOL.

    BTW I hope I don't come across as too negative here, just think of it like this: if it WASN'T an excellently written story in a great series, it wouldn't have bugged me!

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    Y'know, I don't like being a negative nancy and just not offering anything beyond a complaint, so a question, poiu!

    Would you mind if I borrowed the rat here for a little followup? Not to be part of your canon obviously, just a playful fanfic! I had an idea, could be fun...

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    I totally get that! Different strokes for different folks, obviously – I've had a few people elsewhere complain about Dragon Slaying because P'oiu is TOO indestructible, and there's no danger of him actually losing his balls – but I definitely feel ya. For what it's worth, I'm pretty sure that Raj (rat) and Ed (elephant) will both get their nuts back pretty shortly, though I haven't tread too far into the details yet. They had to get that magical mystical amulet FROM somewhere, after all.

    Also, fanfic is 110% welcome! Seriously, anyone is welcome to write literally anything with my characters at any time, from now until eternity. I'm a big advocate for CC0, and I find it totally fascinating to see other people write stories based on my random made-up ideas. OBMJ, your fic about Gracie is still one of my favorites :) So write away, I'd love to see what you come up with!

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    Quote Originally Posted by poiu View Post
    I totally get that! Different strokes for different folks, obviously – I've had a few people elsewhere complain about Dragon Slaying because P'oiu is TOO indestructible, and there's no danger of him actually losing his balls – but I definitely feel ya. For what it's worth, I'm pretty sure that Raj (rat) and Ed (elephant) will both get their nuts back pretty shortly, though I haven't tread too far into the details yet. They had to get that magical mystical amulet FROM somewhere, after all.

    Also, fanfic is 110% welcome! Seriously, anyone is welcome to write literally anything with my characters at any time, from now until eternity. I'm a big advocate for CC0, and I find it totally fascinating to see other people write stories based on my random made-up ideas. OBMJ, your fic about Gracie is still one of my favorites So write away, I'd love to see what you come up with!
    Haha, that's the funny thing actually. With Charn's and one shots, even stuff I've written in the past, when they're stories in a vacuum, no big! But something about this big cohesive universe you've made, the characters don't just exist in the course of the stories themselves. While Lia and Opal are talking, I'm thinking "where ARE those two right now? Jeez, I can't imagine how they got away..."

    Also, full stop confession, I absolutely LOVE rat characters. You make a rat, and I love 'em. So that was probably a big part of it, I wasn't totally concerned about Ed.

    I'll be working on the next one tomorrow or Saturday. I have the whole dang thing mapped out in my head, hopefully you'll like it! Unless I feel like staying up and doing it now, which isn't impossible, LOL.

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    Bah, why not. This is just a pale imitation and completely unrevised, but I feel like if I don't put it up tonight before I go to sleep I won't at all, LOL. I know I fucked up the canon a good bit along the way, please forgive!!

    Warning: there ARE some poppings in here, but... just stick through. And yeah, I know I put a lot of prep into setup. Can't help it!

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    Raj skulked along through the woods, muttering to himself. It had been a long week.

    Getting his nads stomped into jelly was only the start of his problems. After making his way back to the village (well, getting carried), he had to convince the old man to make him a new amulet and fast. With a scrotum full of mush, Raj didn’t feel like spending any longer chatting about the details than necessary, and that meant forking over all the money he had left. Even ignoring how difficult it was to make the things, Raj wouldn’t be able to afford another any time soon, so this one had to last.

    Then there was the whole healing thing. It turned out that the longer you waited after the initial injury, the more agonizing the repair process was. Putting together Ed’s nut right after that dragoness popped it wasn’t too bad (you know, aside from the usual pain), but a day’s journey after being passed out for who knows how long added up to a full day of lying in bed writhing and moaning while his ruptured berries repaired, then another day of recovery. It wasn’t until the THIRD day that he felt comfortable up on his feet walking around, and then he had one goal: to get that damn dragon AND his girl. Money and revenge. Perfect motivation.

    Ed, of course, was having none of it. He gave it his best, it didn’t work out, he was happy to cut his losses and try jobs that didn’t end with quite so much testicular trauma.

    “Oh, you’ll just get caught and racked again!” the rat said to himself in an exaggerated, goofy voice, imitating his partner. He puffed his chest out and rocked side to side as he went. “You’re playin’ for keeps now, Raj!”

    “Bah!” the rat spat in the dirt, using his normal voice. “Just means I get double the pay.” He knew what he was dealing with now. All he had to do was keep some distance, make sure the amulet stayed around his neck, and there’d be no problem.

    Raj stopped at a small clearing, looking around. He scratched at his chin. This didn’t look familiar. The woods in this area were dense and the paths all looked alike. The rat wasn’t the compass, anyway. That was Ed’s job. Ed was the guide and the muscle, Raj the brains and the ball repair guy. It was a simple system! It worked!

    “Ugh. Dammit, Ed…”

    The rat picked at his teeth a moment, trying to see something that looked familiar. Well, there was… that tree over there. That looked kinda like a tree he saw before. And some twigs on the ground. He definitely saw twigs last time! Raj huffed and squatted down. No way around it, the rat was lost. Completely and utterly lost.

    “Great. Just great.” He let out a slow breath, cheeks puffed out. “Well. Guess I should just pick a direction and go. Can’t get any MORE lost.”

    Granted, that wasn’t totally true. He was in unfamiliar territory on the hunt for not one, but TWO dragons, one with a penchant for leaving guys with flattened ballbags. The last thing Raj needed was to bump into those two unexpectedly. Sneaking up on them was one thing, he really wasn’t hoping to just happen upon them out wandering.

    Still, sitting wasn’t helping, so Raj got up on his feet, shook his robes out, and started mo-

    *fft!*

    Raj clapped a hand to his neck.

    “The hell was that?” he barked, plucking a small sharp object from his flesh.

    “Oh… oh this isn’t good.”

    *thump*

    The fog slowly cleared from Raj’s head and light re-entered his eyes. He quickly looked around, taking a survey of his surroundings. It was a cave, that was for sure. Not the same cave as before, either. This was a lot more threadbare. There wasn’t much light, just what seemed to be coming in from an opening in what looked like to be an INCREDIBLY thick ceiling. Wherever he was, he was deep in there.

    Also, he was chained up. Raj’s hands were stuck together above his head, the chains there taking most of his weight. His feet were shackled to the floor of the cave, spread out uncomfortably wide. He could put weight on them, but he couldn’t bring them together. The rat was trussed up securely, spread legged.

    Aaaaaaaand, he was naked. Things were starting to fall into place.

    Off in the darkness, a scraping sound caught his ear. He squinted, and saw a dragoness! A different one, red scales almost blended in with the dark stone. She had a small table in front of her, and what looked like an iron hammer in her hand, gently dragging the surface along an object. A shiny object.

    Shit.

    Raj was in trouble and he knew it. He had to act fast. It didn’t seem like she had seen him wake up, all he had to do was paralyze her, then… well, he didn’t have any spells for the shackles, but he could think of something. The point was he had to stop her from doing anything to the amulet. He took a breath… and….

    “HWWM MFLMRLMF!”

    In hindsight, he probably should have guessed that she’d have tied his muzzle shut. Live and learn, right? Well, hopefully live, then worry about learning. Anyway, the dragoness’s attention was immediately grabbed, and she turned to look at him. She was an impressive figure, taller than him by half, muscled, curvy. She was definitely a physical specimen.

    “Ah, you’re awake!” she said, almost looking chipper. The well built female walked on over to Raj, putting the amulet, HIS amulet, around her neck.

    She continued, voice husky. “I can’t believe you were actually stupid enough to come up this way a second time. You didn’t really think word about the rat with the magic amulet WOULDN’T spread around, did you?”

    Each footstep was audible on the cave floor. Her heels landed heavily. This was definitely not the position Raj wanted to be in, tied up and muzzled and stripped naked. He couldn’t say a word, and this dragoness… this sexy dragoness… hips swaying side to side…

    “Now what I wa… oh COME ON!” she huffed, looking annoyed. She looked like she’d practiced a big long speech and just had it cut short. “I’ve got you all tied up and you don’t know WHERE you are, and you still… REALLY?”

    Just like that, the dragoness wrapped her impressively big hand around Raj’s gonads and clamped down. This wasn’t like the last time, she wasn’t trying to rupture anything, but she definitely wasn’t being gentle. Her fingers dug in roughly, hand twisting from side to side, all the while the rat attached to them struggled and yelled into the cloth keeping him from speaking.

    “Down… DOWN boy… okay. Okay, there. I swear, you males!”

    Then, she coughed and regathered her composure, standing up close to Raj and tapping the gemstone on her chest, the clack of her claw to its surface making the rodent wince in memory of what happened to it last time, and the realization that if this one broke, he couldn’t get another.

    “Now, let’s start again. I know that the last time you were up here, you used this to fix your nuts, shoot fireballs, and get your own dumb ass paralyzed. Nod if I’m right.”

    Raj nodded.

    “Thought so. So you can use this thing to regenerate your plums if they go pop, right?”

    Another nod.

    “Does it work on the rest of you? Like… if I were to stick a blade here,” she pressed a clawtip into Raj’s belly, “…or here,” his neck, “…or here,” a claw by his eyes, “…could you use it to fix that? Simple yes or no.”

    Raj winced. He was being reminded of his magic’s limitations. He shook his head no.

    The dragoness whistled. “Wow. Limited. That’s a shame. So you can shoot fire and paralyze. Can you do anything else? Like, can you turn the shackles into straw or kill me?”

    This was a crossroads for the rat. He could bluff, say yes, and have her thinking he was a powerful warlock in the art of attack. On the other hand, if she thought he could kill her, she probably wouldn’t let him walk out. It was a gamble, and Raj weighed the options carefully before saying anyth-AWWUUUH!

    “Hey! Mousie! Come on, answer,” the dragoness commanded, her thumb and forefinger pressing into his right nut harshly.

    Finally, Raj shook his head.

    “Okay, that’s what I thought. You’re just some amateur sorcerer trying to make a few bucks by slaying dragons, and you went and bit off more than you could chew.” She let go of Raj’s ball, the lightly swollen organ dangling a half inch lower than its partner and the rat slumping in his bonds.

    “Let me explain where you are. This isn’t my cave. This isn’t anyone’s cave. This is a spot I found a while ago where I can take idiots like you to have a little talk about what they’re doing in places they shouldn’t be. We’re a quarter mile deep into the mountain and under it. You play along and maybe you make it out of here alive. Try anything funny and you don’t. Now I’m gonna take that off of your muzzle now, and if you try one of those nut switching spells or turning your nads into granite or whatever you did last time, I gut you. Understand?”

    Hesitantly, Raj nodded. Hell, even if he DID try the paralysis spell, and it worked, he’d have no way of doing anything else. He’d die of starvation.

    Once his face was free, Raj stretched his jaw out, running his tongue over his teeth. “So uh… can I get your name at least?”

    “Do you really want it?” the dragoness asked, an eyeridge lifted.

    “…I guess?”

    She shrugged. “Sha’Ria. I already know your name, Raj. Yeah, word spreads, remember? Now look, I wanna know about this little guy here,” she said, tapping the gem once more.

    Raj’s wince returned. “What do you want to know?”

    Sha’Ria waved her hand vaguely. “Where’d you get it, what’s it made of, why is it all you can do is fix your nuts. Tell me everything.”

    The rat’s ears folded down and he sagged on his arms again. It was a benefit of being svelte. He imagined poor Ed in the cave breaking the whole damn thing down if she’d strung him up like this. “I got it from a merchant on the outskirts of my village. I dunno what it’s made of. A sorcerer is able to affect that which is most important to him.”

    She hummed. “But didn’t this already get broken? How’d you get a second one?”

    Raj went through the whole thing. Crawling to the merchant, arguing with him, the money, the rare materials that took forever to get.

    The dragoness blinked. “Okay, but wait a minute. You said… whatever’s most important to you… you can… oh my GOD!” she burst out laughing. “THAT’S what matters to you? THAT’S your big special gift? Your balls??”

    Raj tried to draw himself up tall, at least as tall as he could with his legs yanked out wide. “Not JUST my balls!”

    It took a moment for Sha’Ria to stop chuckling, she even wiped an eye for dramatic effect. “Oh yeah? What else?”

    “…nevermind.”

    Now the tall female’s curiosity was piqued. “Hey. Remember what I said about leaving you here? Come on, you got another spell, I wanna see it.”

    “Well it doesn’t work if I’m not wearing it.”

    The dragoness shrugged and slipped it over his neck. “Okay, now you’re wearing it!”

    Raj let out a sigh. “…phallum rigorum.”

    Just like that, the rat’s dick hardened to full size. No ceremony, no slow buildup, just boop! Hard-on.

    “Are you JOKING. You’re a sorcerer… and all you can do is…” Sha’Ria waved vaguely at the rat’s genitals. “THAT. Ugh. Just… UGH. Okay, we’re taking care of that RIGHT now.”

    “No no no wait! Wait wait! Phallum DErigorum!”

    And then, as quickly as before, Raj’s cock drooped. Now Sha’Ria WAS curious. Here she had a male tied up in her secret cave who had a spell to fix his nuts, to give himself a hard-on, and make it go away. All in an instant. She actually understood just how great a guy like that might be to have around. She could ride him for hours and he’d never not be able to get it up. Even if she pounded his balls to powder.

    Not THIS guy, she meant. Some other guy. Some guy who wasn’t this rat. Ew.

    Sha’Ria kept going. “Okay, now the important part.” Once again, the female’s strong, slightly toughened hand clamped on Raj’s nuts and squeezed. “Who hired you?”

    Raj squeaked! “I don’t know!” He squeaked double when her fingers dug in deeper, pulling that leathery pouch downwards. “I don’t know I don’t know!!”

    “What do you MEAN you don’t know? How do you not know??” Sha’Ria growled, bearing down the pressure more and more by the second. “He HIRED you!”

    The rat was getting desperate. He had all the tools to protect himself, but he couldn’t use any of them. If he tried, she’d kill him. “Jobs get posted on a board in town and we signed our names on it!!”

    Suddenly it made sense. These really WEREN’T hired mercenaries. The elephant and this idiot were a pair of two-bit wannabes who saw a job stuck on a board that no one in their right mind would take. If some random hired hand got himself nutted or killed trying, no big loss. Then, if anyone ever managed to pull it off, it probably wouldn’t earn them a quarter what a real warrior or warlock would charge. This rat was a chump trying to be a champ.

    Sha’Ria had an idea, too. She could have the most fun she’d had in YEARS with this one.

    She put the cloth back around Raj’s muzzle, to his immediate protest. Surprisingly, Sha’Ria didn’t even worry about fighting with him. Not like he could do much of anything. Instead, she just patted him on the cheek while she secured his jaw shut.

    “So here’s what’s gonna happen. I am going to bust your balls.” That drew another round of struggle from Raj, which Sha’Ria quickly silenced by jabbing her knee up between his legs hard enough to make the rat’s whole body quake. Dear GODS she was strong. He groaned and his knees buckled inward, putting all his weight on his arms while his nuts bounced and jostled around freely from the blow.

    “Like I said. I’m going to bust your balls. After I’m done, I’ll let you fix them. No harm, no foul, right? Of course right.”

    Sha’Ria stepped back and looked at the male in front of her. He wasn’t some strapping male covered in slabs of beef, but he was in great shape. She couldn’t tell how old he was, either. He was either in great shape for his age, or a mature looking youth. Not that it mattered, either way, he had a GREAT pair of nuts to beat. They weren’t some huge pair of dragon balls, but the rat had a wonderfully droopy, dangly, pair of ‘nads, with no way to protect them.

    And she could pop both of them without feeling guilty! Oh gods, what a feeling! She almost got wet at the thought of it. Popping nuts was usually a big deal, it meant picking a mate or a way to punish criminals. She could do it this time and he’d just put ‘em back! How to START…

    Raj watched the dragoness in front of him, her almost giddy expression as her eyes locked on his nuts. He tried to shrink back against the wall behind him, hide his danglers, do SOMETHING. But no, no. This was happening and he had no way to stop it.

    Sha’Ria pulled her leg back, and… POW! The top of her impressively broad foot SMACKED Raj’s balls from the underside, sending them right up into his pelvis. Then she did it again. And again. She made a rhythm with it, stepping back, squaring up, then punting the rat’s eggs with all she had and letting him swing around before repeating it. Each time, Raj tried to yell out, cry for help, but all he could do was hang there and take it.

    Unlike the rat, the big female was having the time of her life! She wasn’t specifically doing anything to burst the guy’s nuts, that would be over too quick. She just wanted to try every weapon in her arsenal to beat on them and, well, if they EVENTUALLY ruptured, who cared?

    “This is AMAZING!” she gushed, acting as though there weren’t a male in agony in front of her, like she was talking about a choice meal. “I’ve racked SO many guys before, but I always had to hold back unless I wanted to have a lot of questions! I couldn’t REALLY enjoy it! Oooh! I’ve always wanted to try this…”

    Sha’Ria got down on her knees and gripped Raj’s hip with her left hand, pulling her right back and laying a punch on his balls that made them swing back and smack himself in the ass, and when the big pair came down center she did it again. Two smacks, first from her knuckles and then from his buttcheeks, Raj’s testes ricocheted back and forth, back and forth.

    It was the worst pain he’d even been in. Well, it was up there. He couldn’t say it was worse than the last dragoness that brutalized his ratmakers. Then again, at least then she was out to crush them! This bitch was just having FUN! She punched his balls, kicked them, kneed them, squeezed them, slapped them back and forth, bit them! She fucking BIT them!!

    The last thing was what did it. Sha’Ria tucked his balls into her mouth, well, one at a time, and clamped her jaws down, grinding her teeth into all that tenderized nutmeat until they finally gave way. The right went first. The second it did, Raj found the voice that had gone missing somewhere during that second round of football punts, his eyes flashing wide and his whole body seizing up. Then, she stared at him while he got his wits about him.

    “One more, then you can say your little spell! Aw, don’t be like that, you’re a trooper! Look at you, still awake! You HAVE been busted before, haven’t you? Sheesh, most guys would have passed out after they got kneed like that. I should know, I’ve seen it!”

    Then, pop! Two nuts gone.

    Raj dangled feebly in his chains, the energy to fight in him pretty well gone. He could barely see, if he’d had anything his belly he would have tried to wretch it up, and he had a pile of pain in his scrotum the likes of which he’d never dealt with before. True to her word, though, the big female pulled off the muzzle.

    “Okay, do your thing.”

    The spell evaded Raj’s memory for a moment. His body was fighting just to keep all the systems going. Finally, though, it came back.

    “T… testiculus… recon…structum!”

    Fascinated by the spell, and having heard rumors about it, Sha’Ria squatted down again and scooped Raj’s pulverized nutsack into her hand. She poked around in it with her thumb, getting a whole new set of adorable twitches and whimpers from the guy attached… and slowly they started to rebuild! It was INCREDIBLE, all that nut mush drawing in toward the center until there were two fully formed, perfectly intact testicles!

    Sha’Ria’s eyes went wide. “Woooowww…” she cooed, poking at them again. Since they were back to normal, the jabs didn’t have that hellish agony of having his post-busting bag jabbed into, but it still hurt, and Raj was STILL dealing with everything he’d been through.

    The dragoness whistled, “I don’t know how it works, but I’m glad it does!” She picked up the cloth muzzle. “You want this on or off?”

    Raj’s brow furrowed in confusion. “F… on or off for WHAT?” he asked.

    Sha’Ria rolled her eyes. “For round two!”

    The rat blanched, at least as much as he could through fur. “B… but you said!”

    “Hey!” the dragoness silenced him with another rough kick in his freshly repaired nutsack. She continued, like she was explaining to a child why they had to eat their vegetables. “Last time, you were out to kill one dragon and got your nuts popped. You came out to kill TWO dragons, so you get your nuts popped twice! That’s just fair.”

    Raj gaped at her. For the first time in his life, he regretted having the amulet. If he hadn’t, if he’d just been out without it, maybe she would have beat his balls for a while until they were good and swollen, then let him limp home to think about it. Or just ruined ONE. No male deserved to live through getting neutered twice in a row.

    Another foot smacking him in the babymakers got Raj groaning and coughing, his belly tensing. “Off… off!! he squealed. At least with the thing off he could breathe more easily.

    The fact that this answer made Sha’Ria VISIBLY happy worried him. She clapped her hands like a little girl. “Oooh, now I can hear what kind of noises you make!” There was a pause, and she shook her don’t. “Don’t worry, no one can hear anything. It’ll echo a bit, but we’re WAY too deep in the mountain for anyone walking buy to pick up on it.”

    Great, he thought. He can scream and scream, and she can pound his cherries all day long, and no one will even know it’s happening.

    Round two hardly went better than round one. In fact, it was worse. Sha’Ria had put a lot of energy into the first round and was pretty tired for the second. She needed an extra breath between kicks and her punches didn’t land as hard. Normally that’d be a good thing, but since Raj had to sit through them all until his balls finally gave way, he was left in the uncomfortable position of ROOTING for his nuts to pop, just so he could fix them and be out of this hellhole.

    “Fff…. oh FUCK… my FUCKING BALLS…” he mewled pathetically for the umpteenth time. He’d passed out and just got woken up again to a splash of cold water in his face. Tragically, she hadn’t just kept going and finished the job. On the other hand, the *********** spell had dulled the ache somewhat, although now it was replaced by that awful swollen feeling, like he had a pair of watermelons crammed into his sac.

    “Ah ah ah, no fair napping through it. This is IMPORTANT. But it DID give me a chance to reposition you!

    Raj HAD noticed he wasn’t hanging from his wrists any more. Dangling upright was hell on his shoulders and he was starting to feel the metal digging into his wrists. Now, he was flat on his back, legs still held out wide and arms still over his head. It… wasn’t exactly an improvement, but at least he wasn’t fighting gravity!

    Then, the sight of the dragoness in between his legs made him tremble. Standing in front of her was bad enough, lying down at her feet was terrifying. She looked like a statue. Sha’Ria pressed the sole of her bare foot atop Raj’s furiously swollen plums and rolled them against the hard stone floor.

    “I figure this oughta do it,” she said, just as casual as ever. “Hey, do you have a favorite nut?”

    “…whu?” Raj replied. It wasn’t the kind of question he expected.

    “A favorite nut! Most guys do. Like if they could only keep one, they have a pick. What’s yours?”

    The rat’s face screwed up. “…why?” he asked, skeptically. It felt like a trick.

    She shrugged. “Just curious!”

    “Um… the… right one?”

    Sha’Ria chuckled. “I swear, every guy says the right. Dunno why.” She looked down at him, pressing a bit more weight onto her foot, ratnuts smushing further. “I’m still popping them, I just wondered!”

    “You fucking bi-AUUUUGHH!”

    The dragoness’s weight came down fully. She ground her heel into Raj’s nads like putting out a small flame, she picked her leg up and stamped down with all she had. She even jumped up and landed full weight on the rat’s brutalized pouch. All the while, Raj bucked and howled and screeched and thrashed.

    “A bitch?? Really, rat? You have a woman standing over you, about to dance on your balls, and you’re insulting her? Sheesh, no WONDER you’re so bad at the mercenary business. Say goodbye to the right nut!”

    With that, Sha’Ria bit on her lip for focus, rested her heel on that round organ, and made sure to focus every ounce of her weight directly on it. No slipping, no glancing blows, just her full dragoness bulk precisely on that tender egg. Raj flailed about, his hips shot in all directions, the ‘neck’ of his scrotum stretching away. But there was no escaping it, a moment later, that familiar squelch feeling and Sha’Ria’s heel hit the ground. Raj was half a male.

    A moment later, he was none of one. He spasmed and shuddered, passing out for the second time.

    When Raj awoke, he was praying it was from a dream. He’d dozed off in the woods that day. Yesterday? He had no idea how long ago it was, but he prayed he was still there. He’d open up his eyes and see the sun. He’d head back home, take Ed on an easier job, just make nice light money. He didn’t NEED to be a hero.

    …nope. Still in the cave. There she was. Dammit.

    Like a proud parent, Sha’Ria patted Raj’s cheek. “There you go. Don’t worry, you were only out a few minutes. Go ahead and fix ‘em again.”

    For the second time, Raj felt like he could relax. He put his head back on the cave floor, panting quietly, and raised his voice.

    “Testiculus reconstructum!” he rasped out. All the screaming had kinda taken a toll.

    Just like last time, the rodent’s nuts slowly reformed. That brief snooze meant the process took a bit longer, but only by a few seconds. His limbs were like lead, he couldn’t pick himself up if he wanted to, but he’d made it.

    That’s when he noticed Sha’Ria, grinning wider than ever.

    “Lemme ask you somethin’, rat?”

    “…yeah?” he replied, face winced with worry.

    She lifted her arm, brandishing the earlier tool at him. “Ever had a girl hammer your nuts before?”

    Raj froze in place. It was time for round three.

    The first time she raised that hammer over her head, Raj whimpered, his voice tiny. “Please don’t.”

    Sha’Ria paused, almost looking sympathetic. “At least this one will be quick.”

    As predicted, round three wasn’t as long as rounds one and two. A pair of nuts, no matter how well conditioned, don’t last long when smashed between an iron hammer and a stone slab. The dragoness had hoisted one over and put it between Raj’s legs to make it easier on herself, plopping his set on top of it and just going at his gonads like a blacksmith. She pounded the hammer down over and over, completely ignoring Raj’s screams, using one hand to hold his balls in place while the other rained blows down. By the time it was over, and Raj’s nuts were paste for the THIRD time, she was exhausted. The dragoness dropped the hammer beside herself and sat down, panting quietly.

    Raj, meanwhile, was in a near state of shock. His nervous system had been not one, not two, but three complete rupturings in a row. He felt each hard twitch and spasm down in his bones now. The rat’s nuts didn’t just hurt, his entire body hurt. His teeth, his toes, his tail, his ears. Everything was a white hot ball of pure agony.

    Sha’Ria waved her hand. “Okay, say the thing.”

    Silence.

    Sha’Ria looked to make sure the rat hadn’t passed out again. “Hey. Say the spell!”

    Raj shook his head, defiantly. “Nuh uh!” he yiped.

    That annoyed the dragoness. Beating on the rat’s balls was her weapon against him, and he wasn’t playing ball, so to speak. “I said say it!” she barked, smacking him on the belly. It made him want to wretch, but still he refused.

    Raj had figured out her game. He knew she was just going to keep this up forever. Pop his nuts, repair, pop, repair, rinse and repeat. She was going to keep him in that cave as her personal punching bag, one that she could use for the rest of his life, because he couldn’t be permanently broken.

    Once again, Raj shook his head. “No!!”

    Sha’Ria narrowed her eyes. Silently, she slipped the amulet off of Raj and rested it on the same stone slab. The rat looked down, body unable to keep itself still. She gently rested the surface of the hammer against the sparkling gemstone.

    “I know you need this or you can’t fix your nuts again. I know you had one broken before, so I know they can break. I also know you can’t get another one after this. So either you fix your nuts, or I break the amulet. Your pick.”

    It pained him, not just in the physical sense, but Raj couldn’t survive another round. He bit on both of his lips, holding his mouth shut, saying nothing. He kept his eyes fixed on the hammer in the dragoness’s hand.

    “Well… okay! Just remember, this was your call.” With that, she raised the hammer up once more.

    Raj squeezed his eyes shut, waiting… but no sound came. The rat opened his eyes again, seeing the dragoness perched over him, a smile on her face.

    “Good boy! Here, let’s get you out of those heavy irons and up on your feet.”

    The rat hardly knew what was going on before Sha’Ria had his hands and wrists unshackled and she was helping him upright. Not that his body really WANTED to go upright, after all he was still sporting a crushed set of balls in an impossibly swollen nutsack between his thighs. She noticed his plight and clucked her tongue.

    “Oh, right. That. Look, you might want to get that fixed now,” she said, putting the amulet back over the rat’s neck. “I don’t think you’ll make it very far without.”

    Sitting on his butt, Raj looked at the drooping bag at his crotch, and the gem around his neck.

    “You’re… you’re not just gonna bust me again?”

    Sha’Ria shook her head. “Nope! You were willing to give up the power to repair your nuts FOREVER rather than sit through any more punishment. To me, that sounds like you learned your lesson.”

    When Raj didn’t speak up, Sha’Ria snickered. “Okay, how about if I walk all… the way…” she went to the opposite end of the cave, “…over HERE.” She was far away enough that it took a little extra volume to be heard. “I can’t do anything from here. Go ahead. Fix your balls.”

    The rat rubbed at his amulet. It was strange. It had always been a safeguard, but now he hated the damn thing. He’d been ready to let himself stay neutered, something that he could have let happened two poppings ago, all because of this stupid gem. He huffed, closing his eyes.

    “Testiculus reconstructum.”

    Thanks to the extra few minutes, repairing Raj’s balls was less pleasant than the other two. Not as bad as the day in bed before, but coming off of three full ruptures… just SAYING the spell made him feel sick. A few moments passed and Raj had a fully functional pair of testicles between his legs again. He looked up, and Sha’Ria was standing over where she was, not moving. Well, she moved a little, waving her hand, shooing him away.

    “Go! Go go, rat!”

    Raj got to his feet, unsteadily. It was then he realized just HOW long he’d been in that cave, his legs had almost forgotten how to work. The rat looked over his shoulder as he went, but he followed the entrance to the cave.

    "One last thing, Raj."

    That caught the rat's attention. She used his name.

    "Er... yeah?"

    Her expression went more severe. "I'm giving you a fresh chance, here. You make me regret it, if I see you sneaking around here hunting dragons, or if I even HEAR about you hunting dragons, I'll make today look like a dinner date. Ya got it?"

    Raj swallowed and nodded, scurrying out. Okay, limping. Gingerly limping. He gradually made his way out.

    Sha’Ria chuckled to herself. In a moment he’d find out that they weren’t THAT far in the mountain. She just needed him to know that he was stuck there as long as she wanted him to be.

    Gathering up the heavy chains, the dragoness couldn’t help but get a slight pang of sympathy in her chest. That rat had sat through three bursts in a row. She didn’t know what ONE felt like, but every story she’d heard was that it was enough to make a guy want to kill himself. He gave up his nuts rather than take it again. He didn’t try one of his silly spells, he didn’t try to fight back. He actually took it.

    With a determined nod, Sha’Ria let the chains clatter to the floor and marched out the front of the cave. She was gonna snag that rat and get some use out of that phallum rigamarole spell. What the fuck, the guy earned it, and she’d get something out of it, too. All that ballbusting had her all worked up anyway.
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    Well, OneBadMamaJama, your untitled follow-on to P’iou’s “ABCs: Caught in the Crossfire”, is a very good read indeed.
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    LOL thanks my man. I can't capture poiu's flair for the whimsical and I really don't have his skill for making the stories "vocal", but I tried to go with it.

    I think what I like the most about the universe (I rarely comment, but I always read!) is that these kind of events AREN'T treated as traumatic life-enders. These guys go through ridiculous amounts of abuse and at the end of the day they can just be grumpy instead of needing therapy. I think that's why I was kinda bummed by thinking Raj was ruined permanently, I love the idea of them having almost no limits to what goes down that they can bounce back from and act more like someone just stole their phone instead of destroyed them.

    Hell, I liked the idea of Raj and Poiu almost being able to grouse about their situations together, sitting at a tavern and arguing about who was the worst off.

    "Dude, your balls don't break! How can you say that's worse?"

    "Because you've never sat through a girl spending six hours TRYING! Let me tell you, a girl gets CREATIVE when she's frustrated."

    "Okay, but I feel the need to repeat: your BALLS, don't BREAK. They don't break!"

    "And I feel the need to repeat, you can get busted and then just not fix 'em for the rest of the day! Ten minutes, oops there they go, you just keep your mouth shut. That'd be like a vacation!"

    I know a lot of people really like the darkness and things getting really ugly, but for this I really love the idea of no one being really psychologically wrecked by the events. Genuine consequences are a massive turn-off (to wit: whenever someone posts a news story of this kind of thing happening in the real world, I become genuinely FURIOUS). But a rat and a dragon all sulky about getting their balls busted to the extent that we have here, then sighing and saying "welp, back to my wife!" makes the whole thing SO much more appealing.

    Okay, it's weird I just appeared to dump all this text and analysis, but it's all been burbling under the surface for a while, I just hadn't had the onus on me to say it out loud. So thanks again poiu for the enjoyable reads, I can't wait to see what you come up with next and I hope you don't mind me making the occasional 50 Shades to your Twilight when a character shows up that I like. XD

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    ABCs: Caught in the Crossfire

    Thanks for ABCs: Caught in the Crossfire, P’iou.
    As you know, I’m not keen on mutilation, but this was fun.
    Somehow, when injuries quickly heel, as in a cartoon, I smile rather than empathize.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Alec Anaconda, A1 View Post
    I agree with you!
    Haha, forgot about that quote!

    I don't think it's a huge mystery either. Deep know, we all KNOW that sexual assault is a bad thing. I derive no sexual pleasure from the knowledge of someone else in actual, nonconsensual pain. YouTube videos of people being hurt or blog posts about a girl sending a guy to the hospital infuriate me rather than arouse (I am 0% one of those "women are the stronger sex!" guys). Fiction is the perfect environment. All that taboo thrill with no actual harm done.

    Then you get really deep stories with characters that exist as more than just scrotums with names, poiu and MythicalPain being the two best examples, and it's not fun seeing a character written well enough that they exist as more than just on a page having any long-term harm done to 'em. Raj and Ed weren't awful people, they were just doofuses trying to go dragon slaying! I was really on board with 'em! Loved 'em learning a lesson, but not one that like, in 20 years, they'd still be sitting around with a nutsack full of regret and nothing else. XD

    Like, remember when poiu had that poll about who the character should end up with? I didn't even have to think before voting Lia because dammit he deserved to have someone to make him happy, LOL. No matter how "sexy" it could be made that he got his balls ruined by that other character or Opal using him for nut-related science, I'd be irked because maaaaaaaan, the poor guy!

    Yeah I'm really getting longwinded here, but TBH I love analyzing stories, even if they're silly porny stories on here. I write moderately popular stuff elsewhere (different name, not sharing) and I've always had a lot of fun picking apart what makes this story enjoyable or that one not. I could wax philosophical on what (to me) makes a good ballbusting story, and like I said before it does speak to the quality of what we've seen here that I'm in a position TO talk like that!

    Depending on whether or not poiu would prefer I'd leave his characters alone, I could seriously see continuing the relationship between these two because, holy crap, just reading about 'em and writing one little story made me wanna explore them further. I might do it just for my own sake even if they never get posted, LOL.

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    OBMJ: hot damn, that was fantastic! Sha'Ria and Raj make a hell of a pair :P Definitely feel free to write anything else you'd like – I love your take on things, and obviously I'm not the only one. (And P.S., don't take offense if I don't reply for a while: I may be without internet for an extended period coming up.)

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    Quote Originally Posted by poiu View Post
    OBMJ: hot damn, that was fantastic! Sha'Ria and Raj make a hell of a pair :P Definitely feel free to write anything else you'd like – I love your take on things, and obviously I'm not the only one. (And P.S., don't take offense if I don't reply for a while: I may be without internet for an extended period coming up.)
    Whew, glad you liked it! Like I said, you're el jefe of these stories, it was fun trying to do your world justice. Definitely had a moment there of "hoo boy, hope I didn't bone it up TOO bad here." XD

    And yikes, where goeth thy internet? I hope that means you'll have plenty of downtime to prepare the next chapters!

    As for me, I'm actually done with work early, could see if I can't make another tonight.

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    Hey guess who got bored and did another one!

    A Fresh Beginning

    Sha'Ria and Raj come up with an arrangement that hopefully means fewer bustings for him and fewer hunted and busted dragons. Things get off to a bit of a rough start, though.

    As always, this is just me paying homage to the intensely talented poiu (whose name I only JUST realized is the four top-right keyboard keys in right to left order, LOL) and having a little fun in the world of "no hard feelings" ballbusting he's created. If ever I were told to invent an ideal environment for guys to get racked on the regular, this would be it.

    SIGNIFICANTLY less brutal this time around, so if you're more squeamish about your busting, read on worry-free. I can't say the rat with his ever-healing nutbag won't find himself in some terrible predicaments in the future, but this one's not quite so over the top.

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    It’s crazy how much things can change after a simple question.

    After Sha’Ria caught up with Raj and dragged him back to her cave, which involved a lot of kicking and screaming and convincing the rat that she hadn’t gone back on their deal (okay, she had to knee him in the plums a few times to make him stop flailing around, but that was HIS fault), the dragoness decided to see just how effective that whole phallum rigorum incantation was.

    Oh ho ho, was it EVER. She rode that rat from on top, from underneath, standing, sitting and in every possible position between. The rat was shooting dust after a while, but he still had the tool to use (all the spell did was give him a boner, it didn’t reset the clock, so to speak). Once the guy was feeling less afraid about getting his berries pounded again, he got into it, and damned if that rodent didn’t have a marathoner’s stamina. By the time it was over, both of them were wheezing and laid out on the cave floor. She’d never had rat dick before, and mayyyyybe she wouldn’t mind it again sometime.

    Bathed in the afterglow, Sha’Ria idly looked over at the rat and asked, “So what’re you gonna do now?”

    It caught him off guard. “…do?”

    The dragoness nodded, rolling onto her side and propping her head up on one hand. “Yeah. I mean, okay we had our fun here, but I’m serious about what I said before. I catch you trying to do any of that dragon slaying nonsense and it’s gonna be ten times worse than this morning.”

    The rat swallowed awkwardly, ears folding down. Somehow, he thought that since they’d fucked, and they had REALLY fucked, she would be more lenient on him. Wasn’t that how it worked? Give a girl a nice hard dicking and she’s sort of, y’know, on your side?

    “Oh,” he said lamely, sitting up and crossing his legs, looking down at his ballsack as if imagining the fate that would befall it if he ventured into their area again. “Uh… I dunno.”

    Sha’Ria rolled her eyes. “Let me guess. You thought you’d limp back to your village, lay low for a while, wait for us to forget about you, then start up again. That if you kept your head on a swivel you could avoid getting caught again and you’d just keep on with the amateur dragon slaying.”

    Raj looked incensed! He huffed and drew his shoulders up, brow all furrowed. “No!” Then he slumped. “…yes.”

    It was true, the rat didn’t have much of a backup plan. Picking up jobs back home off the board was how he’d been getting by for his adult life. Usually it was stealing some piece of treasure from a remote cave or finding another rare book for the old man who sold him the pendant, normal small-time bandit jobs. The dragon slaying was supposed to be his and Ed’s big break. They’d be REAL warriors then!

    Best laid plans, right?

    Sha’Ria flopped onto her back and crossed one leg over the other, bobbing her foot absent-mindedly. “You know, there is one thing you could do. It’s a little crazy, but hear me out.”

    The rat looked over at her, admittedly distracted by her curvy, nude body all splayed out. It didn’t matter that he’d just spent the last few hours fucking an Indian burn onto his dick with this dragon, she was hot!

    “Okay, what’s the idea?”

    She glanced sidelong at him. “You could go legit.”

    The words hit him like she’d just put a terrible smell under his nose. “Eugh! You mean get some… plain villager job like all the other peasants?”

    The female snorted, “Well I suppose you COULD try your hand at dragon slaying again. After all, it worked SO well for you before. Hey, honest question: how many broken nuts is that pay worth, huh? You must have a terrible gonads to gold ratio going here.”

    Raj huffed all indignantly. More like a pout, really. “Ed and I know what we’re doing! We just… got in a little over our heads.”

    “Twice, in your case. Up here we call that a pattern.”

    The rat grumbled some more. “I coulda done it! If… if you hadn’t gotten in the way! I coulda got those two dragons, no problem! We would have been fine the FIRST time, but ohhhh no. Ed sees a pair of tits and lets his guard down!” He snorted and put his elbows on his knees. “Sure HE’s fine just going back and having a few beers and laughing about it, but… I mean look at him! He’s a brick wall! No one’s gonna say anything to him about it.”

    Hah, Sha’Ria thought. It always comes down to dick-waving. Rat feeling all insecure about being an amateur, not a powerful wizard or a big tough warrior and now he’s too embarrassed to go back since he failed TWICE.

    Then, some pity. Yeesh, the rat risked his balls a second time because he was too stubborn to just admit defeat. She wondered what it had to have felt like marching around in the forest knowing what his nads had in store for them if he fucked up again. That was comforting. He probably wasn’t TOO surprised.

    …and now he thought he’d give it a THIRD try? This stupid rat was gonna get himself nutted again or killed. Probably both. If the moron had a resurrection spell he’d probably be getting into even WORSE trouble.

    She shook her head. “Okay look. I’ve got a feeling if I let you go back some part of you is gonna end up hanging off a pike in front of a cave, and that’s just fine by me,” she glanced at Raj, who was clearly dying to interject and argue, but quieted down once she caught his eye. “But I’m not risking that you actually manage to collect one of those bounties.”

    The rat looked confused. “…uh, so what are you… what’s that mean?”

    Sha’Ria sat up and eyeballed Raj coolly. “I’ll let you stay here with me for a little while, I’ll help you learn a trade. It can be whatever you think works best for you, smithing, tanning, whatever. I know enough and there are good dragons up here who owe me favors.”

    Somehow, the word ‘let’ in that sentence didn’t sound like Raj had much of a choice. “Okay,” he said, “So then what?”

    The dragoness puffed again, chuckling humorlessly. “Then you get the hell out of dragon country, get a real job, and I don’t see you and your magic dick ever again.” She cursed inwardly. Didn’t mean to say that last part. In her defense, he had a magic dick. I mean, come on. A magic dick!

    But Raj didn’t notice her slip of the ribbony tongue, and simply nodded. Just like that, Sha’Ria had a houserat.

    After a short, but awkwardly silent, walk, the pair arrived at Sha’Ria’s home. The dragoness’s actual cave was significantly nicer than the desolate hole in the rock she’d dragged him to before. It was fully furnished, and even had more than one “room”. Aside from being cut into a mountain, it really wasn’t drastically different from the huts back at Raj’s village. Or, in his case, the communal hotel he paid a pittance for bed space in.

    Sha’Ria wasn’t much of a tour guide, waving vaguely about. “Now that’s my bed. Until we get you your own…” she began, getting a vague look of hope out of the rat. “…you can just deal with the floor.”

    Raj grumped. This was looking worse and worse by the moment. He glanced back at the entrance. If he ran now… no, she’d catch him. He could paralyze her first… but then what? Go back? Try again? The scrotal sorcerer didn’t have a load of options in front of him. On the other hand, he could stay here, pretend like he’s really interested in making leather pants or whatever, and get free room and board AND probably get laid! Hell, wasn’t that what he was aiming for anyway?

    Okay, sure, he’d probably be “paying” by having his nutsack worked over once in a while, but hey! Beggars can’t be choosers, and if it meant fucking Sha’Ria regularly…

    “So!” he said, clapping his hands and rubbing them together. “Where do we start?”

    The dragoness snickered and looked him up and down. “We go down to the market, get you some new clothes and some supplies. That robe’s GOT to go.”

    Raj looked down. He sighed. He liked his robe. Made it himself and everything. It made him feel like a proper wizard, even if it wasn’t quite up to proper warlock quality. “Do we have to?” he whined.

    Sha’Ria nodded firmly. “We do. Anyone sees you in that, they’ll think you’re up to no good. We need you dressed like an honest rat. So let’s go.”

    Raj’s shoulders sunk, the pout in him growing. He even jutted his lip out all adorably. “Hmpf. If you say so.”

    “One more thing.”

    “Hm?”

    The dragoness held out her hand. “Gimme the amulet.”

    Reflexively, the rat’s hands went to his chest, right over the gem on its light chain. He’d already lost it once and then almost lost it a second time. For as much as Raj complained about the trouble it had gotten him into, the amulet was his, it was really what made him special. Plus, y’know. It fixed his balls. That’s not a backup plan a guy wants to just give away.

    “…why?” he asked, his rodent face a swirl of suspicious and concerned emotions. He even turned a away a bit, protectively.

    “Oh relax, I’m not gonna break it,” Sha’Ria replied, amused at his sudden worry. “But we can’t have you tempted to start throwing spells around while you’re supposed to be training. Plus,” she added, a small grin on her face. “Maybe if you can’t just spit a spell out, you’ll actually try being polite and won’t risk your gonads so much.”

    She tapped her broad foot, waiting. “I’m not keeping it, I’m just holding onto it! You’ll get it back whenever you need it. Promise!”

    Raj squinted at Sha’Ria. She’d never lied to him before. Well, she did tell him she’d only bust his balls once and then totally lied about that. Wait, did she actually SAY she’d only do it once, or did he just misinterpret? Ugh. That whole day was a swirl. Reluctantly, the rat slipped his amulet off and passed it over. His new matriarch of sorts had to prevent a little giddy squeal. This was working out FAMOUSLY.

    The local bazaar was a simple affair, but a fairly big one. A central spot for merchants and traders to sell wares and services to anyone within a day’s walk. It wasn’t like the thing was dragons only, but Sha’Ria still told Raj to stick close by. The rat had a bit of a reputation already thanks to his original journey (dragons are solitary, but they do look out for one another), and the robes weren’t helping him blend in at ALL. Long as he stayed with her, everything would be fine.

    Then, haggling over the price of some leather strips, Sha’Ria’s ears picked up a familiar cry.

    “OH GOD, MY BAAAAAALLS!!”

    The red dragoness looked to her side, then the other. She sighed, rubbing between her eyes. She KNEW that damn rat wasn’t smart enough to hold still! Ugh, he must have gone wandering while she was focused on not getting ripped off by this old bastard saying his leather was more rare than anyone else’s. And now she had to pay full price because she had to go find out what mess Raj had gotten himself into.

    Following the sounds of a howling rat, Sha’Ria found a small crowd gathered not terribly far from where she’d been standing. She leaned over to a older dragoness and asked what was going on.

    “Ohhh that dirty rat was trying to steal from one of the merchants!” the short female said with a huff, her weathered face all screwed up. “And it looks like he’s one of those southern dragonslayers! But don’t worry, he didn’t get away with it, and I don’t think he’ll get away with his gonads, either!”

    Looking up at the scuffle itself, Raj was on his back, his robe lifted up, and a rather portly dragoness was holding his legs apart and had his nuts trapped down in the dirt under her foot. Sha’Ria knew this one. Brielle, the potions merchant. Nice girl, fine prices, not TERRIBLY effective products, a bad temper and suspicious of everyone around her. Much to Raj’s dismay. She had a number of earrings, as well as other jewelry, and wore a dark colored and somewhat overly-flowy dress. Even with her extra padding, the muscle on her was evident, particularly in her legs. And thanks to that stupid robe of his getting in the way, Raj couldn’t even reach down to protect himself.

    “So, rat! Thought you could steal from me AND collect on another bounty?”

    “Noooo!” he pleaded, squirming on the ground. “I was just looookiii-AAUUUHHH!!”

    The hefty female lifted her foot up and stamped on Raj’s nuts again, bare sole making a nice solid THUNK as it flattened the rat’s eggs down. “Liar!” she yelled, the small crowd echoing in satisfaction (well, half of the crowd, anyway). “You were caught before, yet you’re so brazen as to walk into our markets?? Just how stupid do you think we are up here?”

    Brielle punctuated that sentence by rearing her leg back and kicking the rat’s drooping bag a few times, the SLAP of flesh to scaly flesh audible enough that it even made Sha’Ria wince. She was a strong female herself, but… well, this one had mass on her side. Those kicks looked bad enough to leave his pelvis bruised!

    Granted, Sha’Ria could have stepped in and done something at any time. On the other hand, Raj still had a lot to learn, so why not let him learn it himself? Experience is the best teacher of all!

    “Just let me explaa-aaaain!” he wailed, trying vainly to wriggle to freedom. Each time he tried, the Brielle dropped her foot again onto his tenderized testes and ground her heel onto them like she was stamping out an insect. His muscles flexed and tensed, his whole body doing everything in its power to get his leathery pouch away from the pissed off dragon, but it wasn’t working.

    One particularly vigorous wiggle got him to turn onto his stomach, unfortunately the heavy female answered that by simply sitting on him, prompting an awkward WHEEEZE of breath from Raj.

    Reaching a big hand under Raj’s robes and scooping up his swollen berries, Brielle turned to look over her shoulder. “I’ll ask you again, rat! What are you doing here?”

    Raj was whimpering pathetically now. Where was Sha’Ria? Couldn’t she hear him?? “I was shoppiiiiiFFFUUUCK!!”

    Apparently that was the wrong answer, as Raj’s nutsack had one hand wrapped around the neck of it while another slapped it mercilessly a few times. Face down in the dirt, without his amulet, all the rat could do was wail and yell and claw at the ground. Meanwhile, that fat bitch just kept slapping his balls around like she was arguing with the organs themselves.

    “If you don’t answer me straight, rat, I’ll mash these right now!”

    And where was Sha’Ria? Oh, she was watching, biting on her lip, doing her best not to make her enjoyment TOO obvious. She realized she was starting to LIKE the look of her little apprentice, bare from the waist down, getting his male parts worked over. There was ALWAYS something so sexy about a nice set of genitals being abused, but realizing that, if she squinted and thought about it, they were sort of her property? At least for the time being? Oooh, it was just delicious.

    She looked around at the small gathered throng. The females were loving the show, and the males were all standing with their hands over themselves. They figured it was the rat’s own fault his balls were getting busted, but that didn’t make it any easier to watch. Even more funny was the majority of attendants who were ignoring it entirely, and seemed more bothered that Raj wouldn’t shut up because they had a hard time negotiating with the traders.

    Raj tried again. “That WAS straaaaaight!” he protested with a voice strained from ball pain as well as a very heavy female sitting on him. Immediately he felt the big dragoness’s hands gripping his gonads, one plump nut per. Jaw tensed with anger, she lifted straight up with enough strength that the rat’s hips came off the ground. Then, to the trapped rat’s horror, she squeezed on each of those tender jewels, twisting her hands from side to side as if she were wringing out a damp cloth.

    “STOOOOOPPP!! YOU’RE GONNA BREAK EMMMM!!” Raj absolutely shrieked, eyes bugged wide and his back arching. His toes were digging into the ground and his arms were feebly trying to get under him to get his nuggets free. He knew he could get his amulet back, or at least hoped, but that didn’t mean he wanted to go through with getting his balls ruptured again!

    Sha’Ria decided it was time to intervene. Much as she wanted to just let the show continue, it wasn’t really fair. Those balls had been through a lot already. Er, had they? That spell didn’t really make sense. Were they like totally new balls each time or were his old balls made bigger and stronger? That got her thinking. What if she cut Raj’s nuts off? Could he get a new pair? What if they were just, like, detached inside the sack? She’d have to find out.

    A fresh wave of high-pitched squealing brought Sha’Ria back from her idle contemplation. She coughed and stepped out of the crowd, tapping the dragoness merchant on the shoulder.

    “WHAT?” Brielle barked, still squeezing on Raj’s nuts like she thought the answer she wanted was stuck inside them. She even started pressing the two against each other and grinding, still focusing on the female standing in front of her.

    “Would you mind stopping that?” Sha’Ria said, voice elevated enough to be heard over Raj’s cries. “He’s with me.”

    That confused the big dragoness. She let Raj’s rather discolored nutsack go and his legs plopped on the ground with a light clatter. She put her hands on her hips and sat upright, still kneeling straddled over Raj’s writhing form, sitting on his back.

    “And just what are YOU doing with this vermin?” Brielle demanded. “He’s a bounty hunter, a would-be dragon slayer, and a thief!”

    Sha’Ria crossed her arms under her bust. “Mm-hm. And just what did he steal?”

    The merchant female grunted, annoyed. “Well. Nothing. But that’s only because I caught him! I saw his thieving eyes!”

    Sha’Ria nodded. “So he didn’t actually steal anything. It sounds to me like you’re being a bit unfair, aren’t you?”

    “Well… be that as it may,” the bigger female sniffed, indignant, “That doesn’t change who he is!”

    “If you’ll excuse me,” Sha’Ria said, her voice growing cross. “I don’t believe we’re in a position to say that anyone is beyond reform, not with the reputation dragons have elsewhere, hm?” The merchant’s unhappy expression said that she knew Sha’Ria was right. “Now we’re here to get him some fresh clothes, some supplies, and to begin teaching him in a trade so he can STOP going about collecting dragon hides as bounties. So if you don’t mind, I’d appreciate it if you let him up so we could continue.”

    The angry Brielle huffed and stood up. “Very well,” she intoned, pointing at Sha’Ria. “But I’ll be watching him, and I doubt I’m the only one! Get what you need and get him out of here.”

    It took some doing to get Raj to his feet, his now well-oversized scrotum bouncing between his thighs and making him wince. The crowd, after a brief sigh of disappointment from the females and one of relief from the males, dispersed. The market was back to normal, and rat and dragon could resume their shopping.

    Having well learned from his experience, Raj spent the remainder of the trip up close to Sha’Ria. The rat continued to attract suspicious glances, but fortunately his chaperone was at least fairly well respected by enough of the citizens that they were willing to trust her, even if they didn’t trust him.

    By the end of the trip, Sha’Ria had a basket with food to last the week, tools that were lightweight enough for Raj to handle, and he had a pair of pants and a normal shirt on. Just having him out of the robes seemed to be a big help; Raj blended in with the crowd more and got fewer wary glances. Why, he almost looked like a normal citizen!

    After a bit of silent walking, Raj spoke up.

    “Where were you back there?”

    Sha’Ria turned slightly, but kept her eyes in front. “Hm? Back where?”

    Raj’s tone was clearly accusatory. “Back at the market. Why’d it take you so long to stop that big bitch?”

    “Oh! Um… I wasn’t terribly close. By the time I heard the commotion…” she replied, a vague wave of her free hand.

    The rat narrowed his eyes. “I wasn’t that far!” he argued. “You could have gotten me right away!”

    “Oh pfffft,” Sha’Ria said, all casual and chipper. “Will you relax? I got you, didn’t I? And look, you didn’t even have to use any spells! For a first trip, that went pretty well!”

    Raj groused, one hand drifting downward to gently touch his unhappy pouch, almost gasping. “That was WELL to you?”

    She nodded. “Mmhm! I was expecting you’d have to use that nut fixing spell at least once.”

    The rat grumped, lamenting the swelling in his loins (a swelling he felt was ENTIRELY unnecessary), making his gait awkward and bowlegged. “It almost would have been easier. Least then I’d have a fresh set and not a swollen and bruised one.”

    The dragoness lifted an eyeridge at him. “Are you saying you’d rather get your eggs broken than not?” she asked, unable to stifle another amused grin.

    “What? No!” he squeaked back, defensive. “I was just… I just meant that…”

    Sha’Ria chuckled and shook her head. “I know what you meant, I was only teasing. Come on, I want to get home before dark. It looks like the weather could take a turn for the worse.”

    The pair continued along and Raj’s markedly slower pace, when a husky, female voiced called out behind them. “Just a minute, you two!!”

    They turned, and saw the surly Brielle marching toward them again. Sha’Ria sighed in exasperation and Raj turned his hips away defensively.

    “Here,” she said, handing a small bottle over to Sha’Ria. “A few drops of that in warm water, soaked into a cloth, put it on his nuts and the swelling should go right down. And as for you…” she hesitated, looking cross. It was obvious someone had talked to her and asked her to do this. “I’m sorry I acted so rashly.”

    Sha’Ria smiled brightly. “Well we thank you for your generosity, and appreciate your apology, don’t we, Raj?”

    The rat was no more eager to make amends than the merchant was, but he nodded. “Er… yes. Thank you.”

    “Very well. Good day then,” the larger dragoness said curtly, and the two turned and resumed their walk.

    Then, a moment later, a large foot flew up between Raj’s legs from behind, flattening his bag into his hips, and sent the rat straight to the ground in a curled up, moaning, groaning heap.

    Sha’Ria let out an UGH and looked down at him, then back at the round dragoness. “Was that REALLY necessary??”

    Brielle shrugged and smiled, turning on her heel and marching back to the market with nearly a skip in her step. “Well, I certainly feel better.”

    Sha’Ria helped Raj get upright again and harumphed. “I know who’s not getting any of MY money when we come back next week.”

    The rat whimpered. This was going to be a long few months.

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