Furry Ballbusting

[Mythical Pain]

I'm still checking the thread every once in a while.

Mostly I just re-read Snoodle's stories over on the EA, those stories are great! Especially the ones with the dog/wolves/horses.

I've read that site once in a while. Not exactly my bag, though they do have a few furry and dragon stories. If they had more of that stuff I'd be there more often lol. I prefer the male creatures to be sentient, and I'm not as into ********** as I am just busting them silly lol.

But speaking of Snoodle, wonder whatever happened to her?

[Snoodle]

I've read that site once in a while. Not exactly my bag, though they do have a few furry and dragon stories. If they had more of that stuff I'd be there more often lol. I prefer the male creatures to be sentient, and I'm not as into ********** as I am just busting them silly lol.

But speaking of Snoodle, wonder whatever happened to her?

Lurking.

[WhispyWillow]

Lurking.

Heh, there you are. I tried sending you a couple PMs on f-list some months ago, but I never got a response.

In other news, I'm gonna go ahead and post one of my submissions here in plaintext. This is a RP-turned-story between a friend of mine and myself. Enjoy!

EDIT: Yech, this formatting is terrible. Sorry guys.

Disclaimer: This story contains (among other things) violence, pseudo-****, **********
and ******. Read at your own risk!

The Seed Is Strong

Stepping from the forest’s deep shadows, the sleek black and white striped
Unicorn slowly strolled across the grassy fields surrounding the Centaur village. The
long summer evening hummed with all the sounds of the warm months, the sun
resting on the shoulders of the tall craggy peaks that lined the horizons. Up ahead, the
dusty streets of the Centaur village loomed. Most families had retired to their homes
for the evening and only the young, aggressive, hormone-driven males were still out
cavorting. Of course, the sight of the rare, sleek equine was enough to draw the gaze
of many of the onlooking centaurs. Cat-calls and hungry eyes undressed the Zebracorn
with every passing moment, and a few of the lustful males even began to follow the
stud before drifting off, obliviously passing up the myth for promises of flesh
mistakenly thought to be better.
One large, long shack, obviously built with the unwieldy bodies of the villagers
in-mind, stood aglow with life and activity. The local tavern cast a gold light across the
creeping fingers of twilight shadow, and it was from this that the raucous stench of
centaur musk and alcohol accompanied the din of merriment. One scent wafted above
the others, and it was this which would catch the Zebracorn's attention as he drifted
closer to the tavern from the outside: a unicorn, and a male one at that.
Those long slotted equine nostrils widened, that long narrow head snapping
around as the sweet teasing scent caught Hooves’ attention. The horny Zebracorn's
path changed away from the sexy red equine rump that had previously held his
attention, altering his course to slowly wander into the Centaur tavern. Within, most of
the patrons were indeed just as it seemed: centaurs, lined side-to-side along a
enormous bar countertop or jostling and weaving amid one another on a dance floor.
There were no instruments, but the thrum of hooves and the drinking melodies
throbbing in the air offered all the music one would need. The air was thick with heady
masculine scents, and sweaty bodies pressed against the Zebracorn from all sides.
However, it was the sexy Unicorn scent that held his attention, the sexy stud slowly
screening the room until he spotted the horn.
Long, wickedly curved and a vivid crimson in color, the horn wasn't that hard to
miss. Its owner was an enormous stallion who resembled something much closer to a
draft horse than an actual unicorn. Huge hooves equally red in coloration lay splayed
wide as the stud lounged against the corner where two of the long benches lining the
walls met. Silky black fur pooled about the floor around each hoof, stemming from the
bottom of those long, powerful legs. Unfortunately, those sexy equine legs were
quickly obscured by the low cut of a thick sash wrapped tight about his waist. A similar
shawl, which was so abundant in size that it more resembled a poncho, was wrapped
tight around his neck and did what it could to protect that broad, thickly muscled chest
from prying eyes. The equine's muzzle was much broader than the Zebracorn who
beheld him, lacking the slender grace of a wild stallion in favor of the thick fortitude of
a warhorse.
The equine seemed to be scowling at the moment, staring down the drunken
centaur who was hitting on him. Wide nostrils flared in irritation, wisps of smoke rising
from them the way they might a cartoon dragon's. The white, zebra-like stripes which
coated his ebony frame rippled and writhed as powerful muscles clenched and eased
uncertainly.
"C'mon...Jus' lemmie see it once...Pleaaaase..." The centaur slurred with a surly
grin, his erection beginning to flop and drag slightly on the ground as it struggled to
compete with its owner's inebriation. "I'll show you mine...ehehe..." Any further
advances were halted, however, as Hooves strolled purposely up and smacked the buck
skinned Centaur on his wide rump, making the drunken stud’s human torso jerk
around awkwardly to look at him. "Wha...?" The intoxicated stud started to slur as the
sleek Zebracorn moved up his side, one hand reaching under the Centaur’s belly to
fondle that floppy stud stick. "You’re showing your cock to everyone in here, stud."
The Zebracorn chuckled as the drunken stud bucks, thrusting his cock against Hooves’
soft, smooth palm. "Hey, yer a cute little one... but I'm lookin' fer a mounting
tonight..." The drunken stud slurred, shoving Hooves away roughly even as the
Zebracorn smirked. "Well, I'm sure that big boy over there would be more that willing
to help you out..." Hooves snorted, gesturing to a massive Centaur stallion a few yards
away, a huge horny draft horse of a Centaur. "Wha...? Awww nawww that...That’s my
cousin, Daren." The drunken Centaur protested even as the bigger stallion suddenly
twisted his head around, whinnying in lustful delight and pouncing on his smaller
cousin's broad back. Riding him off across the tavern to the amusement of the
watching crowd, Hooves slipped over and sat beside the strange looking Unicorn.
The unicorn watched him silently, a frown plastered upon his broad, handsome
features. Intense, red eyes followed the sleek Zebracorn as he eased down beside him,
and the stallion only shifted so as to tug his long, braided tail out of Hooves' way. "...I
didn't ask for help." The enormous stud rumbled in a deep, powerful voice which
sounded like rolling thunder. Still, his body language clearly relaxed, snowy stripes
smoothing across his frame as he settled back down.
"Oh it wasn't you I was helping...I got the feeling Buck there was going to get
hurt if something didn't distract him... No point in having a lovely evening like this
ruined by pointless violence." Hooves explained in his easy, friendly manner, reaching
out to catch a foamy tankard as it went by on a upraised tray. The Zebracorn crossed
his long sleek equine legs as he leaned back and took a sip, smiling up at the bigger
Unicorn. "So whats your story? You certainly are an interesting looking fella." To this
the stud shook his head, "I could say the same thing." He mumbled in reply, eyeing the
glistening mugs as they pass by but not snatching one up for himself. He looked the
Zebracorn up and down, his thickly muscled arms folding across that broad chest.
"Been some while since I saw a 'corn last...a live one, anyway."
“Well, we are a rare species...Zebracorns especially...As for my story...Mother
came into season on the savannah and father, being the lusty stallion that he was, took
full advantage...Heh." Hooves explained, leaning against the other Unicorn’s side and
taking a sip as he looked up at the bigger stud. "The joke’s on him though, because
all he ever sired was stallion-lovers like me..."
"Mm.." The large equine rumbled, allowing the smaller, leaner Zebracorn to rest
against his broad body. He was surprisingly warm, his fur slightly coarse to the touch.
"My mother was a Zebracorn, too...and raped." He replied, a smirk creeping over his
lips as he rested his head back against the top of the bench. "My father's now a
gelding, hiding in a hole somewhere...Ashamed to be around real males..." His lustrous
eyes rolled to observe the Zebracorn carefully as his nostrils flared, breathing in the
other stud's scent "...Like us."
"A female Zebracorn...Raped, huh...?" Hooves mumbled as he took another long
sip from the mug he was nursing, pausing to enjoy the feeling of that big hot body
against his own. "Well, I knew there are a few out there...Although I never concerned
myself with meeting them..." Hooves snorted laying his head on that bigger stud’s
shoulder, even as his long black organ began to erect. "But he was gelded, huh? Well I
guess he got his comeuppance, heh. Not able to regenerate like a true unicorn, huh...?"
"Mmmn...Yeah...He was hit with some pretty powerful magic.." The stallion
replied leisurely, purposefully omitting the simple fact his father was something else
entirely. "Couple seconds sooner, an' I wouldn't have been born.." The hybrid glanced
down at the swelling maleness gently pulsating in-time to Hooves' heartbeat between
those sleek, powerful thighs, a grin spreading over his soft equine lips. "Mmn...Looks
like you've got bigger concerns, though..." A hand drifted down to trace a keratinized,
crimson fingertip along the top of that floppy ebony rod, "...Haku, by the way..."
"Ammmmmm Haku...." Hooves moaned softly as that single finger tip toyed
with his pulsing stud stick, making it stiffen even more as Hooves lay there smiling.
"Gelding magic...Huh, snipped him off just after he spurted? Unlucky for him, heh.
Lucky for me, though, ‘cuz now I'm sitting beside the big, sexy fruits of that orgasm."
"Heh, that's right..." The bigger stud gave a deep chuckle, slowly rising to stand.
If he seemed large before, he was absolutely massive once those long, thick legs were
added to his height. He had to have been nine feet tall, the thick single braids of his
long ebony hair and tail somehow adding an undertone of civilized savagery to his
immense presence. "Come." He grunted, extending a massive, powerful hand down to
the sleek, sexy zebracorn.
"Ohoooo don't mind if I do." Hooves snickered, setting his mug aside and
taking the big studs hand. Instantly lifted to his hooves by the larger stud, he couldn’t
help but watch that big, sexy rump softly sway as Haku lead him through the crowded
tavern. Drawing lustful looks and naughty guffaws from the Centaur stallions, the big
Unicorns trotted into the private room in the back of the Tavern where wayward males
often spent the night often in the company of other males. Haku ignored the Centaurs,
even as they began to take playful swats at Hooves’ thick organ as it bounced and
flopped past.
The scent of male on male rutting were powerful in the air of the back room. Its
furnishings were simple and sparse, though in its center stood a massive bed. It was
an enormous, circular thing, clearly built for use by much larger creatures, but it would
certainly serve the task. Pillows lay recklessly scattered across its cheap sheets, and
with a grunt the massive stud swung Hooves by the hand out onto the bedspread.
"Wwweeeheheee!" Hooves squealed excitedly as he was catapulted onto the center of
that huge bed, where he bounced up and down for a moment. "How you want to do
this?" The massive stud asks clumsily, tugging off his shawl with a strength that
seemed to come as easily as breathing, exposing his big, broad chest and powerful
shoulders. The Zebracorn reclined onto a pile of pillows, watching the bigger stallion
slowly undress in front of him, that long black stud stick bouncing and drooling wildly.
"Oh I'm easy, sweety...I'll do it anyway you like...Just so long as I get that huge rut stick
inside of me at least once." The sleek, sexy, striped stud giggled, spreading out and
looking coyly up at the bigger stallion.
"Oh, you will..." rumbled the other stallion, removing his sash and throwing it at
the prone Zebracorn's head in one swift, fluidic motion. The weight of the bed
drastically shifted, lower legs pinning down the Hooves’ shoulders as knees straddled
his long, powerful neck. By the time the smaller stud had managed to force the
garment off of his his head, he found himself staring up his larger partner. The sash
had hidden much, most noticeably the massive seed-makers which now rested
tantalizingly heavy upon his chest. They each had to be the size of seedless
watermelons, rivaled only by the bulging sheath above them, bloated with the promise
of an enormous length of equine meat within. "But I bet..." The enormous horse
chuckled darkly as he reached back behind himself to stroke that floppy, drooling fuck
stick with a luxuriously smooth, soft grip, "You'll change your mind pretty quickly..."
“Ummmmmm gods..." Hooves moaned as he stared at those huge orbs that
draped down over his chest. The larger equine shifted his weight slowly, pressing his
tremendous seed-makers right up to that velvety black muzzle. "Well maybe while
you’re putting it in...But once its inside me...I'm all yours." The sexy little Zebracorn
promised as he craned that long equine neck and buried his muzzle between those
big, sweaty male plums, licking and kissing them like they were the lips of and old
lover. "Ahmm...I'll hold you to that..." Haku nickered in reply as those fat, musky orbs
were lavished with attention. Hooves’ long, black stud stick bounced and thickened
within his luxuriously smooth, soft-yet-tightly gripping fist. That huge hand seemed to
cover a third of his throbbing, dripping length, making Hooves whinny as his breaths
became loud and rasping. His grip tightened firmly around that hard, pulsating shaft,
stroking it more violently with every passing moment.
As the Zebracorn’s proud maleness continued to sputter and ooze copious
amounts of pre, the larger stud began to time the pumps of that throbbing maleness
with the rhythmic swaying of the zebracorn's own hefty pair of male jewels so that they
were soon jostling and bouncing against his fist with every downwards stroke.
Breathing deep and letting out a slow, restrained grunt, the stallion’s sheath swelled
and bulged lewdly before giving away to an enormous, mostly flaccid length. The thick,
sensitive mottled flesh snaked down along the Zebracorn's powerful neck, only to spill
onto the bed beside him.
"Ummmmmmm..." Hooves moaned in even higher sexual delight as his fat orbs
swing down and then bounced back up just in time to smack against the huge fist
pumping up and down his length. Oddly, this rough treatment of the Zebracorns colt
makers only made him more lustful, that hot mouth going wild on those musky male
organs. "You like that, stud?" The large stallion rumbled overhead, clearly noticing the
increased fervor at which the submissive stallion beneath him was worshipping his
enormous male eggs. The large, strong hand gripping his cock picked up tempo,
audibly smacking into the Zebracorn's bulging pouch with every downwards stroke,
sending those huge colt makers flopping down against the bed before they surge back
up in time for the next abusive blow. "Weeehe Weeehehehe..." Hooves squealed
through his long slotted nostrils as those big potent seed sacks were even more
brutally beaten, this only making the Zebracorn more and more excited. "Gods yes..."
That testicle-muffled voice admitted even as the sleek pretty little slut's cock throbbed
harder and faster.
After a few moments Hooves’ head turned slightly so that he could lick along
that mighty cock as it rested longer and bigger than he would have ever believed in its
flaccid state. This ****** Haku to dip his head with a grunt, suppressing a moan as
that skilled tongue lavished his massive, limp organ. Of course, it didn’t stay limp for
long, that tremendous cock surging in size, bloating obscenely under the attention. Its
owner reached down with a grunt, hefting the floppy, sagging arousal to rest its
bloated underbelly upon the Zebracorn's lips, giving the sexy, sleek myth a firsthand
view as that tremendous cock engorges and swells to obscene proportions.
Hooves’ big, three-fingered hands slid sensually up and down the massive
thighs pinning him down, loving the rough feel of the bigger male’s fur. The larger
equine smirks gloatingly, his breaths leaving in heavy, smoke-filled pants. The stud's
hips buck and gyrate faintly, grinding the swollen urethral bulge of his immense cock
against the Zebracorn's muzzle, rubbing that thick, powerful scent into his fur. As
Haku's massive masculinity becomes his whole world, that enormous stud stick so hot
and musky, it almost makes Hooves cum just having it draped over his nose and
mouth. It had to have been at least as thick as a thigh, and its swollen medial ring was
nowhere in sight...At least, it wasn't until the stud began to ease his way down Hooves'
body, dragging that tremendous endowment down over the zebracorn. Hooves’ slick,
hot tongue explored all along that huge, musky cock, licking and lapping fawningly
even as that huge cock is pulled away from him.
A solid five feet of swollen, throbbing horse cock lay pulsating against the
striped beauty's body by the time he was straddling Hooves' legs, pre splattering in
obscene quantities onto the sub's hair. “Wha...wait, come back...” The lusty Zebracorn
moaned sluttily, lapping up that pre-cum as it drooled all over his neck and chest. "Oh,
it's not going anywhere, Hooves..." The hybrid stallion rumbled in reply, knowing the
Zebracorn's name without needing to be told. Thrusting his hips forward, he smeared
that flared, blunt glans against the Zebracorn's muzzle. Another gush of pre slops
against the zebracorn's features even as the smaller equine's own oozing, jutting fuckstick
dribbles its arousal onto pillar of pulsating flesh pressed alongside it. The pretty
Zebracorn licked and lapped at that massive cock head as it was tauntingly rubbed
over his pretty black and white striped muzzle, the watery equine pre-cum making the
already lusty Hooves even more excited.
Slowly Haku dips back, hooves the size of dinnerplates thumping down upon
the floor as the massive stallion heaves his cock up off of the stud with one large hand.
"Well I got a few ideas of were it can go..." The Zebracorn moaned needily as he lay
back, staring up at that awe inspiring marvel of malehood as it towered over him.
"Whatcha thinking big boy..." "Heh..." The stallion grinned wickedly, those vicious red
eyes obscured by the fingers of smoke which rose from his slotted nostrils and supple,
wide lips. "I'm thinking...I wanna get you down to the ring." He replied, his hand sliding
down over that fleshy cannon to grip just behind his median ring. Lifting the enormous
organ, which sagged slightly under its own immense weight, he smacked the flat,
broad glans of his proud arousal against the Zebracorn's plump sack, using his own
enormous endowment as a blunt club with which to beat and abuse those big,
vulnerable stud nuggets. After the third strike he gave his cock a few long, firm
strokes, grinning in satisfaction as the tremendous, meaty length lost that weighty
droop. "OOOOOOOO...HEHEHE!" Hooves moaned and giggled at once as Haku used
his mighty rut stick like a mace to bludgeon the pretty Zebracorn's pony makers
playfully, making those sexy striped equine legs bounce up and wide out to either side,
his dangling junk becoming even easier targets. "Hoooo yeah, ring me baby..."
Hooves squealed as the bigger stallion announced his intentions while putting on an
impressive display with that massive organ.
"Oh I'll ring you..and then some.." The stallion snorted in reply, smirking as he
took in the sight of Hooves' lewd position. Giving his tremendous cock a few more firm
pumps before leaning forward, he kept one hand gripping the base of his own
endowment to guide it between the sleek slutty Zebracorn's legs. With a grin and a
purposeful miss, he bucked his hips forward and mashds that big, blunt, oozing cock
head straight into Hooves' pendulous orbs, compressing those fat colt makers and
******* them to the sides of that bulging, straining pouch. "...Oops..."
"OOOOOOFFF!" Hooves moaned in delightful agony as that hard cock head
smashed into his soft jewel sack, sending those hefty plums squirming out to either
side to escape. "Hooooo damn, you naughty boy...Gonna turn me into a gelding before
yer done." Hooves moaned in pleasure and pain as that massive cock head pounded
between those twin globes.
'That's the plan...' The larger equine thought, but did not say. “"Looks like you'd
like that, with the way your little cock's spitting pre..." He rumbled, offering a playful
but cruel smile as he dipped his hips away, this time ******* the flared end of that
enormous cock against Hooves' soft, tight entrance. That velvet tail hole felt fiery hot
against that big, blunt equine cock head, even as watery pre-cum gushed against it.
The sexy Zebracorn opened and closed that hole playfully just to impress the larger
stud. The sensation was not lost on the hybrid; he could feel that soft, tight hole
squeeze open and shut against his flaring arousal much more than he could see it, and
this only further drove him to force his hips forward, trying to ram that girth, which
was easily wider than what most furs had long, into that tight, hot entrance. With a
nicker of frustration the big stallion stamped a powerful hoof down on the floor,
causing the bed to shudder from the sheer force of the impact.
Hooves licked his thick black lips senusally as he looked up at the hard,
frustrated stallion, using the strong muscles of that hot tail hole to tease the younger
stud. Letting that big blunt head sink in a bit before ******* it back out playfully, he
leered up at Haku. "Awww whats the matter stuUUUARGH!" The Zebracorn's squealed,
half sitting upright as the big stud suddenly grabbed his ankles, the powerful muscles
in his arms visibly bulging as he yanked those long legs towards him, dragging the
equine down onto his mighty endowment. Hooves’ bright blue eyes flew wide open,
almost as wide as his mouth, but neither nearly as wide as his hot tailhole as Haku
****** the first third of his cock into it with with nothing but brute strength and
determination. "WWWEEEHEHEHEEE!" The pretty Zebracorn screamed and bucked as
that sleek flesh was stretched to its limits, and then even further, that velvet ring
beginning to softly rip.
"RRRRRAAAHAAHAAAHHH!" The equine snarled something between a cry of
triumph and a loud moan as he wrenched that tailhole wide, sinking inch after gutwrenching
inch of his tremendous organ into that hot, writhing passage. He smirked
with a shudder of bliss as he felt those wet, warm innards worn tight around his proud
endowment, stretched far beyond anything intended by that obscene length of
intruding, unyielding flesh. "Heh...Ehehe..What's the matter, slut?" The hybrid leered,
quickly releasing his ankles to seize the Zebracorn’s twitching, shuddering thighs, "Too
much for ya?"
"GODS!" Hooves breathed, gulping for air as he concentrated with all his might
on opening himself up, hardly hearing the bigger stallions teasing words. "Ummm
No...No..." The pretty Zebracorn moaned, but whether in denial or simply trying to get
Haku to stop its was impossible to tell. At this, Haku then began to pull, a wet gurgle
from Hooves' traumatized depths filling the air as he embedded more of his prodigious
erection into that spasming hole, that soft, fleshy donut ****** wider with every
moment. "C'mon Hooves.." He practically purred the Zebracorn's name, his tone
somewhere between contempt and lust, "Use that magic...or you'll never get there..."
"Ummm Ummmmmm..." Hooves moaned, knowing the big stud was right. He
released his magic to try and allow his insides to form a trans-dimensional space.
"Ahmmm..Ehehe..." The huge equine grinned gloatingly as he felt that magic surge
through the smaller stud's body, struggling to accommodate his enormous endowment
as he ****** more of himself inside those quivering, convulsing depths with every
passing moment. His own horn began to glow a ferocious red, as did his crimson
keratin...and with it came an intense heat. The thick, blunt keratinized nails capping
his fingers dug into the zebracorn's thighs, causing his fur to smolder and his flesh to
sizzle. Those soft equine lips pull back in a ferocious grin. “You’re mine.”
Hooves realized the trap for what it was far too late. With that massive cock
filling his body, there was no way to transport away. Nor could he simply melt into the
mist, that would only take Haku with him. Using the only option he had left, the sleek
striped stud swung his fists wildly, only to have his small, stone-hard fists bounce
harmlessly off that bigger body. Lifting a hand, Haku answered those blows by lashing
out at the Zebracorn’s mighty horn. "Too late, stud." He rumbled with a vicious grin as
his grip wrapped tight around the source of the striped equine's magic, that powerful
hand suddenly igniting with magical flames.
"IIEIEIEEEE!" The Zebracorn screamed as Haku's flaming fist jerked and yanked
that long spiraling horn. Magic flared as the two of them contested, and while Hooves’
magic was more powerful, that big cock inside of him was making all the difference.
making him feel more and more submissive as it pounded deeper within him. The
smaller equine’s horn glowed white-hot with heat by the time Haku’s will finally
overpowered him. With a sharp ‘CRACK’ that sleek horn snapped, leaving only a couple
of inches of broken keratin jutting from the Zebracorn’s broad forehead.
"Ahhmmmmm..." The hybrid chuckled darkly, holding up the zebracorn's horn
as its magic faded in the enormous palm of his hand. Reveling in his triumph for only a
moment, he quickly returned his focus to the writhing, squealing stud impaled on his
malehood. Seizing the zebracorn by the waist, the massive stallion suddenly heaved
the now powerless Zebracorn up, standing tall and ******* the poor stallion to let
gravity plunge that tremendous fuck pole further into his trembling, traumatized hole.
"AHAHAHAAA!" Hooves screamed as his body was lifted up into the air, his own body
weight ******* him to slide farther down. His insides twisting in agony as that massive
cock empaled him farther still.
“Did you know Zofty had a son?" The stallion asked gloatingly on the trailing end
of a moan, that huge cock throbbing within the striped beauty and coating his inner
walls with slimy, thick pre. "Ohooo Gods...Wha?" The helpless, broken Zebracorn
moaned weakly as his tiny fists beat more and more impotently against Haku's hefty
muscles... "Wha...Wha...Zofty?" Embarrassingly Hooves had lost track of his son,
although he vaguely remembered hearing rumors about Zofty going mare.
"Errr...You...You’re my...My..." The stunned Zebracorn stammered weakly as the tip of
his broken horn began to droop and drip in Haku’s still-blazing hand, slowly melting
before the Zebracorn’s eyes.
“That’s right...” The large stallion rumbled and grinned, lifting the melting horn
high and tilting his head back, pouring the Zebracorn's glowing-hot symbol of his
magic down his throat. With a leisurely roll of his hips, the hybrid grinned sadistically
to the sound of Hooves' innards gurgling and groaning in protest around his hard,
mighty arousal. "And you're..." He murmured, pausing to lick at the remnants of the
molten horn dripping down his thick, powerful fingers. "Almost at my ring..." A hand
reached out, gripping the Zebracorn's shoulder and pressing him down further still.
“"WWWEEEHEHEEE!" Hooves screamed again as his anal ring pressed hard
against his grandson's median ring. Those soft lips quivering, the Zebracorn just hung
there limply. Staring up at Haku in complete shock, the bigger, younger stud grinned
right back down at his helpless progenitor. The immense hybrid didn’t even break
contact as gasps and groans rolled over those soft lips, a shudder of delight running
through his formidable figure as he felt that tight velvety flesh further split around that
thick ring. "What's the matter?" He nickerd and bucked his hips sharply, causing the
Zebracorn's abused hole to jostle violently against the unyielding midsection of his
enormous malehood. "Don't recognize your own work?" He released Hooves' shoulder,
but gripped him again by the waist, this time lifting the stud off of his tremendous
meat with a long, wet slurping noise and tossing him back onto the bed.
The soft sexy Zebracorn bounced across the bed and was left hanging halfway
off the edge on the other side. Those long, shapely leg's twitching and jerking as if he
were trying to run or kick, but clearly his body wasn't under his control. "Wha...What
do you mean?" Hooves moaned weakly as he fought to roll over onto all fours and
crawl away, even as the huge half-breed stalked around towards him.
"I mean exactly what you think, old mare..." The hybrid rumbled darkly, his
superheated hooves causing the floor beneath his every step to crackle and hiss,
leaving blackened hoof prints in his wake as he encircles the bed. That huge erection
throbbed and jerked, jutting proudly before him and splattering pre in obscene
quantities in his path. "Birthing so many colts, and just leaving them..." He practically
spat the words as he leaned forward, grabbing one of Hooves' legs as the Zebracorn
tried to flee towards the middle of the bed. He leaned forward, and for a moment the
Zebracorn would swear he was lining up for another thrust, but instead that pillar of
masculinity slapped down hard and hot against the myth's back, sputtering pre in thick
gushes against the back of his head and down his mane. His other huge, strong hand
gripped those fat seed-makers dangling so invitingly between the stud's spasming
thighs, engulfing the proud male plums and tugging them harshly to the bottom of
their large velvet-furred sack.
"Uhuhuu!" Hooves grunted in pain as his fat male orbs as savagely gripped and
jerked down into the limit of their velvety jewel sack. "I...I didn't...Don't leave my colts
to fend for themselves..." Hooves denied firmly as that thick stick pre-seed mats his
sleek coat and stiff, bristly mane, continuing to speak even as his body is half lifted off
the bed from the force of those low dangling nuts being jerked upwards.
"ZOFTY...Went off on his own well after he was able to look out for him self..." The
Zebracorn protested as that sexy body slammed roughly back down onto the mattress.
"Like hell." The stallion's lip curled in disgust, jerking that sack up between
those plump rump cheeks a second time, straining the delicate chords which fueled
that long, jerking stud stick with its precious virility. Watching as the Zebracorn
flopped down with the release of those swollen colt-makers, he gave the smaller stud
only a few precious seconds to recover. Once again the Zebracorn scrambled to crawl
away, only to be drawn up short as that huge, powerful hand grasped his sack neck
again and yanked back hard. That vulnerable pouch was gripped with the entirety of
his hand, ******* those hefty plums to bulge lewdly out of the bottom of his grasp.
"You can't even keep track o' which ones are spitting out colts..."
"Owwww fuck...Spitting out colts...He’s a stallion! He's supposed to be siring
them!" Haku only smirked as he heard Hooves’ words. Lifting a finger, the thick,
crimson keratin fingertip glowed a fiery orange-red as he brought it down on one
plump testicle. Fur crackled and flesh sizzled while he twisted his finger side to side,
as if he were putting out a cigar. Hooves squealed as the heat of that finger made the
short velvet fur of his pouch smolder, filling the air with the rank smell of burning fur.
"IEIEIEIEIEEE!" The zebracorn screamed as that delicate male flesh began to sear
and sizzle, the heat spreading over that tender male flesh. “Sire, maybe!" The stallion
yelled over the din of Hooves' shriek. Out in the bar, the centaurs smirked and
exchanged knowing glances at one another, assuming one of the two must be having
the ride of their life. "Fuck and let them run wild?" He drew that sizzling finger away
and grinned, staring at the hole he burnt into the side of that vulnerable sack, "Not so
much..."
"Tha.... that is the nature of the herd..." Hooves protests weakly his head and
shoulders collapsing on to the mattress as he hind quarters is held up easily by the
bigger stallion. “Not anymore, it isn’t.” The hybrid rumbled in reply, one hand gripping
the base of the Zebracorn’s thigh to support his weight as the other wrapped around
that bulging, seed-bloated sack. Squeezing tightly, he began to force one of those
plump orbs through that hole, the glistening, grey colt-maker bulging lewdly against
the opening as it proved to be slightly too small. "Owww owwww wha...What are you
doing?" Hooves moaned as he feels his soft sack begin squeezed and manipulated.
With a grunt Haku clenched tighter, a sudden coldness filling the pit of the Zebracorn’s
stomach as the flesh gave way and that fat, potent nugget swung free in the cool air,
dangling obscenely by its thick chords. Mustering enough strength to lift his chest
from the bed, the striped stallion glanced down his figure and whinnied in horror as he
saw one of his colt-makers swinging naked between his thighs. “Mwehe, look at
that...” The big stud gave the helpless egg a cruel swat, causing it to swing on the end
of its chords and slap wetly against one of the Zebracorn’s powerful thighs. “Half your
sirings, right there...”
“Uhuhuuuu...” Hooves grunted as that naked jewel is swatted and battered,
causing Haku’s grin to broaden. “Oh, you love it...” He rumbled darkly, and suddenly
used his grip on that thick, meaty thigh to flip the Zebracorn onto his belly with such
force that his naked orb flopped over the striped stallion’s thigh. “Your cock doesn’t
lie...” Haku grinned, giving that long, floppy fucker several harsh pumps. He snickered
as he slapped the Zebracorn’s muzzle with his own thick, ebony cock, his other hand
reaching down to manipulate and massage his vulnerable orb possessively. “C’mon,
open up...And maybe you’ll walk out of here half the male you were...”
“What...No...I...” Hooves sputtered in denial, only to have his own long black
stud stick spit hot, gooey pre-cum over his own muzzle. “Owww!” He suddenly cried
out as one particularly hard spurt of pre-seed splatters him in the eyes, squealing and
squirming as the hot pre burned against his shut eyelids. “Fuck Fuck Fucki-mfff!” His
screams were abruptly muffled as that big, blunt cock head was finally shoved roughly
into his own mouth, his big, flat teeth roughly scraping against the corona.
“Oh, poor baby...” The larger stud snickered, drawing a huge fist back. “Let’s
make sure that never happens again...” With a loud, wet squelch, that fist came down
hard on the top of that bloated, helpless orb, driving down against the overfilled ducts
perched atop the fat testicle. Those straining chords were further damaged as that
heavy male plum was crushed between his fist and the Zebracorn’s firm, muscular
thigh.
“MMMAOAGHHH!” Hooves choked around the big, flat cock head jammed in his
mouth as his cock tensed sharply under the blow, a blast of hot pre splattering against
the back of his throat. That sleek, striped body bucked and arched in agony as his
naked testicle was brutally beaten, the sharp motion causing his cock to pop free from
his maw. “AHRAGH GODS! W-WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?!” Hooves screamed even as
his hips buck and gyrate on their own accord, his proud cock hovering over his chest
like a huge, black serpent getting ready to strike.
“Because,” Haku wound up and struck his fist down on that overripe orb again,
this time colliding squarely with the bruised and battered colt-maker. The sheer
immensity of his unyielding fist gave that compressed nut meat nowhere to escape
from the force of the powerful impact. “You’re getting off to it,” He sneered, “I don’t
want any more of my kind, and you don’t want to keep these fat,” He slammed his fist
down again. “Overactive,” -Splut.- The strong outer membrane of that swollen seedmaker
began to give way. The helpless Zebracorn jerked sharply, half-sitting up as the
first strike connects. “Overused,” -Splut.- The smaller stud’s hips thrust up to meet the
second strike, betraying his enjoyment of the brutal treatment. His seed-soaked
tissues began to engorge with trauma, the swelling nut unable to fit back in its fleshy
bag even if Hooves were to try. “Overripe,” -Splut.- The bloated sperm ducts ruptured
under the blow, the very essence of the Zebracorn’s prized virility squirting out against
Haku’s fist and dribbling down the bloated stud nugget. "Colt-makers." Both hands
reach out, one closing over the doomed testicle and squeezing forcefully, pulling it to
the end of its delicate chords. The other grips that tumescent fuck stick, and continues
to stroke it, even as that wicked horn glows again and his enormous hands begin to
heat up.
"WWWEEEHEHE! I...I can't help myself..." Hooves confesses as that long black
stud stick bounced and quivered in that huge fist, hard as iron and spurting pre like a
fountain. By the time that big hand cups his nearly ruptured orb, Hooves had sat up
again and watched in horrified fascination as that vice-like grip turned that huge,
potent male orb into mush. The bigger equine grinned cruelly up at the Zebracorn as
his greyish testicular mush and all that wasted seed bubbled and seethed from
between the scorching fingers of his clenched fist. “Mwehe...” He gave a sharp yank,
tearing those now-useless chords out by the root. The flesh of Hooves’ cock began to
smolder faintly as his other hand continued to heat up, stroking mercilessly up and
down every inch of that sputtering, trembling fuck rod. Finally, seconds before the
stud’s cockflesh would have started to sizzle and blister, the hybrid shoved Hooves’
throbbing meat back into his own muzzle and released the thick girth.
“If you want to cum...” Haku rumbled, taking a moment to slide his own massive
endowment beneath the bed as he slipped lower and splayed the Zebracorn’s
trembling thighs wide. That long muzzle slid between his legs to lap at that bleeding
sac, “Stroke.” His broad, moist tongue extends to cup and cradle that remaining orb
before curling it into his broad maw, where those powerful, blunt teeth ground down
against his fragile flesh, crushing and tenderizing his precious chords and tubes.
Hooves jaws remained ****** apart by his own big, thick length, his soft lips
suckling needily just behind the flare of his corona. Those big, three-fingered hands
were free to stroke along his mighty shaft, the Zebracorn whinnying in a mixture of
pleasure and pain through his long, slotted nostrils as he felt the other equine’s big,
blunt teeth to their damage. “Ahmmmm...” the hybrid groaned around that remaining
colt-maker, the pleasant vibrations of his voice rippling through the equine’s sex as
those flat, wide teeth ground and pulverized the thick, delicate chords and tubes
anchoring that plump gonad to its master. A dull ache would fill the Zebracorn’s
abdomen as that swollen, virile orb is deprived of nourishment, the obscenely swollen
plum slowly dying on the vine. Knowing the damage he had done, Haku slowly pulled
his head back, those soft, plump equine lips kneading and pulling at his sensitive
sackflesh to keep the heavy seed-maker in his maw.
Hooves’ hips bucked and shuddered, the Zebracorn lost in the scent and taste
of his own mighty cock filling his mouth. The taste of his copiously dribbling and
spurting pre-seed only made the stud feel more dirty and lustful, his big, threefingered
hands working like mad on that huge shaft, teasing and stroking himself even
as Haku worked to finish off his malehood. The corners of the larger stallion’s mouth
curled faintly into a grin as he heard the Zebracorn groan around his big, blunt cock
head in absolute bliss, accompanied by the frantic sound of Hooves’ hands sliding
against his pre-slicked flesh. Pre oozed out in a huge puddle from beneath the bed as
his own cock gave a sympathetic jerk of need, but besides the occasional buck and
rock of his hips the big equine kept control over his lust. One hand slowly eased off
the Zebracorn’s thigh, drawing back from the bucking, whinnying stud. As Hooves’
sexy, tensing rump flopped back down onto the bed he thrust that arm forward,
plunging his fist into the striped half-stud’s loose, sloppy tailhole. That wrecked,
fleshy pleasure ring quivered and clenched wildly around his thick forearm, those
thick, blunt fingers jamming up against his inner walls until he was literally able to grip
and squeeze that bloated, distended prostate.
Hooves’ powerful body struggled and writhed as his tailhole was cruelly
violated, bucking and whinnying in ecstatic pleasure. Haku felt that lone orb draw up
against his smooth lips and the big, powerful equine answered Hooves’ imminent
climax by biting down, causing that fat stud nugget to rupture as his teeth slowly sank
into his bulging, bloated jewel. With a sharp gasp and a whinny, the Zebracorn
viciously bucked his hips and erupting straight into his own mouth, unwittingly
yanking his doomed orb from its already crippled tubes, contributing to his own
gelding throes of his orgasm. The Zebracorn squirmed and trembled all the same,
struggling to swallow down his own tremendous load.
Haku rumbled in delight as he felt that male plum collapse, that plump, juicy
nut meat crunching beneath his teeth as he cleaved Hooves’ remaining testicle in half.
The gelding gave a muffled whinny as he felt this as well, his cock lurching and
spewing a mighty gush of cream against the back of his throat. Cum oozed from the
Zebracorn’s soft ebony lips as Haku continued to squeeze and grope that spasming
prostate, milking out every last ounce of potency the former stud had stored within
himself. He shifted what was left of that male plum between his molars and bit down,
gnashing and chewing the last vestige of the Zebracorn’s virility into mush. Giving a
few more chews and probing that ruined pouch with his tongue to make sure nothing
was left, he let that empty, saliva-coated sack unceremoniously drop from his lips.
Slowly pulling his forearm out of Hooves’ begging, convulsing hole with a lewd,
wet -sssssslluuuuurp-, the stallion sank back to ease his tremendous, mottled erection
out from beneath the bed. Standing tall over the Zebracorn as the gelding’s orgasm
subsided, he waited for the Zebracorn to gaze upon his massive arousal in all of its
throbbing, oozing glory. A gloating grin spread across his lips as he watches the
gelding’s eyes drift down to his tremendous sack, those immense, potent orbs
mocking the loss of Hooves’ precious plums with their very existence. “Mmm...That’s a
good little mare...” He chuckled as the Zebracorn continued to suck on his own cock
like a foal on a teat. Grabbing the striped gelding’s mane he yanked the Zebracorn’s a
few extra inches down his length, eliciting a faint gurgle from the Zebracorn as that
big, blunt cock head slams into the back of his throat. Hooves simply stared up with
big, pleasure-glazed eyes as Haku began to inscribe markings around the shattered
stub which was once his horn with a glowing, keratinized fingertip, watching what he
did in knowing horror, feeling far too weak and submissive to even begin to protest as
those runes were seared into his flesh.
“There we are...” The mighty stallion rumbled proudly, completing the sigil
which prevented the Zebracorn from ever regenerating, from ever becoming a real,
potent stallion again. “Three down...” He grinned, trailing a finger down the bulging
underside of the gelding’s spent arousal. “...Just how many children do you have, filly?”
He punctuated the end of his question by wrapping a powerful hand around the base
of Hooves’ last vestige as a male, popping it free from his lips and giving a firm,
threatening squeeze. Hooves could only gasp and emit a submissive whimper as blood
was ****** into his exhausted cock by that tight grip, the Zebracorn knowing fully well
that the bigger male had all the strength needed to rip that huge, floppy fuck stick
from his sheath. “...S-seven colts and...And a dozen fillies...” He finally confessed in a
murmur, averting his gaze submissively.
“Mmn...You’ve been busier than I thought...” Haku rumbled with a grin, climbing
onto the bed and laying beside the gelded Zebracorn. He slowly slid a finger down the
lower half of his huge, throbbing endowment. “Stroke it...” He ordered bluntly, “And
maybe I’ll make you a male again, once I’m done with your colts...”
“Done with my colts?” Hooves asked, looking up at the big stallion with a
startled gaze. Still, he felt far too subservient to deny Haku what he ordered, his big,
soft three-fingered hands stroking over that warm, pulsating flesh. “Of course...” The
hybrid chuckled deeply in reply before giving a groan of approval, his hips bucking and
gyrating to the occasion. “I don’t need any more competition...Do I?”
“Wha...You can’t possibly mean...You’re not going to geld my...” The sleek
Zebracorn moaned, his deflating cock twitching at the thought as he worked more
fawningly over that huge equine salami. “Oh I do...And I will...” Haku grinned on the
end of a whicker, panting with pleasure. He opened his mouth to speak, but stopped
as he emitted a long, low groan, that enormous shaft spurting thick, sticky pre all over
the sheets.
“If they’re anything like you...” He chuckled knowingly as he watched the
Zebracorn dip his head to tongue at the distended underside of his mighty organ,
“Then they don’t deserve to sire...”
~End~

[Mythical Pain]

Lurking.

Hehe you should post more often! I've posted like, 5 stories, Poiu's put some up, some others have as well...thought you musta wandered off or something. ::Grins::

In other news, I'm gonna go ahead and post one of my submissions here in plaintext. This is a RP-turned-story between a friend of mine and myself. Enjoy!



Disclaimer: This story contains (among other things) violence, pseudo-****, **********
and ******. Read at your own risk!

The Seed Is Strong


~End~

Thanks much for posting! Great to see others sharing their work here. Previously mentioned formatting issues aside, good read! ( I hate how this forum and other story sites really mess with formatting. )

Pretty fun and hot story! Though, a bit more permanent then I usually enjoy, hehehe. I'm pretty familiar with Hooves, too, read his stuff over on SF and FA, where I post my furry ballbusting stories as well hehe.

Thanks for sharing, look forward to more!

[doople44]

No idea whether this is a re-post, but I'm not even interested in this kind of picture anyway, so just be grateful:

http://randomencounters.files.wordpr...08/08/nuts.png

[Mythical Pain]

No idea whether this is a re-post, but I'm not even interested in this kind of picture anyway, so just be grateful:

http://randomencounters.files.wordpr...08/08/nuts.png

HAH! That's great! If it's a repost, I haven't seen it. Pretty good though, thanks for posting! I love the look on it's face, looks like..."Oh God! My one weak spot!"

[humanbean]

No idea whether this is a re-post, but I'm not even interested in this kind of picture anyway, so just be grateful:

http://randomencounters.files.wordpr...08/08/nuts.png

that's Anita Blake, vampire hunter. the unlucky fellow is a were-rat. 1st time i've seen a ball-bust in the graphic novels. ball-busts are rare(if present at all) in the books too. Anita's got a stubborn independent streak, but i don't think you'd call her a femdom heroine.

[Mythical Pain]

that's Anita Blake, vampire hunter. the unlucky fellow is a were-rat. 1st time i've seen a ball-bust in the graphic novels. ball-busts are rare(if present at all) in the books too. Anita's got a stubborn independent streak, but i don't think you'd call her a femdom heroine.

That's a shame. She should bust balls more often! Especially wicked, evil, non-human creature balls hehe.

[Mythical Pain]

This thread is in need of more written content...luckily, I have some!

This is actually just one part of a story I'm working on now. I intended it to be fairly short like my two previous Melissa-related stories, but this one's gone long on me. I'm actually rather torn on how to post it as by the time I'm done it'll be the longest one I've tried to post, longer then Chapter 3 of Princess and Pet. Much like that story I may have to divide it into chapters that simply flow into one another.

This story is also a bit experimental in nature in the way it's told. I had the idea of a young husky getting trapped in a sleeping bag by a bunch of girls who would bust his balls, and play sexually with him without letting him out of the bag. It's actually ended up with a bit less ball busting and more sexual play, but the husky still ends up spending most of the story in the sleeping bag.

As a result, it's told about 95% from his perspective. It's still third person, but much of the description is relegated entirely to what he can hear, feel, and imagine. Not all of it, but most.

Hopefully it's still a fun read. Here's the first section, which while not 100% ball busting still has a good crunching knee, and a series of steps, hehe. And it's definitely femdom oriented.

The main character is new, but if you've read my previous Melissa/Adam/Jerrod stories on here you'll recognize some of the characters while it also introduces new ones.

Oh, and AA, apparently the quote system auto-italicizes anything that's quoted. Sorry!

"This game is so stupid,” James said with a laugh. The young husky knelt on the beige carpet of the living room floor, trying to unjam the zipper on his old red sleeping bag. As he tugged at the stubborn metal tab, a dopey grin spread over his tapered white muzzle. “I can’t believe we’re playing it again.”

“I didn’t hear you saying no when I suggested it,” Adam said, grinning. The scrawny young fox unrolled his own sleeping bag. It was red like James’ was, but brand new. Adam began to unzip it.

“I was in the kitchen when you suggested it,” James replied, still working the zipper. “Besides, I’d have just gotten overruled again.“ The husky scowled, pinning his dark furred ears back. “Just no hitting in the balls this time, ok?”

That brought a knowing laugh from all the young friends gathered. They were all spending the night at their friend Adam’s house, and had the living room to themselves. It was getting to be a weekly affair, their little group had gotten together at least every other weekend lately. Somehow, the last two weeks in a row poor James had gotten hit right in the balls. Actually, there was no “somehow” about it. The young husky knew it was that stupid game they were playing. He wasn’t sure if the others did it on purpose or not, but he did know if they hadn’t been playing that game it wouldn’t have happened.

Granted, anyone playing such a game was pretty much asking for trouble. It had no real point, no way to win. It just consisted of the group of friends sliding head first into their sleeping bags, then standing up. Once on their feet, the only goal was to stumble around the living room, and try to knock each other down. And with four or five boisterous youths all running around blind, it was only a matter of time till someone got knocked right in their furry nards.

Tonight, their group consisted of four friends. Not their entire group, but close enough. Adam was a slender young red fox who despite being more then a little on the scrawny and somewhat geeky side, was outgoing enough he seemed to make friends fairly easily. At least with those who were as geeky as he was. He was the first friend James made after moving, and so James had spent a lot of time at his place. It didn’t hurt that the young fox had a cute older sister, either. Though James wasn’t sure where she was tonight. The older vixen was probably distracted with her own friends. Just as well. The last time James saw Adam’s sister Melissa, the tall vixen got angry about something and leveled poor Adam with a kick in the nuts. The memory made James cringe and laugh inwardly at the same time.

James himself was a young husky. He was still a little on the slender side himself, though thanks to his fluffy gray, white and black fur, it was nearly impossible to tell. James had a dark hood of black fur across the top of his head, with more black ringing each of his bright blue eyes, and a hint of silvery gray peppering the otherwise white fur of his muzzle. Much of the rest of his body was covered in black fur, all down his back and along his shoulders and butt. His rather poofy tail had just a hint of an upward arch to it. His chest and belly were nearly equal portions snowy white and silvery gray as were his hands and feet. Tonight, the young husky was simply dressed in a baggy blue t-shirt and loose black pajama pants.

The rest of his friends were dressed in similar ways. Earlier that night they’d been swimming at the neighborhood’s pool, which thankfully was well heated and kept clean year round. After they’d gotten back and dried off, everyone simply changed into more comfortable clothes, pajamas or baggy shorts, things like that.

The oldest of the friends by a year was Josh. Josh was a chubby, black furred wolf. He wore glasses, and some oversized gray pajamas with some obscure Japanese text scrawled across his shirt. Like most of them, he was a bit of a dork, but also quite friendly and funny when he opened up. James secretly suspected it was Josh who’d hit him in the balls last time they played this game. He also secretly suspected it hadn’t been an accident. Why, he had half a mind to get James right in the black furred wolf nuts this time. But…he didn’t have any proof.

“Hah! First in! I win!”

The voice came from Tom, a cheetah. From head to tail and beyond, Tom’s body was covered in golden fur that faded to a pale beige along his belly. Black spots speckled him everywhere, and black tear-streaks ran from the inside of his eyes down the inner edge of his short muzzle. Smaller spots ran in nearly even lines along his cheeks. Lean and lithe, Tom’s body was already covered in taut feline muscle. Tom was certainly the most athletically gifted of all of them. Then again, that was like saying a poodle was the strongest dog among a group of Chihuahuas. It was a sliding scale. Plus, Tom was a cheetah, so James was pretty sure it was impossible not for him to be at least moderately athletically gifted.

“You don’t win just by getting into the bag first, Tom,” Josh said with a laugh, perking his big black furred ears as he opened up his own sleeping bag, spreading it on the carpet.

“Says who?” Tom asked. No sooner had Adam suggested they play the stupid game again then Tom was climbing headfirst into his pale blue sleeping bag. He shot to his feet, wobbling around a little. Nothing like a dinner of pizza and mountain dew to send an already excitable cheetah’s energy level exploding through the roof. “Then how do you win?”

“You gotta be the last one standing,” Adam tried to explain, then began to burrow into his own sleeping bag, shifting it left and right. Soon, just his legs, and his bushy red, black tipped tail were sticking out.

“Whatever!” Tom replied, walking around. His sleeping bag came to a sort of rounded point which James imagined was probably to give the owner’s feet a little extra room. “I’ll show you how to win this - WHAA!”

No sooner had Tom gotten into his sleeping bag then he’d tripped over Adam and fallen flat on his face. He yipped as he hit the floor, and Adam gave a loud cough as the cheetah landed atop him. Adam yelled out some kind of perverse insult, but between the cheetah laying across his head and the sleeping bag and carpet his muzzle was pressed into the fox’s words were totally lost.

As Tom struggled back to his feet, he ended up stepping down on Adam’s tail. The fox yelped and twisted away, and Tom burst out laughing. “Sorry dude!”

James and Josh were laughing too. James watched him a moment as the cheetah stumbled around, wobbling, the tip of his sleeping bag bouncing back and forth. James finally got the zipper unstuck, and as he opened up his sleeping bag, he rose to his feet. He hesitated a moment, this was gonna be so stupid.

“Seriously. No one hit me in the balls this time!” That started everyone else laughing again. James gave a huff, pinning his black furred ears back. “I mean it!“

“No promises!” Tom said, voice muffled by all the fabric and stuffing around him.

James glared at the feline in his blue sleeping bag a moment longer. “You look like a giant condom in that thing.”

“Like you know anything about condoms!” Tom snapped back at him. Blindly wandering, Tom was just about to stumble over Josh before the bigger wolf gave him a shove. The cheetah stumbled back and fell onto his butt, yelping as he landed on his own spotted tail. Inside the sleeping bag he had little room to maneuver ad protect himself.

“I know more about them you do,” James said, licking his nose. “Well, here goes!”

Josh was now climbing into his own sleeping bag, an old camouflage one that was looking more then a little thread bare. James might not really have wanted to play this game, but he didn’t want to be left behind, either! So he hoisted up his red sleeping bag, and pulled it up over his head. He wriggled a little, pulling the thing down until he was wrapped in warm darkness. The liner inside was a strange, blue and red plaid color, not that he could tell once he was wrapped up inside the bag. At least no one else could see a thing, either.

With the lights dimmed in the living room it was fairly dark to begin with. Inside his sleeping bag it was damn near inky blindness. He twisted the sleeping bag a little bit, pressing one of his eyes to a seam. He could make out the fuzzy halo of one of lamps in the distance. Just as he started to try and use it to orient himself, someone bumped into him. The husky yelped, stumbled, and tripped, falling right onto his back. At least he didn’t land directly on his tail. He coughed as he hit the ground, and groaned a moment.

“Someone get you in the balls already, James?” Adam asked from somewhere nearby.

“Oh very funny, ass!” Judging the fox’s location by the sound of Adam’s voice, James twisted around on the floor, and stuck a foot out. Something hit it, and he heard Adam give a startled yelp as he tripped and plunged flat into his face. “Hah! Not so funny when you’re the one falling!”

James struggled back to his feet, wobbling a little bit. Damn, it was hard to catch your balance in a sleeping bag. It was starting to get a little hot in there, too. Not too bad yet, thankfully. He heard someone bump into someone else, but couldn’t tell who it was. Either way, James planned to ram into them. So long as he didn’t miss completely and run straight into a wall the way Tom had last time. Sometimes exuberance had it’s price.

James managed only two steps before he felt someone grab his shoulders from behind. Thick as the sleeping bag was, it was impossible to tell who’s hands they were. But someone was definitely cheating. Not wanting to get pushed down, he quickly turned around towards whoever had grabbed him. And no sooner had he turned around then someone kneed the young husky right in the furry canine balls!

“AWWWWW!” James cried out in pain as the mystery knee shot right into his young canine testicles. Whoever it was, they had good aim. Even with the sleeping bag in the way, that mystery knee managed to mash both gray furred nuts against the husky’s pelvis. The sleeping bag absorbed some of the impact but not much. James doubled over in an instant, groaning and trying to grab himself as the hot, and increasingly familiar pain ignited. His white furred feet turned towards each other as his legs came together, and James soon dropped to his knees.

“Awwwwww, my baaaallls!“ James moaned again before flopping the rest of the way onto the floor.

The others were soon laughing at him, with Adam crying out, “Oooh, someone got James in the balls again!”

Josh came to a stop inside his own sleeping bag, covering his own lupine crotch instinctively, his own black furred set aching a little in sympathy. “Aww, that’s gotta hurt! Poor little husky balls…”

“Shut up!“ James managed to groan. Inside the sleeping bag, his face had completely scrunched up. Several of his fangs were sticking out as his muzzle twisted into a snarl of pain, watering blue eyes squeezed shut, and black furred ears were thoroughly pinned back against his head. James managed to get his hands far enough down to cradle his increasingly aching nuts, as he wriggled in pain inside the sleeping bag. “Oooooooh. Oooooh, my balls, my balls!”

“Pile on James!” Tom suddenly yelled. Oh, damn it, not that again! Last time he got hit in the balls in this stupid game, the rest of them all tried to flop down right onto the squirming husky. Thankfully, from the sound of it, Tom was nowhere near James. Or anyone else for that matter. Probably cause he was out of his sleeping bag and watching the others. That little cheater! James was sure Tom must have been the one who kneed him. Probably last time, too, since it was Tom’s idea to pile on him after that.

James had a counter offer. “Somebody knee Tom in the balls for me! Then pile on him!”

That made the fox and wolf laugh, and soon Josh agreed. “Yeah, let’s get Tom in the balls!”

From the other side of the room, the Cheetah hissed. “You leave my balls out of this!”

Soon, the other three males were laughing, and stumbling around blind, trying to find each other. Admittedly James had no way to be sure Tom was actually cheating, but it seemed like a good theory. Either way, his balls were aching yet again, and he was getting pretty much fed up with his game. He was getting a little overheated in his sleeping bag, too. Between the hot pain making him feel flushed, and the panting breaths the pain wrenched from him, it was definitely getting a little uncomfortable in there. As soon as his balls felt better he was gonna crawl back out and go get another nice cold mountain dew.

And some ice for his nards.

Maybe he’d even kick Tom in the balls himself, too. That might make him feel better.

Yet before the other three friends had even found each other, James suddenly felt hands around his feet. Someone was grabbing his ankles, and then someone else was grabbing the end of his sleeping bag. What the hell? Before he realized what was happening James was being dragged across the floor by two different people. One dragging him by his feet in time with the other who was dragging him by the sleeping bag.

“What the hell?” He moaned, squirming a little, trying to keep his feet free. “Lemme go! This isn’t funny, guys!”

Damn it, what where those idiots doing now? He couldn’t really tell who was dragging him, or where they were dragging him. Better not be outside. It was cold out there! Worse, the last time they’d had a sleep over their scrawny coyote friend had been there too, and they’d jokingly talked about stripping him naked and throwing him out into the snow. If they were gonna do that to James now he…he’d…well, he wasn’t sure what he’d do but somebody would get their butt kicked!

As James was dragged the lighting changed. A few brief halos of light mostly obscured by fabric flashed before his eyes. He felt like he was in some twisted hospital, wrapped in plaid gauze as they wheeled him towards a torturous operating room. The dragging went on for long moments, and it one point he bumped into a wall, yelping. He had to move his hands away from his crotch to try and brace himself inside the sleeping bag.

“Ow! Watch it, I almost hit my head!”

There was no reply, but there were a few giggles.

Female giggles.

Uh oh.

“Ummm…Hello? Lemme go! Please?”

The girls didn’t reply, and James felt himself dragged down a hallway, around a corner, and eventually into what he thought was a bedroom. He could only guess because he got bumped into another doorframe on the way in. A moment later, and his feet were released. James could hear whispering all around him, it sounded like at least three or four girls. He was pretty sure that Adam’s sister Melissa was having her own sleepover.

James was also pretty sure Meliss and her friends just “abducted” him.

“Girls, the prisoner has arrived!” A female voice announced. He thought it was Melissa’s voice, but he wasn’t quite sure.

“Guess I know who hit me in the balls now. You gonna let me outta this thing?” James grumbled, trying to squirm free. He began to try and scoot downwards towards the opening. He’d only managed to wriggle himself about a foot out of the thing when someone stepped down on the sleeping bag, just above the opening. The sleeping bag crinkled up, and her foot settled right between his thighs, dangerously close to his canine privates. “Alright, alright!”

The girl moved her foot, stepping even closer to his balls, and James gave a little yelp. Instinctively the young canine retreated from the female’s foot, scooting all the way back up inside the sleeping bag till his black furred ears were flattened against the end of it. The girl’s foot followed him all the way, and when he could retreat no further, she quickly pressed it against his crotch. James yelped in fear and surprise. Whoever it was, he could tell the girl was barefoot. James could feel her toes wiggle a little against his sheath while the sole of her foot was pressed against canine balls that had gone from loose from the warmth to tight from fear!

“Found ‘em!” The mystery girl announced to a round of boisterous giggles.

“Oh my God,” James whined, squirming, but unable to escape that foot. “What are you gonna do to me? Please, don’t hit me in the nuts again! It really hurts, they’re still hurting from before!”

The only reply he got was the girl stepping down a little harder against his sheath, and balls. The husky groaned. His aching balls did not like being stepped on. The sleeping bag suddenly began to feel more like a sweltering prison then a place of warm comfort. He was totally trapped in there if the girls weren’t going to let him out. He couldn’t see a damn thing, either. Aside from the fact he thought he recognized Melissa’s voice, he had no way at all to know who was out there.

James tried to reach down towards his crotch to protect his balls, and the foot pressed against him again. It wiggled a little, the girl seemingly trying to trap a ball to step on, though James hoped it was harder to do then it sounded thanks to the sleeping bag. He tried to fight her foot off and only got stepped on harder, the pressure making young canine nuts ache intensely.

“Arms up!” One of the girls snapped at him as he moaned in pain.

“Wh…what?”

“Arms up! You wanna really get stepped on?” He could hear the girls giggling. “If he doesn’t wanna lift his arms, just smush his little nuts.”

“No, no!” James cried out, yanking his arms away. He really hoped this wasn’t a trick! If his tail had room to move it would be fully tucked between his legs right now. “I’ll move my arms, alright?”

James lifted his arms up towards his body, and much to his relief, the foot on his groin relented. He took a few deep breaths, and then snapped his jaws. Just because he was trapped in a sleeping bag and at the mercy of mysterious girls didn’t mean he couldn’t be at least a little defiant. “And my nuts aren’t little!”

“We’ll be the judge of that!” Another new female voice announced. “Ok, let’s get his pants!”

“What?!” James nearly shrieked. They HAD to be kidding! He started to reach down to grab onto his pajamas just for security’s sake, only to have that foot press down against his canine privates. “Ooooooh,” James groaned, pulling his hands back up. “Ok, ok, stop!”

Whoever was stepping at him gave a little snarl. “Leave your arms up by your body, or I’m gonna kick you there next time.”

With a fearful whimper, the young husky withdrew his arms, putting them alongside his torso best he could. This time, the girls weren’t taking chances. They quickly knelt down all around him, feeling at him through the sleeping bag until they found his arms. Then the girls pinned James’ arms to the ground. As if that wasn’t bad enough, one of the girls soon got the bright idea that it would be easier to pin a squirming husky down if she just sat on him. After all, not like he could put up much of a fight inside a sleeping bag.

James felt the girl’s weight come down against his chest, her soft rump against him, her warm body against his own. Under other circumstances, it would have almost been a little erotic. He squirmed a little, unable to help himself, and could feel the girl’s tail battering at his face and muzzle through the sleeping bag. Whoever had been stepping on his crotch pulled her foot away, and soon one of the girls alongside him began to unzip the sleeping bag a little bit.

“Be a good boy now,” the girl seated on his chest giggled at him. She patted his crotch, her tail wagging against the sleeping bag. “We all know just where to hit you if you’re a bad puppy.”

“I’ll be good,” James wheezed. “For now! You’re kinda squishin’ me!”

If the girl cared, she didn’t show it. James was sure now that this was Melissa and a few of her own friends, which meant they were a few years older then he was. By now, he was starting to wonder if Adam and the others had realized he was gone. For a moment he thought they’d come to help him. But, then he realized there was no way in hell any of them would be stirring up that particular hornets nest. Nope, he was on his own.

“It’s really hot in here,” James said, panting a little bit.

The girl seated atop him wiggled her butt against his chest, then patted the husky’s crotch again. “Stop yer whining’. Be a good pup and maybe you’ll get a treat.”

The familiar metallic zipping sound told James they’d just opened the sleeping bag a little bit. A bit of cool air rushed over his feet and lower legs, and he wiggled his toes. Then, one of the girls grabbed his feet and pulled them together. Another girl reached in, and grabbed a handful of his black pajama bottoms. Then the girl holding his feet released his ankles in order to grasp at his pajamas, too. The girls began to tug them back and forth, and almost immediately James could feel them sliding down his body. It was only a moment till the tip of his sheath popped out of his pajamas, now hidden from the girls only by the sleeping bag that still covered him.

“I’m not wearing any underwear!” The suddenly terrified husky blurted out.

Of course, that admission only caused the girls to laugh even harder. They paused in pulling down his pajamas, but it was only a few seconds before one of the girls started chanting. “Pants the husky! Pants the Husky! Pants the husky!”

With that, the girls gave his pajamas a few mighty tugs. One tug exposed the rest of the canine’s sheath, the next caused the young husky’s testicles to pop out into the open, and the third pulled his pajamas all the way down past his hips. The only resistance was the tail flap and it popped open easily as well. A few more tugs and the canine’s black pajamas slid smoothly down his legs, and off his white furred feet, leaving the husky totally naked inside the sleeping bag, save for his blue shirt.

Outside the sleeping bag, some of the girls stood up, and thrust his pants into the air like a trophy. “We got his pants! We got his pants!”

Another girl added to the cheering. “Yeah, we rock, oh yeah!” Then she giggled, and nudged one of his feet with her own. “We gotta naked husky, that’s what we got.”

“Is he really naked under there?” Asked the girl seated atop him.

“Yes!” James squealed in horror, trying to draw his feet up into the sleeping bag as well, wanting to reach down and cover his privates, though he didn’t dare. “I am!”

“Maybe he’s lying…”

“Only one way to find out!”

Oh no. Oh. No.

“I’ll peek,” said the girl who sounded like Melissa. “The rest of you get to wait.”

The girls all laughed, and James could hear one of them come to rest at the end of the sleeping bag. She gripped the edge of the flap where it had been unzipped, and slowly began to lift it up. A wave of cool air wafted up into the sleeping bag, across his legs and over his quite naked, silvery grey furred privates. The young huskies balls tightened a little, and icy coils twisted in his stomach. Oh, this couldn’t be happening!

“Oh. My. God.” The Melissa-sound-alike said, an edge of wicked delight in her voice.

“What? What is it?” The others asked.

“Now I know what husky balls look like!” She sounded like she might be grinning up a storm. James thought she was enjoying this far too much. “He’s definitely naked under there. I can totally see his balls! They look like fat gray furred grapes.”

Well, there was one thing to cross off his list of things to do before he died. Have a girl want to see him naked. Granted, this was hardly the way he’d imagined it. But still, having his first girl see him naked was at least a little bit exciting to the young husky. Though for the moment humiliation and fear of having his balls busted was definitely outweighing the excitement.

“I told you,” James said, trying to keep the whine out of his voice. “Can I go now?”

“Oh no,” the lead girl replied. “Not till we’re done with you.” She dropped the flap back down, cutting off the flow of cold air.

James’ heart sank a little, just how long where they gonna keep him trapped in the damn sleeping bag? At least the cool air helped a little. “I’m gonna suffocate in here.”

“You can’t suffocate in a sleeping bag, stupid. Besides, if you really feel like you’re running out of air, I mean, actually gonna pass out, say something, and we’ll poke a hole up by your head or something.”

James sighed a little bit, then groaned. “I gotta cramp…can you move your butt, a little?”

The girl atop him laughed, but she shifted herself a little bit, scooting a little further down his body. “So, what now?”

“Now,” the lead girl said, and James could practically hear her tail wagging in twisted glee. “We have some fun! Ok girls! Who wants to reach in and feel some naked sheath and balls?”

[Alec Anaconda]

Oh, and AA,apparently the quote system auto-italicizes anything that's quoted. Sorry!



Why not put your preamble in a box and have a boxless story?

FYI, Mythical Pain, I use Alec Anaconda to save confusion with the Automobile Association, fried-egg bra size, Alcoholics Anonymous and http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/AA

Alec Anaconda

[Mythical Pain]

Oh, and AA,apparently the quote system auto-italicizes anything that's quoted. Sorry!



Why not put your preamble in a box and have a boxless story?

FYI, Mythical Pain, I use Alec Anaconda to save confusion with the Automobile Association, fried-egg bra size, Alcoholics Anonymous and http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/AA

Alec Anaconda

LOL! Fair enough. I guess I could do that, Alec. Old habits die hard though, and all that. Enjoy the first part of the story, I hope? Poor husky couldn't even see it coming, hehehe.

[Mythical Pain]

Apparently you can't edit your own posts on here? That seems odd, am I missing something? I was going to go back and edit my story so that it was no longer in a quote box, and thus no longer in Italics, but I can't figure out how to do that lol.

[Alec Anaconda]

Apparently you can't edit your own posts on here? That seems odd, am I missing something? I was going to go back and edit my story so that it was no longer in a quote box, and thus no longer in Italics, but I can't figure out how to do that lol.

You can, but only for a short time after posting.

I would not expect, or want, you to attempt a retrospective change.





Enjoy the first part of the story, I hope? Poor husky couldn't even see it coming, hehehe.

Yes, I did!

Very readable and enjoyable, thank you.

Please continue this tale.



I posted my appreciation only after finding the time to read your story.

This was after post 937 and before post 938, but it seems to have disappeared!

Alec Anaconda

[Mythical Pain]

Ah, sounds like the forum musta ate your post, I hadn't seen it.

Anyway, excellent! Very glad you enjoyed it! It's a bit different from some of the other stuff I've posted, but I also think that helps make it fun. It's also somewhat taken on a life of it's own. With all the girls playful banter and teasing him in different ways it's stretched beyond in initial length I'd imagined. It's already longer then Princess 3 for example, and not quite done yet. Hope to have the rest of it finished up in the next few days.

[poiu]

A pair of fantastic new stories from a new guy over on SoFurry, Hundredand. Definitely check 'em out:

http://www.sofurry.com/view/337713 (male gryphon/female human)
http://www.sofurry.com/view/353734 (same male gryphon/female gryphon)