Friday, January 22, 2010

The Breeder's Den

A Pokemon one-off with a bit of suggested BB. Enjoy :P



Man, it had been a hectic day. Being traded was always a disorienting experience of course -- leaving one trainer, getting to know another -- but this was the first time Lucky had ever belonged to a breeder, and that just made it all the more confusing. His new master had seemed nice enough when she'd said hello...but that was before he had been tied up, gagged, blindfolded, stuffed with earplugs and dragged off to some unknown room. And that didn't even take into account all the bizarre equipment he'd been hooked up to--


--not that he had really minded, at least not initially. The first time had actually been quite enjoyable. The second, even. It was almost exciting to have it forced upon him like that, one right after another, completely outside his control.


He'd even been coaxed willingly into a third, though by the end it had begun to feel like his body was being sucked inside-out. By number four he was so sensitive it hurt. And by the time he'd passed six or seven -- well, that was more than he'd ever done in a whole day, never mind an hour. That didn't stop the machine, though.


The Ampharos gasped for breath, hips jerking desperately as another bolt of electricity laced through his groin and another blast of seed shot from the tip of his member. The male bucked in place as the plastic collection device that was clamped around his cock increased its suction, continuing to rhythmically suck and stroke the male's ramhood as it slurped up every last drop of his spunk.

Lucky squirmed in agonizing discomfort for several more seconds, whining loudly around the gag in his muzzle, before the device finally began to ease up, giving up its frantic overstimulation in favor of a slower, steadier hum. The Ampharos could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he slumped back exhaustedly, groaning loudly as he tried to gather his thoughts. That was ejaculation number...Arceus only knew. The ram had lost count, but it had to be in the double-digits by this point, judging by the leaden ache that permeated his groin. Lucky let out a whimper. That had to be the last orgasm for now, right?

But the machine would not be satisfied. The male let out another yelp as the milking tube suddenly sparked back to life, giving off a strong shock to his intimates. Dimly the Ampharos gave thanks for his type-resistance, but that was hardly any consolation when even the lightest stimulation of his ramhood was enough to make his whole body twitch, straining to get away from the awful, wonderful stroking of his shaft...

The male moaned feebly, his hips thrusting of their own accord despite his best efforts to resist. He tried to distract himself with other thoughts, something else to focus his energy on -- but what else was there? He couldn't see, couldn't hear, couldn't taste. All he could smell anymore was his own musk, and all he could feel was...oh 
Arceus. Lucky felt himself slip another notch as the suction increased, the silky walls of the milking device contracting rhythmically around his pride. Oh Arceus! It was too much -- far, far too much -- but it was so hard to think of anything else, and so easy to let the world shrink down until it was just the heavy suction between his legs.

The little Ampharos shook in place, a whine escaping his muzzle as the machine demanded another creamy load from his abused length. How could he possibly give any more? Dimly Lucky wondered if it was possible to sprain a testicle from overuse--

--but then suddenly, out of the darkness and isolation, there was a hand on his thigh. The overstimulated male would have jumped out of his skin, if it weren't for the restraints, but as it was he just let out a muffled cry of surprise, jerking instinctively in his bonds. It was a long moment before the Ampharos could force himself to be still again, waiting tensely as the unknown stranger gave his leg a friendly squeeze.

Lucky let out a quiet whimper as those fingers meandered their way up his inner thigh, ruffling his short fur along the way until arriving at the intersection of his legs. He trembled as the tip of a fingernail ran across his ballsac, tracing the outline of each testicle where they had drawn up tightly against his body. Fingers wrapped around one of the ram's orbs, gently tugging it back down into its sac and earning a loud groan from the male. Lucky couldn't help but twitch in place as his nut was poked and prodded for a moment, while the collection tube continued its relentless stimulation just inches above. He quivered in place, praying that whoever was examining him would see how exhausted he was and let him go.

Unfortunately, his mystery examiner seemed to have something else in mind, for just as quickly as it had come, the hand was gone. The Ampharos let out a cry of frustration as he was left alone again, with nothing to focus on but the tube sucking hungrily at his shaft. No! They couldn't just leave him like this! Desperately the ram fought against his restraints, trying to free himself, moaning into his gag as he begged for a moment's rest.

But then there was the hand again! The electric-type yelped in surprise as the unknown touch reappeared, this time giving a pat to the top of his head. Lucky shivered as soft fingers took hold of his ears, giving a gentle tug and pulling out his earplugs.

The isolation of his own heated panting was instantly joined by the lustful moans of at least several other 'mon. He wasn't alone, then! Lucky whimpered once more around his gag, ears straining for some clue as to who else was there. He thought he could hear at least several other species of Pokemon, but they all seemed too far gone in grunts and squeals to say anything intelligible, so it was difficult to be sure. The Ampharos tried to listen for a hint as to any particular species:

oooooow!" came a cry from somewhere to his right, followed by several seconds of squawking before the voice faded from hearing again. A few seconds later, some kind of canine howl came from the opposite direction -- an Arcanine, maybe? Both sounded male, at any rate. In fact, Lucky realized, pretty much all the noises he could hear sounded male in origin -- various growls and groans, all sounding strained and over-worked. The Ampharos shivered. What the hell kind of--

"Hello there, pet."

Lucky jumped for the third time in as many minutes, unprepared for the voice by his ear, so close that he could feel the warm gust of breath against his face. It was a female voice -- human. The same voice that had last spoken to him before the earplugs were put in. Kasey.

"You seem to be settling in nicely," his new owner continued. "You're pretty productive for a new guy. I'll bet you could use a break, though, huh?"

The Ampharos gave a short groan around his gag, nodding as much as his restraints would allow.

The breeder chuckled. "I thought so. Well, let's see what I can do about that..."

Lucky lay there for another moment, ears straining to listen as his trainer took a few steps away. There were a few quiet beeps, and then...oh thank Arceus. The male let out a long sigh of relief as the milking device around his shaft began to slow down, the suction gradually decreasing until it came to a complete stop. Another second and the breeder removed the tube from his member, as well. Lucky let out a short gasp at the sudden exposure, shivering at the cool, fresh air that played across his spent length.

"How's that?" asked the voice. "Better?"

The male mumbled his approval. 
Much better. Now if she would just leave him alone to rest...

Another chuckle. "Good. Well then, since you're new here, why don't you take a look around your new home, eh? Get accustomed to the place."

Lucky's ears lay flat against his head as he shrunk back from Kasey's voice, but there was nothing to indicate that she either noticed or cared. Instead there was more movement, and a brief rustling at the back of his head, and then -- then the blindfold was gone, too! Lucky blinked a few times, squinting as his eyes adjusted to the light. Wherever he was, it was bigger than he'd realized -- maybe some kind of barn? -- but before he investigated his surroundings any further, the male looked down at his groin. What he saw made him whimper.

There, in all its pink, swollen glory, lay his ramhood. The abused length hung there heavily, still engorged even though the milking device had been removed, the shaft thick and puffy from the constant suction. It looked and felt like a slab of meat. The Ampharos tried to reach down to examine himself before remembering that his arms were still tied, his body firmly secured to his seat. Instead he craned his neck as much as possible, trying to look past his cock to the twin spheres that hung below it. From this angle, it was hard to tell if they'd shrunk -- and if so, how much. There was proof of his ordeal elsewhere, though. His eyes drifted over to the milking device on his right, the inside of the tube still coated with his latest blast of sperm.

What caught Lucky's attention even more than the milking device, though, was what lay beyond it. Apparently he wasn't the only one being pushed to his limits, for just a few feet away there stood a Stantler, shackled in place, trembling violently as the collection tube beneath his belly worked its magic. His muzzle was contorted, his eyes squinted shut, but that did little to protect him from the stimulation. The Ampharos watched for a moment as the deer fought to stay upright, his legs shaking beneath him as he was forced towards another knee-buckling orgasm.

Lucky forced himself to look away, trying to give back the Stantler what little privacy he could, but when his gaze swung left he was faced with an even more pitiful sight. A Hypno lay in the seat beside him, this one tied down on his back, his eyes wide open. In contrast to the Stantler, this male seemed almost comatose, his mouth hanging slackly open as the plastic tube between his legs hummed happily along. Occasionally the device would give off a quick shock and one of his legs would jerk in response, but otherwise he lay still, his stone pendulum dangling limply from his outstretched fingers as his balls were sucked dry.

Lucky tried to watch the Hypno's chest for a moment to make sure he was even breathing, but that train of thought was soon interrupted by another lustful bellow further off to the side. The bound Ampharos couldn't turn his head far enough for a clear look, but from the corner of his eye Lucky could make out the form and color of what looked like a Swampert, writhing in place as another torrent of spunk was sucked away to the storage tanks.

Oh Arceus, the storage tanks. Lucky felt his heart skip a beat. He hadn't noticed them right away, but now it was impossible to ignore the rows upon rows of bottles up against the wall, each filled with a milky fluid of a different tint. Some were already quite full, while others were still in the process of being filled. As Lucky watched he could see the Swampert's latest contribution dribbling thickly into its container, the male's genetic gift stowed away for safekeeping.

Not that that meant he got any rest -- almost before the male's seed had finished draining, Lucky could hear him let out another ragged moan. The Ampharos watched the massive male twist in place, his hips bucking as the milker sent a nasty shock through his groin to begin the next round of stimulation. For a moment Lucky wondered why the Swampert seemed to be in so much pain, given his species' natural resistance to electricity...but then he noticed the Grass Knot coiled tightly around the Swampert's testicles and retracted his question.

That was hardly the last of the males, either -- there was a whole other row a few yards in front of him, with some flaming fire-types and what appeared to be a Snorlax -- but before Lucky could go looking for any other 'mon in distress, he was startled to feel something grab hold of his own member. His gaze snapped forward again to find his new trainer crouched down between his legs, giving his ramhood an experimental squeeze. The little electric-type gave off a groan at the stimulation -- her touch was gentle, but it was still almost painful on his overworked length.

Kasey grinned up at him, reaching up to brush her long brown hair away from her eyes. "Just checking you out. We don't want to break anything on your first day, after all."

A whine escaped from the back of Lucky's throat. "Mmph!" He raised his hips, trying to get away from her torturous fingers -- only to cry out as she gave his cock a much harsher squeeze.

"Uh uh!" His trainer clicked her tongue disapprovingly. "Y'know, if you're not going to be cooperative, I can make this a whole lot less pleasant."

The Ampharos whined again, but this time it was much quieter, his ears flattening against his head in submission. Reluctantly he willed himself to lie still and let her do whatever it was she was doing.

"That's better. I know this can be a little rough, but hey, being a stud can't be 
all fun, right? You've gotta make some sacrifices." She let his thick ramhood drop to rest on his belly, then turned her attentions lower. "Ooh, and I just love you external males." She bent down, taking the ram's ballsac in her fingers once more. "It's so much easier to monitor your production levels when you've got these big ol' things hanging around." She smirked. "Fun to watch 'em swell up, too."

The Ampharos whimpered, trying not to shiver as his new owner played with his overworked orbs. Didn't she understand how much they ached? Already it felt like he'd been on the wrong end of someone's Stomp attack. As she gave one nut a gentle squeeze, Lucky whined urgently, hoping she would get the idea.

Kasey chuckled. "I know, they're sensitive, but don't worry, you'll get used to it." She gave the Ampharos a friendly pat on the thigh. "We just gotta toughen you up. As long as you're here, you're gonna be producing a lot of baby batter, you little stud, so you'd better learn to stop complaining about it. Speaking of which, it's probably about time we get you back on the line, huh?"

Lucky couldn't help but gasp as his trainer casually wrapped her fingers around his ramhood once more, giving the swollen length a few quick strokes. Oh please, not again...he squirmed at the unwanted touch, whining loudly as the female played with his oversensitive member. The Ampharos squinted his eyes shut, shaking his head as much as his restraints would allow.

"Not in the mood, huh? Well, lucky for you I've got some motivation right here." She fished around for a moment, drawing a damp cloth from her belt. "You should enjoy this -- it's fresh from the female pens."

Still, Lucky refused to open his eyes to find out what the object was -- at least until it was shoved up into his face. Despite his unwillingness, the male couldn't help but take a sniff once it was pressed up against his muzzle -- and as soon as he had, he regretted it. Oh Arceus, that was...that was a female Ampharos in heat, and in a far stronger heat than he had ever experienced before. Lucky inhaled again and felt his arousal spike, some stirring of life making itself known in his groin. No, no, no! His length was already rubbed raw, his seed spent -- he had nothing left to give!

Kasey watched with a smile as the male's limp member began to twitch to life, rising once more to stand up proudly from his crotch. "I thought that might do the trick," she commented. "Good boy."

The male opened his eyes again just in time to see the plastic tube being slid down his cock once more, the tight walls hugging his ramhood. Despite himself, the male thrust his hips up instinctively, imagining himself sliding into the sex of a needy female, pounding at her slit until sparks flew. But no -- it wasn't real! The Ampharos let out another ragged groan of frustration, starting to shake again as mind battled instinct. His body demanded that he start humping the air, his balls wringing themselves out for a few more drops of spunk, even as his shaft screamed at its mistreatment--

Suddenly the light was gone, as well -- the breeder was putting his blindfold back on, tying it behind his head. The thought of being alone again with machine was enough to make the poor male break down. The electric-type let out the most desperate cry he could muster, blubbering something unintelligible around his gag.

But the trainer would not be swayed. "Relax," she whispered in his ear. "I know the first day is hard, but hang in there -- it's just a few more hours."

Hours? The Ampharos began to exclaim something in response, but before he could get more than a few words out the milking machine whirred back to life, picking up right where it had left off. Lucky let out something akin to a squeal as a strong shock raced through his groin, his member suddenly stroked and massaged by a hundred invisible hands. The electric-type trembled in place, hips jerking involuntarily, his eyelids fluttering at the sensory overload.


For a moment Lucky could hear his own cries joining the painful, orgasmic groans of those around him -- but then the earplugs were replaced as well, leaving him alone in the dark silence. After a few more seconds, the wet cloth was back, wrapped around his muzzle, flooding his nostrils with that intoxicating feminine scent. It was too much. Despite all logic, there was nothing to do but thrust...and thrust...


"That's it," said the breeder, grinning. "Good boy."

But Lucky was beyond listening. The Ampharos just gave a throaty moan, eyes rolling back into his head as he surrendered another sticky load to the collection tube...

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Dragon Slaying (10): Pent Up

More busted dragon balls! This is really more like half a chapter, but I figure it's better to post it now than to make y'all wait another two months :P Enjoy, and comments always appreciated!


I was down on the floor for a good long while before I could summon the energy to get up again, but eventually the agony radiating from my groin subsided enough for me to uncurl from the fetal position. With a groan I managed to roll over and get my legs under me, struggling to my feet, one hand still held carefully between my legs. My poor nuts felt like they'd been run over by a steamroller -- even the lightest jostling was enough to make me wince.

"Lia?" I called out, keeping my claws carefully wrapped around my ballsac. The last thing I needed now was another surprise kick in the spuds… "You around?"

I waited a moment, but there was no response -- she must have gone elsewhere. I was pretty sure she hadn't left, or she probably would have told me first, but then again it was possible I'd missed something while I was crumpled up on the floor. Either way, it couldn't hurt to explore the cave a bit more. Tenderly I cupped my heavy orbs in my claws and started limping my way towards the next room.

I had to admit, Lia had quite a nice place. I took myself on a brief tour: out towards the cave entrance, then back and into the kitchen (where I paused for a snack), then down the hall, eventually winding up down towards the bedrooms. There I discovered Lia: curled up on a rather soft-looking bed, her chest slowly rising and falling, her tail curled up between her legs. She had lay down for a nap, apparently -- no doubt tired after her little nutbusting "workout". I probably could have stood there all day letting my eyes trace up and down her body, particularly given the faint scent of her heat still wafting from the room, but after a moment I managed to tear myself from the doorway. I'd spent a lot of time chasing that tail recently, and so far it had only brought me trouble.

Luckily, I managed to distract myself from the nude dragoness lying in the other room with another discovery: the washroom. Lia had picked her home well -- one of her rooms contained a natural hot spring, which she had corralled into a custom-built hot tub. With nothing else to do, I was all too eager to sink into the warm water, my legs spread just about as far apart as possible in order to give the pair of bowling balls between my legs some room.

Difficult as it was, I willed myself to relax, my muscles slowly loosening, my body sinking deep into the tub. God knows I'd spent enough time over the past couple days contorted in various positions of agony, so it was nice to stretch out my limbs for once -- better than the fetal position, anyway. With each passing second, I could feel the ache in my muscles melting away. And my junk -- well, I think this was the first time my package had been treated gently since that orca had stumbled into my life. After a couple minutes' soak in the warm water, my sac was so loose that even my massive marbles had room to breathe.

As I got more comfortable and I had a moment to myself, my mind began to drift…and with the female pheromones still swirling in the air, there was only one place it could go. My member quickly rose to attention, still eager to bust a nut after all the cock-teasing I had endured from Lia. I would have stroked one out myself, if I wasn't so worried about jostling my broken balls -- it wasn't worth the risk of spending another hour curled up in pain. Still, I couldn't stop my libido from running wild, imagining the female's tongue wrapped around my pride, or her sex stretching to take my thick length…I swear I could almost feel her fingers running up and down my cock.

I must have sat there for a good ten minutes, resisting the urge to start pounding my meat like there was no tomorrow, before I finally forced myself to calm down. I sat up straighter, trying to distract myself -- but as soon as I did, I came to realize why I was so horny. There were underwater jets! Glorious, tantalizing, toe-curling underwater jets. Immediately I sank back into my seat with a shuddering groan, my eyes sliding shut as the currents swirled around my groin. A little scoot to the left, a little raise of the hips, and-- oh god!

My head rolled back with throaty moan as the water wormed its way around my cock, a dozen different jets tickling the underside of my shaft. It was so warm and wet, and yet such an impossibly light touch -- it felt like I was getting a blowjob from a ghost. I started to rock my hips against the stream in short thrusts, and although my body insisted that I thrust even faster, it did nothing to increase the stimulation. Still, I could picture Lia kneeling between my legs, her head bobbing up and down, sucking down inch after inch of dragonmeat…

Before long I had both arms gripping the edge of the tub, my claws gouging scratches in the stone as I teetered on the edge of climax. My hips jerked up and down, sending little jolts of pain up my spine as my balls bounced against my seat, but even that wasn't enough to stop me. I felt ready to paint the ceiling in my spunk, if only I could get…a little…closer…!

But of course, just then a voice came echoing from down the hall.

"P'oiu? You in there?"

I opened my eyes and turned just in time to see the red dragoness come through the doorway, newly refreshed from her midday nap. If anything, the sight of the naked female just spurred my libido to even greater heights, but I managed to stop my frenzied thrusting…even if I couldn't completely get rid of the pre-orgasmic shudders racing through my body. "Oh, h--…hi, Lia."

"There you are." The female came to a stop, folding her arms beneath her breasts. "Well you look like you're doing better. You managed to crawl your way over here, at least."

I grunted my agreement. Apparently she hadn't noticed what was going on. "Uh…y-yeah, a bit. Still pretty sore, though."

"I'll bet." Lia chuckled. "I'm assuming you don't want to try again, then?"

I winced. I wasn't eager to think about my earlier experience, but the mental image of my nutsac crushed beneath her heel did help bring me down from the edge a bit. "No no," I said quickly, "no, I'm done trying. At this point, I just wanna get home."

"Aww." She frowned. "That's too bad. I haven't had that much fun with a guy in a long time."

I groaned. "Glad you enjoyed it, at least."

"Nothing like a male's marbles beneath your feet. Squishy little things." Lia grinned. "Anyway, considering the bruising I gave you, I think the very least I could do is accompany you back home. Y'know -- make sure no other girls decide you're in need of a good ballbusting."

"Uh…" I really wasn't sure if I wanted to spend so much time with someone so hellbent on destroying my dragonhood. Then again, I had no idea where I was in the forest, and given my luck, I was bound to stumble across another half-dozen angry females on the trek home.

"…Alright," I said begrudgingly. "As long as you promise to leave my junk alone."

That just made her grin wider. "I'll do my best. Why don't you rest up for today -- we'll leave tomorrow."

I nodded -- and shivered, as a jet of water brushed the head of my still-twitching cock. "Sounds gooooh…s-sounds good."

"Alright then." Lia hovered at the doorway for another moment, her gaze flicking from my face down to the water. "You know, you've got a pretty nice cock on you."

I blushed. "Uh…thanks."

"Just don't spend too long with that water jet -- it's an awful tease. Trust me, I know." She stuck her tongue out. "Besides, with the state your balls are in right now, I'm guessing that an orgasm would feel more like a steel-toed boot to the groin. Probably best to leave it."

My blush deepened by about five shades, and I swallowed nervously. "R-right."

Lia smiled once more. "I'll be in bedroom if you need me."

"Okay," I mumbled, my eyes falling to her backside as she turned to walk away. What an ass. I looked down sadly at the pole of dragonflesh throbbing between my legs -- and the twin seedsacks throbbing just beneath it. She was right, of course…I could feel the ache intensifying in my nuts as they got ready for release, and actually blowing my load would probably be ten times worse. Even if the image of Lia's gorgeous rack was permanently burned into the back of my eyeballs. Oh what I wouldn't give for a titfuck…

I let myself sink into the water once again, lowering my hips and bringing my shaft away from the underwater currents. It took a supreme force of will not to just grab myself and start jerking off, but I managed to keep my hands at my sides, even as my member continued twitching in my lap. I assured myself the frustration was worth it. Better to rest up for the journey ahead than to spend another hour clutching my gonads.

Little did I know just how much trouble I was getting myself into...


"Well that's weird."

"What?" I croaked. As if I didn't already know.

Lia rolled my nuts carefully between her claws, examining them closely.  "It's just…it's been almost a week now, and you're still not showing much improvement. I haven't done anything since we left, so the bruising really should've cleared up by now."  She frowned.  "They're still pretty purple, though."

"Mmm," I grunted in assent, trying my best to ignore her continued fondling.  Oh when was this doctor's appointment going to be over...

"Maybe we should try more of that salve...hang on, let me check my bag."  The dragoness turned away from me for a moment, bending down to rifle through her belongings, and...yep.  There was the problem.

You see, it had been several days now since we'd started the journey home…and Lia, as it turned out, was just about the biggest unintentional cocktease the world had ever seen.  Every day I would walk behind her for hours, following the seductive sway of her hips and tail; every evening, she'd sit down and examine my balls, feeling up my junk and leaving me as hard as a rock; and every night, she would sleep next to me, the perfect swell of her breasts rising and falling with each breath and making it impossible for me to do anything but fantasize.  Even worse were the nights where the last of her heat would strike and she'd creep away to masturbate, leaving me alone to hear her blissful moans and catch occasional glimpses of her body through the trees.  Afterwards she'd come back and lie down as if nothing had happened, while her pheromones swirled around my head and drove me half-way insane.

The situation might have been manageable if I'd had a lot of alone time and a box of tissues, but on the contrary, I had no such chance.  Lia had specifically forbidden me from jerking off, on the grounds that it might further damage my already battered balls.  After a few days of her accidental torture, I was more than willing to ignore her and take that risk, but any time I tried to sneak away Lia would inevitably find me just as I was about to start stroking one out.  It was agonizing.  I'd never been blue-balled this badly that my sac had actually taken on a blue-ish hue, and my balls had started swelling again with unspent seed.  Hell, at this point just the sight of Lia was like a kick in the groin.

Which brings me back to where I was, with Lia looking through her pack for meds.  The moment she bent down, I was treated to a glorious view of her ass: round and firm, swaying ever so slightly as she shifted her weight back and forth.  She was just a few feet in front of me -- I could have reached out and squeezed that ruby-red behind, if I didn't think she would've castrated me afterwards.  As it was my cock immediately began to stiffen, and I had to stifle a groan as the ache in my balls intensified.

"You alright?" Lia asked, not bothering to turn around.

"Fine," I moaned, trying to ignore the hint of a slit peeking out from between her legs.  "Just...I'm fine."

"Ah, here we go."  Lia held up a small bottle filled with a blue substance, shaking it briefly and examining its contents.  "This oughta help."  She unscrewed the top, splashing some of the liquid onto her palms, then crouched down in front of me.

"What is this stuff?" I asked -- now trying to distract myself from the pair of ample breasts sitting in front of my face.  Nnrgh.

"An old family recipe," she answered.  "Now spread your legs again, would you?"  She nudged my thighs wider, lifting my halfway-hard member out of the way with one hand as she applied the salve with the other hand.

My eyes widened in surprise as I instantly I felt the effects...though perhaps not in the area she had intended.  "Uh, what does it do?" I asked, as my dragonhood quickly started to grow to its full length.

Lia didn't seem to notice.  "It enhances blood flow."

"Y-Yeah," I stuttered, watching my rod continue to stiffen in her grip.  My breath caught in my throat as she began absent-mindedly rubbing a finger up and down against the underside of my shaft, a drop of pre appearing at the tip.  "Ohhhh yeah it does."

It took Lia a moment to note the tone of my voice, and another moment to realize what was going on.  With a gasp she pulled her hands away, glaring up at me accusingly.  "Oh come on, P'oiu, you're getting off on this?!"

I winced as she suddenly dropped my junk, grunting as my heavy nuts thunked unceremoniously back to earth.  "Excuse me?  You're rubbing my cock and I haven't cum for days! Of course I'm getting off on this!"

"I thought we agreed about this!"  She planted her hands on her hips.  "First of all, we're not mates, and even if we were, your nuts are still really swollen from before.  Black and blue, even!"

"That's not why they're swollen," I grumbled.  "Or blue."

"Oh really?" she said, raising an eyeridge.  "Well then, care to explain?  Somebody else kick you in the balls while I wasn't looking?"

"No, it's"  I winced, looking aside.  "You know what, forget it."

Lia glared at me grumpily, crossing her arms across her chest.  "Well then, fine.  If you're not going to talk to me, I think this examination is over."  She screwed the cap back onto her bottle of salve, turning to place it back in her bag, bending down and...oh dammit, that ass again.  God, it was just so juicy -- just looking I felt ready to bust a nut all over her backside.  She was still in heat, right?  Maybe she wouldn't mind a round of quick sex...or several rounds...or non-stop fucking until we were both to exhausted to move...

I guess I must have gotten lost in my fantasizing, because the next thing I heard was Lia snapping me out of my reverie:


I blinked, and there was Lia -- still bent over, still shoving that scaly rear in my face, but also peering backwards between her legs, looking at me curiously.  I forced my gaze downwards to meet hers.  "Uh...yeah?"

"Are you alright?"  She blinked.  "Normally I'd be mad at you for staring at my ass, but you've been looking for, like...a full minute."

"O-Oh," I stammered, trying to gather my thoughts.  "Well I'm, uh...well..."


"...I'mreallyfuckinghorny," I finally finished, almost stumbling over the words in my rush to say them.  My eyes darted back and forth between her face and her behind as I spoke.  "'re walking around naked all the time, and you're really fucking hot, and you're in heat, and all I want to do is fuck you, but I can't fuck you, and I can't even jerk off because of my balls, but I'm still hard all the time, and now you're bending over and all I can see is dragoness booty, and I just wanna cum all over you, and I haven't gone this long without blowing a load since I hit puberty--"

"Whoa whoa whoa, slow down, slow down."  She chuckled.  "'re really pent-up, aren't you?  You sound like you're about to explode or something."

"I have the worst case of blue balls," I groaned, "that a dragon has ever had."

I watched the look of understanding slowly spread across her face.  "Oh, you mean...ohhh.  So that's why they're swollen."

"Yes!" I replied, thrilled that she finally understood.

"And that's why they're still that funky shade of blue."  She frowned, straightening back up to a standing position.  "Damn.  I was taking that as a compliment to my ballbusting -- I thought I'd gotten better at my nutstomping."

I winced at the memory .  "No, you're just a horrible cocktease."

"Eh, that's not too bad either.  I guess I have been blue-balling you pretty bad, huh?"  She looked back and gave her rump a squeeze, and my cock leapt in response.  "Hmm."

"Well then maybe could you, um....?"  I cleared my throat.  "You know."

Lia blinked.  "I'm sorry?"

"Y'know..."  I struggled to present my case politely, and not just flip her onto her back and start rutting.  "I'm...extremely horny, and you've been teasing me all week, so could you...maybe..."

"Get you off?" she finished, turning to face me.

"Yes," I answered, relieved that she understood where I was going.  "Yes, please."

She shook her head.  "I told you before -- I gave you the choice to be mates and it didn't work out.  I'm not looking for just a friend with benefits, so unless you're willing to try things again..."

I had the mental image of my testicles skewered on her claws.  "I'll pass."

"...then no, I'm not getting you off."  She frowned.  "Sorry, you'll just have to deal with it."

"Oh c'mon, just a blowjob? A titfuck?"


I sighed -- it had been worth a shot.  "Well in that case, if you'll excuse me..."  Without further delay I reached down and wrapped a hand around my straining shaft, leaning back and looking up at the nude female.  God, those tits were to die for...

"What are you doing?" she asked.

I cocked an eyeridge, shuddering lightly as I gave myself a first experimental pump.  "What does it look like?  I'm jerking off."

"Um, not while looking at me you're not."  Indignantly she folded her arms across her chest, turning away...which of course just exposed her backside.  I grinned and focused on her rear, imagining my length grinding up against those firm cheeks.

"God damnit, stop it!" she shouted, spinning back around with an angry glare.  "Stop it right now or I am kicking you in the balls."

The words sent a chill down my spine, though I felt pretty sure it was an empty threat.  "You wouldn't," I replied, continuing to stroke as I zoned in on her long legs.

"Oh?" And suddenly her leg was pulled back, then flying forward in a vicious arc--

"OKAY FINE STOP!" I yelled, claws shooting to protect my crotch.  Luckily her foot stopped just a few inches shy of my groin, sparing me another hour curled up in pain.  I groaned and looked up at Lia.  "My god, haven't you done enough damage already?"

"I'm serious!  I'm not some porn star and I'm not your mate, so I don't want you looking at me while you jack off."

I rolled my eyes.  "Well even if I jerk off elsewhere, I'm still going to be fantasizing about you, so I might as well be looking at the real thing.  What do you care?"

That was not the right thing to say, apparently.  Instantly her face darkened, and she gave me a stony glare.  "P'oiu, you try jerking off over me and I promise I will kick you in the balls, no matter what state they're in."  She harrumphed, folding her arms across her chest.

Geez.  "Fine," I replied, climbing to my knees.  "I'll go fantasize about someone else.  Maybe someone less bitchy."

"Oh no you won't."

I stopped.  "What?"

"Oh come on, we both know that's a lie."  Lia exhaled in frustration.  "The second you get out of my sight, you're going to start thinking about me again, and I'm not letting that happen."

"Well then what am I supposed to do, Lia?  I'm either jerking off in front of you or I'm jerking off somewhere else -- which do you prefer?"

"Neither," she replied.  "I don't think you need to jerk off at all."

I growled, aggravated with the female.  "In case you haven't noticed, I'm a fucking dragon. We're probably the most virile things on the planet. You realize dragons are supposed to jerk it, like, at least once a day, right?  You realize my balls are turning purple because I need to cum?"

"So do it when we get back to your damn cave."

"No!" I sat back down, then reached down and grabbed hold of myself again, giving my cock a quick pump. Even that was enough to make my claws curl. "Just give me five minutes and I'll catch up with you--"

All I saw from Lia was a narrowing of her eyes before suddenly she was on her knees and her claws were wrapped around my balls. I gave a yelp of surprise and tried to scoot backwards, but she gave me a warning squeeze that stopped me in my tracks.

"If you want me to try popping one again, I'll do it." Her voice was surprisingly calm. "And if I actually burst one, I will gladly fuck you silly. But otherwise, I don't want you jerking off around me. Alright?"

I nodded silently.

"Do you want me to try it?"

I whined, trying to ignore the tight clawgrip around my testicles. Already my stomach was crawling. "No, but I really need to cum--"

"I told you," she interrupted. "You can do it when we get to your damn cave." She let my nutsack slip from her fingers, climbing back to her feet and taking a few steps to retrieve her bag. "This conversation is over.  Now come on, let's go."

"Oh come on, you're being such a bitch!" I stayed seated, refusing to move -- and stealing another look at her rump while she bent over to pick up our gear.  "You know what?  Maybe I'll just give you a facial while you're asleep -- see how you like that."

Lia stopped, then turned to me with a stony glare.  "P'oiu," she growled, "you do that and I'm going to make you wish I'd popped your balls back at the cave.  Now unless you'd like me to invite some friends over to take turns stomping the sperm out of your nuts, I advise you to shut up already.  Understood?"

I hadn't seen her this angry since I'd first met her -- and the thought of what she'd done to my gonads then sent a chill down my spine.  "Y-yes ma'am," I stuttered, my arousal temporarily forgotten.  Quickly I climbed to my feet, hoping I hadn't pissed her off too much.

That seemed to take the edge off of her anger -- though there was still a fiery glint in her eye as she replied.  "Good.  Then let's get moving -- we've still got a lot of ground to cover."

Without another word she turned and started down the path again, leaving me no choice but to follow.  I dragged myself reluctantly along, all the while grumbling about the unresolved ache in my loins.  I was still hard...and spending more time walking behind Lia wasn't going to help.  Despite my best efforts, I found my gaze drawn to her rear yet again.  Beneath a strong tail that flicked lazily back and forth there sat two luscious red cheeks, bouncing slightly with each step.  I could imagine my length pressed up against those smooth scales -- and with my erection still bobbing between my legs, I was really only a few feet away from making that a reality.  I wondered to myself if she'd ever tried anal...

Suddenly her tail flicked once again, this time more forcefully -- the tip striking me squarely in the groin.  I let out a surprised grunt, bending double slightly at the unexpected attack.

"Eyes on the road," Lia warned, not even bothering to turn around.

I groaned as I continued to stumble along behind her, watching her tail much more warily as I cupped my balls in my claws.  "R-right."