Friday, October 21, 2011

Dragon Slaying: snippet from an alternate ending

At one point I was planning to write an alternate ending for each of the three girls (Lia, Opal, and Kayla), but I'm not sure if that will actually happen at this point. Still, I at least wrote this snippet for Opal's ending. It was a good excuse for dragoness-on-dragon nut-bashing :) Enjoy!

"I just have one thing left to say to you, so listen up."

Lia accentuated her remark the best way she knew how: by bringing her foot crashing down between my legs. I let out a long, high-pitched moan as the female focused her attention on my left nut, setting her heel on top of the poor sphere and bearing down with what felt like a thousand pounds.

That alone was enough to make my eyes water -- but then the dragoness spun on her heel, and my brain just about exploded. I hardly managed a quiet squeak as Lia pivoted on my tortured testicle, scrambling its contents even further. I tried to shoot a pleading glance towards Opal, but the frog was just watching Lia, a hint of a smile playing across her lips. Didn't she care that my spunk-makers were being squashed into pancakes? I had picked Opal in the hopes of saving my spuds, but hell, too much more of this and Lia might just burst my ball anyway.

"P'oiu? P'oiu!" The female was none too happy with my wandering gaze. "Look at me, damn it."

My nervous system squealed in protest as the dragoness delivered another brutal ballstomp, my left orb distorting further from the force of the blow. Despite the pain I forced my gaze forward, obeying her command in the hope of earning some mercy from the female. Apparently that heel-spin on my bloated ball had actually served a purpose -- Lia had in fact spun 180 degrees, turning around in order to show off her backside. And god, what a display. Now she was bent over, flaunting the smooth-scaled ruby-red behind that I had been worshipping for the past week.

Lia looked back at me from between her legs. Her generous breasts hung down in front of her, but the female had folded an arm across her chest, holding her tits back so that she could stare me straight in the eye. "See this?" The dragoness slapped her own rear, her tail raised high. "You see this ass?"

In fact, it was difficult to look at anything but Lia's ass -- it seemed like my entire field of vision was filled with the female's luscious derriere. Weakly I groaned, my stlll-stiff member throbbing at the sight even as the dragoness ground my testicle into the floor like a discarded cigarette. "Y-…yes," I croaked, my stomach churning as my gonad was flattened to its rubbery limits. Oh, my poor unborn children...

The dragoness scowled back at me. "Well, I hope you get a look at it, because you know what? You will never, ever get to tap this. You're gonna spend the rest of your life alone, wishing you could find some dragoness tail, fantasizing about the week you spent lusting after that smoking hot chick named Lia. Meanwhile I'll be somewhere out there, quite happy, getting fucked silly every night by some other dragon who's got the balls to be my mate."

Somehow I doubted that any future mate of hers would survive their courtship without getting his plums pounded into pulp, but I held my tongue -- not that I could have formed a full sentence if I'd wanted to. The agony in my groin continued to grow, multiplying with each passing second. I was convinced I could feel something breaking, or cracking, or splitting open.

But if Lia felt one of my dragonmakers starting to rupture beneath her foot, she didn't show it. "You know, I can't believe I ever liked you. You spend half the time ogling me, and the other half of the time complaining that I give you blue balls. Not to mention the time that you felt me up while I slept and then blew your wad all over me."

"I'm sorry!" I gasped. My legs twitched with each subtle shift of the female's weight, my gonad rearranging itself in a vain attempt to squirt out from under her heel.

"Sorry isn't good enough, P'oiu." The dragoness twisted her foot a few degrees, earning another shrill squeal as she flattened my nut by another few millimeters. "I should have left you tied to a tree with your legs spread and a sign saying 'scramble my eggs'. Or maybe just brought you back home and made your sac my personal punching bag. Whatever. It doesn't matter. Now I guess you'll just spend the rest of your life alone, jerking off for some cum-thirsty frog slut who's half your size." She looked over at Opal. "No offense."

"None taken," the frog replied, rolling her eyes.

"Point is, you'll never get any dragoness tail ever again. I'm telling every female I know to kick your balls into your throat on sight.” Lia snorted angrily. “I’d pop your scaly nuts myself, if I could, but at least I know you’ll never get to use your dragonmakers with an actual dragoness.”

I wanted to point out that I’d already used my dragonmakers on her, but that didn’t seem wise with one of those dragonmakers currently compressed to the bursting point.

“So again: take a good look.” She slapped her ass once more, the firm flesh rippling slightly from the blow. I felt my member twitch in appreciation. “You better burn this into your memory, because this is as close as you’ll ever get to fucking a dragoness. Ever. Again!

The last of the air rushed from my lungs as her other heel came thundering down into the center of my right nut, the spunk-filled orb ballooning outwards beneath her weight. All the air in my lungs rushed out at once, my hips bucking off the ground, my gut exploding with an impossible wave of nausea, my cock throbbing and firing a mighty spurt of pre that splashed across the female's backside. I squealed in agony and tried to cover up, to remove Lia's foot from my poor nuts before she could grind them into peanut butter, but the chains around my wrists and ankles held strong, leaving me spread and exposed as the dragoness brought down her full weight on the scaly orbs.

Lia felt the splash of liquid across her behind and blinked. For a moment, I feared for my dragonhood...but then to my surprise, she broke into a smirk. "Heh…well, I guess that's as close as you'll ever get, anyway." She twisted her heels sharply once more, grinding my jewels further into the floor.

The shriek I gave would have put an operatic soprano to shame. It felt like someone had shoved my plums in a blender and set it on “liquefy”. Even as she lifted her heels and stepped away, I half-believed that my gonads had been reduced to a gooey paste. Only when my flattened balls began to reinflate, sending a horrible wave of nausea into my stomach, did I come to the conclusion that I’d survived intact.

“Done?” asked Opal, watching calmly.

“Almost.” The dragoness scowled down at me. “A few more kicks for the road.”

Her foot slammed up between my legs with the force of a freight train, crushing my aching pair up into my pelvis. Before I even had time to process the pain, she had unleashed a second kick; this time my left nut slipped free, but my right nut was caught squarely by the top of her foot, pounded paper-thin in an instant. For a split second, the poor orb squished outwards between her toeclaws like a water balloon, abandoning any semblance of its usual shape in an attempt to escape the terrible pressure, but it remained trapped in place until Lia pulled her foot back. Then the mangled sphere flopped back down into my sac, and an earth-shattering agony exploded in my brain.

When she kicked for a third time -- delivering the exact same blow, this time to my left nut -- I realized that she must have had a lot of practice. My squealing climbed yet another octave as my ball flattened across the top of her foot, a blow that by all rights should have left me as half a dragon. Dimly I wondered how many dragons she had kicked into sterility while perfecting her technique, and I almost felt the urge to ask until she pounded my jewels for a fourth time, her breasts bouncing with the force of the impact.

On the fifth strike, though, my twitching, contorting body finally scored a small victory. As Lia’s foot hammered into my spuds, my body strained desperately to cover up and protect itself, every muscle struggling against my restraints...and then suddenly, my right arm was free! I hadn’t managed to break the chain, but I had managed to rip it from the ground where it had been anchored. Instinctively my hand shot towards my groin, desperate to pry the female’s foot away and clutch my battered balls, even if that would do nothing to soothe their apocalyptic ache.

To my pleasant surprise, Lia immediately stepped back, pulling her foot away sharply . To my unpleasant surprise, the loose end of the chain came whipping around, with a sizable chunk of the stone floor still attached to it, and smashed into my ballsac, utterly pulverizing its contents.

I froze. My freed hand trembled in mid-air, my mouth opening and closing silently as my brain sought some way to express the impossible levels of agony that were flooding my body.

Opal looked shocked, but Lia just laughed out loud, her face lighting up with a genuine smile. “Hahaha! Wow. You don’t even need a girl’s help to scramble your eggs, do you?”

All I could manage in response was a high-pitched whine. My hand shook as it slowly moved towards my groin, still trying to protect whatever was left of my balls.

The dragoness beat me there, nudging the chunk of rock aside with her foot. Casually she brought her foot down on top of my nutsac -- more of a step than a stomp, but even if my jewels hadn’t been trampled into pancakes, it would have been enough to make me squeak. As it was, I froze again, letting out a tortured, guttural moan.

“Quit your whining,” the female replied, rolling my nuts beneath her foot...or at least, attempting to do so. The two nuggets were anything but round at this point. “Don’t worry, they’re both intact. I don’t know how, but they are.” She frowned. “I swear, if they weren’t so squishy I’d think your balls were made out of steel.”

That good news was enough motivation to shake me out of my stupor. Weakly I grasped at Lia’s ankle, trying to pry her foot from my balls. “Please,” I croaked, my voice as high-pitched as a female hatchling.

Lia looked up and met my eye. “Fine.” She frowned. “Goodbye, P’oiu.”

My gut exploded in fresh pain as the dragoness gave me one more parting stomp, mashing my dragonmakers into the stone floor before pulling her foot away. Immediately I clutched at my mangled testicles, cupping the two swollen, misshapen lumps in my claws, confirming for myself that I was still in one piece.

I was too busy moaning in agony and cradling my much-abused spuds to appreciate one last look at Lia, her hips swaying seductively as she made her way to the exit.

Dragon Slaying: snippet from the final chapter

Hey all! I promise I am still working on this...just very slowly. Sorry.

As a bit of proof, here's the very beginning of the final chapter. It's not much, but better than nothing :) Enjoy.

In any other situation, I imagine I would have been thrilled to have three gorgeous, naked women all so focused on my groin. Hell, I'd fantasized about scenes like this since I was teenager...and the particular selection of ladies in front of me had the kind of curves that made my balls ache with need.

Unfortunately, given the circumstances, I knew my balls would soon be aching for a much less pleasant reason.

"So." Opal looked a bit nervous. "Uh...what's the plan, exactly?"

"What's there to plan?" Kayla asked, sauntering up between my legs. The orca glanced down at my scaly orbs for a moment before giving a half-hearted kick -- practically a gentle nudge, by her standards, but still enough to make me grunt in pain. "We drain 'em, we pound 'em, and we pop 'em. It's not complicated."

"We pop one," Lia corrected, stepping forward herself. She flicked my sac with a toeclaw, earning another involuntary grunt as the ache shot straight to my abdomen. "And even popping just one of his balls is going to be a hell of a lot of work. The stubborn little things might as well be made of rubber."

Another toe-flick from the ruby-scaled dragoness sent a third jolt of nutache through my body. This time the pain throbbed in my gut for a moment before fading away, and I exhaled tensely, fighting back a quiet groan as my stomach tightened and relaxed. I shot Lia an exasperated look, hoping for some sympathy from my potential mate-to-be, but the mischievous grin that I got in return told me that the female intended to toy with me as much as possible.

Stupid sexy Lia.

"Well then, how exactly are we gonna do this?" Kayla planted a hand on her bare hip, looking up at the dragoness. "I get that Opal's on cock-sucking duty, but what about us -- you wanna take turns stomping one into jelly? Use his sac as a punching bag? Squeeze the spunk out of one, maybe?" The female looked down at my groin. “I mean, I doubt I’m big enough to get a grip on his stones, but with those claws of yours you could have him squealing soprano in no time...”

If Opal's face was red from the cock-sucking comment, mine was twice as green from the list of nut tortures that followed. As Kayla rattled off a list of potential plans for popping my plum, I felt myself grow increasingly nauseous, each treatment worse than the last. The look on Lia’s face didn’t help, either. I could see a hint of a smile gathering at the corners of her mouth, and after a moment she shifted her stance, now drumming her toes atop my soon-to-be-doomed dragonmakers. It was hardly the first time Lia had been poised to flatten my nuts, and yet I had never been so acutely aware of the practiced ease with which she pinned my orbs to the floor. I tried not to imagine how many other males she'd teased into a frenzy and then stomped into oblivion…how many scaly spuds had been ground into goo between her claws…how many dragon testicles had already burst between her toes. Dear god, why I had I ever agreed to this?

"Ooh, or maybe some tail-busting! Slam that thing up between his legs, see if anything breaks. I used to love doing that to my boyfriend. Er, ex-boyfriend." The orca glanced back at her tail flukes, smiling nostalgically. "Ex-boy, actually. Anyway, with an ass like yours, I'm sure you can crack that thing like a whip -- I'll bet you could shatter his nut like it was made of glass."

That mental image was enough -- my stomach crawled at the thought. "Are you seriously going to discuss all this right in front of me?!" I blurted, staring wide-eyed at the trio of females. "You realize I'm right here listening, right?"

"Well, yeah. Why wouldn't we discuss this around you?" Lia rolled one of my dragonmakers beneath her foot, putting a little weight on the fat sphere and making me groan involuntarily. "I mean, we're going to be doing all these things to you in a minute anyway -- you might as well know what's coming."

"Urrgh." I let out a tense breath, fighting the urge to groan again as the dragoness continued toying with my nutsac. "I really just want to get this over with."

"Hey -- I'm not the one with balls of steel. If it was up to me, we'd be done already." The red female shifted her weight for a moment, earning a wheezing gasp from me before she lifted her foot away entirely. "But if it makes you feel better, we'll discuss it in private." She grinned. "That way it'll be a surprise."

"Great," I answered sarcastically. It was a small victory, but a victory nonetheless.

"Before that, though, I've got to ask you one more question." The dragoness knelt between my spread legs, planting one hand on my thigh to ease herself to the ground, and her eyes flicked upwards to meet my own. In any other situation, the predatory look on my mate-to-be's face would have been an incredible turn-on. As it was...well, it was actually still pretty sexy, but that was negated by the shiver that ran down my spine as she took hold of my scaly pair.

"Alright, stud, moment of truth." The dragoness hefted my swollen spunk-makers in her claws, rolling my marbles between her fingers for a moment and feeling their weight. "Which should I pop, lefty or righty?"

"Uh…" I had no idea. Was there a difference? "L-Lefty, I guess."

The female grinned. "Righty it is," she replied, delivering a friendly flick to the now-doomed gonad before letting my sac slip from her fingers.

I groaned weakly at the burst of pain that spread through my gut, my head jerking upwards for a moment before falling back to the ground once again. Dear god -- if this worked out, it was going to be one hell of a marriage. At least I'd be saving some other poor dragon from getting his stones pounded to a pulp.

Lia gave my thigh a reassuring squeeze, then climbed to her feet, turning to face the other girls. I tried to enjoy the view, my eyes tracing the sexy curve of her rear, but when I reached her tail I could only imagine it snapping upwards between my legs, crushing my balls into my pelvis. I felt nauseous for a moment, remembering some of the warning tailflicks she’d given me on the long journey home, and imagining how much worse a full-force slam would have been. Sure, my terrible case of blue balls might have saved a rupture, but just the thought...ugh.

Friday, June 10, 2011

Preview: another Pokemon Busting story

Hey y'all! Quick update.

I'm slowly working on Dragon Slaying (I know I've been saying that for six months now...) plus a new Pokemon Underground League story. The former is more than halfway done now, and I'm hoping I can just sit down and power through the remaining chunk sometime in the near future. The latter is only about a quarter done, but I figured I'd share a snippet of it here, since I haven't shared anything in months and months. Hope you enjoy.

Also, here are some pics to assist your imagination:
Laura (Luxray)
Kelly (Kangaskhan)
Emma (Espeon)
Blaze (Blaziken)
unnamed opponent (Nidoking)


"Well hey -- can't say I recognize you. You new here?"

Laura turned around to reply -- and found herself looking at the largest pair of breasts she had ever laid eyes on. The Luxray blinked once or twice, struck momentarily dumb, before taking in a bit more about the massive female before her: a smooth tan belly, wide brown hips, a thick tail that curled around behind her to rest on the floor. The woman was built like a tank. A very, very attractive tank.

"Uh...hi," Laura replied hesitantly, her eyes still tracing the larger girl's curves. "Yeah, this is my first day."

"My eyes are up here, sweetheart," rumbled the Kangaskhan, a hint of amusement in her voice.

The Luxray looked up with a start. "S-sorry! I didn't mean to gawk, I just--...I'm kind of new to this." She blushed. "I'm not really used showers."

The larger female chuckled at that. "Relax, honey, you're not doing anything wrong. We're all ladies here. 'Sides, the whole stadium gets to see me in the buff every time I battle -- I'd better be used to it by now." She held out a paw. "Name's Kelly."

"Laura," replied the Luxray, shaking it. "Nice to meet you."

"Same." The Kangaskhan took a step back into the shower spray, continuing to face the newcomer as the warm water ran down her back. "Your first day, huh? Who are you fighting?"

With that question, the Luxray felt some of her earlier doubt return. "I-I'm not sure, actually. I wasn't scheduled to fight until next week, but somebody else cancelled and they needed a sub, so here I am."

"Really! And they didn't even tell you who you're up against? Well that ain't a proper introduction at all." Kelly frowned for a moment. "Still, I s'pose the basic strategies are the same no matter who you're facing." The big female grinned. "You more of a ballbreaker, or a cocktease?"

For the second time in as many minutes, Laura froze. "I-I beg your pardon?"

"Y'know -- when you're fighting a guy, do you scramble his eggs, or beat his meat? Or both, for that matter." Seeing the Luxray's somewhat stunned expression, a concerned look spread across Kelly's face. "You do know what this league is mostly about, don't ya?"

"O-of course," she replied quickly, "I just...I guess I haven't thought it out that much. I don't really have a strategy. Like I said, this is all a bit last-minute."

"No strategy?" interjected the Espeon showering on the opposite side of Kelly. She left her own shower and took a few steps closer, joining the conversation. "Dear, you can't enter a battle without knowing what you're going to do. That's just asking for defeat."

"Now now, Emma, give her space -- she's still figuring things out, and just because you're the master strategist doesn't mean you've got all the answers." The Kangaskhan smiled. "As I recall, even you were a little nervous before your first fight."

Laura took a moment to size up this new acquaintance -- a lithe, long-legged feline, her shape much sleeker than Kelly's sturdy build. Probably a cocktease, going by Kelly's categorization. "Honestly?" said the Luxray, fidgeting nervously. "I'd love to be a...a 'ballbreaker', if I had the stones myself, but I'm not sure if I can go through with that. I mean, what if my opponent's a nice guy? I don't wanna leave him sterile."

"Hey -- that's a risk they signed up for."


"Oh fine." The Espeon let out a sigh. "Well, if you're a newcomer, they probably won't put you against anyone you'd be weak against, so at the very least it'll be an even fight. If you're really feeling uncertain, you could just fight like it's a regulation battle, but believe me, you'll want to get in a nutshot or two if you can. Or some heavy petting, if you prefer."

"Whatever feels right," said Kelly.

The Luxray nodded slowly. "I think I understand."

"Just make sure to take advantage of any openings -- hesitation will kill you out there." Emma shook her head. "And try not to get too squeamish if things start getting messy."

Laura was about to ask the Espeon for clarification when a loud noise at the opposite end of the showers interrupted her. All three females turned to see the 'mon who had just come in -- a sweating, panting Blaziken with her feathers askew and a wild look on her face.

The Luxray was a bit taken aback by the bird's ragged appearance, but it didn't seem to faze either of her new friends. "Heya Blaze," said Kelly cheerfully, smiling at the fire-type as she entered the locker room. "How did the match g--"

"Two minutes!" gasped the Blaziken, scrambling forwards into the showers. Hastily the fire bird pushed past the other naked females in the room, making a beeline for one of the private stalls against the rear wall and closing the door behind her with a none-too-gentle SLAM.

As the female whisked past, Laura had to stumble several steps just to keep her balance -- a move which brought her careening into the wet, naked Emma. The Luxray let out an "eep" at the unexpected sensation of bare fur on bare fur, blushing fiercely as she scampered away from the nude Espeon. "S-sorry!" she stuttered immediately.

"It's fine," said Emma, a hint of amusement in her voice.

Kelly just chuckled. "Good heavens, girl, you've got to learn to relax." The Kangaskhan wrapped an arm around Laura's shoulders, pulling the skittish newcomer a bit closer. "I mean, honestly -- if you're that tightly-wound around a man's meat and potatoes, I dunno how you're ever gonna win a match in this league."

"H-heh, true..." The Luxray tried not to think too hard about the other naked female body she was now pressed up against...or the unknown opponent that she was scheduled to fight in under an hour. Unfortunately, that just conjured the image of those two nudes together: Kelly pounding the spunk out of some poor 'mon's basket, the unidentified male crumpling to his knees as his nuts turned to peanut butter--


The sound was a quiet one, but it was enough to snap Laura out of her rather vivid daydream. The Luxray cleared her throat awkwardly, blushing once again, and then turned her attention to the source of the new noise: the private stall where the Blaziken had disappeared just moments ago. "Um...was that other girl alright? She seemed pretty frazzled when she came in."

"She's fine," answered the Espeon calmly. "Just give her a few minutes."

"Heh -- yeah, don't worry about Blaze." Kelly shared a knowing glance with Emma before turning back to the new recruit. "She just needs some cool-down time. Girl has a tendency to get a bit...excited after her matches."

Laura frowned. "Excited? Why would she--"


This time, the sound that came from the stall was so clearly, loudly, and unabashedly a moan of pleasure that Laura initially assumed it was a joke. That is, until a second moan followed, even more powerfully than the first, so shamelessly lustful that it almost made the Luxray's own toeclaws curl.

Laura felt her cheeks turning red. "She's not...?"

"She is," the Kangaskhan confirmed, blushing a bit herself. "As I said, Blaze is very...passionate about her matches."

The Luxray turned to Emma, still somewhat convinced that it was all a joke, but the Espeon just smiled silently back, even as another fevered cry came from the Blaziken's stall. Laura's ears flattened against her head, a mix of emotions jumbled up in her chest as the bird's pants and moans grew louder and more frantic, building to one prolonged, orgasmic squeal before finally fading back down to nothingness.

In the silence that followed, the Luxray could hear her own heart pounding, her own breath a bit shorter and shallower. There was a long and awkward pause before the shower stall burst open once again, the door crashing into the wall with another indelicate WHAM. Inside stood a very soaked but very satisfied bird, her breasts still heaving with each breath as she stumbled happily out into the common area.

"Oh fuck, that was the best battle I've had in months," breathed the female, her body still flushed with exertion. "Kelly, you have to watch the replay for this when it airs -- they paired me up against this Nidoking, balls like canteloupes, and I just destroyed the guy. Double pop and everything! Oh Arceus, that was good." The Blaziken planted her hands on her hips and panted for a moment, still short of breath from the ordeal.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Dragon Slaying update (+ a call for artists)

Hey y'all! I've got another short update, and a proposition for you artistic types.

The last chapter of Dragon Slaying still ain't done yet, but I've made some very good progress in the past week or so. Oddly enough, I've finished the rough draft for the entire second half -- the epilogue/outro -- but the first half still has some pretty big gaps to fill in, which'll probably take me a couple of weeks, maybe more if work picks up again. I'll keep you posted.

Once I finish the ending, though, I think I'm going to put together a nice little PDF of the whole story -- table of contents, chapters, page numbers, all that jazz. It'll give me a chance to clean up the earlier chapters in the series (mostly just grammar and spelling mistakes, nothing serious), and it'll be nice to have all of P'oiu's painful experiences wrapped up in one tidy file. (Just to put things in perspective: even before the final chapter, Dragon Slaying is currently 65,000 words and about 170 pages long. I've actually written a novel's worth of P'oiu getting his balls flattened. God help me :P)

You know what would make my crappy PDF book thing even better, though? COVER ART!

I normally make it my policy not to ask for favors, but I figure I can make an exception for this one case, since I've been working on this damn story for just shy of three years now. If you've got any artistic talent and you don't have anything better to do with your time, I would be super flattered if you sketched up something for inclusion in my little re-release of Dragon Slaying. Just pick a scene or a character from the story and do whatever you want with it. If one person sends me something, I'll probably stick it on the front as cover art; if I somehow get more artwork than that, then I'll thread it into the narrative as appropriate.

Also: I'll find some small way to thank you, either by sending you the last chapter early, or sending a scrap from some other story I'm working on, or something else. It ain't much, but I'd like to give back if I can.

Anyway -- that's all I've got to say for now. If you're interested at all in contributing, send me an email at and let me know. I'd say you have at least a couple weeks to submit something before I finish the ending (and probably longer, knowing me). In the meanwhile, I'll keep working away at this final chapter :)

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Dragon Slaying (13): Decisions, Decisions, pt. 1

Y'know, I really wanted to post this final chapter all at once (i.e. as one chapter), but I reached a point a few days ago where the first half was basically done and polished, and I realized that the last bit of Dragon Slaying was posted over 7 months ago, and I decided I really oughta just post what I have and finish the rest when I can. (Also, posting my last story in two halves seemed to help provide the motivation to actually finish it. I doubt it'll be quite as effective for this piece, but maybe.)

So this is only the first half of the final chapter.

I'll warn you all in advance: I know I've been cockteasing y'all leading up to the main event, and this chapter is still building up towards a crazy ballbusting finale. Still, it's full of verbal threats and dragon sex, and it contains a major plot point that might help explain how the series has managed to carry on for this long. I hope it's an enjoyable read, even if the actual finale ends up delayed for 
another seven months.

Now without further ado, enjoy! I promise, just one more chapter to go after this... (For those who need a refresher, the previous chapter can be found 


So this was what it had come to: a trio of females who literally had me by the balls. My eyes flicked back and forth between the three women, my mind still searching desperately for some last-minute escape plan, but realistically I knew that I was trapped: trussed up, bound to the floor, helpless to defend myself. Even if I could have escaped my chains, it would have been a lopsided fight, given the two inviting targets that hung between my legs. There was no use trying to run -- I had to play their little game. I had to choose a girl.

And if I had to choose just one…well, that was a trickier question than it might have seemed. Sure, Opal was the logical choice -- the little frog just wanted to make me blow a few loads and then leave me be. But that just meant that Kayla would be back sometime later, probably with more of her orca friends in tow, hell-bent on popping both of my plums. I was damn sure that I didn't want that.

So if picking Kayla was out of the question, and picking Opal was risky for the same reasons, then that left one logical choice. Well, maybe "logical" wasn't quite the word for it -- after all, it still involved losing a nut -- but better losing just one than losing the full pair, right? I'd rather be half a man than not a man at all.*

Or maybe I was simply justifying the choice I had already made. As difficult as the decision was on the surface, my subconscious certainly knew what it wanted, if the ever-persistent throbbing of my cock was any indication. All three girls were worthy of my wet dreams, but there was only one female who drove my libido through the roof, who made my balls ache with need every time I looked at her. It maybe wasn't the most logical decision, or the healthiest, but after all the hell I'd been through it was worth a shot. My luck had to change sometime, right?

Otherwise, she was going to be the death of me…or the death of my potential children, at least.

Resignedly I raised my head and looked down between my legs, glancing briefly at my dragonhood before turning my gaze upwards to face my three captors. There was no sense prolonging the inevitable, so I opened my mouth and spoke, crossing my fingers and hoping this wasn't the worst decision I had ever made:

"Lia. I pick Lia."

The dragoness let out a short squeal of joy, raising her arms in triumph. "Ohmygod
YES!* I just knew you'd pick me! Oh, this is so wonderful -- I promise you won't regret it."

I wasn't so sure of that, but I decided to keep it to myself. "Mmph. And, uh, you two…" I looked up nervously at the other two girls. "You two are okay with this, right?"

Kayla grumbled her disapproval, but nodded. "I'm a woman of my word. We're still not finished, drake, but I can respect your decision for now."

Opal was frowning, too, but the little frog didn't seem totally crushed. "Yeah, it's fine. I mean, as long as she leaves you at least one, it shouldn't be that big a problem -- you'll still produce plenty of what I need."

"Good," the dragoness replied, relief in her voice. "I'm glad you girls are okay with this. Because seriously, I cannot tell you how excited I am. This is going to be 
so much fun!"

"Uh, Lia--"

The female turned her attention back towards me, a huge smile plastered across her face. "Oh, I was going to ask you, P'oiu -- is there a particular way you want me to pop your ball? I've been trying to decide myself, but I'm not sure whether you prefer kicking or squeezing or--"

"Actually," I interrupted, wincing at the female's enthusiasm, "before we do anything like that, I was hoping I could ask for one more thing."

"You know, you're not really in a position to bargain," pointed out Kayla, prodding one of my heavy balls with a bare toe.

I swallowed nervously, remembering the damage that the orca's legs had done in the past. "I'm…quite aware of that. But please, at least hear me out."

"Oh." Lia paused. "Well…sure, I don't see why not."

I had half-expected Lia to start pounding away as soon as I picked her -- hell, the way she was eying my sac still made me feel less than comfortable -- but it appeared that she was willing to listen for now. "Well, you see," I began, trying not to sound too pathetic, "it's just…I'm still not sure how I feel about this whole nut-popping ceremony of yours. I know it's important to you, but I…I'm not sure it's really necessary, especially for a green dragon like me."

"Oh come on, you big baby, it's only one nut." Lia folded her arms across her breasts. "Besides, think about what comes afterwards -- once I pop one, you and I finally get to fuck each others' brains out. That'll be worth it, right?"

My member gave a faint twitch at the female's words, my eyes automatically drawn down towards her slit, but I forced myself to maintain focus. "See, that's the kind of thing I mean. Suppose you don't, uh…'succeed' at the ceremony. What happens then?"

"You mean if I can't burst one?" Lia thought for a moment. "Well, technically we still wouldn't be mates, so I guess we'd just have to keep trying or give up. But don't you worry, I'm pretty sure I can pop one. I've been thinking about it, and worst case, if I really bit down on one--"

"--but if you don't succeed," I interjected, cutting the dragoness off before she could get any more graphic, "then we're not mates, correct?"

"Correct," she nodded.

"So I just end up alone with bruised balls? Without a mate?"

Lia bit her lip. "Well…I could maybe take you to the council of elders back north and see if they'd let us be mates anyway, but yeah, that's basically right."

"That's what I thought." I let out a long sigh. "Do you see my problem? We've tried this before, and it didn't work, so why is this time any different? You're just going to spend an hour stomping on my junk, and as a reward I get…what? Nothing? That just doesn't seem fair to me."

"So…what do you propose, then?" asked the dragoness, sitting down on the patch of floor beside me. "Because I'll tell you right now: I'm not going to skip the nut-popping ceremony. It's too important."

"I figured you wouldn't…" I tossed my head back with a groan. "If that's what you have to do, then I guess I don't have a choice, but I just…I wish I could get some fucking 
relief, at least, before you start crushing my balls again. You've been teasing me and busting me nonstop ever since we met, and that whole time I've only been able to cum once. And even then, you were kneeing me in the crotch while I came."

There was a hint of a smile on Lia's face. "Yes, I remember."

"Do you understand, then? For god's sake, I'm a dragon -- I have needs. I just want a few minutes alone with a box of tissues. Is that so wrong?"

"Tell you what," the dragoness cooed, scooting closer to me. She let her hand rest on my thigh, her fingers lazily tracing their way upwards towards my groin. "You've been aching for me to get you off for quite a while now, right?"

"Uh…" Understatement of the century -- even now, the thought made my cock twitch. "Yeah."

"And I know those blue balls of yours are about ready to burst," she continued, her claws coming up to cradle the swollen orbs, "unless you get some relief, fast."

Again, understatement of the century. "Y-yeah," I said, fighting back a moan as she rolled the heavy spheres between her fingers. It felt like there were gallons of spunk stored up in there...

"Well, in that case I'm willing to make you an offer." Lia looked up at me, her hand drifting further northward to curl around my now-throbbing length. "If you let me do this, I'll give you a nice, slow handjob right now, whether I end up bursting your ball or not. What do you think?"

Oh god. I'd thought maybe I could resist the female and her ball-breaking charms, but the sensation of the dragoness's fingers wrapped around my straining shaft was quickly destroying the little resolve I had left. My nuts had given me nothing but trouble for weeks now -- how much did I really need them both, anyway? "N-no funny business?" I asked, my hips already starting to buck of their own accord.

The female grinned. "I promise, no nut-bashing until you've blown your load."

My head rolled back with a groan as she gave my length a firm squeeze, my dragonhood beginning to drool a thin stream of pre in response to her teasing strokes. Already I could feel the ache in my gonads beginning to fade, all those pent-up sperm sensing that they might finally see some release. Still, I wasn't going to give up quite that easily. I forced my gaze back down, locking eyes with the dragoness. "A--…Anal," I stuttered. "Make it anal and it's a deal."

Lia's expression darkened a bit, and her hand slid lower to encircle my scaly sac. "Don't get greedy," she grumbled, a warning in her voice as her grip tightened around the sensitive pair. "I'll make it a blowjob, but that's it."

I inhaled sharply as she bore down on my trapped testes, all too familiar with the damage those claws could do to my aching jewels. I didn't want to get her angry…but on the other hand, she would soon be trying to pop one of my plums whether she was angry or not. And since this might be my only chance… "A titfuck," I gasped, trying to ignore the pangs of agony shooting through my gut.

The female raised an eyeridge, but let go of my dragonmakers. "Fine," she agreed, her hand sliding upwards again to give my cock a friendly squeeze. "I'll give you a titfuck, and then you'll let the three of us girls try to flatten one of your spuds. Deal?"

The way she said it so matter-of-factly sent a shiver down my spine. Was it really that easy? I got to blow a load, and they got to reduce me to half a dragon? Still, I had to admit it was better than being blue-balled for another week, or waiting for some other crazy bitch to come and try to grind both my jewels into jelly. Maybe getting out with one intact wasn't such a bad deal after all -- especially if it meant I could finally tap that dragoness ass I'd been chasing forever.

I gave one last look down at my sac and then let out a long sigh. "…Alright," I said resignedly. "I'll do it."

"What was that?"

"I said I'll do it," I repeated, louder this time.

Lia shook her head. "No no, I want to hear you say the whole thing. Just so we're all clear."

I blinked. "Seriously?"


I gave the dragoness the best pleading look that I could, but she just stared back at me expectantly, waiting for me to finish. Bitch. I took a deep breath, then let it out slowly. A part of me still couldn't believe that I was doing this, but oh well -- there was no use turning back now. "Lia, if you give me a titfuck, I'll let you and the others…I'll let you all…uh…"

All three of the girls were leaning in towards me, waiting for me to finish. "Yes?" said Lia sweetly, smiling the widest smile I'd ever seen.

I swallowed, my throat dry. I couldn't look Lia in the eye as I said it -- instead my eyes fell from her face to her chest, the two bouncy orbs that I was receiving in exchange for one of my own. I just prayed it was all worth it. "I'll let you…pop one of my testicles," I finished, wincing as I guaranteed my own emasculation.

Lia gave a happy little squeal in response and bent down to give me a peck on the cheek. "Now that's more like it." She grinned. "Y'know, I've heard plenty of guys claim that they'd give their left nut to fuck me, but you're the first one who's actually lived up to it. I'm looking forward to this."

"I'm glad one of us is," I groaned.

The dragoness pouted. "Aww, come on, don't be like that. Besides, don't tell me you don't like these."

I went cross-eyed at the fine pair of tits that was suddenly shoved up against my muzzle, but they were only there for a moment before Lia began scooting down my torso, positioning herself for the task at hand. I couldn't help but moan as my cock rubbed up against her stomach for a moment, the throbbing length pressed between my body and hers, so close to that tight, wet slit -- but the moment quickly passed, leaving me dry-humping the air.

Not for long, though. A hot shiver ran up my spine as the red dragoness positioned herself between my legs, propping herself on her elbows. As I watched, the female took a moment to make herself comfortable, sandwiching my member between her supple breasts and grinning down at her prize with an almost predatory look.

She only had that look for a second,*but in that second I*had a powerful moment of deja vu -- remembering the first time I'd seen the dragoness crouched between my legs, with the same hungry look in her eyes, ready to swallow my length. The first time we'd met. It seemed forever ago, after all the madness I'd been through and all the hours I'd spent curled in the fetal position...but in reality, it had hardly been a week. Hell, it had only been two weeks since Kayla had walked into my cave and given me my first real nutbusting. Such a short time...and yet, I honestly couldn't remember any more what it was like to have balls that weren't bruised and blue. Maybe once Lia and I were mates, things would finally return to normal, and I'd never have to deal with such gut-wrenching agony again. Maybe...

But any other conscious thought of mine was cut short as Lia dove upon my cock, wrapping her lips around the thigh length and gulping it down. My eyes rolled back into my head with a moan as she rapidly swallowed inch after inch, sliding her tongue along the sensitive shaft as it disappeared down her throat. Instinctively I bucked my hips, but my restraints limited my movement, and Lia pushed down firmly on my waist, making sure that she could move at her own pace. There really wasn't much I could do except to groan incoherently and stare down at the gorgeous female sucking me off.

And god, was she fun to watch. The dragoness obviously took pride in her work, and she certainly seemed to be enjoying herself, judging from the intensity with which she attended to my aching member. I watched transfixed as my dragonhood slid between her lips, in and out, the female swallowing me to the hilt for a moment, then pulling back to suckle at just the head, the rest of my rod glistening with her spit and surrounded by the warm flesh of her breasts. I could feel myself melting into the ground as Lia slaved over my pride, licking up one side and swirling her tongue around the tip before teasing her way back down the underside of my shaft. At one point, she even dared to go lower, nuzzling at my scaly sac, then gently sucking on each of my cum-swollen balls, rolling each orb in her mouth for a moment before letting it slip free once again.

In hindsight, I realize Lia probably had some rather interesting thoughts on her mind -- like how for one of my balls, this was the last time*she'd ever suck on the swollen orb before pounding it into paste --*but at the time, the thought of my imminent ballbusting was the very last thing on my mind. Lia was my entire world as she lay there, bobbing her head up and down on my member, flooding my body with impossible waves of pleasure and slowly working me towards an earth-shaking climax.*When she came up for air for a moment, she was grinning, a thin line of saliva running from her lips to the twitching, throbbing cock between her breasts. She shot a seductive smile my way, then looked to the side. "Hey girls," she called out, "enjoying the show?"

In my lust-induced stupor, I had sort of forgotten that there was anyone else in the room (or for that matter, anyone else in the universe). I glanced to my right to find the other two females, one still as composed as ever, the other...a little less so.

Haah." Kayla was leaned up against the wall, one hand kneading at her chest, the other pistoning furiously between her legs. "Fuck, Lia, I'm not even a guy and I'm turned on. Mmnh!" The orca's eyes slid shut as she leaned back further, her mouth half-open in a panting grin.

Opal's reaction wasn't nearly so pornographic, but she still was blushing hotly, and her*sari definitely looked a bit...disheveled. "Y-Yes," the frog stuttered, fidgeting nervously, "you're,'re obviously quite good at what you do."

"Thanks." The dragoness smiled. "I'm certainly enjoying myself -- aren't you, P'oiu?"

I tried to put together an intelligent response, but when I opened my mouth all that came out was a throaty moan. My toeclaws scratched lines into the floor as the female ran her tongue up the underside of my member, earning a short spurt of pre for her efforts.

Lia chuckled, watching my body writhe pleasurably in response. "Yeah, I thought so. Well then, I suppose we can drag this out for another minute or two."

And just like that, the dragoness picked up where she had left off, sucking and slurping at the pole between my legs. Once again, I felt all conscious thought melt away, my entire world reduced to the sexy female whose tongue was currently dancing around my shaft. I couldn't imagine anything better, and so I happily just lay there, moaning my lust as I was serviced by the girl of my dreams.

But of course, all good things must come to an end.*I gladly would have spent forever with Lia slaving over my cock, and*I wish I could have held out at least a little longer, but after all the cockteasing I'd endured, there was no holding myself back. I watched as the dragoness worked her way down my length one more time, working feverishly to swallow every last inch.*I knew that the moment she reached the base, I was going to blow my load --*and sure enough, as soon as she did, I came like a geyser.

To her credit, Lia swallowed down the first shot, which erupted with so much force I'm surprised she didn't have a coughing fit. As it was, her eyes went wide and she immediately came up on my shaft, the thick length slipping from her lips with a wet 
pop*just as another rope of seed fired over her shoulder. The female squeezed her breasts tightly around the twitching length as it spewed a seemingly endless torrent of spunk, coating pretty much everything in the area with a layer of dragonseed, my balls unleashing their genetic gift in copious amounts. After a moment Lia grabbed my twitching rod in one hand and gave it a few rapid strokes, my shaft as stiff as an iron bar in the dragoness's grip.*And me? I just babbled like a maniac, my entire body twitching as I exploded for only the second time all week, my balls emptying themselves until finally my cock slumped exhaustedly between the female's tits.

Lia watched my member twitch and throb for a few more moments, spitting out a few last strings of seed that dribbled down onto her rack. "Well that didn't take long," she said with a smirk, reaching up to wipe a strand of spunk from her face. "Guess I've still got it, huh?"

god, yes."*I happily murmured my agreement, my eyes half-lidded as I basked in a well-deserved afterglow. I could tell the whole area around me was now a cum-splattered mess, and I knew I was just minutes away from more horrible ballpain, but damned if I cared.Man,*that orgasm had been a long time coming -- and holy fuck*did Lia know how to please a guy.

"Wow." Apparently I had even caught Opal in the spray, as the frog was currently standing in a small puddle of the stuff, her sari soaked with my seed. The female didn't seem upset, fact, quite the opposite. "Uh...P'oiu, I don't think I've ever seen you cum so much," she said, chuckling. "There's enough here for a hundred potions, easy. "

"Glad to hear it," I replied, panting. "That...that oughta make up for the week I was gone, right?" Man, I was a fucking 
stud. Not even Lia's constant ball-bashing could stop my spuds from churning it out.

"Yeah, and then some." Carefully she peeled the wet cloth of her wrap away from her shoulder. "I mean, I think my clothes are completely ruined, but I don't even care. That was incredible."

"Y'know, I'm curious -- what exactly do you use his spunk for, anyway?" Lia looked over as the smaller female began to disrobe, unwinding the cum-soaked strip from her body.*"I mean, besides bathing in the stuff."

Opal blushed, brushing a thick glob of my seed from her bare thigh. She watched the gooey spunk drip from her fingers for a moment before she continued her undressing. "Well, it's got really strong medicinal properties -- healing, strengthening, regeneration. Most of it I use for my own potions, but I also resell some of it to other potion makers. Dragons like him are pretty rare nowadays, so people are willing to pay quite a bit for a jar or two."

I had to admit,*I was curious too -- I'd never asked Opal much about her work. Of course, I was also quite interested to see her nude again, and if I kept her talking, she'd probably feel more comfortable stripping down...

"Is it really that great?" I asked, my length giving a post-orgasmic twitch*as I caught a glimpse of the frog's round rear. "People will pay that much for dragon sperm?"

"Green dragon sperm, yeah." Opal turned to glance back in my me a wonderful view of her topless chest in the process. Good god, that girl was stacked. "Like I said, it's really powerful stuff...I mean, your spunk is the whole reason your body's so indestructible."

I blinked, forcing my eyes up from her generous rack. "Uh...what do you mean?"

"You know: your toughness, your regeneration, all that stuff." The female saw my look of incomprehension and stopped.*" do know that stuff, right?"

" Should I?"

"Seriously?" Opal let out a heavy sigh, shaking her head. "For god's sake, P'oiu -- why did you 
think I was coming by every week to harvest your seed?"

I'd never really considered that question, to be honest -- I was just happy to have a sexy female who wanted to watch me jerk it every week or two. I'd never thought about what was in it for her. "Uh...I guess I just assumed you enjoyed the experience?

Opal rolled her eyes, but smiled a bit. "Well...I do enjoy it, P'oiu, but that's not what keeps my business going. Didn't anybody ever teach you about dragon biology? I mean, I know it's not a common subject in general, but I just assumed that since you 

"Cut to the chase, short stuff." Kayla had apparently recovered from her solo session and walked over to join the other girls, her arms folded across her bare breasts. "Give us the abridged version -- what's so special about him?"

"Mmm," echoed Lia, a genuine look of curiosity on her face. A shiver passed through my body as the dragoness shifted to a seated position, my cock slipping from between her breasts to lie against my stomach.

"Well, it's not terribly complicated," answered Opal. The little frog -- now just as nude as the rest of us -- hopped up and took a seat on Lia's lap, looking down at my scaly sac. "Like I said, his spunk has really strong healing properties, and that has an effect on his whole body. It makes him a lot more resistant to injury, and even if he did get injured somehow, it'd heal really fast. In order to provide that kind of protection, though, his body has to constantly make more of the stuff.*That's one of the reasons southern dragons like him are so damn horny all the time -- their balls are constantly producing spunk in order to protect their bodies. In fact, when a male is attacked, his testicles actually start churning out even more sperm than usual...which, uh, probably has something to do with why you just came so hard, P'oiu."

Kayla laughed. "Wait -- are you trying to tell me that dragon-boy here has magical gonads or something?"

Opal blushed hotly. "It sounds kind of ridiculous when you put it that way, but...yeah, basically. It doesn't make him invulnerable to pain, obviously, but it does make him very resistant to any serious damage." The female glanced down at my junk again. "Honestly, P'oiu, that's probably the only reason your balls are still intact right now, after having them squashed flat so many times. Pretty much any other guy would just have a sac full of mush at this point."

I cringed at that thought -- and at the larger implications of what she was saying. "So...basically the reason I'm so indestructible is because of my balls, yes?"

The frog nodded. "Yes."

"Because my balls are full of some sort of magical spunk."


I let out an aggravated sigh. "Then why the hell is it so goddamn 
painful whenever some chick kicks me in the nuts?"

Opal managed to keep a straight face, but I could see both Lia and Kayla grinning at my question. "Well," the frog answered, "that's just how it is, I guess. Your healing powers won't do anything to stop the pain, but at least they'll make sure that you stay in one piece. That's something, right?"

Well wasn't that just terribly convenient -- no wonder I made such a convenient punching bag for every female I met. I got to experience all the terrible agony of getting my balls blasted with none of the actual danger. And of course, that also explained why a certain female had failed thus far in turning my gonads into goo...

Lia seemed to be thinking the same thing.*"So...does that mean that they can't pop, then?" the dragoness asked, an obvious hint of disappointment in her voice. "I assumed I just wasn't trying hard enough before, but if they're really that indestructible..."

"I don't know, to be honest." The frog frowned. "I mean, they're not totally unbreakable, just...hard to crack. You have to realize, though, it'd be incredibly difficult -- they're probably the most well-protected part of his body."

"'Well-protected'?" I echoed, thinking of all the times I'd been floored by a kick to the groin. "Really?"

Opal smiled. "Well, maybe not the most well-protected, but certainly the most durable. I mean, that's where your spunk is made, and if you've only come twice in the past week, then your balls are probably full of the stuff."

"Even after 
that?" asked Lia. The ruby-colored dragoness glanced down at herself, her tits still splattered with my seed -- not to mention the pool of spunk that was now forming on the stone floor. "I assumed that was all of it."

The smaller female chuckled. "You're good, Lia, but you're not that good. Trust me, if I know P'oiu, there's more where that came from -- and there's no way you'll be able to pop a testicle while he's still pent up."

"What if he wasn't pent up, then?" chimed in Kayla. "What if you emptied his balls first, and then tried to pop one?"

"Huh...that's a good question." Opal thought for a moment. "It would definitely make things I said, his spunk is the only reason his nuts are still intact right now. If you could make him cum a few more times, it'd certainly improve your chances."

It felt more than a little odd to be listening to the three females as they discussed the logistics of bursting my ball...particularly Opal, who had been arguing to save both my spuds until just a few minutes ago. Lia's oral talents had done a lot to distract me from what lay ahead, but now I found that familiar sinking feeling returning to my gut.*I tried to distract myself by focusing on the array of fine female bodies around me: firm tits and asses, bared hips and thighs...

"Really?!" Lia suddenly sounded a lot more hopeful, the female perking up at Opal's latest comment. "You think there's a chance, then?"

The little female nodded. "Yeah, I think. As long as you can get him to blow his load again."

The dragoness frowned a bit at that suggestion. "Well I mean, I could, but...even what we did just now was a pretty big stretch of the rules. I don't know how things work down here in the south, but in the north a*dragoness isn't supposed to make her man cum until they're mated."

"Well then, maybe Opal can do it." Kayla grinned over at the frog.*"You're a spunky girl, right? Maybe you can make him blow one more time while he's still all there?"

Opal blushed, but didn't reject the idea. "T-that's true, I could. I mean, it's not like I haven't done it before..."

"Great! Then Lia and I can bash up his nut, and P'oiu here will end up with one less testicle." The orca smirked, planting a hand on her hip. "What are we waiting for? Let's get this show on the road!"

However, Opal still had something on her mind. "Actually, wait..."*The frog glanced up at Lia. "You're only popping one, right?"

"Just one," the dragoness confirmed.

Definitely*just one," I repeated, wincing.

"Huh." Opal frowned. "Well...I'm not sure how it'll work if you leave him one gonad. I mean, his good nut will keep trying to heal his other nut, no matter how hard you try to pop it. You might just not be able to do enough damage.*I know this mating ceremony is important to you, but you should probably keep that in mind."

"Mmm." Lia looked down at me, her brow furrowed in though. "Well, it still sounds like the best option we've got. It's worth a try, right?"

"Agreed." Kayla took a few steps closer, looking at my hefty sac and then glancing down at her own bare legs. The orca drummed her toes against the ground.*"I wanna see one of these suckers pop!"

Opal nodded her agreement. "As long as you both understand that this whole thing is just an educated guess. I could be completely wrong.*It's not like there's a lot of research on ruptured dragon testicles -- this is kind of a first."*The female blushed. "I'm pretty curious to find out what happens, honestly. This should be kinda fun."

"So wait, you 
want*to pop one now?" Kayla grinned. "Had a change of heart or something? I thought you didn't want us to damage your big ol' spunk machine."

"Well, I mean…if you're going to do it anyway, I have always wanted to see one of P'oiu's nuts pop." The frog was blushing fiercely now. "Y'know, for…for research, not because it turns me on. I mean, not that it 
does*turn me on--"

Again, I tried to ignore the terrible sinking feeling in my stomach. 
Tits and asses, hips and thighs...

Kayla chuckled. "Whatever you say, babe. Lia, are we gonna do this?"

The dragoness paused for a long moment, first looking down at my sac, then raising her gaze to meet my eyes, then looking back down at my ballbag once more. Her look grew firm. "Let's do it," Lia confirmed, nodding her head.