Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Dragon Slaying snippets: My Main Squeeze

This was written for the weekly challenge series on the new furry ballbusting forum. This week's theme is ball-squeezing, and I thought it seemed like a good opportunity to revisit some of my favorite characters.

I hope y'all enjoy P'oiu and Lia as much as I do! I'm considering doing more snippets with them in the future – if that sounds like something you'd enjoy, chime in and let me know.

(Side note: the #1 thing I miss about about the Underground League website is being able to battle P'oiu vs. Lia. I do enjoy some swollen dragon balls :P)

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It wasn’t at all unusual to wake up with Lia’s claws wrapped around my dragonmakers – after all, she was rather fond of the pair. But after a few months of living with a born ballbuster, you learned to tell the difference between “cupping” and “gripping”. And this was definitely the later.

Sure enough, I opened my eyes to find the dragoness propped on one elbow beside me, still beneath the bedcovers but already wide awake. The look on her face was one I’d seen many times in the year since we’d become mates – a mischevious grin with a flash of teeth. That was usually the last thing I saw before Lia’s tailtip flicked up into my ballsac, or her foot slammed up between my legs, or any other time she chose to casually rack me during the course of the day (which was often). After a year of conditioning, the sight automatically made my balls start retreating into my body – though oddly, it also sent a strong throb through my member.

This time, however, was slightly different. For one thing, the female had a very secure grip – my poor stones had no chance of retreating. And for another, there was something else in her look that was less familiar. Excitement? Nervousness?

“...Good morning?” I said tentatively.

“Good morning,” she replied smoothly. “Sleep well?”

“Y-yeah.” I felt her fingers move beneath the sheets as she adjusted her grip, and I couldn’t help but swallow nervously. “Can I, uh...ask what’s going on?”

Her grin grew wider. “I’ll give you three guesses, stud.”

This sounded dangerous. “And...if I guess wrong?”

The bed rustled ever so slightly, and suddenly I was wide awake.

Ah.” It was only a warning squeeze, but it was enough to know that she meant business. “Got it.”

“Good.” The dragoness scooted closer and pressed her naked body up against my side, so that her arm didn’t have quite so far to reach. She rolled my left nut carefully in her fingers, and my gut lurched as her claws dimpled the surface of the rubbery orb. “Then start guessing.”

It probably would have been easier to think without a nude dragoness lying beside me, or without the threat of impending testicular agony...but there was no avoiding either of those things with Lia. I shook my head to clear my thoughts. “Um. Did I oversleep?”

I felt the answer before I heard it. I bit back back a groan as a sudden jolt of nutache shot up my spine, my leg twitching involuntarily in response.

“Wrong,” replied Lia, smiling sweetly.

She held the squeeze, and after a few moments the sharp pain gave way to a duller throb. The ache spread slowly through my groin. I exhaled tensely. A year ago, a grip like this would have had me hyperventilating and begging for release...but after a year with Lia, I had learned to tolerate a little discomfort. (And besides, this was nothing compared to actually losing a nut.)

Still, another wrong guess would make things a lot worse. I tried to focus. Why would she wake me up like this? It seemed important...unless she was just fucking with me, of course. Was I forgetting something? But what?

Maybe...maybe Opal was visiting today. It had been a few weeks since we’d last seen the frog, and Lia did have a habit of throwing in a few extra nutshots when our friends were around. (At one point, Opal might have scolded that behavior – but ever since she’d seen my destroyed nut literally rebuild itself, Opal had grown much more casual about bashing up my balls. Much to Lia’s delight.)

It was worth a guess. “...Do we have company?” I asked hesitantly.

“Nope.”

Lia’s claws tightened another notch, and this time I couldn’t help but moan. My toeclaws curled as the nutache spread further through my abdomen, nausea building in my stomach. Beneath the sheets, my scaly spuds bulged inside the female’s clenched fist, the poor orbs beginning to deform under the pressure. I could feel one of her clawtips digging into the center of my right nut – like a skewer trying to stab through my sac, or a needle about to pop a balloon.

If it had been difficult to think before, now it was nearly impossible. I grit my teeth and fought the urge to pry her fingers away – I knew from experience that that only led to more agony. I had to be forgetting something...what was I forgetting? An important date?

That didn’t quite seem right either, but it was my best shot left, and fuck was I eager to get her hands away from my huevos. “It’s not...is it our anniversary?” I asked, my voice cracking.

Lia was not amused. “Wrong again,” she answered – and clamped down with her full strength.

I have to say: there’s nothing more nauseating for a male then the moment when your testicles lose their natural shape. (I say this as a guy who has gotten his balls bashed up more times than he can count.) Any time a girl slams her knee up between your legs, there’s a split second where your eggs are totally scrambled – crushed between your pelvis and her kneecap like pancakes. It’s excrutiating. And when your nuts are in a dragoness’s fist, squishing out between her claws like a pair of cheap stress balls – well, that’s a whole different league of agony.

After all the trauma that my balls had survived, the rational part of my brain knew I was in no serious danger. But the irrational part...well, let’s just say that a pair of ruptured dragon testicles seemed like a very real possibility.

“OKAY OKAY I GIVE UP JUST LET GO!!” My voice had jumped at least an octave – as it usually did when Lia was flattening my gonads to their limits. “FUCK, LIA, MY BALLS!

“I’m not letting go until you guess!” she shouted back. She had rolled on top of me now, trying to keep me pinned in place as she crushed the spunk out of my jewels. (I imagine it was a bit like riding in a rodeo, with the way I was bucking beneath her.)

“THEN I NEED A HINT!” I squealed. “BEFORE YOU BREAK SOMETHING!”

“Oh, I wouldn’t be worried about that – your nuts are working just fine.” Lia adjusted her grip, and I let out a fresh mewl of testicular torment. “Otherwise I wouldn’t be looking at baby names.”

My mate looked down at me expectantly, but with nausea and nutache clouding my thoughts, it took a moment to process exactly what she’d said. When I did, it hit me like a stomp to the groin. “You’re...you’re pregnant?!” I squawked, in a mix of agony and disbelief.

She grinned again. “You bet your balls I am!”

The dragoness gave one last extra-strong squeeze – which sent stars through my vision – before she let my gonads pop out from between her fingers. Instantly I curled into the fetal position, hands flying to my tortured groin.

Lia watched me with amusement for a few minutes, waiting as I moaned and groaned through the worst of the pain. Finally she moved closer, wrapping an arm around my chest and spooning me from behind.

“So what do you think, dad-to-be?” Her bare breasts pressed against my back. “Good news, right?”

“That’s...that’s wonderful,” I wheezed, claws latched tight around my sac. The orbs within were still sending waves of pain through my gut, protesting their mistreatment – but at least they were intact. “But why the...ohhhhh...why my nuts?

“Eh. Call it a pregnancy craving. The first of many, no doubt.” She leaned in and kissed me on the forehead. “Besides – this is all their fault.”

I just closed my eyes and tried not to throw up.

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Pokemon busting blurbs 9-10 (+ MLP bonus snippet #2)


I'm writing these at a glacial pace, but I still haven't abandoned the project! All those 'mon balls aren't going to abuse themselves :P

Also: if you like furry ballbusting, GO CHECK OUT THE FURRY BALLBUSTING FORUM! http://furrybb.myforum.ro. There's some excellent stuff, and you should all be signed up and contributing. GO GO GO!

P.S. If you have any ideas for future Pokemon/MLP ballbusting blurbs, be sure to leave 'em in the comments! I might not ever get to all the suggestions, but it's good to have inspiration :)


Vulpix (F) vs. Lucario (M)

It wasn’t the first time she’d held a male’s testicle in her paws – nor was it the first time she’d squeezed a gonad like she was juicing an orange. And yet as the Vulpix bore down, her thumbs sinking deep into the center of the Lucario’s nut, the female couldn’t help thinking that she must somehow be doing it wrong. Otherwise, wouldn’t he be begging for mercy?

“Ohhhhhhh, fuck. You’ve got practice.” The male had long since given up on trying to stand – it was all he could do just to stay conscious as his opponent tried to scramble his egg. And yet the Lucario was making no effort to escape. If anything, he was encouraging his attacker, his hips thrust forward into her brutal squeeze, his arms folded behind his head as he watched the naked fox do her worst. “Ohh!

The Vulpix grit her teeth as she adjusted her grip, but suddenly the rubbery sphere popped free, squirting out from between her fingers like a ball shot from a cannon. She could see the stab of pain that went through him as his spud reinflated to its usual round shape: the twitch in his leg, the tightening of his chest muscles. His eyes went unfocused for a moment, his lips parting slightly in a silent oh.

Then her furry fist slammed up between his legs, driving both orbs into his pelvis, and the Lucario was silent no more. “Sh-...shit!” he squeaked, voice jumping an octave as the fox found her grip again, this time attacking both balls at once. His body shook as she ground his testicles together, his swollen spunkmakers rearranging themselves around her fingertips in an effort not to collapse under the pressure. And yet still, the male made no move to stop her. “You...you’re stronger than you look!” he warbled, his voice high and weak, yet unshakably confident.

The fire-type growled dangerously. “Do you want me to pop them?” she growled.

“I’d like to see you try,” he shot back.

The fox narrowed her eyes. “That can be arranged.”

“Ohhhh...ohh! Oh ARCEUS!



Umbreon (M) vs. Blaziken (F)

Ten seconds later and they would have missed each other entirely – but it was just one of those days for the Umbreon. As he rounded the corner, lost in thought about tomorrow’s midterm, the male walked smack dab into the Blaziken from down the hall...still dripping wet from her shower, and wrapped in only a towel. Both ‘mon jumped in surprise, and the Umbreon threw his hands up in apology, accidentally knocking the towel from her body. His eyes widened at the sight of the female’s bare breasts...just as her foot came rocketing up between his legs in an instinctive kick, driving his family jewels into his throat.

A burst of pain exploded in his groin, and the dark-type doubled over with a quiet squeak, falling forward – directly onto the Blaziken. His face landed between her breasts, and by the time the Umbreon realized just how much danger he was in, the fire-type had already drawn her leg back for a second blow. This time her knee crushed his poor testicles to a fraction of their usual plumpness, his left nut slipping out of the way, but his right nut taking the full force of the blow. It was a small miracle that the orb didn’t burst as it was flattened between kneecap and pelvis, sending a massive wave of nausea into his gut. His muzzle opened to make some cry of pain – and then the male’s eyes rolled back into his head as he slumped to the ground, collapsing in a heap at the Blaziken’s feet.

“Perv!” spat the female, still fuming. She turned and stomped away down the hall, leaving the unconscious Umbreon (and his two swollen testicles) for someone else to discover.



Cadance and Shining Armor (MLP)

Cadance looked at her fiancĂ© with no small amount of irritation. “Are you disagreeing with me?”

“I guess I am–ah!”

The stallion suddenly looked queasy, his eyes going unfocused and his jaw falling slack. The unicorn’s horn sparked weakly as instinct kicked in, trying to cast a defensive spell – but then the foreign magic reached its intended target, and all the male’s resistance broke.

Across from him, the alicorn princess grinned maliciously, her own horn lit with a malevolent green light. “Oh dear, are you getting another one of your ‘headaches’?” Casually she stepped around the rigid male, in order to better examine her handiwork.

Shining Armor’s mouth moved, but no sound came out. Between his hind legs, his two heavy coltmakers were bathed in a sickly glow. The impressive orbs squirmed in his sac of their own accord, as if trying to retreat into his abdomen, but that did nothing to soothe the gut-wrenching nausea radiating from his groin.

Cadance narrowed her eyes, and suddenly the skin around his gonads grew taut. The unicorn let out a squawk of pain as his left nut was crushed by an invisible force, his eyes watering at the sudden bolt of testicular agony. His gonad instantly abandoned its usual round shape and flattened like a pancake, as though it were being stomped beneath an angry mare’s hoof.

Training for the Royal Guard had never prepared him for this. “Gyah!”

“Feeling better?” asked Cadance, a smirk playing at one corner of her mouth. Already, she was probably doing permanent damage to the stallion – but a few more pounds of pressure, and Ol’ Lefty would be nothing but plum pudding. Briefly, she considered it...but the risk of blowing her cover was too great. Besides, there would always be time to grind his gonads to goo after the changelings took over Equestria...

Saturday, October 27, 2012

Take two! Furry ballbusting forum is up again


The ProBoards forum got shut down (should have read the TOS more carefully, sorry), but this one oughta stay up – hosted in Russia, erotica explicitly allowed, etc.

http://furrybb.myforum.ro/

Join! Post! Bust! :P

Monday, October 22, 2012

New! Furry ballbusting forum


Let's see if we can get this off the ground:

http://furrybb.proboards.com/ (got shut down, whoops)

http://furrybb.myforum.ro/
Join! Post! Bust! :P

Friday, September 28, 2012

Pokemon busting blurbs 1-8 (+ MLP bonus snippet)

Here's what I've got so far. Enjoy! :)

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Mewtwo (F) vs. Umbreon (M)

Sure, she was a powerful opponent, but it should have been a fair fight with the type advantage.

Should have been.

The Umbreon let out another agonized squeak as an Iron Tail crashed up between his legs, flattening his spunkmakers to a fraction of their usual plumpness. The force of the blow lifted him up onto his toes, the bulk of his body weight resting on the poor, poor orbs between his legs until the female withdrew her tail and let him crumple to the ground.

"Oh god," he moaned, clutching his swollen basket in his paws. He'd given up any chance of winning the match – now the goal was just to survive with his testicles intact. "My balls!"

"Honestly," she asked, sounding almost bored, "you're a male and a Dark-type. Did you think I wouldn't learn Low Kick?"

He opened his mouth to reply, but by then she'd slammed Low Kick #3 into his crotch, and his balls were in his throat again.



Arcanine (F) vs. Houndoom (M)

Her arms were wrapped around him: her bare breasts pressed against his back, one paw running through his chestfur and the other gently encircling his balls. The Houndoom trembled in her embrace, cock twitching with arousal. It could easily have been the hottest moment of his life – if not for the fact that the Arcanine had spent the past fifteen minutes trying to crush his nuts into peanut butter.

“Go ahead,” she had crooned. “I’ll let you finish.”

And so the male was stroking himself off, despite the crowd of thousands watching them both; trying not to think about how this might be his last chance to orgasm. If she decided to squeeze...

But he was close now, oh so close. In a few seconds–...well, in a few seconds he’d probably have a sac full of mush, but if he was lucky, he’d get to blow his load first. One last blast of spunk. Maybe they’d even scrape some up; the Houndoom could still have pups.

His breath grew shallower, his length like a bar of iron in his paw. To his immense relief, the Arcanine withdrew the paw around his balls, pulling at his chest, her breath hot on his ear. To his immense surprise, she slid her paw downwards again, grabbing his cock roughly, beating him off like a woman possessed. That was all it took. His lips parted in an orgasmic cry–

–and her knee slammed into his groin, popping his left nut like a grape.

By the time her knee came up again and turned his other gonad to goo, the poor Houndoom had already passed out. And so he was unable to enjoy it when, a moment later, he finally exploded into his opponent’s paw...and unable to stop it as the Arcanine licked his unborn children off her fingers.



Dragonite (F) vs. Aggron (M)

“Holy shit!” screeched the Aggron.

“Huh? You see?” The Dragonite had her arms folded across her bare breasts, scowling down at the steel-type on the ground beneath her. Her foot was planted firmly on his swollen plums, the twin spheres bulging out beneath her massive weight like a pair of balloons about to pop. “You should be resistant to an attack like Outrage, and yet here you are, squealing like a Tepig from a few stomps to the groin.”

“My nuts–!” the Aggron wailed, clutching at her leg.

“Do you get it? ‘Balls of steel’ aren’t really an advantage because they’re still balls.” She shifted her weight forward for emphasis, her opponent’s testicles somehow flattening even further under the tremendous pressure. “And if you swing them in some girl’s face like that, you can expect them to get stomped!

“Oh Arceus!” the male shrieked, scrabbling even more frantically at the female’s calf as she bore down on his tortured stones.

“Understood?” the Dragonite asked threateningly.

“Oh please yes please PLEASE–”

The Aggron gasped in sudden relief as the female lifted her foot, his gonads reinflating to some approximation of their usual round shape – only to be crushed once more by a vicious Dragon Tail. The male let out a thin high squeal as her tail came crashing down once, twice, thrice between his legs, each time pounding his manhood to the very edge of rupture.

She paused after four, then shrugged. “One more for good measure.”

It was impossible to hear over the mighty thud of the female’s tail striking the ground, but both combatants felt the tiny pop.

The Dragonite’s eyes widened ever so slightly in surprise. “You see?” she growled. “Even more fragile than I thought.”



Lopunny (F) vs. Lucario (M)

She was a stunner alright – tall and leggy, exactly what he’d always liked in her species. Awesome tits, too. And the type advantage meant that it would be an easy battle – a chance to rub elbows (and other parts, hopefully) before he knocked her out.

Of course, that was before she’d punted his balls into his throat a dozen times. Now he was beginning to wonder how he had ever found a Lopunny’s legs sexy.

Please,” the Lucario gasped, but it was no use: yet another Low Kick came slamming into his groin, his gonads squishing between the female’s toes in an attempt to avoid the brutal impact. The male squealed in agony, twitching on the ground as another wave of nausea exploded forth from his spunkmakers.

The steel-type had long ago stopped trying to counter-attack – now he just tried to curl into the fetal position and protect himself from any more ball-breaking blows. But the Lopunny just grabbed him by the ankles, spread his legs wide, and kept kicking.

Please–!

“Shut up and take it like a man,” she growled, delivering another kick for emphasis, “while you still can.”

He was already beyond saving. He had to be. And yet it still came as a surprise when it finally happened.

Splut.

The Lucario’s squeal jumped an octave as his right egg burst, its contents utterly scrambled by the force of the female’s kick. The pain in his groin doubled – something he would have thought impossible a moment earlier.

He looked up in time to see the Lopunny grinning, cocking her leg back for another blow.

Thud.

Thud.

Th-splut.



Alakazam (F) vs. Scyther (M)

Thunk. It was such a small, quiet impact that you might have missed it if not for the Scyther’s reaction.

Fuck!” the male groaned, doubling over as another wave of nutpain echoed through his gut. It was getting worse with each hit – his testicles felt bruised. He spun to knock aside the implement behind him, but the floating spoon was already gone. “You can’t...this isn’t fair!

“Oh can’t I?” The Alakazam side-stepped as the bug swiped at her, his arm-blades hitting nothing but air. Her spoon floated casually back into her hand. “You seemed to be enjoying it a minute ago.”

“That was...oh...that was different,” he complained, struggling to maintain focus. “You...nngh...nggha...

The female was sticking her tongue out at him – which was appropriate, given what she was doing to his cock. The Scyther could have sworn someone was sucking him off, but all that surrounded his maleness was a cool blue glow. His legs trembled as the psychic force caressed his member, the pink length throbbing needfully in the open air.

And then her spoon was back, striking his right nut with a thud that sent his ballbag swinging. “Gah! You bitch!” he spat, fighting the urge to crumple to his knees.

Her teasing smile turned into a icy frown. “Well if you wanted me to be mean, you just had to ask.”

Before the male knew what was happening, his legs had been yanked apart by a strong psychic pull, and the Alakazam’s foot was buried in his groin.



Dragonair (F) vs. Charizard (M)

It was an incredibly stupid mistake. If you’re a fire-type, what should you avoid? THE WATER. And yet the Dragonair had teased him, seduced him, distracted him enough to get him to the edge of the pool – then dragged him under. Now it was all the male could do to keep his tailflame lit and to gasp lungfuls of air when she let him breach the surface.

The female was still down between his legs, where she’d been for the last several minutes: her lips wrapped tightly around his shaft, sucking fervently at his hard red length. The Charizard shuddered with pleasure, resisting the urge to look down at the nubile young female. He was dangerously close – one look at that grinning face, those gorgeous tits, those curvy hips, and he was sure to blow. And then...well...

As if on cue, another uppercut came rocketing into his ballsac, crushing his hefty dragonmakers up into his groin. Even with the knowledge that it was coming, the Charizard couldn’t help but groan, bubbles of air escaping from his mouth as his body instinctively tried to double over. She’d been pounding on his plums ever since he’d entered the water, tenderizing the poor orbs with blow after blow. If was no longer a question of whether she was going to neuter him – the question was when.

Suddenly a hand yanked down on his sac, and the male looked down in surprise and alarm.

That was mistake #2.

He locked eyes with the busty female, watching her lips slide up the length of his dragonhood until the whole length popped free. She gave one long lick along the underside, from base to tip – and he exploded, a mighty spurt of seed clouding the water.

In response the Dragonair tightened her grip around the base of his sac, holding his nuts in place as her other fist came crashing upwards: once, twice–

Pop!

–three times, four times–

Pop!

And a few more times for good measure, why not.



Mesprit (F) vs. Azelf (M) and Uxie (M)

The reasoning had seemed quite sound in the locker room, when the two of them were discussing battle strategy.

“There’s two of us and one of her!” Uxie had said. “And we’re all Psychics – it’s not like she’ll have a type advantage or anything.”

“Exactly.” Azelf nodded. “Even if she manages to surprise one of us, the other can swoop in an take her out.”

It was all very reassuring. But somehow, the two males had failed to note that Mesprit had two hands. Two hands that were currently clamped very, very tightly around two different sets of gonads.

“My nuts!” squealed two abnormally high-pitched voices.

“What’s that, boys?” The female was grinning, but there were beads of sweat on her forehead. 2-on-1 was more difficult, she had to admit – it was tricky to keep hold of just one twitching male, never mind two.

Then again, it was infinitely satisfying to tighten her grip and hear two different voices squealing for mercy, their frantic pleas overlapping each other in a tangled mess of “please” and “oh Arceus” and “they’re gonna pop!”. Or she could alternate squeezes: left, right, squeak, squawk. It was like playing an instrument.

She did that now, arm muscles bulging as she suddenly doubled the pressure on Uxie’s poor plums. The round orbs squished out between her fingers and the male let out a renewed wail, clutching at her closed fist in an attempt to pry it open.

She held the squeeze for a few more seconds, then turned back to Azelf with a smirk. “Now your turn.”

“Oh fuck not my baaaallls!



Dewott (M) vs. Absol (M)

He’d tried to be reasonable – really, he had. His Absol opponent radiated smugness, but that wasn’t reason enough to hate him. Nor was his refusal to shake hands before the match (even if it was unsportsmanslike). Sucker Punch was a legal move, even to the groin (though it hurt like a motherfucker), and so was Taunt (though, again, following one with the other was rather unsportsmanlike). This was the Underground League, and dirty tactics were a standard part of battle.

No, the Dewott could have looked past all that if the Absol hadn’t literally cock-slapped him while he was down. Now the water-type was seeing red, glaring daggers at his opponent. Not that the Absol seemed to care – the dark-type just watched casually, picking a bit of dirt from one of his claws as the Dewott climbed back to his feet.

“Seriously, this is pathetic.” The disaster Pokemon gave a condescending smile. “Do you want to just give up now? Or would you rather suck me off fi–URK!

A sudden burst of water pushed the male backwards, his arms windmilling as he tried to keep his balance; another burst struck him square in the chest, knocking him on to his back with a thud. The Absol’s groan of pain jumped sharply in pitch as another blast hit home squarely between his legs, his furry sac pounded by a focused Water Gun. The male tried to double up and protect himself, but the Dewott’s foot was already on his chest, pushing him back down to the dirt.

“Will you please,” intoned the Dewott testily, “just shut. up?!”

The Absol opened his mouth in response, but any reply was drowned out by the deluge of water that came pounding down on his poor plums, his testicles crushed beneath the full onslaught of a point-blank Hydro Pump. The male seemed frozen for a long moment, every muscle tight with agony – then suddenly he was animated again, writhing in place, head-sickle scratching lines in the dirt. A keening wail issued from the back of his throat, sounding increasingly desperate until his eyes rolled back into his head and he passed out.

Later on the Dewott would admit that yes, he probably could have used a bit less force, and maybe then the Absol would still have a nut to his name. But seriously, what a dick.



Derpy (F) and Doctor Whooves (M)

The time-and-space-ship gave another metallic groan, even louder than before. Derpy let out an involuntary “eep!” as the floor suddenly shifted beneath her, her wings flaring to help maintain her balance. “Um...are you sure you know how to fly this thing?” she asked, a note of concern in her voice.

“Of course! I know precisely what I’m doing.” Doctor Whooves galloped from one side of the console to the other, rearing to kick a switch and stumbling as the floor shifted again. “Maybe. Probably.” He paused and looked at her. “Ever flown a TARDIS?”

The mailmare started to reply, but was interrupted as the entire room suddenly lurched sideways, sending both passengers tumbling to the ground. The Doctor rolled and hit the wall with an oof, the air driven from his lungs by the impact – only for Derpy to come crashing into him a moment later. The male’s eyes shot open in shock and surprise as the pegasus landed squarely between his legs, her bulk slamming forcefully into his groin and coming to a stop with his coltmakers pinned beneath her weight.

It was a long moment before the stallion found his voice...and when he did, it was a bit higher-pitched than usual. “Derpy!” squeaked the stallion. His forehooves moved instinctively to clutch his flattened plums, but they were still trapped beneath the female’s rear.

It took Derpy a moment to gather her wits – the female had to shake her head to clear her double vision – but once she realized what she was sitting on, she quickly scrambled to her hooves. “Ahh!” she exclaimed, stumbling as she rose, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to–”

Doctor Whooves let out a groan as his companion rose, his aching balls reinflating to their usual healthy shape – but the relief was short-lived. Both the Time Lord’s hearts skipped a beat as the mare’s hoof came down squarely in the center of his sac, his jewels bulging out to either side in an attempt to escape the awful pressure. An instant later, that weight was gone – but then a different hoof came thundering down, catching just his left nut this time and squashing it carelessly into the floor. The stallion’s voice climbed yet another octave, his gut a pit of nausea, his body curling around the female’s leg until she finally stepped away.

To the pegasus, it had only been a split-second – a misstep; something round and squishy underhoof – but given the way the Doctor was crumpled on the ground clutching himself, it looked like the afternoon’s adventure might be cancelled. “I didn’t break anything, did I?” she asked sheepishly.

From the fetal position, Doctor Whooves just moaned.

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Underground League, Pokemon busting battle shutting down


Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but the hosting site which runs both of my online ballbusting games has changed the terms of their free plan, such that it's no longer feasible to keep the sites up. (The database is now under much tighter restrictions, which makes it impossible to keep things running at any kind of scale.) They'll be closing at some point within the next week or two, when the database gets automatically shut off.

I'm willing to hand the sites over to someone else, if they want to pay for an expanded database to keep things running (~$10/mo), but I'm not going to pay for it myself or even accept donations – my online anonymity is important to me, and paying for the web hosting would require me to reveal various personal info.

Even though I haven't done much with either site for over a year, I'm sad to see them go, especially since I know there are still plenty of people using them. I hope you all enjoyed them while they lasted :)


P.S. A final stats report: between the two sites, there have been over 750K battles and 250K ballpoppings. Pretty impressive for a pretty niche kink.

P.P.S. I took a long break on the Pokemon BB blurb requests (surprise surprise from me, right?), but I'm hoping to start up again later this week. Hang tight!

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Pokemon ballbusting blurbs (free mini-requests)

UPDATE: I just threw together a forum for furry BB discussion, including RPs: http://furrybb.heroku.com/. Check it out!

Writing update: I'm still working on Laura's story ("The Underground League: Learning the Ropes"), making slow but steady progress. It's probably 75% of the way there, so I'm hoping to post the complete version within the next month or so. As always, I'd love feedback* (there are still some sections I'm not entirely happy with), so check it out!

On a related note: it turns out that writing blurbs about fictional Underground League matches is kind of addicting. I'd actually like to write some more, and I figure this is an opportunity to ask for suggestions and take some mini-requests from anyone who might be interested.

So, here's the deal:
- Name a pair of Pokemon for an Underground League battle
- Add a few more details if you want (names, attacks, characteristics)
- I'll write you a paragraph or two of some poor 'mon getting his balls bashed around
- Make sure to specify which character is which gender! (I'll even do M/M if you want, though I'd greatly prefer F/M.)

Note that I'm gonna write pretty exclusively about (a) sex and (b) ballbusting, and not any other kinks. And while I'm happy to write in a blunt-force pop or two, I'll decline requests for the more bloody and/or surgical parts of CBT (cutting, etc). If you've seen it in one of my stories before, it's fair game; beyond that please be reasonable.

I think that's it! Feel free to leave a request, or to chime in with your own snippets if you'd like – I'd love to see the comments for this post become a Pokemon BB free-for-all :P


* True fact: feedback on furry BB stories is the best thing ever. Where else do you get to discuss a Blaziken blasting a Nidoking's nuts into paste? I mean honestly.

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Mienshao vs. Nidoqueen

Here's a few paragraphs inspired by a recent pic by FallenArts. I know it ain't much, but I hope it's better than nothing!

In the meantime, I'm still working on that Underground League fic about a Lucario chick – check out the draft-in-progress and let me know if you have any comments.


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She really had no idea why – or how – he was still managing to climb to his feet. That last kick had made a dozen even: twelve times that the Mienshao had sunk to the ground wailing, hands clasped between his legs. Each time, it took him longer to stop moaning, longer to climb to his feet, longer to give the OK. And although it was difficult to tell without a hands-on inspection, the Nidoqueen had the distinct impression that the poor orbs between his legs were not nearly as round as they had been at the start.

“Again,” the male croaked.

And with a shake of her head, the female obeyed, driving her foot up between his legs with yet another vicious Mega Kick. Toes met testicles with all the gentle tenderness of a freight train, the poor eggs flattened to a fraction of their usual plumpness. The Nidoqueen noted with some satisfaction that she had managed to lift him off the ground with the force of the kick, supporting her partner only by his gonads. That made three times in a row.

As expected, the Mienshao let out a squawk, eyes rolling back into his head. His paws had begun moving towards his groin even as the female’s leg was still swinging upwards, and now, as he crumpled into the fetal position, they clutched at the swollen spuds that made him male, trying and failing to soothe their terrible ache. Agony racked his frame and a bit of drool escaped his mouth, his body shaking from the overload. Oh fuck, the pain! For a while, a part of him had almost liked it – the dull smack as foot met groin; the way her tits bounced as he collapsed to his knees. But then she’d really splattered his left nut somewhere around kick #10, and now each kick made it feel like it was splitting along a seam.

For the third time (or was it the fourth?), he checked, letting out a mental exhale as he found his spunkmaker still intact. Still – at this rate, it was just a matter of time before the poor thing went pop. But did it matter? Was he sterile already? Didn’t he only need one, anyway?

Slowly, oh-so-slowly, the Mienshao forced himself to his hands and knees. It could be any kick now. He wondered if the Nidoqueen realized how close she was to turning his plums into pudding. Whether she’d stop if she knew, or continue on prupose.

Another few moments and he was on his feet, legs spread, staring straight into her eyes.

Again,” the male repeated, a quiver in his voice.

Friday, July 20, 2012

Trying something new

https://docs.google.com/document/d/11CKAhWJ3SOdgOWIjiTFzxCbW9ENebaOkAf0BQRUf_Lo/edit

I'm a couple thousand words into a new Pokemon Underground League story, and hoping to put some good work into it in the next week or two. Asking for feedback on story ideas back in May seemed to work pretty well and help stir up some creative juices, so I figure it couldn't hurt to share a story-in-progress for anyone who wants to take a look at an early draft and offer comments (or for anyone who just wants an early look at a new BB story).

If you're interested, please, take a look! Comments very much welcome – I already have a pretty decent idea of where I want to take things, but it's always fun to talk about ballbusting, right? :P

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Also: this blog's about to hit 100K pageviews! So that's cool.

Monday, July 9, 2012

Ballbusting poetry

Sometimes I want to write about ballbusting but working on an actual story feels too intimidating. Thus: a collection of short ridiculous BB poems!

Feel free to chime in with your own creations in the comments :P



Limericks

There once was a quiet young shrew
who pissed off a fem kangaroo.
His timid piano
turned into soprano
and his testicles turned into goo.

“It just can’t be sung,” said the goat.
“No male can hit such a high note!”
So his singing instructor
(he’d previously fucked her)
then kicked his balls into his throat.

He grabbed the barista. “Hey you!
This coffee is worse than dog doo!”
She said, when he shook her,
“That’s not polite, sugar,”
and left him with one lump, not two.

She started with a nasty Crunch
and followed up with Dizzy Punch.
By the time Mew was done,
she’d turned two spuds to none,
and poor Nidoking lost his lunch.



Haiku

“Just relax,” she said,
as he squealed and bucked his hips.
“You only need one.”

Super Effective!
Luxray‘s knee meets heavy orbs.
Blastoise has fainted!

“Applebuck season”
did not end with harvest time,
Big Mac quickly learned.

“In total?” she said.
Kayla frowned and thought a bit.
“I don’t know...fifteen?”



Sigh. He spread his legs.
“...Happy anniversary.”
Lia gasped...and grinned.

His poor scaly nuts.
Two plump orbs speared on her claws
like a shish-kebab.

But it could be worse.
At least he wasn’t blue-balled.
Or a eunuch (yet).

And dear god, that tongue:
wrapped around his throbbing shaft,
making his toes curl...

His gonads trembled;
his cock twitched in ecstasy.
Which would explode first?

P’oiu bellowed as
the dragoness squeezed the sperm
straight out of his balls.

Her claws ‘round his sac,
tits splattered with dragon spunk.
One hell of a night.



Normally he’d love
female paws around his junk,
but this was different.

“Oof.” His eyes watered.
“Um...professor? C-could you please–
oogh!” His gut lurched. “Ah!

Lucario squeaked
as the Nidoqueen teacher
tightened her grip more.



Squishy little things,
Joule thought to herself as she
stomped down on his nut.

Stomp. Stomp. Kick. Squeeze. Stomp.
The Charmeleon had lost count
after twenty-five.

“I think that’s enough,”
Kara said, but Por pouted.
“What about my turn?”

Leon wondered if
his balls would still work at all,
or would just shoot blanks.



Old poem
(This is about the red dragon mating ceremony, which is talked about in more detail in Dragon Slaying. Here's the description I included with the original posting on FurAffinity:)

In short: This is a children's rhyme sung by the dragons in the northern reaches, who live in a matriarchal society in which males are subservient to females. Both sexes spend most of their time in the nude, and as a result sexuality is in no way taboo in northern dragon culture. The male gonads, in particular, are seen more as playthings than anything else: females are taught from a young age to kick, punch, slap, and otherwise abuse the testicles of males for their own amusement and pleasure.

The rhyme below is about ballbusting in general, but it's also more specifically about mating. During the northern dragon mating ceremony, one of the male's testicles is popped, to show his dedication to the female and to prove that he has not been mated before (if he had, he'd only have one nut left). This is often a long, drawn-out process, with the female abusing her male's balls over several days until she finally takes mercy and destroys one, consummating the mateship. If the male is ever unfaithful, the female is entitled to crush his remaining nut as she pleases and thus leave him a eunuch, unable to mate again.


Dragon gonads, make him squeal!
Stomp 'em flat beneath your heel!
Watch him quivering in pain
As he tries so hard in vain
To save those precious dragon eggs
That hang defenseless 'twixt his legs.
Crush those fragile orbs once more
and listen to his frantic roar!
His dragonhood is black and blue,
so pop a nut! He wants you to.

Squeeze those orbs between your claws,
or chew them: use those mighty jaws
and show him what those teeth are for!
Drop that dragon to the floor!
Bash his aching balls around
until he crumples to the ground,
then swat those orbs a solid smack,
or slam a kick into his sack.
Just crush those unprotected jewels
and listen how that dragon mewls.

Smash a gonad into paste!
But pop 'em both? No, that's a waste.
It's better still to leave him one,
so he'll remember all the fun
that you had bashing up his nut:
the ache deep in his scaly gut
as his ball cracked beneath your blows
and finally burst between your toes.
His gonad flattened with a 'splat':
I promise he'll remember that!

And that way he'll still have one orb:
one swollen sphere left to absorb
a female's slaps and stomps and knees,
her brutal kick and vicious squeeze.
He still can help a dragoness
relieve some of her pent-up stress
by offering his tender egg
for her to squish and make him beg.
Even with one nut, just one kick
can make the strongest dragon sick.

But if he ever goes astray
and gets horny while you're away
and blows a load on some girl's tits
he can say goodbye to his bits.
Just grab his ball and do your worst
until you feel that gonad burst!
Bite and swallow in one gulp,
or grind his nut into a pulp.
Let him know his dragonhood
has finally been destroyed for good.

Every male dragon has his junk:
those dragonmakers full of spunk
that dangle so defenselessly,
just waiting for a female's knee.
So slam your foot into his stones
and listen to his tortured moans.
A male's proper place, you see
is curled double in agony,
so watch now as that dragon falls,
your toeclaws buried in his balls.

Friday, June 29, 2012

Underground League website is updating again


I'm updating my ballbusting battle site again!

Just tiny stuff so far – the 1v1 battle screen now makes it easier to find your favorites; challenge mode lets you choose the gender of your opponents – but I would like to get one or two larger things done this summer, like getting team battles up and running. If you've got any suggestions or requests, let me know!

(http://underground.heroku.com, for those not in the know)

Saturday, May 12, 2012

Ballbusting story ideas (feedback wanted)

Hey furry BB fans! Got a little present for you, and something I could use your help with.

Here's a link to my current list of ballbusting story ideas. There are several pages of ideas there, from Dragon Slaying sequels to new chapters of Battle Training to BB scenarios for MLP:FiM. A few are already half-finished drafts in my writing folders, but most are just a couple of bullet points and some thoughts bouncing around in my head.

So go ahead -- browse around. I'd love feedback on what to work on, or new story suggestions entirely. (It seems like interest in furry BB has sort of died over the past few months, so I'm trying to see if I can get myself back into a writing mood, and hopefully provoke some others to work on BB stuff too.) I'd love it if you'd leave me comments on the Google Doc linked to above, or on this blog post if you'd prefer. I just want to get an idea of what kind of story ideas people are interested in, and hopefully to hear new story ideas that could help me get inspired and interested in writing again.

That's all! Back to your regularly scheduled programming. Thanks for the help, ballbusting fans :)

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Dragon Slaying (14): Decisions, Decisions, pt. 2

Hey! Remember that time I wrote a story about a dragon with very, very achy balls, then left you all with a cliffhanger for over a year? Well cliff-hang no more! Here’s the final chapter of Dragon Slaying -- all 11,000 words of it.

A quick reminder of where we left off:

  • P’oiu has agreed to be mates with Lia the dragoness
  • Before they can be mates, Lia insists on popping one of P’oiu’s balls -- part of her culture’s traditional mating ceremony
  • Unfortunately, P’oiu’s nuts are virtually indestructable -- they’ve been kicked, kneed, squeezed, and stomped flat a dozen different times without permanent damage
  • Opal, the potion-making frog, has just taught everyone about the regenerative properties of green dragon spunk, which rapidly heals and protects from injury
  • Since Lia’s been teasing and blue-balling P’oiu virtually non-stop, his balls are absolutely full of seed; thus it’s no wonder they’ve been so damn durable
  • Lia, Opal, and Kayla the orca hatch a plan to drain P’oiu’s dragon-makers, then smash one into goo, so that dragon and dragoness can live happily ever after (minus a nut)

Got it? If not, feel free to re-read the previous chapter, or even to start over from the beginning. There’s some good stuff in there -- if you like ballbusting, anyway :P

Sorry for the extra-long delay! Please enjoy, and definitely let me know what you think. I’m still debating writing another series with some of these characters...


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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. "You only pop one ball for the mating ceremony...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 full of magical spunk. If it was up to me, we'd be done already." The red female shifted her weight again, 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.

I was so busy visualizing getting my walnuts cracked that I almost didn’t notice as Lia and Kayla began making their way to a far corner of the room. My eyes were unconsciously following the hypnotic sway of the dragoness’s hips when Opal climbed up on to my stomach, grabbing my attention.

“Opal?” I asked, blinking. “Uh...why aren’t you with the other girls?”

The little frog looked up at me, planting a hand on her hip. “Because it’s my job to make you blow, not to make you pop. Remember?” The female turned to face my groin, stepping towards my half-hard cock. “Seems like a shame to ruin such a nice matching set...but if you’re gonna lose a spud, at least we get to have one more round of fun first.”

I could feel myself starting to stir as Opal placed a hand on my dragonhood, giving the thick length a friendly stroke. “Isn’t there something you can say to them?” I let my eyes fall to the frog’s wonderful ass, appreciating its luscious curves. “You’re smart -- they’ll listen to you.”

“Are you kidding?” As my length stiffened the female pressed her body up against it, earning an involuntary twitch from the pole of flesh. “Maybe you didn’t notice, but I’m a bit out of my league here. That girlfriend of yours is like five times my size. Besides, they’ve both got legitimate reasons to want to scramble your eggs.”

Legitimate? Really? “But I don’t want to lose a nut,” I whined.

"Well then you should have picked me," the frog replied, a touch of testiness in her voice as she grabbed my shaft and gave it a squeeze. Her hands didn’t even come close to encircling the thick length, but it was enought to earn another healthy throb. “Look -- I realize this is tough, but you knew exactly what you were getting into when you picked Lia. If you really want to be her mate, you have to let her pop one. Now be a man about it. Half a man. Whatever.”

That was not the kind of sympathy I had been hoping for. Still, it seemed odd that Opal was so willing to just stand by and let this happen -- for business reasons, if nothing else. “They’re taking away half of your spunk supply,” I pointed out, shivering as I reached full hardness.

“Oh, I don’t know about that.” Opal pressed her breasts up against my cock and slid her body down my length, grinning at the spurt of precum that splashed across her bare chest. “From what I’ve seen, Lia seems to be a master at blue-balling. I’d say she makes you cum twice as hard as usual...so I should still have plenty of material for my potions.”

I felt pretty sure that it didn’t work that way, but before I could open my mouth to protest the frog had wrapped both arms around my dragonhood. I let out a low moan as the little female moved up and down in slow, pumping strokes...and a second, louder moan as she gave a lick up the underside of my shaft.

Opal planted a wet kiss on my cockhead before wrapping her lips around as much of it as she could, her long tongue playing across the part that wouldn’t fit in her mouth. She suckled at the tip for a moment before letting it slip free from her mouth with a quiet pop. “You like?” she asked playfully, rubbing her cheek up against the thick pole of flesh.

I growled, thrusting my hips up in response. Not for the first time, I cursed the size difference between us. I could only imagine what it would feel like if she could swallow down my entire length, or if I could sink myself into the hot, wet slit between her legs...

"Mmmph.” I moaned as the healer planted another kiss on my dragonhood. “God, what I wouldn't give to just be a frog."

Opal chuckled at that, pressing her bare body closer. "I think I prefer you just the way you are, big boy."

I shivered at the sensation of her warm skin rubbing up against my most sensitive organ (well, my most pleasurably sensitive organ, anyway). In the past, I had emptied my balls dozens of times to thoughts of Opal: firm tits and wide hips, gorgeous curves that drove my libido through the roof. The frog probably could have been a porn star, if she’d wanted. Instead she’d dedicated her life to healing...and to making me blow my load. Lucky me.

This time was no different. Despite the titfuck from Lia just a short while ago, it was only a matter of minutes before I found myself approaching the point of no return. I let out a throaty moan as the frog gave up on standing and instead wrapped her legs around my shaft, her whole body squeezed wantonly around my dragonhood. My cock gave a mighty twitch as she slid down on my length, her rack squished up against the pillar of flesh, her thighs tight around the shaft, her own wet sex rubbing against the base of my member.

Nngh!” The little female let out a moan of her own as she ground against my rod, her whole-body strokes lubricated by each new spurt of precum from my twitching length. “Oh P’oiu...ah! Show me what you’re storing in those big balls of yours!”

“Oh Opal,” I groaned, my head rolling back with pleasure. My heart was pounding, my hips thrusting of their own accord, the nude and nubile Opal sliding up and down my length. Each pump brought me closer to the edge of ecstasy, my eyes rolling back into my head, my toeclaws curling as I felt that wonderful feeling rising in my groin. I’d shot my wad for Opal dozens of times -- but usually I just stroked myself off while Opal stood by and grinned, then collected the spunk afterwards for her potions. If I was lucky, she’d flash me her tits, or maybe rub my balls. But the way she rode me now, pressing her slick skin against mine, shuddering with arousal, clutching desperately to my dragonhood--

With a grunt of exertion the little frog increased her pace, sliding up and down, up and down, each stroke pushing me closer. There was no stopping it now. “O-Opal!” I panted raggedly, thrusting up against the female as her whole body worked to get me off. “I--!”

Whump.

I knew what had happened before the pain even hit. Of course.

“Eep!” Opal tensed, clinging tightly to my cock. “Watch your foot!”

“Don’t worry, I wasn’t gonna crush you,” said Lia reassuringly. “Just his nut.”

This was not the first time I’d had my right nut pinned beneath Lia’s heel...but it was possibly the worst. Half a stroke from orgasm, and I had the entire weight of a full-grown dragoness dropped on my gonad. My cock gave a mournful twitch, and I let out a long, low, defeated groan, slumping in my chains as a fresh ache spread through my abdomen...

...but that did nothing to stop Opal. After a moment to settle her nerves, the little healer resumed her gyrating, grinding feverishly against my prick, doing her best to finish the job and make me blow. And somehow, despite the crushing weight on my testicle, she succeeded.

Thud. A second blow -- this one from Kayla’s mace -- came crashing down on poor righty just as a thick rope of spunk erupted from the tip of my member, arcing high into the air before splashing down on my bare chest. I squeaked something unintelligible as a sharp spike of nutpain laced through my gut and a second blast of dragonseed shot from my cock, spraying forcefully across my stomach. (In my pain-addled state, it almost seemed like my sperm were trying to flee from my flattened ball. Smart sperm.)

For a split second, Lia seemed surprised -- I guess she hadn’t realized just how close I was -- but almost immediately, that was replaced with an expression of glee. “He’s coming! Oh my--...Kayla, get out of the way! I’m gonna try to pop it!”

“Aww, but I only got one hit!” complained the orca...but she must have moved aside, or else been crushed by the scaly foot that came thundering down several times in rapid succession. I let out a series of squawks and squeals as Lia delivered stomp after stomp to my swollen testicle, pounding it into the stone floor as my cock spat out a few more strings of dragon batter. Every instinct in my body told me to double up and clutch myself, to do whatever was necessary to protect my unborn children from this barrage of brutal blows…but all I could do was spasm in my restraints, and watch as Lia's leg moved up and down, up and down.

"Mmrgh...come on! I swear," Lia grumbled, frowning as my rubbery nut slipped out from beneath her heel, "I am going to pop one of these plums if it's the last damn thing I do. Such stubborn little things…"

If I had been able to string together a coherent sentence at this point, I probably would have been begging her for mercy -- but what do you say to a girl who's determined to grind one of your gonads into goo? My whole body shook as the dragoness bore down on the center of my scaly ball, the tortured sphere warping under the terrible pressure, but refusing to simply burst and be done with it. Instead my poor nut squished between the female's toeclaws like some kind of water balloon, reshaping itself around Lia's foot with each agonizing stomp.

For a while, there were only two sounds: the repeated impact of foot on balls, and my own broken mewling. It was Kayla who finally spoke. "I, uh…I don't think it's gonna pop, hun," she said, watching my swollen spud bounce around in my sac with each blow. "He finished blowing his wad a while ago, and his nut's still in one piece."

If anything, Kayla's words made Lia even more determined. "But it has to pop!" she exclaimed, gritting her teeth as she ground my gonad into the floor. "We made him cum twice! His balls must be almost empty!"

"Almost empty, but not totally empty." Opal was still clinging to my half-hard cock for balance, wincing each time the larger female's foot came slamming down beside her. "I think we might need to make him come a third time. And, uh….I may not be a guy, but I imagine it's pretty hard to blow a load while your balls are being stomped flat."

"Heh -- you'd be surprised." The dragoness smirked, but her grin quickly faded as my ball squirted out from underneath her foot, still frustratingly intact. "Damn it!" she growled. "I just can't…grr!"

In a futile expression of fury, Lia cocked her leg back and rocketed her foot up between my legs, not bothering to discriminate between my left and right orb as she drove them both up into my pelvis. Only the chains around my ankles kept me from skidding several inches with the force of the kick. In most circumstances, that kind of blow would drop me to my knees like a bag of bricks…but it didn't seem quite so bad when compared to a ball-stomp mid-orgasm. If anything, I was almost glad to have my left nut absorbing half of the impact.

Lia stood there for another moment, sweat glistening on her heaving chest, before sighing heavily and finally stepping away. That gave my half-crushed dragonmakers a few moments’ respite, and a chance to reinflate to their usual round shape. Er...well, sort of. Even without looking, I knew my right plum had to be twice the size of my left one, and somehow I suspected that it was less a ‘ball’ at this point than it was a ‘grotesquely swollen lump’. It was still in one piece, yes, but I wouldn't have been at all surprised if the poor thing only shot blanks from now on.

The three girls seemed to be talking, but I was having trouble focusing on the words, given the terrible nausea churning in my gut. I could tell that Lia was aggravated from the tone of her voice (and from the flurry of ball-blows I'd just received), but Kayla and Opal seemed to be calming her down a bit, doing their best to take the edge off of the female's frustration. Opal murmured something sympathetic, and Kayla said something about gonads that earned a laugh. I even heard the words "try again later," though the dragoness didn't seem very pleased with that idea.

"But we're so close! All we need to do is make him come again--"

"You're trying to get a third consecutive orgasm out of a guy after stomping on his balls?" Kayla chucked. "Yeah, good luck with that."

Opal scratched her head, frowning. "I'm with Kayla -- I've never seen P'oiu blow three times, and that's practically my job. I'd be surprised if you can even get him hard."

Lia opened her mouth to argue -- then looked down at me instead. A look of determination crossed her face. Suddenly the dragoness was down on her knees, leaning over me to look me in the eye.

"Hey." She gave me a little smile. "I know you've been through a lot, but…think you can get it up again?"

"No," I croaked.

"Told you so," said Kayla.

Lia shot the orca an annoyed look. “Okay. Well,” she asked, running a hand across my chest, “...is it okay if I try?”

I opened my mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. Yes? No? My brain had shut down at this point. All I could manage was an exhausted groan. Do what you want.

Without another word, the dragoness slid down my torso and wrapped her lips around my cock.

Part of me was just tired. Part of me just wanted to pass out now, even if it meant I might have to suffer through another attempted nut-popping when I came to.  Hell, I could hardly feel anything below the waist besides a haze of nausea and pain.

But despite everything, my limp dragonhood began to respond, slowly stiffening between the female's lips. Her tongue curled around my thickening length, one hand stroking at the base, the other playing with my sac (gently, for once). Weakly I lifted my head to watch and caught Lia grinning up at me, her head bobbing steadily up and down, coating my shaft in a glistening layer of saliva. I was totally spent, my balls practically empty, and yet I felt my pride give a faint twitch of arousal, struggling back to life. I don't know where I got the energy -- but then again, I'd suffered through a week of blue balls following Lia around, desperate for the chance to give her my seed. I’d spent countless hours with my dragonhood like a bar of iron, silently imagining what it would be like to fuck her brains out. If she was going to suck me off, then god damn it, I was going to give her a mouthful.

That didn't seem to be Lia's plan, though. As my cock approached full hardness, the dragoness pulled herself away with a wet slurp, leaving my stiff rod bobbing needfully in the air.

"Damn." Kayla wolf-whistled. "Girl's got skills."

"Why did you stop?" asked Opal, confused.

The dragoness looked up at me again, her eyes aflame, and suddenly I realized just how aroused she was. And surprisingly, how aroused I was. "Because," she panted, moving to straddle my body. She turned to face away from me, her tail thumping down on my chest. "I want him here."

I gasped weakly as the female wrapped a clawed hand around my shaft -- then moaned loudly as she impaled herself on my rod. My hips bucked in surprise, unable to resist the sudden burst of pleasure. Her body gripped at every inch of my pride as I entered her, inch after inch sinking into her warm depths. The sensation made my head spin. Her sex was tight, snug around my shaft, and wet, so wet--

I wasn't the only one having a moment. “My god you’re thick,” Lia groaned, eyes sliding shut as she worked her way down the last few inches of my dragonhood. "Oh fuck. Mmmrph."

Oh, how I wanted this. For a moment I was so overwhelmed that it was all I could do to just admire the view. I let my eyes trace the curves of the dragoness's back, following the angle of her shoulder blades, out to the swell of her hips, then back to the luscious curve of her rear. My shaft twitched inside her and I felt her body squeeze back in response, milking me for my genetic gift. God, this was heavenly. Lia was fucking me. Lia was fucking me! And any second now, she would start bouncing away, riding me to the best orgasm of my life…

"Kayla?" The dragoness fought to suppress a moan, grinding down against my lap. "L-like we discussed."

The orca cocked her head to the side. “But I thought you were planning to take it in the ass for this.”

Lia shook her head. “Changed my mind. I want him inside me when it...ohhh! Ohh, that’s nice.”

"Um...‘like we discussed’?" asked Opal, confused. "What did I miss?"

Kayla smirked, hefting her mace onto her shoulder. "Just follow my lead. I'm sure you can find something to do."

A stab of panic went through me as I felt claws wrap around my sac, isolating my right nut once again. Oh no. Please no. We could do this later. Couldn't I just blow my load in peace?

Lia craned her head around to face me, giving me a smoldering look. “Now -- you are going to blow your fucking load, and I am going to pop your fucking ball," she purred, sliding her sex up my shaft until only the tip remained inside her. "Understood?”

My cry of protest immediately became a squeal of pain as the dragoness clamped down on the center of my nut, the poor orb losing any semblance of its usual spherical shape as it squished out between her fingers. At the same time Lia slammed her hips back down, her rear striking my stomach with an audible smack as she took my dragonhood to the hilt. She only stayed there for a moment, my shaft stretching her wide, before she rose once again with a happy groan, rolling her hips to start a steady rhythm.

My body bucked desperately in response, torn between two competing instincts. On the one hand, I had the irresistable urge to meet the female's thrusts, to fuck her hard and fill her with my spunk. On the other hand, I was also trying to fold double and protect myself before the dragoness could grind my gonad into mush between her claws. For a few seconds, I found myself unable to respond to either demand, frozen in place as the dragoness ravaged my junk.

And of course, I was completely ignoring Kayla and Opal, too. Even when Lia took a moment to carefully adjust her grip, pinching my nut straight down the middle so that it bulged out on either side, I didn’t understand what was going on -- at least not until Kayla’s mace came pounding down on one of those bubbles of nutflesh.

“My nut!” I squeaked, finally finding my voice again. “Oh god, my nut!

“Ha!” Kayla’s laugh rang clear as a bell. “I guess he felt that. You got the other side?”

“Uh, sure,” replied Opal, sounding not-at-all sure. “How should I...?”

“I dunno. Just pound on it!”

“Your legs,” gasped Lia, looking down at the two smaller females as she continued to ride me. “U-use your legs!”

I felt the jolt of pain as the frog gave me a firm kick, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as the blow from Kayla. Apparently Kayla agreed. “No no no,” she scolded, “not like that. Your thighs are so strong -- you gotta use all that power! Use your feet like a battering ram!”

“Hmm.” Opal thought for a moment...then took a seat on the floor, hugged her legs to her chest, and rolled back in order to lift both feet off the ground. “You mean something like this?”

What followed was an mini-explosion of pain as the frog launched both her feet up into my testicle, all that raw power uncorked into the center of my big, scaly nut. "Oh fuck!" I squealed, my hips bucking off the floor even despite the weight of Lia sitting on top of me. "Holy fuck, my nut!"

Kayla laughed again, louder than before. “See? Nice strong legs like yours -- you’re practically built for kicking balls.”

“Ha, thanks,” replied Opal, no doubt blushing. “That was actually...kind of fun.”

“Shows off your ass, too,” the orca added.

Opal had no further response except to slam her feet into my ball once again -- or rather, into the big bubble of ballmeat squishing out from the left side of Lia’s death grip. I let out a plaintive wail as Kayla’s mace crashed down on the opposite site, further scrambling my trapped egg.

The sad thing is, under any other circumstances I'm sure I would have been left slack-jawed by the sight of the dragoness thumping up and down on top of me, my length swallowed by her tight sex, her head thrown back in ecstasy. My cock was still as hard as iron, still twitching eagerly with each thrust...but with my spud under assault from three different sides, that pleasure was all but forgotten. I tried to focus on the two round globes of the female’s behind, in the hope that it might spur my arousal and help drown out the agony...but the ripples that ran through her ass cheeks with each bounce just reminded me of a slap to my own orbs.

Lia was having no such trouble enjoying herself. “Oh fuck,” she groaned, her pussy clenching tightly around my throbbing length, her juices dripping down my shaft. The dragoness let go of my gonad with one hand in order to rub frantically at her clit. The adjustment in her grip sent a sharp jolt of pain into my gut, just as she arched her back with a throaty moan of pleasure. “Oh my god, nngh--

I squealed back something much less intelligible, my body twitching beneath hers as my defenseless nut was stressed to the breaking point. I could hear all three of the girls making noise: Lia's ragged moans and the wet slap of her hips against mine; Kayla's grunts as she used my poor ball for mace practice; the dull thud of Opal's feet slamming into the opposite side of my aching spud. My body jerked with each blow, helpless to shield my swollen spunk-maker.

Earlier, when I’d first come to and found myself chained to the cave floor, I’d come to the realization that my nuts might have only hours to live -- but even then, it hadn’t quite felt real. After all, I’d had my balls busted a dozen times and always survived intact (albeit with plenty of swelling). In fact, each of the girls in the room had already taken a serious crack at my nuts: Kayla had tried to kick them into paste, Opal had practically pounded them flat beneath her rear, and Lia...well, Lia had attempted to pop one in a variety of ways. But only now, with Kayla and Opal assisting Lia in trying to smash my spud, did I fully understand just how fucked I was. How, in a few minutes, I might permanently be a nut lighter.

Like it or not, I’d imagined this scene quite a few times by now -- often in nightmares, sometimes in daydreams (daymares?), and of course, pretty much any time a female slammed her foot up between my legs. In my mind I’d lost my balls a dozen different ways: pounded to paste across some girl’s knee, or squashed to oblivion between her fingers, or even chewed to mush between her teeth. In my imagination it had always been a split-second thing: my twin orbs trembling on the edge of rupture, compressed to their very limits, fighting valianty to stay alive until they suddenly burst like a pair of water balloons. In one moment, mind-blowing testicular agony; in the next, a sac full of goo and merciful unconsciousness.

But now that it was actually happening (oh dear god, this was actually happening?!), I realized that reality was not nearly so kind. As Lia dug her claws into my right gonad, I could feel the orb starting to cave. Drained of almost all its spunk, the swollen spud kept trying to slip out from the dragoness’s unyielding grip, but she held on, her grip leaving deep dents in the rubbery sphere. I had the distinct sense that my ball was about to split along the seam, like some overstuffed beanbag.

If Lia could tell that she was getting close, she didn’t show it. The dragoness was bouncing up and down like a jackhammer, panting and moaning and gasping with pleasure, her rear pounding into my lap with each thrust. In my near-delirium I tried to crane my head, to catch one final glimpse of my sac before I became half a dragon, but my view was obscured by her tail and by the otherwise-heavenly sight of my shaft buried in her sex. Occasionally, as Lia rose to the very tip of my cock, I would catch a glimpse of something through her legs, scaly flesh squishing out from between vicious claws -- but even with the apocalyptic pain in my gut, it seemed impossible that my poor right nut could be that swollen or that distorted.

At some point I became aware of a shrill, high-pitched squealing, so sharp that it almost hurt to hear. (Maybe it would have, if every pain receptor in my brain hadn’t already been engaged elsewhere.) Even with my mind in a jumble, it sounded strangely familiar...but it wasn’t until I felt Kayla’s mace slam into the side of my nut again and heard the squeal jump another half-step higher that I realized I was hearing myself. With my testicle on the verge of extinction, I hardly sounded like a dragon at all -- and closer to a female than a male.

Still, even if I sounded like a hatchling on helium, I fought for some control of my voice. “Lia,” I managed to squeak out, my words warbling as Opal delivered another devastating kick, “o-oh god, Lia, m-my--!”

Oh!” There was a pleading edge in the female’s voice -- a wild, desperate tone that sent a shiver up my spine. “Oh P’oiu, please! Cum, you stud, cum!

I had just started formulating the words to tell Lia that cumming was the absolute last thing on my mind -- but then suddenly the dragoness’s hips were a blur, her body clenched like a vice around my throbbing length, and I was no longer so sure. My mind went blank as the female redoubled her efforts, every motion and muscle coordinating to coax one more load from my overworked orbs. Somehow, despite everything, I felt myself start thrusting back, fighting back my involuntary spasms to match Lia’s frantic rhythm. My shaft twitched inside her, rapidly approaching the edge of yet another orgasm even as my gonads screamed in protest. The urge to procreate overrode everything else: this dragoness needed my seed. Nothing in the world was as important as giving her whatever was left in my balls.

Oddly enough, it was a fresh twinge of ache in my left nut -- the one that the girls were purposefully leaving alone -- that brought me back to the present. For a moment, I thought that something had been clamped around my spunk-maker...but by now, I was quite familiar with what it felt like to get one of my testicles slowly flattened, and this was somehow different. A duller pain, and deeper. In a strange way, it reminded me of all the times that Lia had left me terribly blue-balled, my nuts filled to bursting with unspent spunk, except somehow...opposite. Like my ball was being wrung dry instead.

It took a few seconds for that thought to fully sink in...and for me to realize just how close I was to blowing my load. A load that might cost me my right nut. Even then, I couldn’t stop myself from thrusting, even with all three girls pounding on my defenseless dragon-maker, doing their best to reduce it to goo. Half of my mind was lost in pleasure; the other half was insane with agony. I swear I could feel my nut starting to crack as it prepared to unleash its last few drops of spunk, the only thing that had kept it intact through weeks of testicular torture.

Lia could feel it cracking too, apparently. “It’s--it’s gonna pop!” she gasped. Her pussy rippled around my dragonhood, squeezing, squeezing. “It’s gonna pop! Oh, P’oiu!

Several things happened at once.

Kayla’s mace came thudding into the gap between Lia’s fingers.
Opal’s long, lithe legs slammed forcefully into the opposite side of my ball.
And on top of me, Lia tossed her head back, her mouth opening in a lustful cry, her whole body quivering, her claws tightening one final notch...

I exploded.

Lia’s hips slammed into mine just as my cock erupted with a torrent of spunk: shot after shot of dragonseed blasting into the female’s sex, my balls wringing themselves dry in one last attempt to pass on my genes to a new generation. I came like a geyser. If it weren’t for the dragoness in my lap, I think I could have sprayed the ceiling with spunk -- but that wouldn’t have been one-tenth as satisfying as burying myself inside of Lia, feeling her tightness around me as I blew my load. For a split second, I forgot everything I’d been through in the past few weeks: every trial and every trauma; every ache and every pain; every kick, knee, slap, squeeze, and stomp that had left me doubled over in the fetal position. There was nothing in the world but my cock, and Lia, and pleasure.

And then I felt Lia clench around me, her back arching in orgasm, and it was over. The world came rushing back just as my poor, poor testicle finally gave in, the tortured orb trembling for an agonizing moment before suddenly disintegrating between the female’s fingers. I felt my gut do a backflip as the dragoness’s claws finally closed around my ruptured nut, the once-proud orb splitting open, its contents squishing outwards from the busted seam of my busted spud. For an instant I had half a gonad, a chunk of testicle still mostly intact -- then Lia’s grip shifted, and that too was nothing but mush.

I heard a gasp from Opal; a sharp laugh from Kayla; a shuddering moan from Lia. I felt the familiar wave of nausea rise in my stomach, multiplied by a thousand times. My body gave a forceful twitch. And yet even as the incredible ache spread through my abdomen, and as my vision began to fade, and as Lia sunk down once more on my shaft with the most satisfied groan I’d ever heard, somehow it almost didn’t seem real.

I guess I’d always expected to hear a “pop”.

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You know, despite my thorough familiarity with getting my balls flattened, I had never really thought about what would happen after I lost a nut. Hell, I think part of me expected I'd just give up and die after having one of my dragon-makers ground into goo.

But when I regained consciousness, much later, I felt oddly...calm. (Not what you’d expect, after losing a spud.) I remembered what had happened in full detail, of course -- it was hard to forget, given the nausea still pulsing in my stomach and the images burned on my brain -- but now that it was over and done with, I felt strangely relaxed. After all, the damage was already done. One of my balls had burst, and it had been incredibly painful, but that was it. I hadn't died; I hadn't gone crazy; the girls hadn't rebelled and decided to pop my other nut, too. Here I was: still P'oiu, still (mostly) male, still in my own cave, still surrounded by same company -- still chained to the ground, even. It was exactly as I'd agreed upon, and even if I wouldn't normally volunteer to have one of my gonads reduced to a fine pulp, it was at least nice to wake up and find that my captors had stuck to their promises.

The three girls seemed to have cooled down from their earlier ball-bursting frenzy. Opal was back in her usual outfit, seated cross-legged between my spread legs, her feminine curves concealed behind a modest red sari as she scribbled something down in a notebook. From time to time she would move to get a better look at my battered ballbag, or give my heavy left nut a quick feel, but for the most part she just sat and wrote. I'm not really sure how my poor, broken dragon-makers could be the impetus for so much text, but judging from the endless scratching of the little frog's pen, I guess there was plenty of interesting information to record.

Kayla was lying off to the side, napping peacefully, her mace set down a few feet away. Apparently the orca had decided to put some of her clothes back on, but whatever she was wearing, it was still rather minimal -- just enough to cover the essentials, though most of her body was still bared to the world. As I watched she stretched in her sleep, arching her back until her breasts seemed about to slip free of her top, then folded back in on herself, curled up with her hands between her legs. "Mmm...P'oiu," she murmured, a grin on her face as her thighs squeezed tightly together. I'm uncertain exactly what she was dreaming of, but I can't imagine it was anything good, at least not for me.

And as for Lia -- well, Lia was as nude as ever, of course. At this particular moment she was straddling my chest, facing away towards my groin, idly stroking my shaft with one hand. She seemed to be watching Opal's examination, peering down at my swollen left nut and whatever remained of the right. Her tail lay across my chest and curled around beneath my head, providing a nice make-shift pillow and propping my head at just the right angle to admire the curves of her backside. Groggily I took in the view, eyes tracing downwards from her bare shoulders, lingering on her curvy hips, finally arriving at her round, ruby-colored rear. I could still picture my shaft buried to the hilt in her tight slit, her body clenching down around me, the dragoness crying out my name as her claws tightened that final notch and she claimed me as her mate--

Her mate. I was her mate now. That was a crazy thought -- we'd only known each other for what, a week and a half? -- but it actually made me feel quite happy. Sure, Lia was a little crazy at times, and yes, she was a terrible cocktease, and admittedly, she seemed to have a straight-up fetish for flattening my balls -- but just one glance at her body had me ready to blow like an over-sexed teenager. And she knew how to use that body, too...she was like a goddess out of some fevered wet dream. Who could say no to that? Besides, now that her heat had ended and her horrible little mating ritual was over, she seemed a whole lot less threatening. Caring, even, if you judged from the way she was sitting over me, watching Opal tend to my tortured testicles. Only time would tell if I'd made the right choice, but for now, the thought of fucking Lia senseless helped to ease some of the ache in my abdomen.

And even if I was still too weak to move, the lewd fantasies running through my head definitely roused a certain part of me to life. My thick length had already been fairly stiff from Lia's slow strokes, but when it began twitching more forcefully the dragoness took notice. She craned her neck around, looking down at me and smiling when she saw that my gaze was locked on her ass. "Hey, stud," she teased, "my eyes are up here."

I glanced up and opened my mouth to respond, but only managed a pained groan as Opal nudged around the contents of my ballsac. "Oh fuck--"

Her expression softened, a tone of concern entering her voice. "How are you feeling?"

I coughed weakly. "Like I was hit in the groin by a sledgehammer. You...you popped it, right? "

"He's awake?" Opal climbed to her feet, leaning to the side to peer around Lia's torso. "Oh thank god. I was starting to think we'd put you in a coma, P'oiu."

"It's definitely popped," Lia confirmed, a grin playing at the corners of her mouth. "You were great -- it was even better than I imagined."

"Mmrgh." I tried not to picture the red dragoness fantasizing, jilling off to the thought of crushing my scaly nut... "How, uh...how long have I been out for?"

Lia turned to face me, taking a seat beside me on the stone floor. "Almost a full day. We thought about moving you to another room, but Opal was worried we'd accidentally do more damage, so we decided to leave you here. And she wanted to keep a close eye on your sac while you were out, so she said we should keep you spread out -- otherwise you'd just curl up in the fetal position and she wouldn't be able to help."

"I've been keeping a close eye on things," chimed in Opal. The little frog had climbed up on to my abdomen, and I finally had a good luck at her now that Lia had moved aside. "It's really quite fascinating -- we still know almost nothing about reproductive anatomy in green dragons, so this was an incredible opportunity, even if the process was a little unorthodox. I got a chance to examine some of the pieces of your nut before Lia finished stomping it down -- it was a lot more dense than I thought it'd be. I guess that explains why you've always had such a heavy pair." She tilted her head in thought. “Might explain why they’re so sensitive, too, though we’d need to do more trauma studies to confirm that...”

I was somewhat distracted by my view of Lia's rack, now that the dragoness had moved to sit beside me, but after a moment I managed to process the frog's words. "Uh...what do you mean, 'before Lia finished stomping it down'? What happened after I passed out?"

"Well," said Lia, "first of all we checked to make sure that you were okay...I mean, besides the popped nut, of course. Then Opal wanted a few minutes to examine the chunks, so while she did that Kayla and I went off and, uh...worked out some of our excess energy." The dragoness blushed. "Anyway, once she was done I came back and finished the ceremony -- nothing unusual."

"How do you finish the ceremony?" I asked, not certain I wanted to hear the answer.

"Nothing complex. I say a few vows accepting you as my mate while I make sure that your testicle is totally smashed -- no chance that it might still work. It's more dramatic if the male is still conscious for that part, but I understand you've been through a lot." She frowned. "And I guess it doesn't matter that much anyway, since your nut is already starting to recover."

That, too, took a moment to sink in, while I imagined the dragoness stomping the pieces of my nut into even smaller pieces -- but then the full meaning of her statement struck me. "Wait...y-you mean my ball is healing? It's alright?"

Opal chuckled. "Calling it 'alright' is a stretch, but yeah, it's starting to heal. You can check it out for yourself. Just be careful, okay? I shouldn't have to tell you this, but your balls are very fragile right now."

I watched the frog as she hopped down from my chest, walking to the end of one of my outstretched arms. She fiddled with the restraint around my wrist for a moment before the cuff unlocked with a quiet click, allowing me to move my arm for the first time in quite a while. I was surprised that my muscles didn't cramp as soon as I moved it...but then again, I'd been slumped on the ground unconscious for almost a full day, and my muscles had probably been relaxed for most of that time.

So carefully I reached down my body towards the swollen scaly sac that I could just make out between my legs, behind the stiff pole of dragoncock that Lia was still stroking. Slowly and carefully I hefted my ballbag in my claws, wincing at the brief wave of sickness that washed over me. My left nut was impossible to miss -- swollen almost three times its usual size, so big that my scrotum was stretched taut around the oversized egg. It had obviously seen its fair share of abuse, and I could feel its ache still radiating outwards from my groin. Still, at least it was in the proper oval shape, and overall it seemed just fine -- or at least, no worse off than the last dozen times I'd had my gonads stomped flat.

As for my right nut...I'm not sure what I expected to find, exactly, but the reality surprised me. It took a moment of searching before I found the small, lumpy orb, and even then I wasn't sure I had the right thing -- until I gave it a tentative squeeze, and a kick of nausea instantly hit my gut. I couldn't help but let out a pained moan, my body tensing at the agony that churned in my stomach.

"Found it?" Opal asked, grinning as she watched my face contort in pain.

"Yep," I coughed, wincing. Very, very carefully I began to examine my formerly-liquified nut, turning the sphere in between two claws. It was only a fraction of its normal size, completely dwarfed by its larger twin, and instead of feeling smooth like a marble, it felt bumpy and irregular. Perhaps more importantly, rather than being plump and firm like my swollen left ball, it felt soft and squishy...a bit spongy, even. "This does not feel right," I croaked, trying not to groan as another wave of nutpain washed over me.

"Give it time," replied Opal. "Right now your nut is still mostly mush -- it's going to take a while for your body to put all the pieces back together again. Especially after Lia spent all that effort stomping it into paste."

"It's gonna be pretty delicate for a while, huh?" asked the dragoness.

The frog nodded. "It's healing rather quickly, but it's still very fragile. At the moment it's not much stronger than an eggshell -- a friendly slap would probably pop it again."

I tried not to imagine what that would feel like...or rather, I tried not to remember what it had felt like just a short time ago. "What about my left nut? It's okay?"

"Your other gonad is fine -- swollen, obviously, but fine. It was pretty fragile after you'd emptied your balls, but Lia made sure not to accidentally crush it or anything while she was finishing the mating ceremony." Opal glanced up at the female, following the motion of her hand as it glided smoothly up and down my dragonhood. "Since then, we've been keeping you aroused to make sure that your good nut is producing spunk as fast as it can. Lia's been at it pretty much non-stop since you passed out.."

"Ah." I looked over at dragoness. "Th-thanks."

"It's the least I can do for my mate," she replied, blushing lightly. "I wanted to help. Besides, I'm good at teasing guys."

I shivered as her fingers danced up and down my shaft, the thick length throbbing in her grip. "That you definitely are. Mmph. Opal, how long does she have to do this for?"

"Oh, there's no specific amount of time, but the more the better. Your body needs plenty of seed to heal itself, and since only one of your spunk-makers is working...well, you do the math." The frog shrugged, taking a seat on my thigh. "She should probably tease you pretty regularly until your crushed nut finishes repairing itself."

"And how long will that take?"

Opal frowned, glancing down my body towards my scaly sac. "Well, I'm not sure exactly. There's been very little study of testicular injury in southern dragons, much less actual rupture...but given your rate of recovery so far, I'd guess it won't take more than a couple weeks."

If I'd had the energy, I might have reacted with a bit more surprise and agitation, but as it was I just groaned and closed my eyes. "Weeks?" I repeated, a touch of despair in my voice. "I'm going to be lying here with half a pair for weeks?"

The frog rolled her eyes, but replied patiently. "You should be well enough to walk around in another day or two, but your ball won't be fully healed for a while. I mean, you have to remember, 24 hours ago your nut was nothing but pulp -- it's gonna take some time before it starts spitting out any viable spunk again, and even longer before it's back at 100%. In the meanwhile, even a moderate impact would probably pop it like a balloon, so be careful not to piss off any more females, alright?"

I wanted to object to her last statement -- the way Opal phrased it, it sounded like I'd deserved to get my balls bashed in all those times -- but then again, it probably wasn't the smartest idea to antagonize a woman with unimpeded access to my fragile family jewels. Especially since I had first-hand experience of the damage those frog legs could do.

"Anyway," the female continued, "if you can avoid any more testicular trauma, your nut should gradually repair itself. Just be careful." The frog glanced over at Lia. "And none of your usual antics, alright? I shouldn't need to tell you what a knee to the groin would do to his dragonmakers."

"Heh -- sounds kinda fun to me," purred Lia, glancing down at my swollen sac with a grin.
“You didn’t want kids, right?”

Opal frowned. "Lia, I'm serious."

"Oh relax, I'm only joking -- I can restrain myself, don't worry." The dragoness gave me a sly look. "Besides, I'm sure we can find other ways to keep busy..."

I had to stifle a moan as my new mate gave my cock an extra-friendly squeeze, a spurt of pre leaping from the tip to splash across her hand. My little exclamation didn't escape Opal's notice, though, and the little frog frowned. "Also, it'd probably be best if he refrained from any serious sexual activity...but you're newlyweds, so I know that's not likely to happen. Just take it easy, alright? His left nut should be fairly healthy now, but the right one is just waiting for an accident. And if he's constantly blowing his load, he won't have any spunk to help him heal, either."

Lia nodded. "Understood. I won't do anything rough, just...some things to keep his mind off the pain." She grinned. "I am his mate, after all."

My mate. God, that was a pleasant thought. Immediately the image of Lia post-titfuck came to mind -- her face and chest splattered with thick ropes of baby batter, her mouth grinning as she leaned in to deliver an extra-slow lick up my shaft -- but even that paled in comparison to the real thing. There she sat, cross-legged on the cave floor, a smile on her face, her every curve offered up to my eager eyes. What wasn't there to love? Sure, she'd put me through hell -- several rounds of getting my nuts flattened, the achiest case of blue balls I could imagine, and now an actual ruptured spud -- but from here on out, things would be better. Right now, life looked pretty good.

"I think I can live with this," I said, shivering pleasurably as the female completed another lazy stroke up and down my dragonhood...

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Things were pretty uneventful after that -- a welcome surprise, given all the nut-busting ordeals I'd been through recently. I half-expected one of the girls to attack me in my sleep, or maybe some other chick to just stumble upon my cave in the middle of the night, but instead I spent the next few days peacefully sprawled out in bed, recuperating. Even Kayla seemed to have made her peace with the situation, despite her earlier oaths to leave me sterile. I guess popping one of my plums had satisfied her lust for neutering dragons, at least for the time being.

Lia stayed by my side constantly through the whole thing -- almost too constantly, in fact. I knew it was for my own good, but the female's slow, steady handjob was enough to drive me insane, even with only half the usual hormones flowing through my body. My experience following Lia through the forest had taught me quite a bit about denial and self-restraint, but even so, by the end of day one I was begging for release. Lia was more than happy to oblige...and more than happy to laugh at me when I spent the duration of my afterglow curled double, moaning and clutching my sac. The orgasm was still well worth it -- even it did feel a bit like my damaged nut was trying to turn itself inside out.

Eventually Opal determined that I was well enough to walk around, which gave me a bit of a break from watching that ruby-scaled hand dance up and down my shaft. By that time, Lia and I had made some pretty serious plans: I was going to move into her place, since it was a lot larger and nicer than mine, and that meant I was leaving the old cave behind. Kayla seemed pleased to hear the news, though she did make a few wisecracks about losing the biggest pair of balls in a 20-mile radius. Opal was more disappointed when I broke the news to her, but she seemed happy for me as a friend, and she brightened up a little bit after Lia talked to her in private. (Of course, I didn't learn until later that Lia had agreed to get me "extra pent-up" any time Opal was coming for a visit...)

By the end of the week I was well enough for the trip north, even if the orb-and-a-half between my legs still sent the occasional jolt of nausea through my system. Lia and I each grabbed a few things, said goodbye to our companions, and started the long trek back to her place. We travelled in much the same way we had before: the red dragoness leading the way, myself following, with my eyes glued to her backside and my cock bobbing stiffly in front of me. I have to say, the journey was a lot more pleasant now that Lia encouraged the ogling...though it was that much harder to keep my hormones in check when she was openly flaunting her sexuality. At least she was kind enough to take the edge off every night...and occasionally during the day, if she was in a particularly generous mood.

So it was that we made the journey to our new home -- without incident, thankfully -- and I started a new life with the most beautiful dragoness I'd ever laid eyes on. A whole new adventure. And despite the bizarre circumstances of our meeting, the short time we'd known each other, the crazy ordeal we'd been through...well, somehow we wound up happy.

We still are happy, in fact.

And I imagine we will be for a long time to come.






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You're still here?


Well, alright, I suppose there's a little more to tell.

Married life certainly has its surprises...especially with a girl like Lia. It probably won't shock you to find out that Lia's love of nut-cracking didn't end with our mating ceremony, even if I had secretly hoped it might. To her credit, though, she really did restrain herself while my injured nut was healing. For a full month after we were mated, she hardly even mentioned ballbusting, besides the occasional joke about when we first met or a playful comment about my busted ball. I almost thought that she had lost interest. After all, she still paid plenty of attention to my gonads -- hefting them in her claws, sometimes sucking on the healthier of the two -- but she never caused me even the slightest discomfort. It was downright odd, after all the time she'd spent stomping the poor orbs underfoot or kicking them into my throat. Maybe she had just needed to pop a testicle and get it out of her system.

Over time, though, I began to see that she was holding herself back. Lia was a wonderful caretaker while I was healing, but as my sac started returning to normal, it slowly became more difficult. She wouldn't say anything, but obviously the dragoness wanted it badly. Believe me, you can sense it when a girl is itching to bust your balls -- in the way she stretches her legs, or the way she drums her toes against the floor. And it's a little nerve-wracking when your mate is rolling your dragonmakers in her claws, and you can tell she just wants to squeeze...

Eventually I gave in. What else could I do? She'd spent more than a month tending to my needs, and my junk was fully-healed by now -- it seemed only fair to show her a bit of thanks. Besides, if I gave her what she wanted, she was bound to repay the favor later...and I could stop worrying that she was about to crack my eggs every time I got a blowjob. So I brought it up with her one night, much to her surprise. It took a little persuading to convince her that I was okay with it, but once she knew I was onboard, she was beyond thrilled -- and I have to say, seeing her that excited and giggly made me feel pretty good, too. Of course, I was a bit less enthusiastic after she'd slammed her foot up between my legs a few (dozen) times, but at least my dragonmakers survived the ordeal intact, even if Lia had to keep checking to make sure she hadn't popped one again. And she made it up to me afterwards with some mind-blowing sex -- though to be honest, all I really remember from that night is the nausea in my gut each time her rear came pounding down on my groin.

We settled into a rhythm after that: plenty of sex, interrupted by occasional bouts of ballbusting. Most of the time, Lia and I are happy just to screw each other silly -- the girl loves to tease me all day, then watch me explode -- but a few times a month, she really socks it to me. It's not always fun for me, but hey, every relationship takes some compromise. Besides, Lia's always in a much better mood after smashing my spuds, even if I'm usually too busy groaning and clutching myself to notice.

And even with my nuts crushed between her claws, she's still the sexiest thing I've ever laid eyes on -- firm tits, curvy hips, perfect legs, a toned ass. There are times when I swear she can make me cum on command. More than once, I've blown my load with her knee slammed up between my legs, or with my gonads pinned beneath her heel. It's not always as pleasant as doing it the old-fashioned way, but it's certainly intense. Honestly, my libido doesn't know what to think anymore.

That's more or less how life has been since we became mates -- in the bedroom, anyway. I've gotten used to spending a few days a week with aching nuts, either from Lia's ball-bashing, or in preparation for a visit from Opal. It's a little crazy sometimes, but I wouldn't have it any other way -- and now that we've got a little one on the way, I imagine things will get even more interesting. (Especially if Lia follows through on that "blunt-force vasectomy" she keeps joking about. Ouch.)

Anyway, I think that's just about everything I have to say. That's more information about one dragon's balls then you ever needed to know. Hope you learned something.

Now if you'll excuse me, there's a hot piece of tail in need of my assistance...






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And that's it! I really hope you enjoyed the series -- if so, leave a comment and let me know what you think!