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 :)