Sunday, October 20, 2013

Writing is fun!

I just started writing a scene from the perspective of Lia for the first time, and it's fun trying to figure out her narrative voice! Especially since I've written so much material with P'oiu as narrator. I expect it'll be very entertaining to write detailed descriptions of ballbusts from her viewpoint, and to contrast the way that P'oiu experiences a kick in the balls to the way that she does.

Relatedly, I need inspiration for a male character or two. If you're reading this, give me a species and/or name for some poor sap who deserves to have his nuts in Lia's claws :P

Not much else to report! Things are good as usual for me, though I haven't had much time to write. I'm happy to see so many other people posting furry ballbusting stuff! Seems like there's a slow but steady stream now, which  is pretty remarkable, given that furry BB was virtually non-existent a few years ago.

Anyway. Back to thinking about a dragoness pounding the sperm out of some spunkmakers... :)

Thursday, September 12, 2013

MLP ballbusting: Rainbow Dash/Soarin

A quick blurb for the furry ballbusting forum. Go join in and write an MLP snippet of your own!


“Oh come on,” complained Rainbow Dash, pawing at the ground impatiently. “It’s been like twenty minutes – it can’t be that bad.”

“You bucked me in the balls!” protested Soarin. The stallion had managed to uncurl from the fetal position at this point – mostly – but his legs were still like jelly, too weak to support his weight. He groaned at the nausea still crawling through his abdomen, trying to ignore the ache as he lay on the grass.

“I already told you, it was an accident!” The pegasus huffed, half-defensive, half-aggressive. “I was on cloud-kicking duty – it’s not my fault you chose to take a nap on a cloud at the same time. I didn’t even see you! You’re lucky I managed to catch you before you hit the ground.”

“I know, I know, I just…nggha. I feel like I just took a Sonic Rainboom to the junk.” The male closed his eyes for a moment, stifling another groan. “I might need Nurse Redheart.”

Rainbow’s face fell. “I...I didn’t break anything, did I?”

The stallion’s stomach lurched at the thought. “No, no, I...I think everything’s there. It just hurts a lot.”

She let out a sigh of relief. “Good. Er...I mean, not ‘good’, but...y’know.” She peered down at him with concern, trying un-subtly to glance between the male’s hind legs. “Should I go get the nurse?”

Soarin exhaled slowly. “No, I think that’s okay.”

“You want me to take a look at them?”

He blushed. “Honestly, I think I’ll be alright.”

Rainbow looked at him skeptically. “No offense, but you spent a good ten minutes squealing like a filly. If I really rammed your balls into your throat that badly, it seems like someone ought to take a look.”

Soarin’s blush intensified. “Fair enough. Here, just, uh...just be gentle, please?”

Reluctantly the stallion took his hooves away, spreading his hind legs to give the female access. Carefully she stepped forward, leaning in and prodding his sac with a hoof. She rolled the twin orbs around for a moment, earning a quiet moan of both pain and pleasure from the male pegasus.

“Hmm…” she said to herself after a moment. “Weird…”

Soarin’s heart skipped a beat. “What is it?”

“Oh – sorry, nothing. I just forget sometimes how [i]weird[/i] balls are.” The female tilted her head, lifting the male’s stones in her hoof. “Definitely not aerodynamic. How do you fly with these things?”

“Ah!” His voice cracked for a moment as Rainbow gave one of his coltmakers a friendly squeeze. “Careful, they’re…nrrgh…”

“Just making sure they’re in one piece,” she replied, finishing her inspection of the stallion’s other testicle. The blue pegasus gave an embarassed grin as she let go of his ballsac. “I don’t totally know what I’m looking for, but uh, you seem alright. Sorry if that was uncomfortable.”

“Nah, it’s fine.” He let one hoof drift back to his crotch, cupping his nuts in an attempt to soothe the ache. “Glad it all checks out.”

Rainbow looked down at the ground. “And, uh...sorry for bucking you in the groin in the first place.”

Soarin shook his head. “It’s okay. You owe me, though.”

She looked up. “Buy you a pie?”


Sunday, August 25, 2013

ABCs: Bruised Balls and a Blowjob

“Oh fuck, Lia, that feels so good…”

I opened my eyes and watched for a moment as the female slaved away between my legs, my dragonhood sliding in and out between her lips. My balls still ached from some of her earlier attentions, but that hardly mattered now – I could feel the heavy orbs drawing tight, preparing to fire their load down the female’s throat. It had been a few days since my last orgasm, and my mate had spent the better part of the afternoon teasing me: a few coy kisses, more than a few outright gropes, a lot of unnecessary bending over and arching her chest out and generally flaunting her curves. By the time she had dragged me into the bedroom, I would have done almost anything.

Which, of course, was just what she was counting on.

“Oh my god,” I breathed, eyes rolling back into my head as she sunk down and deep-throated my entire length. A shiver ran through my body, and my shaft throbbed forcefully inside the warm wetness of Lia’s mouth. “Honey, I–...I’m really close…”

Ssssslurp. With one last suck, Lia came up for air, my member popping free of her muzzle. My rod glistened with her spit, twitching visibly, just a few more moments from an explosive release. I waited for her licks, her kisses, her heavenly tongue...and waited. And waited. And kept waiting.

The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. Like a ton of bricks dropped directly on to my testicles, if you prefer.

“...Already?” I whined.

“That was ten minutes.” The dragoness frowned at me with mock seriousness. “You know the deal.”

I looked down at my mate – my view obscured by the thick length of dragon meat jutting up from my groin. My breath caught in my throat as she exhaled and warm air brushed against my cock, earning another strong throb from my maleness. I groaned. “Remind me why I put up with this?”

“Because you’re as horny as a hatchling. And because I give damn good blowjobs.” She grinned. “Now should I keep going, or…?”

My heart sunk as I weighed the options. If she stopped now, I was likely to end up with a hellish case of blue balls. On the other hand, if I wanted to keep going...well, that would cost me too.

“I’ll let you finish on my tiiiiits,” Lia teased, hefting her breasts in her claws.

My dragonhood twitched.

“...Five more minutes,” I grumbled.

Her grin grew wider. “Very well, then.”

The first punch slammed up between my legs before I even had time to react. A bolt of agony raced up my spine as Lia’s knuckles met my ballsac, crushing my balls up against my pelvic bone. My eyes bulged and my mouth shot open, but I didn’t have enough breath for even a squeak.

“One,” said Lia matter-of-factly.

The second punch connected even harder, driving my spunkmakers flat against my body. My body twitched with the hit. I coughed weakly as nausea spread through my gut, my gonads protesting against such violent mistreatment.


Thud thud. Punches three and four landed in quick succession, with the dragoness landing her blows like a boxer practicing on a punching bag. The leading punch was relatively gentle by Lia’s standards – just a glancing hit, with both orbs squirming out of the way before any serious impact – but the follow-up more than made up for it. I squealed as her fist found my left nut, utterly scrambling the poor egg as it took the full force of the blow. In the back of my mind, some uniquely male instinct informed me that I probably should have just lost a testicle. For the thousandth time, I thanked whatever strange twist of fate had given my species such durable stones.

“Three-four,” continued Lia, rattling off the count. “Aaand–”

On its own, maybe her last punch wouldn’t have been so bad...but after what my junk had been through in the last five seconds, even a flick of her claw would have had me on the floor. My left marble already felt like it had been split in two, but when her fist slammed home once again, I was half-convinced she had pummeled it into paste. My legs and arms shook as my brain tried to process the flood of pain signals.

“Five,” she finished, giggling. “Five more punches earns you five more minutes, stud.”

“...Oh god,” I moaned, my voice a good half an octave higher than it had been a moment ago. “Ohhhhh, my nuts–”

“Mmm, who’s a big tough dragon?” Lia leaned in close, nuzzling up to my shaft. The rod was still like a bar of iron...and it only grew harder as the dragoness delivered a long, slow lick up the underside.

“Now lie back and let me make it all better…”

Sunday, August 4, 2013

ABCs: Academic Agony

The first in my series of alphabetical ballbusting stories about P'oiu and Lia! Read on, and be sure to let me know what you think!

“I have to admit, I was rather skeptical of the claims, but your, ah...your semen is rather remarkable.” The tree frog blushed. “The antibodies it contains are like nothing I’ve ever seen – it could mean fantastic things for medicinal research, if we can reliably reproduce it.”

There were four of us sitting there in the cavern: myself, Lia, Opal, and her newly-introduced friend, Julip. The two frogs were old friends, and apparently Opal had sent her a sample of my ‘healing goo’ as a small present, shortly after Lia and I became mates. A few months later, and now the researcher was here at our cave, excitedly babbling away about her discoveries.

I just sat there and grinned. It was quite validating to hear that my balls were useful as more than just a punching bag. And I could contribute to science! (Though I still wasn’t 100% clear on what “science” actually sounded like some new branch of magic, but Opal’s friend had seemed a bit offended by that description.)

“However.” The female’s voice took on a more hesitant tone. “When I examined more of Opal’s past samples, I discovered that the potency of the, ah...substance...can vary quite a bit. More specifically, it seems to correspond with glandular trauma – probably as a physiological response, to ensure your ability to pass on your genes.” She blinked. “Usually those sorts of evolutionary adaptations aren’t quite so direct, but it certainly makes sense to protect such vital organs. And it’s already proven its worth in your case, obviously, or else taking further sperm samples wouldn’t even be possible.”

My grin had faded. 80% of the researcher’s language had gone over my head, but somehow I could still sense the gist. The smile playing at Lia’s lips only seemed to confirm it. Casually the dragoness placed a hand on my thigh, and I felt my sac tighten in anticipatory fear.

“And with that in mind, well...what I'd really love is a fresh semen sample right after testicular trauma is administered. I mean, we wouldn't need a full rupture of the tunica albiginea like your previous attempt – just enough damage to trigger the immune response.” The tree frog blushed. “Normally I wouldn’t even ask something like this, but um, Opal tells me this is already a pretty regular part of your sex life?”

Uh oh.

I opened my mouth to protest, but Lia was quicker. “We’d be happy to help!” she offered, beaming. “Isn’t that right, dear?”

"Oh no no, not in a million–eep!" My eyes widened in surprise as fingers suddenly wrapped around my ballsac. Fuck, my mate was quick. I fought down a rising sense of panic as Lia adjusted her grip, tightening her claws just enough to start a distant, dull ache in my gut. By now, I’d felt her claws around my dragonmakers dozens of times, and it very rarely ended well.

The dragoness leaned close to whisper in my ear. "Either you do this now, or I'll crack your nuts twice as badly later." She paused. "Besides, it's for a good cause."

I looked back to the two frogs across from us. Julip was clearly a bit shocked, unsure of how to respond. And Opal...well, Opal was at least trying to look sympathetic, but she couldn’t fully hide the smile playing at the edges of her mouth.

“Uh...yeah,” I squeaked. “I’m down.”


“Oh please...oh balls...

I’d lost my voice from squealing a good ten minutes ago – somewhere around kick #20 – but that couldn’t stop me from croaking out the occasional plea for mercy. Not that it did any good.

“Are you sure he’s alright?” asked Julip. Her tone suggested equal parts concern and fascination.

The dragoness was balanced delicately on my groin – one foot placed squarely atop each of my plums, with her entire weight bearing down on the twin orbs. She’d been standing there patiently for the past few minutes, arms folded across her breasts as my poor spunkmakers slowly flattened and spread out beneath her. I would have had the strength to push her away, if not for the half-hour of testicular slaughter that had immediately preceeded this...but in my current weakened state, it was all I could do to clutch her legs and pray for unconsciousness. That, and stare at her ass, which was pretty much at eye level. If I was going to get my gonads stomped on, I was at least going to enjoy the view.

“Oh, he’s fine. In fact, this is a lot like how we met.” Lia furrowed her brow. “Or rather, it’s a lot like the first time I tried to pop one of his nuts. On purpose. Ah, memories.”

The female shifted her weight slightly, and my voice wavered up and down a few pitches before settling slightly higher than it had been before. I let out a fresh mewl of pain as my testicles rearranged themselves, seeking an escape from the terrible pressure and finding none. I couldn’t actually see what my nuts looked like at the moment – that was a small mercy, at least – but I knew from experience that they had given up on any kind of spherical shape by now. Even if the dragoness stepped away, I had no doubt there would be a pair of footprints left imprinted on my scrotum.

Ahem. Well, I, uh...I assume that’s probably enough at this point, right?” Julip watched, wide-eyed. “I mean, I don’t want to risk an actual rupture.”

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that – these things are still full of sperm.” Lia grinned. “Trust me, I can pretty much feel it sloshing around down there. But yeah, I suppose you’re right. Opal, you ready?”

“You bet! It’s been too long.” The buxom frog was standing on the sidelines, already stripped to the skin, wearing nothing but a grin from ear to ear. She turned to her friend. “You sure you don’t want to help? Come on, get naked!”

“I’ll just, uh, take notes this time,” answered Julip. “Besides...I have no idea how a guy can ejaculate right after that.”

Opal chucked. “You’d be surprised what a horny dragon is capable of. Hey P’oiu?”

I moaned something unintelligible, still wrapped around Lia’s legs.

The frog rolled her eyes. “Right, first things first. Lia, would you...?”

“Huh? Oh, right.” The dragoness stepped back, taking her weight off of my spuds. (Sadly, that did very little to ease the agony in my this point, I was going to be walking bow-legged for at least a day or two, no matter what. Still, better than getting my eggs scrambled even further.) Shakily I let go of my mate, reaching down to cup my flattened plums instead.

And flattened they were. I could have used a spatula to scrape them off of the hard stone floor. Granted, the orbs were quickly starting to re-inflate to their usual round plumpness, but that wasn’t a whole lot of consolation after they’d been so easily turned into pancakes. I didn’t even have the strength to curl into the fetal position – instead I just flopped back onto the floor, hands between my legs, mind a haze, eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.


I felt a pressure on my shoulder as Opal hopped up on to my body. I blinked – once, twice – before I managed to focus on the naked frog standing on my chest. Immediately my eyes fell to the female’s curves, tracing her full breasts, her round hips...anything to distract me from the aching pair between my legs.

“Hey – you know the drill.” The female planted a hand on her hip. “Ready to cum buckets for me, stud?”

My member gave a faint twitch...but that was it. My balls still felt like they were being actively trampled by a herd of elephants. “No,” I groaned.

She pouted. “Awwww. You’re not gonna disappoint me in front of a guest, are you? Especially after I spent the whole journey here bragging about that big, thick cock of yours...”

Another twitch, stronger this time. It had been a while since Opal’s last visit, and my libido was trying to make up for lost time. I could picture her clinging to my dragonhood, moaning in ecstasy, her whole body sliding up and down, up and down...

Lia had taken a seat beside me to watch the frog work her magic. Now she smirked as my maleness slowly began to lengthen, stiffening with each heartbeat until it stood up almost straight into the air. Casually the dragoness leaned forward, her breath hot on my member, her lips just a few inches away...and then suddenly she had closed the gap. I let out a ragged moan as she sucked down the first few inches of my length, her tongue sliding around the head.

Opal looked over her shoulder and grinned. “See? I knew you had it in you.”

I gasped and my claws scratched feebly against the floor as Lia sunk lower, a foot of dragon cock disappearing down her throat. A moment later it was back – now glistening with a layer of saliva, and harder than ever. Lia nuzzled at the rod, her breasts brushing up against me, and I felt myself throb in response, desperate for another touch. “Too easy,” she teased, eyes sliding shut as she delivered a slow lick up the length of my shaft.

“Oh fuck,” I breathed.

The frog faced me once more. “Now let’s empty those sperm tanks.”


“Well, that was, uh...more than I expected. More than enough for my research, certainly!”

“And there’s more where that came from.” Playfully, Lia flicked my left nut with a clawtip – gentle, by her standards, but still enough to make me squeak in pain and surprise.

Lia, Opal, and I were all thoroughly soaked in semen – what seemed like gallons of the stuff. When I’d finally blown my load (with Lia’s tongue on one side of my shaft and Opal’s gyrating body on the other), I had seen stars, and left a puddle of spunk that covered my groin, my chest, Lia’s face, Lia’s tits, pretty much all of Opal...

Even Julip hadn’t managed to get outside the blast radius. The tree frog was now carefully peeling off her top, which had fallen prey to a particularly large glob of dragonseed. I might have been embarassed if she hadn’t come specifically to collect the stuff.

“I warned you to get naked.” Opal’s naked body was completely drenched, from head to toe. Spunk dripped from her curves. “When a backed-up dragon explodes, it’s like a bomb going off.”

“I’ll remember that for next time,” she replied.

I groaned. “‘Next time’?”

Lia chuckled. “Give him a few weeks. I’ll make sure he’s ready.”

Great. I closed my eyes, trying to focus on the lingering pleasure of orgasm and to ignore the pulsing nausea in my groin. This was going to be a regular thing? Lucky me.

Science was HARD.

Friday, August 2, 2013

Also: MLP ballbusting snippet (Doctor Whooves/Derpy/Weeping Angels)

The world needs more My Little Pony ballbusting stories/art! Here's a little something to contribute.

* Never thought I'd be writing this sentence. Doesn't mean it's not true, though!


“Whatever you do, DON’T BLINK.”

“What are you talking about, Doctor?” Derpy kept one eye trained on the stone pony, the other swiveling lazily to look at her companion. “It’s just a statue.”

“Only while you’re looking at it.” The stallion’s voice was taut with tension. “This is a Weeping Angel. As long as you look at it, it’s quantum-locked, frozen in stone...but the second you look away, it strikes.”

“Well then why aren’t you looking at it?”

The Doctor grimaced. “Because there’s another one behind you.”

“What?!” The mare turned with a start–


Oh Celestia. The Doctor fought to stay focused on the Angel behind Derpy, even as tears formed at the corners of his eyes and nausea blossomed in his gut. “D-Derpy?” he croaked weakly. “What did I just say?”

“S-sorry, I...” The pegasus turned to face forward once again, her eyes widening in surprise. “What the hay? D-Doctor, the statue, it–!”

Just a moment ago, the stone pegasus had been all the way across the room, standing serenely. Now it was directly behind the Doctor, in a much more dynamic pose: balanced on its front hooves, with both rear hooves lashing out into the poor stallion’s groin. Even now, the male’s hind legs were suspended about an inch off the ground. Derpy winced as she realized where the bulk of his weight was resting.

“I-It moved, yes.” The earth pony’s voice was a few pitches higher than usual, and strained with effort. Gingerly the male scooted forwards, exhaling in sudden relief as the statue’s stone legs slid out from between his thighs and his coltmakers dropped back into place. His own legs quivered beneath him, barely supporting his weight. “Now would you please keep an eye on this thing before it does any more–”


Ohhhnngghhaaa!” The male’s eyes narrowed to slits as another crushing blow struck home, driving his testicles into his pelvis with all the strength and precision of Applejack during applebuck season. Agony exploded outwards from his groin, gripping his entire lower body. The stallion fought to keep his gaze locked on the other Angel, even as images of broken eggs and cracked walnuts danced at the edge of his vision.

His left eye twitched. “Derpy, I thought you were looking!

“I am, I am!” The mare looked sheepish, and more than a little panicked. “But you know, with my eyes, I can’t...sometimes I can’t really focus on one spot, you know? It’s a medical condition!”

The Doctor groaned, his eyes watering.

“If we get out of this,” he squeaked, “I am taking you to an optometrist.”

New Dragon Slaying project? ABCs: The Alphabet of Ballbusting and Cockteasing

Hey y'all! New project!

Over the past week or so I've started working on a new series of shorts - lots of little snippets involving P'oiu and Lia and a few other characters, both old and new. To help stir my creative juices (and because creative constraints are fun), I'm doing one story for each letter of the alphabet, starting with A and working my way towards Z.

I've already started laying out a number of ideas, but I'd love both feedback and new suggestions, particularly for some of the trickier letters (Q? X?):

I'm guessing most of these blurbs will be on the short side, under 1000 words, but some may be a bit longer, including the very first one (which I've already started). I'm hoping I can churn out at least one or two of these a month, since they're in nice little bite-sized chunks. Can't promise anything, but it seems reasonable :P

As I said, would love to hear your ideas - let me know what you think!

P.S. For any furry BB enthusiasts who haven't seen these yet: be sure to check out this short piece by Of The Wilds, and SagaDC's new BB epic (not to mention his first BB series, PLUS another spin-off series of one-shots). All are excellent, excellent fics :)

P.P.S. I still have a list of all the Pokemon blurbs everyone requested - no idea if/when I'll get around to them, but maybe this new project will kick me into gear a bit. I guess we'll see!

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Underground League: Learning the Ropes

Another Underground League story! This one's been in-progress for a while, so some of you may have already seen it, and I feel like I rushed the ending a bit just to make sure I got it done. Still, I hope you like the finished product!

P.S. Be sure to leave a comment – it's motivation to help keep me writing!

P.P.S. Think I might write another Dragon Slaying snippet next...Lia's been on my mind a lot lately :P Suggestions welcome!

To: Laura Pratt
From: The Underground League
Subject: Re: Re: BATTLE NOTICE: Availability on Friday, July 20th?


Thanks for the prompt reply! We're sorry to spring this on you at the last minute, but we had a pair of female first-timers cancel this week, and you were the next name on our list. And don't be nervous – judging from your fight test, you'll be an excellent addition to the Underground League roster :)

The details for your battle are as follows:

Sharkfin Stadium, Arena 3
Friday, July 20th @ 6:30pm

Since this will be your first battle, please report to the arena at least two (2) hours before your battle is scheduled to start. Check in at the front desk and they'll help you with your ID card, pre-battle preparations, etc. You should be–


The Luxio looked up with a start. "Y-yeah?"

"Here's your keycard – you're all set." The Rattata receptionist slid a lanyard keychain across the counter. "Locker rooms are to the left. Good luck, kiddo."

Laura shoved her smartphone back into her jeans pocket, snatching up the pass in a blue-furred paw. "Right. Uh, thanks!"

Sharkfin Stadium, Arena 3, 6:30pm. The lioness had re-read the message at least twenty times in the last 48 hours – and several more times in the past few minutes – but that did little to calm her nerves. She'd known that she was high on the waiting list, due for a call any day now, but even so the message had come like a bolt out of the blue. And just two days' notice? Really?

The feline exhaled, adjusting the gym bag slung over her shoulder, toeclaws clacking on the white linoleum floor as she walked down the hall. It was strange, coming here as a fighter instead of a spectator. She'd never seen the stadium anything less than packed, but the entryway had been virtually empty when she'd first arrived – just a few fans who had come early looking for autographs. (No one had asked her for an autograph, sadly, but then again no one was looking for a last-minute Luxio substitute.) The first time she had reached a door that said Authorized Personnel Only, it had taken a moment to realize that she was, in fact, an Authorized Person.

And the strange feeling only grew stronger as she moved deeper into the stadium, following the signs towards the women's locker room. The halls of Sharkfin Stadium were crisp and clean, almost clinically white – an odd juxtaposition, given the League’s reputation for getting down and dirty. Still, over the past decade the Underground had established itself as a serious battle league, if an unorthodox one. The bits of memorabilia lining the walls were evidence of that: news clippings from the Pok√©mon News Press; pictures of nude ‘mon locked in combat; a few bios of the League’s most notorious alumni.

The Luxio slowed for a moment as she passed one particularly noteworthy display, her eyes widening in recognition. Sinnoh Cup IV Semifinals: Hatchwood defeats Russell, proclaimed the placard, next to the now-famous photo of the buxom Charizard's knee buried in her Blastoise opponent's crotch. One of the most famous come-from-behind wins in the League's short history. Back in college, her roommate had proudly displayed that poster on her wall...until an argument with her boyfriend had reluctantly convinced her to take it down.

A slight chill ran up the feline's spine, looking at the picture. That would be her, soon enough. Maybe not going for the groin so much – she wasn’t totally sure how she felt about that, to be honest – but definitely naked, and battling in front of a massive crowd. Suddenly the idea of baring herself in front of a bunch of strangers seemed much more intimidating than it had been a few hours ago.

Which was a great thought to have just as she entered the locker room.

Laura touched her ID to the card reader with a beep and stepped inside, closing the door again behind her. Where the hallway was white and cream, the locker room was gray and black: dark checkerboard tile covering the floor; a row of metal lockers against the wall; long fluorescent lights set into the ceiling. A wooden bench in front of the lockers provided a place to sit, while a towel rack and the sound of running water indicated a block of showers further around the corner. The feline's ears swiveled unconsciously towards the latter, picking up the sound of voices but unable to make out any actual words.

There was no one else visible from the door, so cautiously Laura moved towards the lockers, slipping the bag off of her shoulder and placing it on the floor. She crouched down for a moment to unzip one pocket, rifling through a few pages of orientation paperwork before finding the sheet with her locker number and combination. Another few moments and the metal door opened with a quiet click

–and a thin strip of orange paper fell out, doing a few loops in the air before fluttering to a stop at her feet. Curious, the female bent down to pick it up. She turned it over and read:

Welcome to the League, rookie! Hope you like cracking nuts – here’s one to get you started.   –The Rest of Us Girls

The note didn’t fully make sense until Laura straightened up again and noticed the steel nutcracker sitting on the locker shelf, a half-cracked walnut crushed between its grips. The lioness half-laughed, half-winced at the discovery. Fighters in the League weren’t exactly subtle.

There were a few other accoutrements inside as well, including a towel and a water bottle, both branded with the black-and-blue of the Underground League. Laura had always found the Underground color scheme rather pleasing...though given how it matched her own fur colors, maybe that was unsurprising.

The Luxio unpacked the remaining contents of her bag – a sweatband plus a tanktop and shorts for future sessions in the gym – and then there was nothing left but the clothes on her own body. Laura reached down and pulled her T-shirt up over her head, tossing it to the foot of her locker, where it was quickly followed by a sports bra. A moment to set aside her keys and wallet, and her jeans joined the pile...

...but the lioness hesitated for a brief moment as she slid her panties down past her knees. Despite years of working on her body, the female had never been entirely comfortable with being naked. In fact, that was one of the reasons she’d signed up for the League in the first place. Facing your fears, right?

Not that she had anything to be embarrassed about. Those years of training had shaped her into one hell of a specimen: lean but muscled, shapely but strong, her toussled fur disguising a defined body underneath. A thick black mane cascaded around her head and shoulders, framing her blue-furred face; another tuft on her chest drew the eye to her breasts, two blue orbs tipped with black nipples. The short fur on her torso showed off her well-worked abs – and further below, her sex, framed on each side by a pair of toned legs. Her thighs and calves were wrapped in black fur, cords of muscle hidden from view but able to strike with precision and force. Behind her, her tail rested on the floor, a yellow four-pointed star at one end and a tight, athletic ass at the other.

But despite her enviable body, the Luxio still had to take a breath to calm herself as she tossed the last of her clothes into her locker. The female rolled her shoulders, trying to loosen up and get over her jitters. After all, she was about to be in a no-holds-barred battle – getting naked was the easy part. Laura felt her cheeks grow hot, embarassed at her own embarassment. No one was even looking at her yet, but she could feel her heart pounding at the thought.

Baby steps, then. Maybe she could start with a shower – a few minutes to get more comfortable in her own skin, and a chance to meet some of the other girls.

Even having made the decision, it took a force of effort for the lioness to actually grab her towel and start towards the showers. Once again, her ears perked up at the muffled sounds of conversation coming from around the corner, the voices growing clearer as she approached.

“–I mean, maybe you stay standing through one hit like that, but two? Honestly, I was shocked.”

“Oh yeah, Gordon knows how to take a blow and fight through it. I’ve seen a few of his battle tapes–”

Laura hung her towel on one of the metal hooks on the wall. From the corner of her eye, the Luxio caught glances of a few other females already in the showers, but she was too shy to risk an actual look.

“–impressive, for sure, but someday it’s going to cost him a testicle.”

“Probably. Poor guy’s probably sterile already–”

Uncertainly she padded into the room, her eyes trained on the floor as she found her way to the first available shower. The lioness reached out to turn the water on, wincing at the sudden shock of water on her fur before her body grew used to the wetness. She reached up to brush her mane out of her eyes–

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

"Whatever feels right," said Kelly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

Laura frowned. "Excited? Why would she–"


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

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

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

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

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

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

Laura was too stunned to respond.

“I hope you at least let him blow first,” said Emma coolly.

“Heh, depends what you mean by ‘first.’” She grinned. “He came right as I popped him. Tried to get me with a Take Down, but I slipped in and slammed my knee up between his legs” – the bird took a moment to pantomime the action – “and the poor guy shot his load all over my thigh. I must have a had a quart of spunk blasted up my feathers. It’s gonna take forever to get it all out, but it was so worth it.”

“He came just from that?” Kelly asked incredulously.

She shook her head. “Oh god, no, I’d been teasing him all match – Helping Hand, all the usual stuff. I actually thought he might cum right at the beginning, but then I got a Crush Claw in and that seemed to take the edge off.”

Laura was still staring stupidly at the Blaziken’s seed-soaked thigh when her brain finally caught up with the conversation, and it struck her with a start that she was looking at some Nidoking's last chance at children. "Shouldn't we, uh, save some of that? In case he wants kids or something?"

Kelly smiled and shook her head. "No, sugar, he's already been to the sperm bank. They wouldn’t let him fight somebody as highly-ranked as Blaze without taking a sample first."

"Besides,” added the fire-type, looking down at her leg, “I kneed it right out of his nuts – whatever sperm there are are probably pretty bent out of shape."

Emma rolled her eyes. "It doesn't work that way."

It was only then that Blaze seemed to take note of the newcomer. “Oh hey – are you new? Don’t think we’ve met before. I’m Blaze.”

“L-Laura,” the Luxray replied, rather unsteadily. “And, um...I don’t know if this is a weird question, but shouldn’t you be a little more...y’know...concerned that you just shattered a guy’s testicles?

The Blaziken shrugged. “Why? He’s got sperm samples. He knew what he was getting into. And if I wasn’t comfortable popping nuts, I wouldn’t be here.”

Emma nodded her agreement. “Laura, dear, if you’re going to fight in the Underground League, you’ve got to get more comfortable with injuries. Battling is rough; this kind of stuff happens.”

“I know, I know.” She twisted her muzzle. “I mean, I’ve fractured my wrist battling before, and I cracked an opponent’s rib in college, but it just seems...different, hitting below the belt. Unfair.”

“You’ve never neutered a guy before, then?” asked Blaze, folding her arms across her chest.

"No!" the Luxio replied, startled. “Of course not.”

The Blaziken frowned. "Okay then – what's the worst you've done to a guy? Knees, stomps?"

Laura blushed. "I mean, I've kicked a few, but that's all–"

“So you have busted balls, then.”

“Well, yeah...hasn’t every girl at some point? I’ve never ‘popped’ one, though.”

Blaze cocked an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”

“I...” The female’s cheeks burned. “Pretty sure.”

The bird shrugged. “Honestly, it can be kinda hard to tell when you don’t have much experience. Testicles are sturdy little things, but the difference between a bruise and a rupture is just a bit of strength or a bit of luck.”

“You can usually tell from the guy’s reaction, though,” countered Emma. “I mean, it varies male to male, but the squealing is pretty hard to miss.”

Laura blinked. “Then...have you both popped a ball before? Or...”

Kelly at least had the modesty to look embarrassed. "I mean, I don't go out there trying to leave a guy with a sack full o' mush – I just wanna make 'em swell a bit. But I'm a big girl, and things get heated in a battle, and sometimes you accidentally do some damage. It's just part of the sport, sweet pea."

Laura looked increasingly lost. "So you've done it too?"

She looked at her feet. “A few times.”

Emma chuckled. "A few?”

“Seven.” The Kangaskhan grumbled. “Seven times. But only two of those guys lost ‘em both!”

“And you got both those guys off before you neutered ‘em, right?” added Blaze. “That was considerate.”

The Luxio shook her head, trying to gather her thoughts. “Listen, I...I understand that going for the groin is a big part of the strategy here, and I know that almost every girl in the League does it. But I’m just not sure I could–...I mean, if I actually, y’know–...” She winced at the thought. “If I’m gonna end up doing permanent damage to some guy, then maybe I just shouldn't go for the balls."

"But they're just hanging there!" Blaze argued. The Blaziken was pouting now. "It's literally like a punching bag! You just get between a guy's legs and POW POW POW, you go to town!"

"And it's such an obvious weak point," added Emma calmly. "If you were fighting a water-type, Laura, you wouldn't refrain from using electric attacks just because they hurt, right? They give you a huge tactical advantage. Testicles work the same way – they give males more strength and aggression, but they give us an opportunity to equalize."

"Fine, I guess, but popping them? That seems extreme.” The Luxio bit her lip. “I...I guess maybe I could restrict myself to special attacks – Thunderbolt, stuff like that. Better than Crunch or Double Kick or something..”

“You really think that’s gonna make a difference?” The Kangaskhan chuckled. “You can fry ‘em or scramble ‘em, dear – either way, you’re serving up his eggs for breakfast.”

"And you’re being way too cautious,” said Blaze, folding her arms across her chest. “I mean, that's why guys have two – so you can burst a ball without having to worry about it."

"But you just burst both of that Nidoking's!"

Kelly rumbled. "Honey, he was a veteran fighter – if he was fighting Blaze, he'd been in at least a dozen matches before, and in every one of those matches he'd probably had his spuds kicked into his throat. I'd be amazed if he could still shoot swimmers even if Chicken Butt here hadn't turned his plums to pudding"

"Exactly." Blaze nodded. "Any guy who's been here for more than a few matches knows what he's getting into – you don't move up the ranks without putting on a good show, and for the guys that means getting your nuts kicked in. I mean, the overall win record is like 75% female, 25% male.”

“I guess that makes sense...I still feel a little bad, though.” Laura looked down at her feet. “I mean, if you break a male’s nuts, you’ve just ended the poor guy’s sex life.”

Emma nodded. “Well yes, it is a shame, but it’s a natural part of battle. And as far as sex lives go: do you know how many groupies the fighters here get? That Nidoking had probably had more orgasms in the past month than the average ‘mon off the street will in his entire life.”

The Luxio blinked. “Really? Wouldn’t he be too, y’know...sore for that?”

“You’d think so, but the girls love nursing a guy back to health.” Kelly chucked. “Besides – gotta check that the plumbing still works, right?”

“Convenient form of birth control, too,” noted Emma matter-of-factly. “Probably not as effective as the Pill, but still – kicks in the groin definitely lower sperm count.”

“Unless you’re that poor Aggron fella,” the Kangashkhan noted.

“Heh. True.”

Laura frowned. “Who?”

“An Aggron named Andrew Stokes – I battled him once. Nice guy, but crap at defense. Especially from knees.” Kelly shook her head. “Anywho, he went home with some random Gardevoir chick a few months ago, expecting some fun, but it turns out she was one of the kinky ones. Took the phrase ‘balls of steel’ a bit too literally, I guess.”

“She crushed his nuts while they were having sex,” explained Emma. “With an ‘accidental’ Psychic during her orgasm, if you believe her side of the story.”

“PLUS he got her pregnant,” chimed in Blaze. “That’s just adding insult to injury.”

“Hmm, I don’t know...if I were a male and my junk got turned to jelly, I might actually be happy that I knocked someone up first.”

“Yeah, but now he’s gotta pay child support! And since it happened outside the arena, he doesn’t even get a bonus for losing his testicles.”

Laura cleared her throat, drawing the other girls’ attention once more. “Geez. Um...are the crazy fans common?”

Kelly shook her head. “Not really, but you do have to avoid the occasional oddball. An Absol came up to me the other day and asked me to kick him..."

"You didn't?" asked Blaze, surprised. "I always do. It's a free shot in the nuts!"

"It's a lawsuit waiting to happen," replied Emma.

"Maybe if you pop 'em, yeah, but we've all got good enough control not to do that."

Kelly rolled her eyes. “Point is, it’s not bad. And better for us than the guys.”

Blaze put a hand to her heart. “Rest in peace, Andrew’s nuts.”

“Oh shut your beak,” replied the Kangaskhan, affectionately slugging her on the arm. “You’re one to talk. Your legs are like a testicle graveyard.”

“Hell yeah they are! HA!” Blaze threw a practice kick, her foot slamming upwards into empty space. “Oh fuck, I can’t wait to get the tapes for this last match–”

“Uh, guys?” interjected Emma. “I think we’re overwhelming the newcomer.”

All eyes turned to the Luxio.

“Oh no! I’m not...I mean...” Laura swallowed nervously. “It is kind of a bit much, to hear you talking so casually know...but I think I’m getting more used to it. This has helped a lot.” She paused. “I’ve got plenty to think about, anyway.”

Kelly nodded. “I’m sure you do. And we probably shouldn’t be filling your head with too many thoughts before your first match – we don’t want to distract you, after all.”

“Of course not,” replied the Luxio, her eyes falling to the Kangaskhan’s breasts once again.

The normal-type chuckled. “When the time comes, you’ll know the right thing to do.”

“And the right thing,” added Blaze, “is obviously to punt the guy’s stones into his stomach.”

“Or to tease him ‘til he blows,” added Emma. “Also a valid option.”

Laura smiled. “I’ll figure it out. But, um...I guess I should probably go get ready for my match now, huh? It’s already kinda getting late.”

“I’d say you’re ready,” said Kelly with a grin.

“Mmm,” said Emma.

“Yep,” agreed Blaze. “Oh, and P.S.? The fans are gonna love you, little miss sexy lioness.”

“Eep!” The female jumped in surprise as the Blaziken gave her a friendly slap on the ass. “T-Thanks!”

And so the Luxio turned to leave for her first Underground League match, trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach.

Behind her, the other girls shouted a few last words of encouragement:

“Good luck, Laura!”

“Knock ‘em dead, girl!”

“...Knock ‘em flat, more like.”

Oh shit–

It was all she could do to twist her body out of the way of the Raichu’s Thunder Punch; as it was it still brushed her hip, sending a painful shock up her side. The Luxio bit back a yelp, her fur standing on end. Sure, type resistance helped, but even so, electricity hurt.

Laura ignored the chance to counterattack and instead darted a few steps away, taking the opportunity to gather herself. The battle had been a bit shaky from the start. It had taken some courage to actually walk out onto the dry dirt of the stadium, in front of all those ‘mon without a shred of clothing on – but any nervousness about her wardrobe had quickly been replaced by the need to dodge quick fast now look out

Which she did, again, rolling around her opponent’s Slam and unleashing a Thunderbolt at his back in reply. The Raichu deflected the bolt with a flick of his tail, whirling to face her again.

Neither opponent had landed a solid blow yet, but both were clearly feeling the strain of battle. Laura wiped the sweat from her brow, panting heavily. The Raichu – Randall, his name was – clearly had the speed advantage, and she was now struggling to keep pace. She needed a hit, and soon.

But Randall had no intention of giving her an opening. The male dashed towards her once more, and Laura quickly side-stepped to the left...but the Raichu had anticipated the move. She threw up her arms to block, but it didn’t matter: he came crashing into her, a Headbutt connecting squarely with her chest and knocking her off her feet.

The Luxio fell hard, the air forced from her lungs as she crashed to the dirt. She gasped for breath, coughing at the dust cloud around her, eyes finding her opponent just as he leapt forward with a Body Slam.

With no time to react, she lashed up blindly, a crack of electricity echoing through the stadium as her footpaw connected with her opponent above. With the additional upward momentum, he soared straight overhead and tumbled to the ground beyond her, kicking up another cloud of dust. Scrambling, the Luxio rolled to her hands and knees, jumping up into a defensive stance to shield from his next attack–

–But the next blow didn’t come. She’d expected another rapid strike while she was down – a Quick Attack, probably – but instead she watched with some confusion as the male took a moment to climb to his feet, looking considerably less steady than he had a moment before. He was hunched over a bit, his face tight with pain, his legs squeezed together as if...

Laura’s eyes widened in understanding just as Randall lunged for her with a cry.

But the Raichu failed to reach her. Suddenly he was stopped a foot from her face: his forward momentum coming to a sudden abrupt halt, his fierce look replaced with one of shock. It had been an instinctive move, so it took Laura a moment to realize just what she’d done – the way she’d brought up her knee to stop him, and how it had hit home squarely between his legs, hard enough to bring the entire attack to a halt.

A thrill ran through her as her brain connected the dots: the queasy look spreading across the Raichu’s face; the two distinct lumps she felt against her bare thigh, pinned there between her leg and the male’s pelvis. Despite her earlier misgivings, the female felt the stirrings of pride. She’d done it! She’d flattened his nuts without even trying! Without even meaning to! And it felt...well, to be honest, it felt...

The Raichu quivered in place like a firework about to go off, body struggling to process the wave of pain radiating outwards from his crushed spuds. But after a long pause, Laura lowered her knee a few inches, enough to let the Raichu’s squashed gonads reinflate to their usual round shape. The male slumped with visible relief, looking up at the female with gratitude as he reached to cup his bruised balls.

Laura’s paw got there first.

And squeeeeeezed.

BATTLE RESULTS for Friday, July 20th
Kelly Moores (Kangaskhan ♀, 43-15)   vs.   Cody Lank (Mienshao ♂, 14-22)
Victor: Kelly Moores (KO via Dizzy Punch to the groin)
Summary: Cody’s type advantage gave him an early lead, but after Kelly got him off with Helping Hand, it was easy clean-up for the veteran Kangaskhan. Read complete battle summary »
Duration: 8:44
Injuries: bruised pelvis (mild)
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Emma Rosel (Espeon ♀, 25-18)   vs.   Max Freel (Floatzel ♂, 8-17)
Victor: Max Freel (judges’ decision)
Summary: This battle was a sexual war of attrition – both competitors seducing each other to the point of exhaustion. Read complete battle summary »
Duration: 15:00
Injuries: none
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Blaze Grinnell (Blaziken ♀, 107-22)   vs.   Lance Marshburn (Nidoking ♂, 33-31)
Victor: Blaze Grinnell (KO + testicular rupture via Blaze Kick)
Summary: Here’s one for the highlight reel. Blaze controlled the tempo of the match from the start, teasing Lance to the edge before driving his plums into his throat in an explosive finish. Read complete battle summary »
Duration: 7:19
Injuries: Double rupture; recovery unlikely. Medical report »
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Laura Pratt (Luxio ♀, 1-0)   vs.   Randall Walken (Raichu ♂, 0-1)
Victor: Laura Pratt (KO via Discharge/testicle squeeze)
Summary: Despite some initial hesitation, Laura overcame Randall’s strong offense and rallied from behind to seize the win. Read complete battle summary »
Duration: 6:32
Injuries: none
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