Dragon Slaying (7): Heat Wave

I managed to make good time for most of the afternoon, thanks to whatever it was the tiger had given me. It was nice to not have to spend all my time worrying about my package. By sundown, though, the effects of the medicine had started to wear off, and the pain started catching up to me. Walking gradually went from uncomfortable to painful to downright gut-wrenching. I struggled onwards for a few more minutes before deciding to call it a day.

I picked out a spot to sleep just off the edge of the path, behind a few bushes, and made sure it was hidden enough that a passing traveler wouldn't be able to see me in the evening light. I was still rather wary of what might happen if a certain orca found me asleep in the woods, plums ripe for the popping...I wanted to wake up still a male, after all. In the end I wound up sitting with my back against a tree, looking up at the stars as I finally settled down for some rest. This was the first time I'd voluntarily gone to sleep in the last few days, so my body was more than happy to oblige, and within a few minutes I had nodded off.

Now, my subconscious had quite a bit to work through, of course. I was expecting to have some kind of twisted nightmare involving dolphins, amphibians, and a scaly creature with a big pair of...well, y'know. Things did start that way, actually, but before anything too rough could happen, my thoughts spun off in an entirely different direction, much to the joy of my libido. Lemme tell you, I'd had sex dreams before, but this was...damn. I didn't know my imagination could could be so inventive -- or so stimulating, for that matter. I could have sworn I was back on the cave floor, with Opal wrapped around my cock. (Minus the ball-crushing, of course.) Needless to say, I was a rather happy dragon, and somewhat disappointed when I finally woke up.

Upon opening my eyes, I immediately realized several things. First, that my dream was just a dream, and that there was still an orca out there who wanted to pop my balls. Second, that that orca had not snuck up on me in the middle of the night and left me a eunuch. Third (and lastly), I realized that I had several feet of dragon meat throbbing in my lap, oozing pre in a puddle onto the ground.

Morning wood? Really? I mean, not that it was all that unusual for a single dragon like me, especially after a dream like I'd had, but given the state that my junk was in, it wasn't exactly what I was expecting...particularly not like this. I couldn't remember waking up this horny since I was a teenager. Despite myself I couldn't help but thrust lightly against the air, hoping for any kind of friction against my needy length. Even a breeze would do, at this point.

I knew from previous experience back at the cave that trying to masturbate was rather painful with my half-broken balls, and I jerking off probably didnt anything to help them heal, either. At this point, though, I was so needy I didn't even care. I had to try, at least. Carefully I wrapped a hand around the pulsing length, giving it an experimental stroke--

Holy shit!

Apparently I was even more turned on than I realized, as that one stroke was just about the greatest thing I had ever felt -- so great, in fact, that my cock tensed, twitched, and exploded, sending me into an orgasm before I even knew what was happening. I gasped, moaning loudly as my member pumped out its seed, thick white ropes of cum splattering across the ground in front of me. My eyes rolled back into my head as I came, my body spasming in pleasure. Gods! Nothing had ever felt this good -- or was it just that it felt good in comparison to everything else I'd been through lately? Either way, I just groaned and enjoyed the ride, just trying to stay conscious.

I can't have been more than a few seconds, I'm sure, but what felt like hours later I finally came back to my senses, hand still wrapped loosely around my member. I sat there for a moment before realizing, with some joy, that I wasn't curling up into the fetal position and clutching my balls. They ached a little more, sure, but nothing as bad as the last time I'd cum. (Granted, at that time Opal had been sitting on them, but still...) It seemed like that medicine had done some good -- maybe they were finally starting to heal up. I gave my left nut a gentle squeeze to check--

Oh no. Nope, not healed yet.

After spending a few more minutes doubled over holding myself, I was finally able to straighten myself out and climb to my feet. I glanced down at the path, which was now haphazardly covered in my spunk -- and when I say covered I mean covered. Carefully I tried to step around the long strings of dragonseed, wondering how exactly I'd managed to spurt all the way onto the other side of the path. Well, I thought,comforting to know that my balls still work, at least.

With that I was off, headed north once more, leaving the strange events of the morning behind me -- or so I thought. After a kilometer or two, though, I came to the realization that my hard-on wasn't going away. In fact, despite having just blown my load, I was still stiff as a board, raring for another round. So of course, I did what any male would do: I stopped and blew another wad into the bushes, just as hard as the first time. Even after that, though, I felt ready for more -- eager, even. I couldn't very well keep stopping, though, not if I ever wanted to find Opal, so I decided to ignore it and just keep going. It was a bit awkward, to be walking around with my cock just jutting out for anyone to see, but the way I saw it I didn't have much of a choice, so I just kept moving, erection and all. That is, until--

"Why hello there..."

I started at the sound of a distinctly feminine voice. I turned to find a hippo lying down on a rock a short distance away, looking back at me with a grin. She was stretched out comfortably, belly-down, dressed in only a bikini -- sunbathing, clearly. She had propped herself up on her elbows to talk to me, her ample breasts sandwiched beneath her as she soaked up the sun's rays.

"Ah! Hi," I replied quickly, claws instinctively moving to cover my crotch. The last thing I needed was another female taking interest in my balls...

The female giggled. "Don't be so bashful, boy -- there's no need to hide."

"Hmm?"

"Your cock. It's not like I haven't seen one before."

"O-Oh." That's right -- I was still hard, wasn't I. Very hard, In fact. Even with my hands crisscrossed in front of my groin, there was a good foot of dragoncock left in plain sight, bobbing slightly with my heartbeat. "Sorry about that."

"Don't worry about it," she replied amiably. "Nothin' wrong with a dragon being naked. I can't imagine they make clothes in your size anyway."

"Yeah." I bit my lip sheepishly, continuing to hide my crotch. "Still, I'm not usually so..."

"Excited?" she finished. "Hey, it's spring -- I'm not gonna fault a male for being a little eager. Besides, I could use a little eye candy from time to time." The hippo grinned again, lying back down on her stomach. "Now go on, then, your girl's in need of a good screwing."

Oh, if only. "Heh. I, uh...I don't have a girl, actually."

The female raised an eyeridge. "Really? What about the dragoness who passed by here a few minutes ago?"

I blinked. "I'm sorry, what?"

"The dragoness who passed by a few minutes ago -- a little shorter than you, ruby red. She's your mate, isn't she? Dragons are so rare in these parts, I just assumed you two were together." The hippo exhaled. "Poor thing -- I don't know if I've ever seen a female in that strong a heat."

And with that, everything clicked into place. Suddenly it all made sense...there was a dragoness in heat, somewhere nearby, right now! No wonder I'd been horny all morning -- I'd been breathing in pheromones ever since I'd woken up. In fact, now that I thought about it, there was sort of a strange scent in the air...a rather pleasant one, actually, no doubt some cocktail of chemicals designed to make my body go crazy. Any worries about Opal or the orca were driven away by that maddeningly sweet smell. I could picture her body, her curves, her soft moans giving way to louder squeals as she was impaled on my cock. Oh gods, what I wouldn't give to get a piece of that tail--

"You, um...you couldn't show me which way she went, could you?" I asked, a new tone of urgency added to my voice.

She frowned. "I thought she wasn't your girl."

"Not yet, no, but damned if I'm gonna miss an opportunity like this."

The hippo looked at me for a moment, then broke out into a laugh. "Ha! I like the way you think. Come on, then, let me show you where she went."

I watched eagerly as the female hopped down from her rock, walking over to join me. Now that I got a proper look at the rhino standing up, I could see that she didn't look half-bad herself -- strong thighs, wide hips, and a rack to rival Opal's tied back behind that bikini top. If I hadn't known there was a dragoness in the area, I would've been more than happy to sit down right here and relieve some tension.

The hippo was doing some appraising of her own, as well, wolf-whistling as she drew close to me. "You've got something to be rather proud of downstairs, don't you? Come on, give me a proper look."

"Uh..." I had yet to fully lower my hands, but at her insistence I let them drop to my sides, blushing as I exposed myself.

Her eyes widened. "Well, my stars." She gave my shaft a gentle poke, earning a healthy twitch in response. "I'd say you'll be making a certain dragoness very happy, if you know what I mean."

"Thanks," I said, thoroughly embarrassed. Still, it's not everyday you get those kinds of compliments, so I let her look for a few moment longer.

"And my god, I've never seen balls that size -- you've got so much spunk stored up in those nuts of yours they look like they're ready to burst! What are you waiting for, go out and get 'er!" The hippo grinned widely, accentuating her remark with a heavy slap to my swollen balls.

Of course, my balls were swollen for an altogether different reason. I paled as I felt the ache start in my groin, my legs quivering in an attempt to keep me upright. It was useless, though. I slid to my knees with an agonized groan, my claws latched around my poor balls once again.

"Nnnrggh...why would you...nnnrgh!" I moaned, squinting my eyes shut against the wave of nausea spreading through my abdomen.

The female looked surprised. "Well gosh. Never realized males get so sensitive when they're all pent up." She frowned concernedly. "You oughta jerk it once in a while, let some tension outta those swollen nuts."

"That's not why they're swollen," I groaned in reply, trying not to completely lose my composure. I cradled my busted junk, trying to soothe the pain. So many conflicting signals...now my balls were telling me to get in the fetal position and start rocking back and forth, but my nose was still telling me there was a horny, fuckable female somewhere in the area. My member continued to throb, drooling precum. Add it all together and my groin didn't know /what/ was going on.

The hippo looked confused for a moment as she watched me struggle to stay upright, but a look of understanding slowly spread across her face. "Ohhhhh," she replied, with a quiet giggle. "I see. I'm not the first to smack me some dragon junk today, huh?"

I just groaned in reply. Great. Laugh it up. Nngh, my fucking nuts...

Gently I forced my claws away, leaning forward onto my hands and knees. I sucked in a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down and focus. It was just a slap, nothing like the other stuff I'd been through. I could handle this.

"If you don't mind me asking..."

I looked up to see that a look of confusion had returned to the hippo's face -- she seemed fairly deep in thought, gazing pretty clearly at my crotch. "What?" I grunted, still rather distracted.

"Oh, it's just...you're a pretty big fella. I can't imagine many people could get the best of ya so easily." She laughed again. "I imagine it takes a lot of time and effort to squash a big ol' pair of dragonmakers like that."

"And that's funny?"

"Well...yeah."

Suddenly I was starting to like this new 'friend' a lot less. "So what, if I stomped on your ovaries that would be funny too?"

"There's no need to be bitter." The hippo rolled her eyes. "Besides, in case you haven't noticed, mine are on the inside. I was just curious what girl's been busting you -- I might have to ask her for some tips."

For a moment I had a mental image of Opal, demonstrating the proper way to crush a dragon's eggs without breaking them outright. "Oh fuck you," I growled, turning away from the female. "Why does every girl I meet have to be such a psycho? Haven't I been through enough?"

"Relax," she replied, "I'm just asking a question."

"Well then allow me to ask you a question: why are you such a bitch?"

The hippo harrumphed, folding her arms angrily across her chest. "Fine then, asshole, don't tell me. You can take of your little problem by yourself."

"Fine." I just focused on the ground beneath me as she stomped off, disappearing from my line of vision...which is why I was unprepared for what happened next. I didn't see the female stop behind me, nor did I see her foot coming up between my legs, but I most certainly felt the impact. I pitched forward with a frantic squeak as the hippo slammed a kick up into my nutsack, crushing my spuds into my pelvis. Oh fuck. I opened my mouth to scream, but before I could even get any sound out she followed up with a knee, squarely pinning the two nuggets against hard bone before drawing back and kneeing me once more for good measure. She held her leg there, grinding her bare thigh into my trapped testes for a moment before finally letting the scaly orbs squirm away to freedom. Only then did I finally manage to get my claws around my freshly-flattened balls, tumbling onto my side with a wail like a banshee.

It's amazing how no matter how many times you've been bashed in the ballsac, each time feels like the worst pain you've ever experienced. I know that a kick and a couple of knees wasn't much compared to the original beating the orca had given me, or compared to how Opal had practically popped them when she was riding my cock, and something like this shouldn't have even registered on the pain-scale after the virtual nut-piercing my tiger friend had given me. That didn't matter so much to my body, though -- all my body knew was that someone was trying to turn my nuts into peanut butter, yet again. I lay there shrieking like a female, clutching my wounded dragonhood and trying to soothe the endless agony radiating out from my mangled jewels. It felt like my groin had exploded -- the only reason I didn't think my nuts had burst was that they were now too enormous to miss, swelling ever larger from the abuse. I rolled onto my back with a tortured moan, spreading my legs to give my aching pair some room to breathe. "Oh, my balls, my fucking balls!--"

"Oh, I'm sorry, did I do that?" The hippo gazed down at me for a moment, grinning as she watched me jerk and twitch. "Couldn't help myself. Y'know, being female and all that."

"Fuck you!" I squeaked, voice several octaves higher than normal.

She frowned. "Well that's not very nice. Good luck getting any dragoness tail with /that/ kind of attitude. Not that it really matters." I spasmed again as she bent over and gave my gonads a hard slap, the twin orbs jiggling with the momentum. "I doubt these guys still work anyway."

I looked up and opened my mouth to respond just in time to see her foot fly into my sack once more, sending me back into the fetal position with a squeal. I writhed in place, my body seeking an escape from the agony as the nausea in my abdomen continued to spread. I wrapped my claws tightly around my gonads, trying to protect them as the hippo launched a few final kicks and stomps at my groin, succeeding in crushing my right nut several times in a row before finally backing off. "My balls!" I squeaked, tumbling back onto my side. "Oh my...annnngh...!"

The female watched me for a moment before spitting on the ground beside me. "Good luck getting it up. Asshole." And with that, she walked away.

I lay there crumpled up for a good fifteen minutes before I managed to open my eyes and confirm that the hippo had left. It took at least another thirty before I could sit up and breathe again, and even then it continued to feel like my testicles were being put through a meat grinder. They were both still there, though -- as always, for better or for worse. I was starting to wonder if it was a curse or a blessing that they wouldn't just pop already. At least then I wouldn't have any balls to bust.

Of course, even while I was rocking back and forth and trying not to vomit, the dragoness continued to dominate my thoughts. I'd gone soft for a minute or two while my eggs were being scrambled, but once the hippo had left, it hadn't taken more than a few moments before my prick was standing at attention once again. Right now it was as hard as it had ever been, more than ready to perform its duty. As I looked down at the pillar of flesh sticking up between my legs, I could almost picture the dragoness sinking down on my cock inch by inch, her sex clamping down hungrily around the thick intruder--

No, no, no. Every instinct told me to go to the girl and screw her brains out, but my brain knew better. There was no way I could have sex like this -- I could barely stand, never mind fuck. I just needed to drag myself somewhere secluded for the night, forget about the dragoness, and start looking for Opal again tomorrow. And maybe jerk off a lot in the interim, if my nuts could handle it, or else I was going to wake up tomorrow with the worst case of blue-balls the world had ever seen.

With some effort I hoisted myself to my knees and then slowly to my feet, trying to cushion my testes as much as possible. I glanced around and spotted a small, somewhat overgrown path branching off of the main path -- perfect for my purposes. Carefully I waddled forwards, focusing on my feet and resisting the urge to just fall back to the ground and hold myself. Luckily the path was fairly short, and I managed to struggle onwards to the end, where it opened up into a small clearing. I staggered a few more paces before finally depositing myself at the foot of a large tree.

I let out a loud sigh, looking down at the heavy orbs cupped in my claws and wondering what I'd ever done to deserve this. My balls had been kicked, kneed, squeezed, stomped on, and now they were stopping me from having sex with a horny dragoness. Great. I shook my head and looked up--

--only to lock eyes with possibly the most attractive creature I had ever seen, her scales a deep red, one hand groping her breasts while another thrust a makeshift stone dildo in and out of her dripping slit.

"Why hello there," the dragoness purred.

Scraps: Charizard v. Nidoqueen

Second in a series -- more ballbusting snippets drudged up from an old hard drive. This selection is about a Charizard v. Nidoqueen battle, which eventually (much later) morphed into the first chapter of Battle Training. There are two different versions below, pieces of which may sound familiar if you've ever read my rhino/dolphin story :P Anyway, enjoy!
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Nidoqueen bent over, hands on her knees, chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath.

"Not bad," Charizard huffed, a bit short of wind himself. "I can see why my trainer wants you."

"Shut up," she spat back, wiping the sweat from her forehead. "This ain't over yet. I'm not losing this battle if it kills me!"

The dragon smiled, showing a glint of his pointed teeth. "Oh, you'll give in."

"Charizard!" the trainer shouted. "You've got her now! Body slam!"

Nidoqueen heard the command and started to move into a block--

--But was knocked back as the fire-type slammed into her startled frame, catching the female unprepared. She gasped as a jolt of pain shot through her upper body, her hands moving instinctively to protect her ample breasts.

She let out a low moan and opened her eyes to find Charizard standing over her, a smug grin plastered across his face.

"Well?" he asked, placing his paws on his hipps. "How are the twins?"

Nidoqueen's jaw dropped. "You-- you targeted my chest on purpose?!"

The dragon grinned again. "Yeah, what of it?"

"You...you bastard!" she yelled, trying to ignore the ache spreading through her upper body. "You -- aanngh -- what the fuck!?"

"Sorry, babe." He shrugged. "All's fair in love and war."

She was shocked silent for a moment before her nostrils flared in anger. She wanted to get up and beat the stuffing out of the dragon, hit him so hard he couldn't stand up for a week -- and then something caught her eye. The male was standing with his legs slightly spread, the female's legs beneath him, perfectly placed for a hard kick in the--

"Oh really?" she countered, slowly drawing her legs back, rearing to strike. Her eyes hardened. "Then you won't mind this!"

Charizard had only a moment to be confused before her feet slammed up into his testicles, crushing them against his pelvis. His eyes flew open as his hands instinctively went to his crotch, only to find the Nidoqueen's powerful legs pumping upwards.

"Oh...oh gods!" he finally managed to squeak, body shaking in pain. "My balls, my balls!"

"My balls," the female growled, gritting her teeth as she pulled her feet back and launched them into his jewels again. She could feel the dragon's orbs against her feet as she made contact: could feel the nutflesh squish between her toes as she mangled his dragonhood.

This time the dragon let out a long, keen wail, desperately clutching Nidoqueen's calf as her toes scrambled his eggs. "My BALLS!" he screamed, clawing at her legs. "My BALLS!"

The trainer watched in shock as the wild Nidoqueen pulverized his Charizard's testicles: he cringed at the male's frantic screams, unable to avoid the mental image of the dragon's scaly testicles popping beneath her feet.

That thought had crossed Nidoqueen's mind as well. By now she was fondling herself while the male suffered, one hand cupping her generous tits and the other moving slowly toward her slit. Nidoqueen bucked as she moaned in pleasure -- Charizard letting out a shriek as her legs stretched, threatening to pop his defenseless gonads.

"How does it feel?" she taunted, flexing her toes and watching the fire Pokemon twitch in response. "Which one do you think I should pop first?"

Charizard's face was completely white as he let out a ghastly shriek, paws pulling frantically at the female's foot -- and then he froze, completely still, as a sickening crunch came from his groin.

Nidoqueen giggled. "The left one, apparently."

Charizard let out a pathetic-sounding mewl, his eyes rolling back into his head.




Charizard whirled, ready to strike, and--

--And stopped, a look of absolute shock on his face, as he felt Nidoqueen's foot come down to rest on his unprotected balls.

"Wha--!" he stuttered, jerking instinctively backwards only to stop with an unintelligible squawk as she bore down harder on his jewels, pinning them underfoot. His balls were stretched painfully from his crotch, nearly halfway to his knees, forcing the dragon to scuttle forwards to relieve the tension.

Nidoqueen watched with an amused smile, appraising the Charizard's package with her foot as he struggled for composure. Her smile grew wider as she realized how well he had been endowed. That only adds to the fun, she thought to herself.

"Well," she stated, looking down at the supine lizard. "What have we here?"

The male fought to control both the anger and the fear in his voice as he replied. "What the hell," he spat, "are you doing?"

She grinned. "We're in the middle of a battle. What does it look like I'm doing?"

The dragon snarled. "Listen, bitch, get your paaaaaangh!" he cried out as the female pressed down, sending a wave of pain through his gut.

She scowled down at the Charizard. "Listen, punk," she growled menacingly, "if you want me to pop 'em right now, just call me 'bitch' again."

The dragon looked up at the busty female, fear slowly spreading across his muzzle. "But you -- you can't--"

"Oh can't I?" She grinned down cruelly at the male, flexing her toes atop his scaly ballsac. "I'm wild, honey. I can do whatever I damn well want, and that includes busting your sorry balls." The Nidoqueen folded her arms across her chest. "Hate to break it to you, Char, but you're fucked."

Charizard tried to slow his speeding heart; he could feel the cold sweat forming on his body. "You -- you don't have the guts!"

Nidoqueen snorted. "I didn't survive this long by playing clean, bucko." She caught the quick look of shock that flickered across his face. "Yeah, I've done this before. Usually just kicks and knees, but sometimes, well...let's just say you wouldn't be the first male I've ruined."

The Charizard's eyes grew wide. "No -- no, please," he begged, trembling beneath the female. "Oh gods, please, you wouldn't!"

The female laughed and leaned over, offering Charizard a perfect view of her generous tits. "Oh," she half-growled, half-breathed, staring directly back at him, "oh, I would."

"They're my testicles!" he cried, desperate, trying to ignore the foot resting on his groin. "You can't, please! You're not male -- you don't understand the pain!"

The Charizard's trainer watched silently, frozen as he watched the wild Nidoqueen threaten his pokemon's masculinity. The fire-type seemed to be begging for mercy, but judging from the female's smug smirk, he wasn't getting anywhere.

"You know," she remarked, rolling his nuts beneath the sole of her foot, "it's funny. These little things are the source of all your strength, and yet they're so--" Nidoqueen paused and felt his nuts for a moment, playing with the twin orbs. She stopped. "So vulnerable," she finished with a grin.

"Oh goaaggh!" he choked, doubling over in pain as the female applied pressure to his unprotected dragonhood. Instinctively he reached for her calf, trying to pull her leg from his groin.

Nidoqueen laughed again as Charizard wrapped around her tree-trunk leg, letting out an agonized moan as her toes splayed around his nuts. She savored the feeling of his gonads for a moment before increasing the pressure, causing the male to release a keener, higher-pitched wail.

"My baaalls!" he squealed, his tail whipping back and forth in agony. "No no please anything just noAAGGH!"

The trainer watched in horror as Nidoqueen bore down on Charizard's testicles, flattening them beneath her foot. With obvious relish she flexed her toes, reaching up to fondle her breasts as the male screeched in pain.

"I can feel your gonads," she told him, feeling his nutflesh squish between her toes. "Your big, heavy balls. Your dragonhood. Everything that makes you a fire-type, everything that makes you a male, under my foot." Her other hand found its way to her slit, slowly stroking along the swollen folds. "Mmmmmm yes," she breathed, slipping a digit inside. "Oh, I am going to castrate you, big boy."

Drool dripped from the corner of Charizard's mouth as his body spasmed, trying to find a way to dislodge the massive female.

"They're going to pop," she continued, roughly grabbing her own tits. "They're going to explode. Just like Venusaur's. Just like Rhydon's. Just like Scyther's and Nidoking's and Blastoise's and every male," she smirked, "who's ever tried to capture me."

The dragon's leg twitched once, twice, and then jerked straight, his jaw going slack as the female's weight suddenly shifted to one side.

"Oh." The Nidoqueen smiled, showing her teeth. "There goes one."

Scraps: Ivysaur/Venusaur

Rescued from an old hard drive -- an incomplete snippet from a long time ago. Thought it was worth post, though :P
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With a deep breath, the Ivysaur pulled her foot back and slammed her hardest kick up between the male's legs.

The pain that followed was infinitely more than Venusaur had expected. As the female's foot rocketed up into his crotch, he could feel her toes sinking into his ballsack, the twin spheres distorting around the force of her blow. But what he felt was mostly just shock...that is, until her foot hit his pelvis, and his testicles were suddenly trapped between her amazing kick and his unforgiving bone. Time slowed even further as he felt his saurhood flatten, smashed flat like pancakes, his mind exploding in agony as the Ivysaur stressed them to the breaking point.

The female, too, seemed to experience the whole thing in slow motion: her foot striking upwards into the male's heavy seedsacks, the twin orbs rolling off to either side of her paw before being crushed into the Venusaur's pelvis. She could feel his tortured testes trying to escape the force of the blow, abandoning their usual spherical shape as they attempted to squirm out from between her toes, but it was useless: the Ivysaur's kick had trapped them perfectly.

Venusaur just stood there, still trying to process the pain as his family jewels re-descended from where the female had kicked them up into his throat. And then, just as he thought he might be able to survive this agony, the second wave hit, more powerful than the first: nausea ripping through his gut, the rest of the world forgotten as he collapsed to his knees, clutching his battered balls.

The male was completely silent for a moment, frozen in a tableau of pain, until finally he gave out a tiny, tiny squeak. Ivysaur started to giggle at this response but was cut off as he gave out a second, longer squeal, toppling forward into the fetal position. "My..." he managed to say, voice several octaves higher than normal. "My--"

"Your what?" the Ivysaur asked, folding her arms across her breasts.

Venusaur froze again, brain searching for an escape from the blinding agony. "My...my...my /BALLS/!" he finally screamed, doubling over anew, clutching whatever was left of his saurhood. "OH MY GOD, MY /BALLS/!"

"Relax," the female said coolly, smirking at the Venusaur as he writhed on the ground. "They're still intact. I woulda felt one pop if they weren't."

But Venusaur was still inconsolable: he jerked spastically, hands clamped over his testicles to protect them from any further injury. In the middle of his torture he tried to inspect his sack, to make sure the twin orbs were still there, but he couldn't tell through the pain, and he couldn't believe they would've survived the Ivysaur's kick. Now the kick flashed through his mind again: the mental image of her foot sinking into his groin; his testicles flattening until *pop*, they were nothing but mush; the Ivysaur's sick smile, knowing she had just ruined a male's saurhood.

Pain, Personified (2): A Will and a Way

So my story about Deke wasn't enough to scare you off, huh? Strange people, you are. Not that I mind, of course -- I'm happy to talk about a subject like this all day.

Anyway, where was I...oh right, after the "accident". Lemme tell you, as far as accidents go that was probably the best one I ever made. Sure, I'd basically ruined my boytoy, and I was a little disappointed about that, but the knowledge I'd gained...it was pretty stimulating, to say the least. I spent pretty much the entire day after it happened locked in my room, frigging myself silly, imagining those big balls of his flattened between my toes. Then that night my mother and I had a nice long talk about the first guy she'd ever popped -- apparently some drunken turtle guy came home with her after a frat party, expecting to get lucky, and ended up going home with less than he bargained for. It was more good bonding time.

Of course, once my initial horniness from the experience started to wear off, I had to start looking for someone to replace Deke -- someone new to bust. Otherwise, until I found a new boyfriend I'd have to get my kicks elsewhere. As a result, the month or so after Deke and I broke up was pretty rough on the local male population. I'd gotten quite used to having a pair of nuts to bust whenever I wanted, and that wasn't about to change just because he was gone. Instead I took it out on just about anyone with testicles. I sent more than few people home with bruised balls, I'm sure. It was fun to be back on the market for a while.

I was a little worried, though -- a girl can only bust so many people in one village before the word gets out, and sure enough, within a couple of weeks I had started to build up a reputation. I caught at least a few boys my age purposefully shying away from me, and even the ones still willing to talk to me got a lot more careful: keeping some distance, standing at an angle, making sure that if I did hit them it wasn't likely to crush anything. One guy got so worried he started wearing a cup -- which I only discovered by slamming my knee up into his groin. (Of course, he hadn't put it on correctly, so I still managed to drop him to his knees...)

The pickings got slimmer by the day. Once in a while I'd manage to rope a guy in for a night of sex, then spend the evening making him squeal, but it got progressively more difficult to hook people as my reputation spread. Apparently even the promise of a nubile young orca gal wasn't enough to convince a male to put his nuts on the line. I mean, I still managed to get in plenty of kicks and knees walking around town, but I started to worry that I'd never find another male like Deke, someone to play with for hours on end. Until I met Will, that is.

I was down on the docks picking up some fish for dinner one night when I first ran into him. He was this skinny little dolphin kid around my age, a bottlenose, just lounging around and wasting time. That wasn't so unusual -- there were plenty of people who hung around the dock -- but what caught my eye was what he was wearing. I guess he must have been jogging earlier or something, because he was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of running shorts that didn't leave much to the imagination. My gaze was immediately drawn to the two sizable bulges that were his testicles, parked beneath an equally-impressive bulge that could only be his cock. He certainly wasn't shy about his equipment -- and why would he be, with tackle like that?

I licked my lips. Of course, being the girl I am, I had an appreciation for a fine pair of balls, and I couldn't very well leave without giving 'em a quick feel...or a kick. He was by himself, fortunately, so I snuck up behind him as quietly as I could and tapped him on the shoulder. "Um, excuse me?" I asked, putting on my most innocent look.

"Yeah?" He turned to face me, legs wide open...perfect. Before he had a chance to do anything else, I slammed my knee up into his crotch, pulverizing that tight package. It was a great hit -- he was completely unprepared, and I got him just right, hitting so hard that I lifted him into the air. I felt the twin orbs flatten against my thigh and gave myself a mental pat on the back -- he'd be hurting for a while from that kind of a knee. He let out a startled "oomph" at the blow, his body tensing, and his eyes went sorta unfocused...pretty typical stuff for a guy who's just been racked. I waited until he locked eyes with me, then pulled my knee back in order to let him fall, waiting for him to crumple onto his knees. But he didn't.

At first I was confused -- maybe I hadn't hit him as hard as I thought? -- but when I looked down, his legs were quivering, barely supporting his weight. I'd definitely busted him good, but somehow he was staying upright. He wasn't even hunched over! Any guy in his right mind would be holding his balls, at least trying to protect himself, but he was just standing there like I hadn't even hit him. I could still see those two lumps in his shorts -- rearranged a bit by my knee, but otherwise as plump and healthy-looking as ever.

Finally the dolphin seemed to gather his thoughts, a pained but amused look spreading across his face. "Is that all you got?" he asked, grinning.

I was too stunned for a response, so I just did the first thing that came to mind: I hauled off and kicked him in the dolphinmakers, as hard as I could. I was in bare feet, and all he had on were those tight-fitting shorts, so I could feel his nuts as I made contact. I knew I'd caught 'em both, slamming them up into the pelvis, following all the way through with my kick to make sure his eggs were nice and scrambled. It was a textbook ballbust, the kind my mother would be proud of, and the look on his face said the same thing -- score one for Kayla. I held my foot there for another moment, juggling his balls with my toes before pulling back to let him drop to the ground.

I watched him struggle with himself for a moment. His eyes were bugged out just a bit as his body tried to process the pain coming from his groin, the flood of signals racing up his spine. He started to bend over, knees buckling -- then stopped and began straightening again, slowly but surely. From the way his body shook, he was obviously in agony, but somehow he managed to hold it together, his legs still spread.

Well. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't impressed -- I hadn't met the male yet who could stay standing after a kick like that. And he still wasn't even covering himself! His fins twitched, obviously eager to cover the twin orbs between his legs before I could crush 'em again, but he managed to keep them to his sides, leaving his hefty nuts open to whatever torture I had next. Almost like he wanted me to kick 'em again. The idea was tempting.

"Mmmgh." He gasped, still grinning despite the obvious pain. "C-Come on, you can do better than that."

I had to laugh. He had guts, if maybe not brains, and I liked that. "Are you looking to get your balls popped?"

"Depends," he grunted, still fighting to maintain his balance. He gave me the best sly look he could, given the circumstances. "Will you be doing the popping?"

Y'know, it's strange -- I got compliments from guys all the time, on things like my looks or my personality, but they rarely affected as much as his little remark did. I felt a blush rising to my cheeks, which was only aided by the sight of the bow-legged dolphin boy in front of me. Damnit, he was so cute trying not to buckle over! I couldn't take it. Without another word I turned away, preparing to leave -- but not before flicking my tail up sharply between his legs, my flukes striking his ballsac with an audiblesmack.

That, apparently, was enough: the male lost all pretense of composure and toppled to his knees, fins moving to cup his battered groin. "Oh fuck," he groaned, curling up on the ground.

I smiled to myself and left.

That was our first encounter, and it was enough to keep me thinking about him almost non-stop for the next week. I went back to the dock a few times, hoping to bump into him again, but he was never there, so I had to content myself with the memory...which was more than enough to fuel a few late-night masturbation sessions. After a few days I started to fear that maybe I wouldn't see him again, but then one sunny afternoon we ran into each other in the center of town. I was out with some girlfriends to take advantage of the weather, and when I looked up, there he was, sitting on a bench and reading a magazine. I managed to excuse myself from the group and walked over to join him, scoping him out before he had a chance to notice me. I noted the crotch of his rather baggy shorts with some disappointment -- it was impossible to make anything out, even though I knew what lay just underneath.

I didn't have much time to be disappointed, though, as just then he looked up, glancing around for a moment before catching my eye. I'm sure he recognized me right away, but for whatever reason he chose not to say anything about our last encounter. Instead he just waved me over, gesturing to the empty seat beside him. He set his magazine aside as I took a seat.

"I'm think I may have seen you around here before," he started, smiling. He held out a fin. "I'm Will. Nice to meet you."

"Uh...Kayla," I replied, grabbing and shaking his hand. "Nice to meet you too."

That was how it all started -- we got to talking, and talking led to flirting, and we ended up hitting it off surprisingly well. I have interests outside of ballbusting, of course -- writing, gymnastics, swimming -- and as it turned out, we happened to like a lot of the same things. It was wonderful just hanging out and getting to know each other, swapping stories and experiences. We even got into a pretty long discussion about Eel Gaiman's latest book. Still, it was hard to focus with him sitting like he was, his legs spread, practically inviting another nutcracking. Every couple minutes I would steal a glance at the crotch of his shorts, imagining those plump spuds of his beneath my foot, or between my teeth, or squashed slowly by my fingers...

Eventually I realized that I had been sitting there for quite a while -- long enough that my friends had given up on waiting for me and left. In fact, judging from the grumbling of my stomach, it was about time to head home for some of my mother's cooking -- that or get grounded for breaking curfew.

"Listen," I said, "it's been fantastic talking to you, but I've gotta go -- we should hang out again sometime soon."

"Of course, I'd love to!" He grinned. "Same time tomorrow?"

"Sure! That sounds great." I smiled. "I'll see you tomorrow, then." With that I climbed to my feet, preparing to leave, but as I turned to walk away I caught a glint in his eye that I hadn't seen before -- the same amused glint that I'd seen when we'd first met. I paused, looking back at him one more time.

He looked straight back at me, still grinning. "Seriously?" he asked.

I blinked. "Sorry?"

He chuckled, folding his arms across his chest. "It's just...you haven't tried to bust me once this entire conversation. I assumed you'd be all over me given the chance -- is something wrong?"

I couldn't help but laugh. It was so forward, after we'd both spent the entire afternoon tiptoeing around the topic -- but it was just what I'd been waiting to hear. "You mean you didn't get enough the first time?" I teased, looking down at his crotch. "I assumed the boys'd still be swollen about now. Besides, it seemed to me like a couple kicks were more than enough."

"Oh, I don't know that I could ever get enough of those legs of yours," he replied smoothly, eyes drifting downwards. "Wanna show me what else you got?"

I didn't need a second invitation. I took a step towards the dolphin, leaning in to whisper in his ear and placing a knee on the bench for support. Of course, I made sure to plant that knee in a very specific place, finding his balls in those baggy shorts and shifting my weight forward until they began to pancake outwards beneath me. I could feel the twin globes squirm, trying to escape the pressure, and -- oh god, I hadn't squashed a pair of nuts this good since me and Deke were still together. I could imagine his dolphinmakers distorting under my weight, those spunk-heavy nuggets flattening until they were ready to burst.

"How's this?" I asked, pressing down to accentuate.

He took a moment to respond, the look of pained shock on his face gradually turning into a pained smile. "G-good," he stuttered, glancing up at me. "Oh...oh god, you really know your way around a pair of nuts. Ohhh."

"Why thank you," I replied, smiling sweetly. The dolphin let out another "oof" as I bounced in his lap, grinding his balls against the wood of the bench.

It was only then that I noticed something poking insistently against my thigh, something thick and...throbbing. I'm not sure how I had missed the massive tent in his pants before, but it was more than obvious now, rubbing up eagerly against my leg. I wasn't sure if he was hard because of all the flirting we'd been doing, or if it was actually because I was kneeling on his nuts, but either way, he certainly wasn't getting any softer. I figured an erection was invitation enough. Without a word, I reached down, wrapped my fingers around the straining bulge in his pants, and gave it a few quick strokes.

The dolphin tensed and, to my surprise, exploded, his cock leaping in my grip and firing thick shots of spunk into his shorts. I could feel his member twitch as he blew his load, the cum forming a huge wet spot on the front of his pants. Will bent forwards with a quiet gasp, burying his face in my chest as his body shook and surrendered its spunk. I let him stay that way for a few more seconds, moaning out his pain and pleasure as he came down from his peak. It wasn't the smoothest thing in the world, to be sure, but it was flattering in a way.

I watched him twitch for a few moments longer, resisting the urge to slip a hand beneath my own waistband. God knows I was wet enough, but that could wait. First things first.

"Tomorrow, yes?" I asked, looking him straight in the eyes.

Will forced his gaze upwards to meet mine. "It's a date," he panted.

I leant back, taking my weight off his groin, and immediately he curled up, nursing his flattened spuds. I smiled, bending to give him a quick peck on the forehead before I turned and walked away, mind full of ideas for tomorrow.

Pain, Personified (1): Learning the Hard Way

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Dragon Slaying (6): A Walk in the Woods

So it turns out that stumbling along through the woods with a pair of swollen nuts is about as fun as it sounds, which is to say: it sucks. I'd been wandering around for about an hour now -- not all that long, normally, but in this situation it seemed like an eternity.

First of all, I was just /tired/. It'd been a while since I'd gotten any sort of restful sleep -- being knocked unconscious didn't really count -- and my whole body was definitely the worse for wear. At times I barely felt strong enough to stand up. I guess it made some sense...after all, for the last several days my leg muscles had either been chained down and unable to move, or else seizing in pain.

Secondly, I wasn't getting any less hungry, as my stomach kept reminding me. I'd happened upon a single berry bush earlier on, which provided about half a mouthful of food...enough to keep me going, but certainly not enough to satisfy. Besides, dragons want meat! I mean, I would've settled for a nice garden salad at this point, but I was still dying to sink my teeth into something a little juicier.

Of course, those were both just minor problems when compared to the two hanging between my legs. My balls continued to throb with every step I took -- and that was when I was cupping them in my claws. When I /wasn't/ cupping them in my claws, I couldn't take more than a few paces with them bouncing back and forth between my thighs before I had to stop, lean against something, and moan for a minute as I waited for the pain to dissipate.

Obviously, the going was slow.

Lemme tell you, staggering around with a pair of aching nuts really makes you think about the design for a minute. Honestly...why on earth would you ever put something that sensitive in a place that vulnerable? I mean, they're hanging outside the body, with absolutely no protection, nothing to stop a kick or a slap or a squeeze. The legs are basically a built-in targeting system -- even if the girl kicking you has horrible aim, your thighs'll guide her right to the target, and once her foot's up in your spuds it's all over. I suppose they're orbs, at least -- that makes it a little more difficult to trap one in place and really crush it -- but that's hardly a relief when a single blow can already drop you to your knees. It doesn't make any sense. I mean, you'd think that the males built like that would gets their balls bashed in -- a couple kicks or knees from an angry girlfriend -- and then pop, no more offspring, no passing the bad genes on to the next generation. It had to be some kind of evolutionary freak accident that things had ever gotten this way.

Anyway, as you can probably tell, I had a lot of time to dwell on this as I made my way slowly through the forest, hoping to come across something I could actually hunt. Not that I was sure how I'd actually be able to hunt with both hands around my ballsac, but I sort of figured I'd make do. Somehow.

Finally I stumbled across my opportunity: a traveler, alone in the woods. He was a tiger, sprawled out next to a tree, his pack set down on the ground a few feet away. My mouth watered at the sight -- he wasn't huge or anything, but he was definitely a decent meal. I wondered for a moment if he was asleep, but as I watched he picked up a twig and twirled it briefly between his fingers before setting it down again, glancing up at the clouds. Just stopping for a rest, I suppose, I thought to myself. Well then, I'd better interrupt before he starts moving again... I was already behind him, in a prime position to strike, and as far as I could tell he hadn't seen me yet. Perfect. I crept a pace or two closer -- slowly now, making sure not to alert the tiger of my presence. Once I had a clean shot I moved into a crouch, preparing for the strike. I flexed my claws, grinning, and sprang--

Of course, the prospect of a warm meal had already made me forget about the baggage between my legs. As I jumped, I was brought sharply back to earth by the sensation of my scaly pouch flopping against my thighs, its tender contents crying out at the sudden abuse. In my surprise, I couldn't help but let out a short grunt -- a grunt that made the tiger turn his head, sighting me as I leapt from the brush.

I'm not sure whether to blame myself for my own distractedness or to commend the tiger for his lightning-fast reflexes, but one way or another he managed to dodge my initial attack, my claws just brushing the fur on the back of his neck as I passed by. Dammit, I thought to myself, landing on the grass a few yards past him. The element of surprise was gone -- on top of which I was feeling a bit queasy -- but I was not about to lose my chance at lunch. I grit my teeth and tried to ignore whatever madness might be going on downstairs. The way my balls were bouncing inside my sack was less than pleasant, but I managed to shake the feeling off and focus on the task at hand.

I turned and caught sight of my target again. The tiger had fallen over when he dodged my leap, and was now scurrying backwards in a frantic sort of crab-walk, a panicked look in his eyes as he tried to put more distance between us. I couldn't help but grin -- he was obviously mine. I was faster, stronger, built for the hunt; I was the predator and he was the prey. It felt good to be back in a position of power, after everything I'd been through. I'd been victimized quite enough, thank you -- now it was time to win the fight for a change. With a sharp-toothed grin I looked down at the male, then dove forwards, claws outstretched.

Unfortunately, I hadn't quite caught on to what it was the tiger was doing. Just as I jumped I realized that he'd been scrambling away for a reason: he was trying frantically to fetch something from his traveling pack. I was in mid-air, a split-second from the kill, when he finally managed to find what it was he was looking for: a quarterstaff. At the last possible moment he wrenched it free and, without looking, stabbed blindly upwards...

...directly into the center of my left nut.

What followed, unfortunately, left as deep an indent on my brain as it did on my poor gonad. I was helpless to do anything as I felt the entire momentum of my jump focused into that one point in my groin, my left testicle crushed into my pelvis, completely skewered by his staff and my own massive weight.

The next thing I knew I was on my hands and knees, dry-heaving and clinging to the edge of consciousness. The ground swirled in front of my eyes. I couldn't feel anything from the waist down -- all feeling seemed to stop at my groin, where the sickening nausea that currently dominated my entire body was strongest of all.

I was faintly aware of the tiger coming to crouch beside me, placing a hand on my back. "Whoa." Even he himself seemed a little in awe of what had just happened. "You, uh...you alright?"

My mouth had been opening and closing silently for a few seconds now, but I finally managed to settle on some sort of high-pitched whine...which I'm pretty sure would have been a full-throated shriek, if the wind hadn't been knocked out of me. Slowly I toppled onto my side, my claws moving shakily to cover my tortured plums, or at least whatever was left of them. Through the blinding pain I couldn't even make out if there were two orbs, or one orb, or any at all, for that matter.

"My nuts," I squeaked softly. "My...my nuts!"

Understanding slowly dawned on the tiger. "Oh fuck, is that where I hit you?" He frowned. "I was wondering how I managed to take out a big guy like you."

"My /nuts/!" I repeated for a third time, in barely more than a whisper. It was almost as if my body had been frozen in place -- I couldn't find the strength to scream, or to clutch myself, or to start thrashing in agony. I was just stuck motionless as the pain continued to crawl its way through my abdomen.

"You look like you're going into shock," said the tiger concernedly, looking at my covered groin. "Here, let me take a look and make sure you're alright."

Honestly, I'm not sure I was really hearing anything he was saying. My brain was already more than occupied trying to process the flood of pain signals coming from my mangled dragonhood. I hardly noticed him nudging my legs apart with his staff -- not that I had the strength to resist him even if I'd wanted to. Instead, all I heard was a sharp intake of air.

"Oh...god. That's..." The tiger seemed momentarily at a loss for words, simply gazing at the swollen mass between my legs. "What, um...what size are your balls /usually/?"

I finally managed to summon the breath for a proper moan. "/Unnnnnngh/!" My claws scratched feebly at the earth, trying to find some outlet for the agony in my groin. "Oh, my fucking nuts..."

"Yeah, uh..." The tiger bit his lip. "Well, I mean, the good news is that they both still seem to be there. They're just...they're very swollen."

At this point I still wasn't paying much attention to the smaller male...at least, not until he used his quarterstaff to give my gonads a quick poke. I shot upright, bending double around my brutalized berries. "What the /fuck/?" I squeaked, rocking back and forth as I fought back the urge to vomit. "What was that for?"

"Sorry!" he said immediately, taking a step back and putting his paws up. "Didn't mean to hurt ya, I was just making sure you were intact."

I didn't have the energy to argue. Instead I just sat there and moaned, my entire world focused on the fragile beans between my legs. "Ohhhh fuck!" My family jewels had been kicked, punched, stomped, squeezed, slapped, crushed, and now stabbed, and all I could do was stand there and take it. (Well, not "stand", exactly. Crumple to the ground squealing, more like.) What the hell was next?

The tiger looked on with a concerned frown for a moment, watching me tremble in agony, when suddenly his eyes lit up. "Oh wait, I know!" He rummaged through his bag for a moment, pulling out a bottle filled with some kind of white paste. As I watched he walked over to a nearby tree and ripped off an oversized leaf, then coated one side with the liquid, leaving it glistening and wet. "Here we go."

"What...oh god...what are you doing?" I coughed, still mostly out of it. Oh fuck, my fucking /nuts/--

"Helping you, hopefully." He looked up. "This is an anesthetic -- if you hold this leaf against your crotch, it should numb the area after a minute or two. It might help with the pain." He held out the leaf. "Try it."

In any other circumstance, I would have been more suspicious, but honestly, at this point I was willing to try anything. I took the leaf and eagerly pressed it to my bloated ballsac -- of course, a little too eagerly, making me bend double as I bumped my badly-busted junk. In my state, even light taps were now starting to feel like full-force kicks. I shuddered to think what a full-force kick would actually do to my distorted gonads.

To my pleasant surprise, however, I felt the pain slowly start to ease away. It wasn't that it was disappearing entirely -- there was still that low ache in my gut that underlies every blow to the balls -- but it certainly took the edge off. It no longer felt like I was about to die...or rather, it no longer felt like my spuds were about to burst at any second (if they hadn't burst already). It was a welcome feeling after everything I'd been through, even if the numbness was a little disconcerting. I gave my sack a cautious poke and hardly felt anything. Well, I thought, this stuff might have been useful to have earlier...

Of course, with my body no longer feeling like my very dragonhood was threatened, my attention swung back to another pressing topic. As I opened my mouth to thank the tiger, I was interrupted by a loud growl...from my own stomach.

"Geez." The tiger's eyes were wide. "I, uh...I'm guessing you're hungry?"

"Uh." I frowned. "Yeah."

"Hmm. Well, I ain't got a lot of food, but sounds like you could use it more than I could. Here." He pulled another bag from within his knapsack, loosening the knot to reveal a modest spread of fruit.

Again, I didn't need a second invitation. I gobbled it down in several mouthfuls, savoring the taste for just a moment before letting it all slide down my throat. It wasn't a lot, but in my state, it was enough. "Mmmph. Thanks."

Now that I was no longer starving or keeled over in nutpain, though, the situation seemed a little stranger. What exactly was this guy up to? I mean, dragons weren't exactly friendly with other species. In fact, at the moment I wasn't really friends with anyone besides Opal...and that was a friendship worth having, if you know what I mean. Why would someone else want to be nice? I watched him bend over his knapsack once more, repacking the objects he'd taken out.

"Um..." I cleared my throat. "Why are you being so nice?"

"Sorry?" he asked, turning.

"Why are you helping me?" I repeated, suspicious. "I mean...you know I was trying to eat you a minute ago, right?"

"Does a guy need a reason to be helpful?" He leant on his staff. "Listen, I know what it's like to be nailed in the nuts -- I couldn't just leave you here clutching yourself. Wouldn't be right. Besides," he added, "I figure maybe if I'm nice to you now, someone else is nice to me later down the road. Karma and all that."

I growled. "Well...thanks, I guess."

"Don't sweat it," he replied. "It's basic decency, right? I mean, I'm not here to kick somebody while they're already down."

I tried to ignore the various painful images that the word 'kick' conjured in my head.

The tiger gave another look at my scaly scrotum and shivered. "Gods...from the way you hit my staff, I'd say you're lucky to have anything left down there."

I could think of plenty of words to describe my situation right now, but "lucky" was not one of them. I let out another groan, glancing down at my groin. God damnit. I recalled once having a pair of oval organs hanging between my legs -- two big, heavy dragonmakers in my scaly green sack -- but what was there now looked more like one ugly lump. The only real indication there were two separate spheres at all was that my left nut had now swollen even larger than my right one.

He was right, though. They were both there, if a little...bent out of shape. That was something, I guess, after all I'd been through.

"...Yeah," I muttered. "They've been through a lot recently, so I guess I should be thankful."

The tiger looked up. "Hmm?"

I gritted my teeth. "It's, uh...it's sort of a long story. You probably don't want to hear it."

"I'm listening," he replied. "I'm in need of a rest, and I doubt you'll be moving anytime soon, so why not?"

I thought for a moment. Eh, what the hell. "A-alright, then. See, it started with this orca chick..."

I proceeded to spend the next quarter-hour explaining what had happened to me over the past few days -- /everything/ that had happened, from the orca, to Opal, to the note I'd discovered this morning. I figured if I was gonna get my dragonhood smacked around, I oughta at least get a good story out of it. Retelling the story, it sounded almost ludicrous how much abuse my balls had taken. I almost wouldn't have believed it myself, if I hadn't been holding the proof (very gently) in my claws.

"...and that's why I'm wandering around out here," I finished, biting my lip. "Because I'm hungry and because there's a psycho who wants to see me with crushed nuts."

"Shit," murmured the tiger. His paws had involuntarily moved to cover his own crotch over the course of the conversation. "That's rough. How do you...I mean, I'm surprised you're not...Why didn't they--"

"Why didn't they pop?" I finished for him, shuddering at the thought. "I'm not totally sure. Us dragons are built to last, and I guess that includes my testicles, but I'm as confused as you are. It certainly /feels/ like they should be broken." I weighed the twin eggs in my claws for a moment, relieved for once to not feel any pain. Thank god."At the very least, I think I'll probably be shooting blanks from now on."

"Oh, don't be so sure," the tiger reassured, glancing down at his own groin self-consciously. "They're pretty resilient little guys, as long as you don't lose 'em entirely."

I raised an eyeridge. "And you would know about this how?"

"Personal experience." He gave me a sheepish look. "There was, uh...there was this pantheress girl growing up who had a thing for blasting me in the nuts...I think it was her way of flirting or something. She'd sneak up and nail me any time she had the chance -- kicks, squeezes, whatever she could get away with. She used to tie me to a chair with my nutsack hanging over the edge and use it like a punching bag." I could see him grimace at the memory. "There were a couple of times when she hit me so hard I had to stay in bed for a few days to let the swelling go down. I thought for sure she was going to ruin me some day, just pop them by accident."

I frowned -- despite the numbness, my nuts had begun throbbing anew in sympathy. "Ouch. Sorry. I, uh...I hope everything's still operational down there."

"Well that's what I'm saying -- I've got a son now, so apparently she didn't bust 'em up too bad. I can still remember the feeling of that black paw slamming up into my crotch, though..." The tiger shuddered. "Sometimes they just start aching -- I think it's because of her."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. Sorry for bringing it up."

He shook his head. "It's not a problem. I'm not complaining -- I mean, I haven't had 'em stomped flat like you have."

I cringed. "Yeah, and I hope you never do." I gave myself a cautious fondle, still not feeling any pain from the numbed area. "Thanks for the medicine stuff, by the way. This is the best I've felt since before this whole thing started." I grunted, rolling my left nut between finger and thumb -- I figured that as long as I could handle my gonads without doubling over in agony, I might as well make sure I really /was/ in one piece.

"Heh -- I had a hunch that stuff might work." He grinned. "Seemed appropriate, anyway."

Something in his tone made me curious. "Why?" I asked, as I switched to inspecting my right nut, satisfied that the left one was still in some kind of orb-shape.

"Oh, I bought it off a potion-maker a couple miles back -- it's made outta dragon spunk, apparently." He laughed. "Probably the best thing for your balls, right?"

No...it couldn't be.

"You, uh." I cleared my throat. "You...didn't happen to buy that off of a female frog, did you?"

He blinked. "Yeah, actually...damn attractive, that one. Why, you know her?"

"She's the frog I was talking about!" I exclaimed. "The healer! The one who was fuckin' bouncing on my balls!"

"Wait...you mean you were boning that?" The tiger's jaw dropped. "Gods, you lucky thing! Hell, that practically makes the nut-crushing worth it, don't you think?"

I wasn't sure I agreed with that statement...though I wasn't sure I entirely disagreed, either.

"Actually," the tiger continued, voice dropping low, "if you want the truth, the reason I stopped here was because I couldn't get her out of my head. I was planning to...well, y'know." He gestured vaguely at his crotch. "Relieve some stress."

An image of a naked Opal wrapped around my cock flashed through my head, my shaft twitching weakly at the thought. Can't blame him.

"So wait," he continued, furrowing his brow. "This is...yours, then?" He held up the medicine bottle, filled with some kind of milky-white solution.

Ooh. "Um...apparently." I blushed. "Sorry if that's awkward."

The tiger thought for a moment, then shrugged. "Eh, what you gonna do. At least I know it's fresh."

I shook my head. "Where did you see her? If you could point me in her direction, that'd be wonderful."

The male thought for a moment. "Well, I met up with her about two hours ago. I dunno exactly where she was going, but she was headed north, so that's probably your best bet to find her."

I was already climbing to my feet. "Excellent. Listen, I hate to cut things short, but I probably oughta head after her as soon as I can."

"Don't worry about it." He grinned. "Good luck, eh? Be careful with those nuts of yours -- I'm sure that frog chick would want 'em still working when you find her."

I winced, but chuckled. "Yeah. Thanks so much, for everything. Safe travels!"

And with that I was off -- northbound.

Dragon Slaying (5): Morning After

When I came to a few hours later, I found myself in a pose that was becoming unfortunately familiar: the fetal position. My claws were latched protectively around my battered family jewels, trying to prevent any further damage; my legs were drawn in tightly, trying to ward off attack. My poor dragonhood continued to scream at its mistreatment, and by this point, it was getting hard to believe that the two misshapen lumps I was clutching had ever felt anything /but/ pain. A quick glance revealed that my ballsac had turned a deep, bruised shade of purple, the skin stretched taut in order to hold its swollen contents. Still, despite my every thought to the contrary, my balls had /not/ been smashed flat; in fact, from the feel of things, they were more or less how I remembered them. The fact that I had my nuts at all was certainly a relief -- as was the fact that I no longer seemed to be chained to the floor. Opal must have set me loose after I had passed out.

Opal! I'd almost forgotten what had happened with the frog, but it all came suddenly rushing back, and /damn/ if it wasn't wonderful. My cock twitched at the memory. I wondered if I'd be able to convince her to play around again some time in the future -- I'd kill for an opportunity with that rack and that ass where I /wasn't/ chained down. Of course, other parts of the memory didn't exactly help with the queasiness I was already feeling. I wasn't sure I'd ever be able to look at the frog's legs again without imagining my nuts being crushed between her thighs, or her foot rocketing up into my crotch. Still, the thought of the naked female was already starting to make me hard, even with my aching dragonmakers telling me I never wanted to see a female again. Despite my better judgment, I reached down to grasp my stiffening member, giving it an experimental pump -- only to immediately let go as my balls squealed in protest. I curled back into the fetal position with renewed purpose, my arousal forgotten. Apparently that would have to wait. I just hope I don't get blue balls on top of everything else, I thought ruefully. Damn frog.

Absently, I realized that I had no idea whether the female was still here -- or for that matter, how long I'd been out for. "Opal?" I croaked weakly. I waited for a few moments, hoping for a response, but none came. It looked like she'd cleaned up and left -- at least, that would explain why their weren't any pools of dragon spunk left on the floor from our activities. I guessed that she'd probably taken the cum she'd needed and headed off to get her potion-making done.

Well. If she wasn't here, I'd need to figure out how to take care of myself. As I lay there, trying to get a grip on the nausea swimming up through my abdomen, I still wasn't sure I had the energy to do anything /but/ clutch my gonads, but I figured I'd have to try sooner or later. With a loud groan I rolled onto my back, trying to get my bearings. Slowly I forced my claws away from my groin and spread my legs, swallowing the wave of nausea that came as my nuts slid down my thighs and thumped dully against the cold stone floor. Even that trivial movement sent a shock of pain through my body -- I let out a quiet moan, fighting down the urge to curl up again.

As I lay there for a moment, trying to settle myself down, something beside me caught the corner of my eye. I turned my head sideways to see a make-shift scroll lying next to my head, the words "READ THIS" scrawled lazily across the outside. It seemed like as good a distraction from the pain as anything else. With some effort I reached over and picked the message up, then opened it and began to read:


P'oiu,

Morning, sleepy-head! Sorry I had to run, but I've got to start making those potions I mentioned. (Thanks for the load, by the way -- you came almost twice as much as I needed, you stud-dragon you. Enough ingredient for the potions and even some extra for me...)

I took another look at your nuts while you were out, and it looks like everything's still intact -- plenty of swelling, but nothing permanent. They'll probably look a little funny for a while, but they should heal up fine, assuming no one /else/ starts beating the sperm out of 'em. I'll be back in a few days to make sure you're doing alright...and to play some more, if you're feeling up to it.

Missing you (and your cock -- mmmm),
~Opal


Well, I was glad she'd had a good time, at least, and glad to hear she had enough of her ingredient -- with the way my balls felt right now, I wasn't sure I'd be producing more any time soon.

Anyway, that confirmed my hypothesis: apparently I was alone. It was kind of a relief, actually -- after all, being alone meant I didn't have to worry about anyone else clobbering my poor gonads. All I'd have to do is lie low for a little while, give myself some time to rest up, and wait for Opal to come back and "test the equipment". I mean, there are worse things in life than just lounging around for a few days, waiting for a sex goddess to come service you.

Of course, there was always the chance that someone /else/ would come before Opal. so lying out in the main chamber of the cavern clutching myself wasn't exactly the best plan in the world. I wasn't eager for another angry female to come stomping in and see me like this, so I was probably better off moving somewhere a little more out of sight, like maybe the bedroom, or the kitchen...

...the kitchen. My stomach growled approvingly at the thought, and it suddenly dawned upon me that I hadn't eaten anything for quite some time -- since before the orca came and started this whole mess. I guess the nutpain had been distracting me from the hunger, but now that my nuts were no longer in any imminent danger, I was /starving/. To the kitchen it was, then -- assuming I could walk.

Carefully I rolled onto my hands and knees, cupping my balls in one hand to minimize any jostling before gently letting the two orbs drop and dangle between my thighs. I glanced back between my legs at my own testicles. They hung a lot lower than I remembered -- which I guess would make sense, given how much larger they'd swelled. I watched the two heavy orbs sway for a moment, still unable to believe how much agony they'd put me through.

I tentatively climbed to my feet, one hand going back to my balls for support as I slowly straightened up. My legs felt weak beneath me -- there was still the strong temptation to fall back down to the floor -- but this seemed doable. A took a few experimental steps, wincing. I'd definitely be walking funny for at least a few days, but the pain was manageable, at least for the time being.

My stomach growled again, louder this time, and I began stumbling slowly towards the kitchen. It definitely helped to be holding my family jewels in my claws, making sure they didn't bounce back and forth between my legs as I walked, but even so, short jolts of nausea shot through my stomach with every step. I bit my tongue to keep from groaning any more -- I was gonna have to get used to it, at least for now. It was with some relief that I finally reached my destination, reached for the cupboard, and tore it open to reveal:

Nothing. Hmm. That was unfortunate.

I then checked the pantry next to it...to similar results. Completely empty.

Gah! I began frantically (or as frantically as one can, while cradling his nuts) opening cabinet drawers, searching for something to satiate my hunger. Sure, I hadn't gone hunting in a while, but I had to have /something/ lying around, right? Right?

"Come on!" I roared, banging my head against the wall in frustration. My stomach simply growled again in response.

I took a moment to try to calm down and get myself under control. I mean, I'd just survived two different females bashing my balls halfway to oblivion -- I could handle something small like this, right?

Goddamnit this sucked.

Unfortunately, things were about to get even worse. I opened my eyes and looked at the spot I'd just banged my head against -- and suddenly noticed that something had been scratched roughly onto the wall. Apparently I'd failed to see it when I'd first walked in. Curious, I took a step back and began to read:


Drake--

You are a scourge on this land and you cannot be allowed to procreate. I know I can't kill you outright, but I will make damn sure you can never use that limp worm of yours on a female if it's the last thing I do. I swear on all that is holy: I am going to pop your fucking balls. Squish.

Enjoy them while they last,
a fishy friend


My hunger was abruptly forgotten. Oh god...the orca. Both hands went right to my scaly sac, trying to soothe the sudden ache in my gut. She was coming back? Oh fuck, she was coming back. I tried to swallow back the slow panic that was rising from my stomach. What was I going to do? Just the thought of what she'd done to me was enough to make me nauseous. Granted, my nuts seemed pretty indestructible by this point, but god knows what'd she'd do /trying/ to pop them.

There was something next to the message, as well -- I peered more closely to make out what else the female had left behind. Scratched onto the wall was a crudely-drawn depiction of...well, it looked kind of like a before-and-after illustration. On the left side was a rather well-endowed male dragon. On the right side...well, let's just say there was a certain orca stomping on that dragon's crotch, and he appeared to have somewhat /less/ than a full set of testes. I shuddered involuntarily at the image, giving my gonads a gentle fondle to reassure myself they were still there.

This was /bad/. I was alone, in no condition to defend myself, and she could be coming back any time. Hell, for all I knew she'd be coming back with reinforcements -- I could hardly imagine what her and a friend could do to me in this state, and I didn't want to find out. The only possible protection I had was Opal, and I decided she must not have seen the note, or she wouldn't have left. Hell, I was the only supply of dragon spunk in a fifty-mile radius; what would she do if some angry bitch came and burst my balls? There was no potion that could fix that, as far as I knew.

Goddamnit, why does the ballbusting bitch of an orca have to target me? I glanced down at my crotch, grimacing as I hefted the swollen orbs in my claws. They still throbbed from what they'd been through, and I could hardly bear the thought of another foot or knee slamming into my groin -- god only knew what would happen if she started stomping on 'em again.

I considered my options.

First of all, I could stay put, and hope that I'd recovered by the time the orca came back. That didn't seem smart for several reasons. First off, she knew that she'd left me crumpled in pain; she'd probably be back any day now, to finish me off while I was still wounded. Secondly, even if I was healed up, all she'd have to do is get in one good hit to my balls and it'd be the same story all over again. Not to mention if she was coming back with company -- I quivered to think about multiple females taking turns with my nuts.

Next I thought about seeking out Opal, but that didn't seem too feasible, either -- I had no idea how long ago she had left, or where she'd gone, and stumbling around looking for her was just /asking/ to attract unwanted attention. Besides, would Opal really be able to protect me? She made fantastic potions, sure, but I was unclear exactly how useful that would be to a male in my situation.

Hmm. I couldn't exactly stay put, at least not if I valued my testicles. I'd have to strike out for somewhere. Where?

Just then my stomach interrupted yet again, with another angry growl -- orca or no, I was still damn hungry. Maybe I'd be best off starting out with a hunt, then figuring out where I wanted to go from there. At least then I'd be thinking on a full stomach. (I tried to not to worry about how I would hunt with both hands wrapped around my nutsac -- I'd figure something out.)

It seemed like as good an idea as any, and with that decided, there was no point in wasting time -- after all, the orca could show up any minute. With a few grunts I waddled my way to the mouth of the cave, balls in my claws, headed for god-knows-where.

Battle Training (1.5): Deleted Scene

A short little snippet I wrote when I was considering taking things in a different direction. Enjoy :P
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"Spread your legs more, dear."

Leon fought back a groan as he obeyed the order, trying to ignore the leaden ache radiating from his groin as he lay on the examination table.  Goddamn it.

"Now this'll only take a moment," soothed the Chansey, smiling down at her patient, "but it may not feel very pleasant, so try to focus on something else, okay?  I'll be as gentle as I can."

"Got it," the Charmeleon grunted, trying to distract himself by focusing on the cracks in the ceiling.  At least this time he knew what to expect.

It had been a couple of weeks now, since the whole thing had started -- since he'd been unwittingly and unwillingly dragged to the front of the classroom for a 'harmless' little demonstration.  That demonstration, of course, had involved a Nidoqueen bashing his balls until he wasn't sure they worked anymore...then sucking them dry to prove that they did.  His nuts had ached inside and out afterwards.  That was what had sent him to the nurse's office the first time, to make sure nothing was broken.  Luckily, nothing was, and after a few days Leon felt about as normal as he ever had.

Unfortunately for the Charmeleon, though, it hadn't quite ended there.  Ever since, the Nidoqueen had made a habit of swatting his nuts whenever she got the chance: a playful slap after class, a backhand in the hallway, whatever she could get away with.  It wasn't exactly pleasant, as any male would tell you, but Leon did his best to grin and bear it.  It was meant to be flirtatious, after all...and he certainly didn't mind the 'attention' she'd occasionally give him afterwards.  Besides, she never really hit himhard, not like she had that first time.

Until today, anyway, the Charmeleon reminded himself, wincing at the nurse's touch on his aching orbs. He'd dropped some books in the hallway after classes, and was on his hands and knees picking them up.  Of course, he wasn't paying attention, and that was when the Nidoqueen just happened to be walking by, and...well, next thing he knew, there was a foot in his crotch and stars dancing in front of his eyes.

"Oh I'm sorry, hon, but I couldn't resist with 'em just dangling there.  You've gotta learn to watch your back!"

Bitch, thought Leon to himself...anyway, he'd lay there crumpled up for a few minutes before painfully dragging himself over to the nurse's office, which was where he was now, checking once again to make sure things were operational.  Because they sure didn't feel that way, with the way that kick had crushed 'em up against--

"Well," said the Chansey, interrupting his train of thought, "everything seems to be in working order."

The Charmeleon breathed a sigh of relief.  "You're sure?" he croaked.

The female smiled.  "You started with two, right?  They're both there.  They'll probably be swollen for a day or two, though, so take it easy for a little while.  Sexual activity would probably be a bit painful."

Leon blushed.  Not like I'm getting much anyway.  "Okay."

"That's all I needed to say, so I guess we're done...are you feeling well enough to walk?"

"I think so," he replied, sitting up slowly.  He glanced down at his groin, frowning at the two tender lumps for a moment before climbing to his feet, cupping his balls in one paw to minimize any jostling.  He took a few hesitant steps towards the door, cringing at the dull ache in his gut as he hobbled forward.  "Yeah, I think I'll be alright.  Thanks."

The nurse smiled to herself for a moment, watching the male make his slow exit.  "Y'know, there's a saying among Chanseys that seems strangely applicable here."

Leon paused, turning.  "And that is...?"

"Take care of your eggs -- if they break, you don't get new ones."  The female blushed lightly.  "I mean, we're usually talking about a different kind of egg, but I think it's still useful advice in your case.  Be a bit more careful, alright?"

The Charmeleon grimaced.  "Thanks, I'll, uh...I'll keep that in mind."