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A year.

A year.

That's how long Raj had been… living with the red dragons? Biding his time? Being held prisoner? Whatever he felt like calling it, the point was the planet had made an entire trip around the sun since he made the mistake of wandering back into dragon country. All so he could get some feeling of vengeance for what happened the first time, because obviously when you get your balls broken by an angry dragoness, the first thing you gotta do once you're healed up is run right back there.

“I wonder if I can get a mirror that lets me look into the past, so I can slap myself in the head for even taking that damned bounty," he thought to himself.

How did he know it was a year? Oh that was a funny story. After a couple months, Shari and he had been getting more comfortable with traveling into the village proper (he had to find customers to sell his leather goods after all), and that morning an older dragon selling fish had a question.

“So how long have you two been together?" he snorted out of his old wrinkled snout.

Raj blinked stupidly. Together? Them? They weren't dating, he was literally held hostage by the ba-

“A year!!" Shari practically squealed, tugging the smaller rat right up against her side.

If he hadn't been distracted by having his fast mashed into one of Shari's tits, the rat probably would have at least tried to add a few clarifications, but alas.

So. A year. A full changing of the seasons. And there he was, an older and maybe or maybe not wiser faux-warlock rodent, thinking back on his time. Had it been worth it?

Truth be told… it sort of had. A year was the longest time Raj had ever spent in one place, his “vocation" tended to necessitate frequent relocation (not his fault, of course), and there was something to be said about not waking up worried about if he'd have to scurry off into hiding or where his next meal would come from.

The meals. Raj grinned down at the vest he was repairing for one of his regulars, thinking about that. Shari was one hell of a cook when the mood struck her. Those first few weeks had been the bare basics, but her inner chef came out with a vengeance after that. Maybe she liked showing off now that she had company, maybe she didn't want to seem like a savage. Either way, it was nice having a full belly every day.

A roof over his head, warm fire on the cold nights, hot meals, and he was starting to take some pride in his craft. What could he complain about?

Oh yeah. The ballbusting. Right.

Shari's, ahem, exuberance had not waned for having a boyfriend (boyfriend? Had he really thought that?) whose nuts were, while not strictly speaking indestructible, not a set she had to worry about breaking. It was her solution to everything. Good day? Celebrate with a round of kicks. Bad day? Stamp that stress out. Horny? Squeeze every drop of cum out of 'em in or on some part of her. Even if she wasn't aiming to crack his eggs completely lately, that didn't change the fact that the ol' coin purse was pretty swollen most days.

But again, his literal coin purse had also been swelling up as much as his metaphorical one. Once the locals finally came to grips with the idea that this scruffy little rat wasn't just trying to pick their pockets, they stopped treating him like a thief and more like one of the merchants.

Raj still remembered the first time he actually sold something to one of the dragons. A hat. Nothing fancy, just a hat for a middle-aged male whose old standby had finally fallen apart. Raj enjoyed making it. Figuring out the dimensions, how to make slots for the horns so it would sit properly on his head.

“Huh…" the old guy said, looking it over upon delivery.

“Yeah?" Raj replied, fidgeting, anxious.

“I'll be damned. Good work. Here."

Raj took his payment, looking down at the coins in his hand.

“Um, thank you, but I only asked f-"

“I pay what I think it's worth. Keep it."

That evening Raj was practically glowing as he went home, and Shari congratulated him with almost exactly what he expected.

Almost, because his balls came out of it unscathed!

So yeah, all in all, maybe the year hadn't been so bad. He could put up with getting his nads smacked around if it meant some stability. The rat squinted at his work a moment, then sat back and just took a deep breath. He wondered if maybe this was just where he'd stay now. Life wasn't so bad. And Shari… was it possible to say that he… lo-

“Raj!! Raj! Raj Raj Raj!"

The Raj in question almost fell off his stool from the sudden burst of noise. He knew that sound. Shari was extremely excited about something. There were two possibilities here, both of them meant his evening had a whole new trajectory.

“Ahm… yeah? What's up, Shari?"

The Shari in question floated into his work room from the main living area (he'd gotten his own space about six months in), bouncing on her toes once she was right in the middle of the room, hands behind her back.

“Sooooooo, I was down at the market like always, right?

Raj nodded. “Right."

“Well! I was looking to pick up some seeds for the garden cuz I wanted to start planting our own vegetables, you know? And there I was, talking with that fat little dragoness who sells them, you remember her? The one who s-"

“I remember. Yes. That was… we don't need to relive that story. So you got the seeds?"

“Oh! No, they were too expensive. But the point is, while we were talking I noticed she kept looking behind me at something, and I looked around and it seemed like everyone was all looking in the same direction, so I turned to see what it was. Can you guess?"

The rat blinked. “I… no. An ogre?"

Shari rolled her eyes. “No, it wasn't an ogre. Sheesh. No, it was this old, and I mean old, crow wearing this really big thing on his back that almost looked like he was carrying a merchant stand around with him!"

Old crow… that sounded familiar. Raj's brow furrowed. Why did that sound familiar?

“Right? That was my reaction! Anyway, his whole thing was just covered in all kinds of little knicknacks. Gemstones, small bones, feathers, scales that I really hope weren't dragon scales, small vials of potions…" she continued, pausing there to put emphasis on the word.

Raj gulped. Ah. He knew exactly who this crow was.

Shari beamed. “I had to see what he was selling! So I went over and we got to talking, and guess what? He knows you!"

“I uh… you don't say? Must be just a passing familiarity, he doesn't ring a b-"

“Heeeeeeee gave you the amulet!"

Raj grunted. Dammit. Oh this wasn't good. Or it was very good. That all depended.

“Right?? So we got to talking about how you live out here with me now, and he made a joke about us being basically a married couple."

“WHAT?"

“Oh relax, I didn't say we were. Anyway, he asked if you still had the amulet, how that was working for you. And you know what he told me?"

The rat took in a breath through his nose. “…what did he tell you."

“He said that there isn't any special training to have magical artifacts as long as they have simple effects! You just need to have the right materials, something to focus on, and he can give it the ol' razzle dazzle and then it'll do what you need it to!"

A beat passed.

“Gimme the amulet."

Raj squinted. “Whyyyyy?"

“Just lemme see it for a second!"

Another breath. Raj was, to put it mildly, hesitant. And not just because his general lack of wizardry had been exposed. But his curiosity got the better of him, so he pulled the amulet over his head and handed it over.

Shari let out another girlish squeal, quickly showing a pair of what looked like small beads, holding them next to Raj's pendant.

“From the same original rock!"

Raj's entire body seemed to twitch at what that could mean for him.

“Oh?"

Looking fit to burst, Shari turned her back to him, holding all three items in her hands and whispering something into them. Raj stood up on tiptoe, trying to see what was going on back there. A second later, she spun back around, the two beads now dangling from a string around a finger on one hand and Raj's amulet from one on the other.

“Well?"

Raj looked at his amulet, at the expectant dragoness holding it, back to the amulet, back to her.

“…well what?"

“You don't feel anything?"

“Nnnnno? Should I?"

Shari frowned. That tiny little frown she always did when a sulk was incoming. Something hadn't gone right.

“That old crow said… maybe I did it wrong…" she muttered, handing Raj his amulet back. She cupped the beads in her hand, looking closely at them like she expected to see something inside them.

Raj let out a relieved breath, looping the pendant around his neck again. Crisis averted. “Hey," he said, shrugging. “Those old mystics can't be tru-uuUuUuhhh?"

Raj froze in place. What was that? What did he just feel?

Shari, meanwhile, perked right up. “You felt something! Tell me you felt something!"

“Uh… it felt like you were…" the rat began, eyes locked onto his beloved's hand and more importantly the rocks cradled in it.

“Like I was holding your balls?"

“Y… yeah."

“It worked! It worked it worked it worked!" Shari cheered, bounding over and picking Raj up, pinning his arms to his sides and holding him against her and kissing him on the face.

“Hey! Ack! Wait hold on!" the rat protested, trying not to laugh. “WHAT worked??"

Shari let him back down and held the small loop of string up to him, the beads hanging down ominously.

“Watch this!"

Raj watched intently. The dragoness let the gem swing for a moment before reaching her other hand out and giving the pair a sharp flick with one finger.

“OW!"

…ow?

Oh.

Oh no.

Shari was so pleased she could barely hold still. “Because they came from the same piece, my earrings and your amulet are connected! The old crow put some kinda incantation on them that he called… I forget what, but because they're connected to that, and that's connected to your balls, when I touch theeeeese…"

An immensely pleasant but terribly worrying sensation traveled across the rat's testicles, right in parallel to Shari gentle rolling and rubbing the two small beads in her hand.

“…you can feel it! Which means, as long as you're wearing the amulet, no matter where you are, I can let you know I'm thinking about you!"

Raj swallowed hard again.

“Oh… oh good."

“Oooooooh I can't believe it worked! Okay you get back to whatever you were doing, I need to get something to eat."

Shari skipped out of the room and Raj sat on his stool again with a slump. Great. Just great. He picked up his awl and tried to focus on his stitching. Branah was a repeat customer and he paid well. The vest had torn during some masonry work back in town when he fell off a ladder and it snagged on something or other. The old dragon almost sounded apologetic coming to ask for a repair, and Raj wanted to make sure it was close to new as possible when he gave it back. He was even doing it gratis, just to get some good will g-

“AHHH fuck AH Shari!!"

A giggle echoed from the other room. “Sorryyyyy! Just making sure it worked when we're not right next to each other!"

Raj winced, cleaning droplets of blood off of the vest's leather. He got lucky on that one. It felt like she'd just put them in her mouth for a second. Gods it actually felt incredible. He bit his lip.

“Hey Shari?"

“Yes dear?" she sang back to him.

“Do that again."

Another happy dragoness sound, and just like that Raj's balls were getting bathed by a phantom tongue. He started breathing heavily, scooting himself away from the bench. Before he knew it, his dick was rock hard. It was unbelievable. All the sensations, but… it wasn't really happening. Except it was? Or was it?

All Raj knew was that he was having his testes slurped and mouth massaged by a dragon lady who knew his set more than anyone else, and there was no way he wasn't going to take advantage of the situation. Hell, with it happening from the other room he had full access to himself with no obstructions!

“Ooooh… Shari you… you amazing fuckin'…" the rat mumbled under his breath, eyes going out of focus as he stood up, bracing his weight against the wall with one hand while furiously stroking himself off with the other. His cock was absolutely throbbing, like it was just as amazed as his brain was.

“Ohhh… oh gods yes… ahhhhhh Shari!" he moaned.

A second later, the first glorious splatter of murine cum hit the stone wall. Then another. Raj didn't care about the mess, he'd clean that up later.

“Ahhhhhh Sha-AUUUGHHH!!!"

Just like that, ecstasy turned to agony as Shari's tongue took its leave from the performance and her teeth stepped on stage. Raj's balls went from a blissful massage to getting chomped and chewed on by what sounded like a dragoness who was in danger of accidentally swallowing them from laughter as she heard him drop like a ton of bricks to the floor and squeal frantically.

“SHARIIIIIII!! STO-HO-HOOOOP!"

Raj's hands clamped between his legs, his thighs squeezed together, but there wasn't a damned thing he could do about his predicament. He rolled around in the puddle he'd made just moments earlier, kicking and howling while ghost teeth crushed his plums for what felt like hours.

Of course it wasn't hours. It was maybe a minute and once it was over Raj was huddled into the fetal position at the feet of Shari who just had to come in and watch the show. He had no idea how long she'd been there and didn't even want to consider the image of her casually gnawing on the beads while her beau was thrashing around on the floor.

Shari casually spat them out, the string they were attached to making sure they just fell down to the top of her chest where they rested peacefully, and then bent down to plant a kiss on one of Raj's ears.

“Sorry! I hope I didn't interrupt too much! I'll be nice now, I promise."

With that, Shari the ballbusting dragoness sashayed back out of Raj's workroom, leaving the rat to his tasks. Once he could get up off the floor at least.

Raj watched her as she went. The way her ass swayed, the way her calves flexed with each step. He'd be a liar if he tried to act like she wasn't the hottest thing he'd ever seen in his life, and would have felt like the luckiest damn rat on earth if it weren't for…

Raj groaned pitifully, closing his eyes and trying to will his stomach to unknot itself.

“I am going to kill that fucking crow."