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"I knew you were squishy, but I didn't know you were THIS squishy..."

"Get off!!" squeaked Twitch, his voice shrill with agony. "PLEASE!!" He struggled to lift up the fat ass in his lap, his fingers digging into his opponent's naked flesh, but in his stunned state he was far too weak to squirm out from underneath her heavy bulk.

"What do you think, Wolf?" Lamb shifted her weight from side to side, earning another high-pitched squeal from her victim. "This one resists."

"Can we neuter him yet?" growled Wolf curiously.

Kindred was the bringer of death: two faces, Lamb and Wolf, who together hunted down those who were destined to leave the earth. Usually, this meant taking a life via Lamb's arrows or Wolf's sharp teeth -- but occasionally, it skipped a generation. Occasionally, "taking a life" meant ending a future genetic line instead.

"My NUTS!" howled Twitch, trying desperately to escape from this torturous 1v1. The rat sat with his legs spread wide, pinned to the ground by his bollocks, which had been flattened to the edge of extinction under Lamb's curvy butt. (His support Alistar -- a hulking, intimidating minotaur -- lay unconscious a short distance away, his calf-makers already pounded into a pair of foot-wide pancakes.) Lamb had spent quite a few minutes now grinding Twitch's balls into the dirt, using her round rump to scramble his eggs as thoroughly as she could. The male shook violently as his once-plump testicles were utterly crushed, forced to abandon any semblance of their usual round shape in the hope of surviving Lamb's onslaught.

It would have been agonizing any under circumstances, but it was made all the worse by Twitch's recent "blue buff" -- a frustrating dry spell with the ladies that had left his balls swollen and achy, and his cock hard and drooling. He had spent the last two weeks chasing ass, waiting for an opportunity to blow his load and stubbornly refusing to spill his own seed.

Ironically, now Twitch had more ass than he could possibly handle -- though unfortunately it was parked on his ballsac, and not on his dick. The rat mewled as Lamb used her butt like a steamroller, shifting her weight from side to side to ensure that his plums were completely and thoroughly flattened by the all-encompassing pressure.

"He's sturdier than he looks," Lamb commented, looking back over her shoulder. She wiggled her rump, feeling the rat's doomed nuts quiver under her weight. "I thought they would have popped by now, but he's really putting the 'tank' in 'spunk tanks'..."

"My NUTS!!" Twitch wailed, clutching at Lamb's naked body. His hard dick throbbed between her ass cheeks, eager for a chance to blow even as his gonads were crushed into dinner plates. "DON'T POP MY NUTS!!!"

Wolf was growing restless. "Enough," he insisted, turning to look Lamb in the eye. "End this."

Lamb returned the look with a gentle grin. "What, so I can go back to busting YOUR balls?"

Wolf blushed. "I, uh--"

CRUNCH.

"MY NUTS!!!" Twitch shrieked, his voice leaping another octave as his balls finally began to crumple under the pressure. He gripped Lamb's fat ass in his shaking fingers, trying in vain to pry her off of his nearly-obliterated testicles. "OH GODS, MY NUTS!!!"

"Alright, I guess it's time." Lamb shifted her weight from side to side once more, making sure she had worked over every last inch of the rat's nutbag. She could almost hear his gonads creaking under the strain, barely able to support her full weight. "Ballbusting is so OP," the female muttered to herself.

Twitch blubbered and begged for mercy as he felt his nuts approach the breaking point -- only to gasp in sudden relief as Lamb lifted her ass from his lap. For a split second, he caught a glimpse of his own flattened orbs, spread comically wide across the ground but still recognizably intact--

WHUMP-SPLURT!

And then Lamb's ass came slamming back down, and the rat's balls didn't stand a chance. For a split second they quivered beneath her weight, as thin as paper, trying to survive the blow -- and then with an audible pop the poor orbs were gone, two fat nuts reduced to peanut butter.

"They break too easy," commented Wolf, wincing as Twitch squealed soprano in defeat.

"GG," added Lamb, grinning as she felt the rat's final shotgun blast of spunk splatter across her backside. She gave her own butt a healthy SLAP of congratulations. "Now. Who's next on our list?"