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T'lak had the most beautiful dream that night. He was flying, soaring through the sky, feeling the wind caressing his scales as he traveled high in the air. The red dragon sat on a big puffy cloud, swaying side to side, feeling the gentle rocking motions along with the thrill of flight. He often wished dragons were like the ones in the southern folklore, with the flying and blowing fire and all. It seemed like so much fun.

It took him a moment to realize he wasn't perched atop a cloud at all, but his own oversized balls. T'lak laughed, leaning forward to dip down a bit, then pulled back to rise up... and up... and up as high as he could. He twirled, doing corkscrews miles above the ground, the cool air across his testicles soothing what had been a rough ride back in reality.

Suddenly his motion slowed, then came to a stop. T'lak felt his stomach drop as gravity took over again. He began to plummet back to earth, rapidly gaining speed. The ground was zipping up to meet him, and he realized he was about to crash down nuts first.

"Oh fuck... oh fuck!" the dragon squeaked, trying to steer himself and his bloated scrotum back upwards, to no avail. He braced for impact...

"Morning!" a cheery voice called out, waking T'lak up and saving him from what would have been one hell of a rough landing.

"Huh... wha?" the dragon male said, blinking awake. He looked upwards, seeing Sha'Ria perched right over top of him, her hands on either side of his head, sitting on his belly and smiling brightly.

"I said good morning!" she repeated. "How'd you sleep?"

T'lak groaned. Now that he was back to the land of the living, he was made aware of the fact that, oh yeah, his nuts had spent all of last night getting pounded flat. That probably explained the impending doom during his dream. Man, even in his fantasies his balls weren't safe.

Sha'Ria beamed. "Still hurtin', huh? Well, we can't give you a fresh pair like Raj, so I guess you gotta just be a trooper."

The male's brow creased. He still wasn't sure what was up with Raj's magic and what it meant to get a fresh pair, but he did realize his balls felt like a pair of cannonballs between his legs and he had a feeling Sha'Ria hadn't been going over the top last night just to put on a show.

"Uh... are you about to bust my balls again?"

Sha'Ria snickered, sitting her butt back a bit, putting those plush cheeks right on top of his inflamed nutbag and making him yelp, a sound that made her look oh so pleased with herself. A job well done! Balls still tender the next morning! "Uh, yeah?" she replied, like it was obvious. "You telling me Ajani's never woken you up with some nut kicking?"

T'lak never thought he'd be all wistful about his girlfriend's ball abuse, but he couldn't stop himself from thinking about all those mornings with her and their little ongoing journey.

"Oh, she sure does," he chuckled, trying to shift positions so the larger lass's weight wasn't crushing down on his pair TOO much. "Fifty kicks every single morning."

Sha'Ria went wide-eyed at the number. "Fifty?" she repeated, as though she must have misheard.

T'lak nodded. "Yeah... we're trying to get to a million, kind of a milestone as a couple. So every morning when we wake up, the first thing we do is kick my balls fifty times before starting the day. Should take about fifty years, depending on how many we add during the day, but heh... yeah. That's part of the... rout... ine."

The male's moment of romantic daydreaming was cut off by the realization that he had another dragoness staring down at him, chewing on her lower lip while she listened.

"...get up! We're doing that!"

T'lak groaned, wincing at himself. Why? WHY did he have to bring that up? Of all the parts of his relationship with Ajani, why THAT one?

A moment later he was on unsteady feet, with his hands rested on top of his head and his legs spread wide. The weight of his nutsack was genuinely pulling down on his hips, and even that made him wince. This was going to be difficult unless he gave Sha'Ria some, er, guidance.

"Oooookay," he said, flexing his lean midriff while he braced himself. "Remember, we gotta get all the way to fifty, so you can't just g-HOOONF!"

Sha'Ria, in a surprise to no one, let her excitement get the better of her. Unlike Ajani's carefully measured kicks, which were closer to rough slaps with the top of her foot, T'lak's temporary girlfriend slammed her foot up between his legs like she was trying to send his balls out through his ears. It was like the girl didn't have any settings between "off" and "high." That kick crossed T'lak's eyes and made his legs wobble, his pre-tenderized testicles already yelling at him that he was an idiot.

WHAP!

"...Shari?" T'lak squeaked.

SMACK!

"Canyoujust-"

PLAP!

They didn't make it to fifty. They barely made it past ten. Sha'Ria had muscles on her legs that would make most of the males jealous, and dear gods did she know how to use them. Her calf flexed on her back leg when she pushed off, the thigh on her front tensing up from the effort of launching her foot up into T'lak's naked plums (closer to damn melons by now). Each one picked him up onto his toes, and after a dozen of them his legs just gave out under him and he crumpled down to the floor in a heap.

"What are you doing?" Sha'Ria huffed, crossing her arms under her bust and tapping her foot impatiently. "I thought you said you took fifty kicks every morning!"

It took T'lak a few moments to get himself able to reply. He needed a bit to roll around, moaning and cradling his poor, poor gonads.

"Cuz... when Ajani does it... they're not all... full strength!!" he managed to croak out.

Sha'Ria stepped over to him, nudging his shoulder with her foot a bit, her toeclaws pressing against his scales. "That wasn't full strength!"

Of all the things to hear, that one definitely made T'lak feel the least reassured. How could that POSSIBLY have not been full strength? What would happen if Sha'Ria really put everything into it? Jeez, she'd probably literally split him up the middle and then Ajani would have two one-balled half-boyfriends hopping their way home at the end of all this.

"Hhff... okay... hold on..." the dragon with the battered ballbag wheezed, slowly picking himself up onto his feet. He tried to make a little extra distance between himself and Sha'Ria, because he could tell she was just itching to get the other thirty-odd kicks out, and at this rate he wasn't gonna survive all that.

T'lak continued, speaking slowly not JUST because talking made him feel terribly nauseous. "We're... trying to get... to fifty, right?"

Sha'Ria nodded, her eyes narrowed like she was suspicious of the other dragon. "Mmmm-hm."

T'lak nodded. Good, this was progress. "Right, so... you can't just make all fifty like you're trying to crack my nuts, right? Like... have you ever kicked Raj that many times in a row?"

Sha'Ria looked like she was sifting through memories a moment, leaving T'lak with the distinct impression that she HAD done it to him before. Ugh, the poor guy.

"Well... you mean without them popping?" she replied.

T'lak wasn't entirely sure how to answer that. "I... yes?" he said, perplexed. What else could he have meant?

Sha'Ria shook her head. "Then no."

A beat of silence passed between the two dragons, and T'lak had a feeling this was a topic he was going to have to dig into later, but there were more pressing matters at the moment. It was a strange place to be instructing a girl on how to properly kick your own balls, yet here he was.

"Uh... yeah. Okay, so you gotta pace it out, you know?" T'lak scooped up his balls, holding them out to show Sha'Ria the state of affairs. "These ain't gonna survive fifty like that, even if they are dragon balls."

A quick glance up and away from his lumpy and multi-colored pouch showed a red dragoness who was practically drooling from staring at his parts, and T'lak realized he needed to make his pitch fast. Also, stop highlighting his nuts, that was distracting her.

"I'm saying, if you wanna get more kicks in, you gotta ease up a bit, okay? Ajani doesn't really put her weight behind them until the last five. Y'know? Stretch it out, make it last longer."

Sha'Ria squinted at T'lak again, and the male flashed a hopeful, charming smile back at her. She wasn't 100% sure about his idea. It did make sense, though. Raj had an infinitely regenerating set of testicles. She could smash them with a rock all day every day and as long as the amulet was around (and he didn't feel like being all pouty about it) there was no such thing as "taking it too far." Heck, that was part of why she loved having him around!

Still, that DID mean a lot of down time, and those shiny new balls didn't have the kind of resilience a pair did after they'd been toughened up a while. Plus with T'lak here, if they went boom that was the end of it and Sha'Ria knew she'd get an earful from Ajani. So, she nodded.

"Wellllll, okay. Since you only got one pair and I promised Ajani I wouldn't break anything."

T'lak let out a big whoof of air and slumped, relieved. He assumed the position again, hands on his head, legs wide, hips pushed forward. The poor guy's face was tightened up in one hell of a wince, just praying to all the gods he could remember that Sha'Ria understood the idea of "easing up a bit."

Sha'Ria took a step, eyeing T'lak's balls. She pulled her leg back, and...

Whap!

T'lak yelped, jumping a bit, but didn't get sent back to the floor. She'd rung his bells, but it was a victory! Sha'Ria didn't neuter him! His nuts were throbbing like mad, but T'lak was just happy he'd gotten some relief. In the house of Sha'Ria a half-strength nut kick was as good as a loving massage.

"Okay, that's forty nine to go!" Sha'Ria said, nodding firmly.

"What?!?"

The dragoness crossed her arms. "You said fifty in a row. Those first ones didn't count because you spent all that time rolling around on the floor and talking. C'mon, I'll do it just like Ajani, nice and easy until the last five!"

T'lak whimpered, earning a snicker from Sha'Ria. She leaned in and pinched his cheek, giving it a shake like she was his grandma telling him how adorable he was.

"Awww, don't be like that! You're acting like we're not gonna give that dragon dick of yours plenty of attention! I told you I wanna make you cum until you were shooting dust, didn't I?" she said, illustrating her point by wrapping her hand around his cock and giving it some casual pumps. Despite himself, T'lak's organ swelled right up in her grip. That part of his anatomy wasn't worried about its southern neighbors, the promise of countless orgasms was all that mattered.

"Yeah..." T'lak responded, and took a deep breath. Another forty-nine to go. He could handle that. He hoped.

It took some patience on Sha'Ria's part (something she wasn't exactly known for), but she and T'lak got through their morning fifty, complete with the kind of happy ending that had T'lak at least starting to understand why Raj hung around so much. He never thought he'd encounter an "aggressive blowjob," and now he was thinking about going back home to Ajani and chatting with her about adding a little growl to their daily edging.

"Might make it harder to hold it in..." he thought to himself, bathing in the river out in front of the cave.

As the first week stretched along, T'lak was starting to get a feel for the rhythm of life with Sha'Ria, and was getting a better respect for what that little rat fella was talking about back at Bellringer's. That whole "two settings" thing was proving more accurate than he'd realized, because in between getting his gonads pounded into jelly and the followup eye-crossing orgasms, Sha'Ria didn't pay a whole lot of attention to what was dangling off of him.

Of course, when the mood DID strike her, it was pretty much without warning. On the second day, they were out in the front of the cave tending to her surprisingly robust garden. Sha'Ria enjoyed her time out there, quiet and peaceful, something T'lak found downright charming. It stood in contrast to her more, ahem, dynamic moments.

So there they were, with Sha'Ria teaching T'lak on proper gardening, helping him see how the plants could tell him what kind of care they needed. Truthfully, he understood why she enjoyed the solitude. The fresh smell of life, no distractions. His head felt clearer than it had been in a while. Possibly because his nuts were also emptier than they had been in a while, but still.

T'lak took a few berries in between his fingers, as instructed, giving them a small squeeze. "Heh, so this is how we tell if they're ripe or w-oh okay."

Before he knew it, Sha'Ria had him by the tail and was dragging him back inside the cave. For the next fifteen minutes, T'lak's howls and wails echoed against the stone walls, sending nearby birds scattering, and then ten minutes after that (once Sha'Ria had made sure to give them both a proper climax), they were back in the garden.

"Mmhm! That's right. When they're good and firm, that's how you know they're ripe for picking. Kinda like you!" Sha'Ria teased, patting T'lak on the head all casually, as if his horticulture class hadn't just taken a testicle-battering break, and then hopped off to where she'd been earlier to do some pruning.

The male wheezed, squatting down in the dirt with a set of balls that DID look pretty similar to those dark-purple berries, though he had a feeling his didn't have quite as much juice left in them at the moment.

It was a simultaneously thrilling and extremely anxious existence for T'lak and his gonads. With Ajani, there was something of a constant contact going. She'd always be grinding up against him, teasing his dick, getting him throbbing, and as much as he was always left desperate to get off, T'lak couldn't deny that having his girl always on him was comforting in a way. That round-the-clock intimacy had grown familiar. Sha'Ria, meanwhile, tended to leave him hanging.

That caused a few crossed wires at night, when T'lak was used to having himself all nice and nestled up against his girl's ass while he slept, that warmth of his dick tucked in between Ajani's cheeks and his arms wrapped around her. Sha'Ria wasn't what you'd call a cuddler, usually since their pre-bed ritual was to make sure the pair of them were so worn out they'd just drop into bed and fall asleep in whatever position they landed.

A few days in, he found himself scooting up against Sha'Ria in the middle of the night, pressing his dick against her and squirming while he tried to get his less-than-hard dick in Sha'Ria's ass. Living WITHOUT a throbbing erection was somehow proving to be almost inconvenient. He had to get his hand down there to help wedge him in there.

"...T'lak?" Sha'Ria grunted, woken up by all the activity happening roundabout her backside. "What are you doing?"

The male, himself not even fully awake, muttered sleepily. "Jus'... gettin' myself in there..."

He was then woken up the rest of the way by Sha'Ria rolling around so she was perched on top of him again. She yawned widely, pressing her weight down with her hands on his shoulders.

"Okay, okay. Surprised you still got that much energy in you, guess I gotta make sure you're really empty next time!"

T'lak had a sudden realization that his intentions had been slightly misconstrued, and the organs between his legs gave an angry throb at him for it. "W... wait, no, I wasn't talking ab-"

The smacks of her thick leg crashing into his nutsack over and over drowned out his attempts to clarify himself, and after she'd left his balls PROPERLY battered and emptied, T'lak managed to fall asleep again without needing his usual teasing cuddle. Meaning, he passed out from exhaustion and didn't get woken up by any pent-up arousal.

The mornings weren't any easier. The daily fifty were a lot harder to deal with when he was still sore as hell from the night before, doubly so when it was just the start of a long day of even more busting. At least with Ajani the rest of his day was MOSTLY edging. Even the orgasms were starting to make his nuts ache.

"C... can I ask you something?" T'lak rasped. It was another morning face-down on the cave floor with his knees at his chest, hands buried between his legs to cradle his ballbag.

Sha'Ria shook her kicking leg out, bending it back and grabbing her foot to stretch her thigh muscle out. On the other hand, she'd grown to LOVE the morning fifty, treating it like a little aerobics exercise to get the blood flowing and start the day off well.

"Hm?" she asked. "If you're gonna try and ask if that was all fifty, it won't work. I actually HAVE been counting this time."

It wasn't T'lak's plan, but he did curse inwardly. That got him out of a jam the day before when he managed to convince Sha'Ria that thirty seven kicks had been the full lot. Oh sure he had to make up for it later, but at least there was some rest in between.

He got up onto all fours, then sat back on his heels, cupping his balls while he stood up again to keep the bloated sack from bouncing around. "Y'know how like... you keep talkin' about Raj getting a new pair and stuff? Like how I'm taking a lot more kicks than him?"

Sha'Ria bent forward, placing her palms on the floor in a deep stretch. "Yeah? What about it?"

T'lak eased himself onto the bed again, letting his balls fall down onto the mattress. Damn that was nice. A soft spot to rest the boys for a while. "What's that mean?"

Sha'Ria looked up at him like he'd just asked her what a tree was. "What do you mean what's that mean? I mean your big ol' dragon eggs don't pop as easy as his." She snickered, angling her bend to the side now. "You know it's kinda funny, when I first met him I thought it was great that I didn't need to hold back, but having a set that actually holds up to that much nut beating is pretty nice."

The male dragon looked down between his legs. His scrotum was swollen nearly as much as it had been from all the denial Ajani gave him, only instead of that shiny blue tint, the sac was covered in bruises. It looked a lot different than the one Raj had been carrying a week ago at Bellringer's.

"Yeah but like... you keep talking like you've actually, y'know... popped his balls," he said, uneasily. Even the word made him uncomfortable.

"Uh-huh," she replied simply. "That's cuz I have."

T'lak blinked. The information wasn't quite sinking in. "What do you mean you have??"

Sha'Ria tilted her head at him, almost looking concerned. "You all right, buddy? Did I kick your balls so hard your brain got knocked loose? I dunno what's hard to understand. Heck, I popped Raj's nuts three times the first day we met."

The red dragon's eyes went huge and he instinctively pressed his thighs together, letting out a small yelp from the pressure. "But... but he said you couldn't!"

The dragoness walked over and tapped T'lak on his head a few times with one clawed finger. "Hello! Of course his nuts pop! I should know, I've been there almost every time it's happened! That's what that amulet is for. Raj's balls go boom, he has a little spell and just like that, a fresh pair! Good as new."

Everything fell into place. Raj's constant yammering at the tavern about Sha'Ria turning his balls into pudding. The fact that they didn't look like they'd been put through all that much. Sha'Ria's reputation that Ajani hinted at. His constant feeling that there was no way Raj would actually be able to put up with all of this.

"Wait, so like..." T'lak began, once again looking at his own black and blue bag. "You've been, um... y'know, popping his balls the whole time you've been together?"

Sha'Ria laughed. "Wait, you hadn't picked that up? Jeez, T'lak, it's not like I've been trying to hide it from you!" She climbed up onto the bed and knelt behind him, letting him put his weight against her for support. It also made for a fantastic tit pillow. She even went the full way by reaching down and grabbing his cock to start stroking him off.

"Yeah but... you've been like, neutering Raj every day?" he said, still incredulous at what he was hearing, even if he was getting distracted by Sha'Ria's surprisingly soft hand sliding up and down his shaft.

She snorted, rolling her eyes. "Oh come on, I don't burst his berries EVERY day, I'm not a MONSTER," she said. Her hand kept on working T'lak's dick, though she was less focused on it than usual. "I try not to do it TOO much anymore, poor rat's been through it more times than any guy ever should, but well... accidents happen!" the dragoness laughed, giving T'lak a rapid series of light nut-slaps that made him jump and moan.

"Ahhh! Wait, accidents??" he squawked. Suddenly all of those vicious ball busting sessions felt incredibly perilous in hindsight.

T'lak gritted his teeth while Sha'Ria let her focus shift down to his nads, casually rubbing and kneading the already tenderized set. "Yeahhhhh," she admitted, sounding almost wistful about it. "I try to be careful with him, but... sometimes I get REALLY into it, you know? He's squeaking and howling and I'm just getting so HOT..."

As she spoke, Sha'Ria's grip started to tighten around T'lak's pouch, specifically that right nut since the pair was far too swollen for her to get both at once. "Ah... AH... Shari??" he cried, squirming his hips uncomfortably. A girl getting nostalgic about rupturing her boyfriend's balls was NOT the time to have your own trapped in her fist.

She laughed again, easing off and going back to the lazy handjob. "Sorry. Just... hoo boy, I'm telling you, there's nothing like that rush of feeling a guy's ball crush under your foot. Feeling all that nut meat give way, and the sound he makes when it happens..."

T'lak swallowed. He could feel some extra warmth against his lower back that told him Sha'Ria was REALLY getting into the moment. "Well uh... I know Ajani's been really talking about that when we get married..."

Sha'Ria stopped. She laughed. "Oh yeahhhhh, I forgot! That's right, the whole wedding day nut pop thing." The dragoness grinned, her other arm slinging around T'lak to keep him in place while she kept on working his cock. "T'lak, darling, your girl is going to be so horny when she makes your ball burst that it's gonna make me look like an old grandma. There's just NOTHING quite like that feeling you get from nutting a guy."

"And... you get that with Raj?"

The dragoness nodded. "Oh gods yes. When we first met, I just did it to him to teach him a lesson about going dragon hunting, but then he stayed with me a while and... oh, seeing those big, ratty eyes looking up at me while I'm standing on his balls and he's not sure if he should beg for me to step off or beg me to just pop 'em so he can get a new pair... nnf! He's ADORABLE like that."

Well, he'd done it. T'lak had successfully figured out how to get Sha'Ria to focus on conversation and not beating his balls into mush. It was almost sweet in a strange, Sha'Ria-ish way how she talked about doing... THAT... to Raj.

"You uh... don't think that's being kinda... I dunno, mean?" he asked, hoping the line of questioning wouldn't spoil the good mood.

Sha'Ria snickered, giving his dick a squeezing that got a little drizzle of precum. They might have been talking about casually castrating her boyfriend, but there was still some nice masturbation going on and no amount of uncomfortable chatter could totally spoil THAT mood.

"How is that mean?" she replied, still sounding like this was all a silly thing to get freaked out over. "I get to beat on his nuts for a while, he gets to fuck me, and if I get carried away he has a brand new pair that isn't all swollen and sore. Heck that's a better deal than you've got!" she joked, jostling T'lak's bag to get him all gasping and shuddering again.

T'lak's teeth gritted and his jaw clenched. Fucking HELL his balls hurt. And it was still the morning, they had a long way to go.

"I know, I'm just saying... you're still, you know... popping his balls," he said. "Like, Ajani's only gonna do that to me once and I'm kinda scared about it. She's gotten me all the way to Quiver and that was so bad I wanted to die."

Sha'Ria teased her thumb over his cockhead a bit, leaning to the side. "Are you... trying to convince me not to burst Raj's balls so much?"

What a question. She asked it like that was this crazy idea, who would ever think! T'lak found himself in the strange position of having to go to the defense of someone else's testicles.

"Um... maybe?" he offered, going fluttery-eyed as he started to sink into Sha'Ria's jacking off rhythm. Jeez she could still get going full steam ahead even with a talk like this. "I mean... I'm not trying to tell you how to run your relationship or anything but, er... maybe let him keep a pair for longer? Only pop his nuts on special occasions?"

What the hell are you even SAYING, T'lak thought to himself. Sha'Ria, meanwhile, sounded intrigued.

"Special occasions, huh?" she repeated. "I mean, I guess we COULD... it'd sure make it more fun..."

T'lak nodded. "Yeah! And then it'd be like it was, y'know, a romantic moment that you'd be looking forward to?"

Sha'Ria grinned devilishly. "I like it. Would make for a lot of fun on his birthday, a pop for every year old he is."

T'lak groaned in the back of his throat. Oh jeez, he thought. Raj, I am so fucking sorry.

"Right! But uh... in BETWEEN those," T'lak said, trying to steer Sha'Ria away from thinking up any more unnaturally terrible things she could do with Raj's nutbag. "You don't gotta, y'know, squeeze him dry ALL the time?"

Sha'Ria hummed again, that lovely rhythm on T'lak's cock coming to a halt while she thought it over, much to his chagrin.

"Why would I wanna stop letting him cum?" she asked, simply.

T'lak took a breath. His cock was nice and fully erect and it was pining for some extra friction. It was his happy place, bringing back warm memories of home. "Well," he said, feeling like he was a classroom instructor. "You like seeing how far he can shoot, right?"

Sha'Ria nodded, pumping his dick a few times to illustrate. It wasn't a gentle pump, and her hand banged down on his nutsack in what he knew wasn't at all an accident, but he continued. "Right, well, if you let him store up a bit more, he can REALLY shoot." He tried to think back to those old lessons about dragon anatomy, hoping they applied to rats, too. "And besides, pent-up balls can take more busting before they break! So if you let him hold it in a little, there's less of a chance of him, y'know, popping when you don't want him to!"

The dragoness listened, and grinned some more at the end of his explanation. "Ooooh, that could work. So I pound on his nuts for a while, then I get to cum, but he doesn't!"

T'lak winced. Dammit. Raj, all the apologies in the world.

Now it was Sha'Ria's turn to start asking questions. "Doesn't that seem mean to YOU, though?"

"Huh?"

She shrugged. "Sure, that means less time on the floor crying that his nuts are mush, but at least he had a nice big orgasm to look forward to!"

T'lak swallowed. That WAS true. Knowing that he was gonna blow his load helped make it easier to stick through the just... BLINDING ball pain Sha'Ria was capable of dishing out.

"True!" he nodded, hips giving a few thrusts to try and encourage Sha'Ria to resume stroking him off. "But like... remember earlier? We were talking about how it's more special to pop his nuts if it's not all the time? It's the same idea! Save up and then the orgasm is a lot better! If you want, I could help, uh, y'know, teach you?"

Sha'Ria lifted a skeptical eyeridge. "Teach me... what?"

T'lak nodded down towards his dick, turning some attention towards his male parts. "Teach you about how to work a guy's dick so he comes CLOSE to cumming, but doesn't finish off! Ajani's gotten so good it's almost scary, I could share some of her techniques. You might even like it! Just think about it, spending hours getting a cock up and pulsing, twitching every time you touch it, not just pounding the balls all the time..."

Sha'Ria listened, looking off into the distance, then blinked. "Hey! I see what you're doing!"

That caught T'lak off guard. "What I'm doing?" he echoed.

The dragoness laughed, giving his cock a squeeze and an upward pull. "Yeah. You think if you get me trying to do all that edging stuff Ajani does that I won't be giving you any nutcracking and you'll get off easy for the next week. Sorry, pal, these things here? They're getting the full Sha'Ria experience!"

She punctuated her sentence by shifting her grip to T'lak's balls, making a fist around the base of his sack and tugging them away from his body.

"And actually," she continued. "We still haven't finished the morning fifty! Not only that, but I think you earned another few kicks just for trying to weasel your way out of it. I was GONNA say we should start at one again, but... eh, I respect the effort."

T'lak sagged. "But... but I wasn't..."

He sighed and stood up again, spreading his legs, letting his ballbag dangle freely between his thighs while Sha'Ria got back into position and squared up. He should have known when to stop talking. At least he had that orgasm to look forward to.

Two weeks of living with Sha'Ria felt like two years. Every day was an ordeal. He actually was starting to be jealous of Raj in a strange way, because he had a feeling that if he could "reset" his nuts, so to speak, it would be less agonizing to drag them around and keep having them emptied over and over again. A new pair wouldn't still be so bruised and swollen, and it wouldn't be so painful to force an orgasm out of them.

By the second week, Sha'Ria had been getting frustrated with his production, actually. From those lofty heights at the start when he was blasting enough batter to coat a wall, T'lak's orgasms had gone down to more normal levels, with some of them being an absolute struggle to squeeze out.

"Well if you're not ready to cum, I guess I can go back to stamping on your balls!" she said on more than one occasion. It was good motivation to really push that cum out, though. Testicular preservation.

It wasn't just the ball pain, either. His entire body felt drained. Getting out of bed in the morning was a struggle, he kept nodding off in the middle of the day (with Sha'Ria helpfully waking him up with a hard smack to the sack). Bedtime felt like a blessing from the gods, but even that wasn't as restful as he'd have liked. T'lak missed Ajani playfully teasing him, he missed sleeping with his cock hugged between her asscheeks.

Simply put, T'lak was homesick. For all the complaining he'd been doing back at Bellringer's, he just wanted to go back to the ball abuse and dick teasing. Oh sure, it was hell sometimes, but it was HIS hell, led by a sexy devil who he was gonna marry. All he needed was two more days...

"I wanna do dragon pose."

T'lak froze in place at the dinner table, nearly spitting out his food. He stared over at Sha'Ria, seeing the stern look on her face.

"Um... I'm sorry?"

The dragoness leaned forward, her elbows on the table, pushing her own plate to the side. "I said, I wanna do dragon pose."

Dragon pose. The culmination of dragon courtship, the moment every couple eagerly anticipates, when their relationship becomes official. A unity of two bodies more profound than they would allow themselves at any point until that day. When they actually get to FUCK. An emotional and sexual apex that marked a male and female devoting themselves to each other forever.

Also, a pose that ended with one of the male's testicles exploding.

T'lak blew a breath out, his cheeks puffing. "Okay, uh... Shari? Look... I know this whole thing is all, y'know, anything goes and the idea is that nothing we do counts as cheating but... I mean, Shari... dragon pose? You know we can't do that."

Sha'Ria stuck out her bottom lip, looking as pouty as she could. It was just plain unfair. This big, muscular dragoness who'd spent the last near two weeks trying to blast his nutsack up into his throat was able to get him feeling like the bad guy just with a face. It was an ADORABLE face, but still. How was he in the wrong?

"Shari... I mean it!" he said, hoping to convince her. "You know how important that is to Ajani, and... you know how it ends."

The dragoness slumped back in her seat, cranking up the whine factor. "I'm not saying you'd get to stick your dick in me, we could put it in my ass, or just rub up on my pussy some, but I wanna do dragon pose!"

T'lak groaned. It was like he was telling Sha'Ria he didn't want to take her down to the market for the Christmas day celebrations.

"You'll have Raj back in two days!" he argued. "You can do it with him!"

"I can't! We've tried!"

As was becoming one heck of a pattern, T'lak had his rhythm all thrown off by a new bit of information. "...you have?"

Sha'Ria looked exasperated. "Yes! Like a dozen times! But his balls aren't sturdy enough for it. I can usually get into position for a little bit, but then splurt!"

T'lak came dangerously close to saying that yes, that was half of the point of dragon pose, but he managed to hold himself back lest he somehow cause Sha'Ria to have another epiphany for how to make Raj's life worse.

He took a different approach. "Okay, but... um, my balls are empty! And they're really beat up as it is! They're not in any kinda shape to put up with dragon pose. There's no way they'd last for much longer than his!"

Sha'Ria bounced in her chair all anxiously. "Oh come on pleeeeeeeease? We've only got two days left, how about this. I'll do all that edging stuff you were talking about so they're as full up as we can and I won't even beat them up THAT much so they're not already softened, okay? Then on our last night, dragon pose!"

T'lak's mouth was rather dry. Sha'Ria had never really BEGGED for anything before, and he did feel a little guilty saying no. It was like he said, dragon pose was one of the most important part of any red dragon's relationship, but Sha'Ria would never be able to have that with Raj. Red dragons had generations of conditioning, they were just genetically sturdier than most for nut trauma. If there was any chance this girl would ever have to try out dragon pose, it'd be with him.

The male looked skyward for a moment. He already regretted what he was going to say next. "Shari... you promise me that no matter what, you will get off of my balls if they're about to pop. Right? You promised Ajani I was going back with my nuts intact."

Sha'Ria nodded eagerly. "Uh-huh! Totally promise. For real. Your balls will NOT pop. I've worked Raj's over enough times, I know what it feels like when they're about to blow. Honest, the only reason I sometimes go too far with Raj is cuz I know we can fix it. Cross my heart. No popped dragon balls!"

T'lak sighed. "...fiiiiiine," he said, while Sha'Ria squealed with delight.

For two days, T'lak did his best to coach Sha'Ria in the ancient art of cockteasing. Unsurprisingly, she took to it like a champ. If it was something she could do to make a male squeak and shudder, any red dragoness worth her salt would be a natural. For two days, he guided her with how to make sure his dick never had a chance to soften down all the way, while using strategic nut-hits to keep him back from going over the edge.

When they were out in the garden, she'd press her ass against his lap and then kick him with her heel. At dinner, she'd put her feet in between his legs and tease him with her toes. T'lak even managed to get her to nestle up with him in bed for those two nights, even if her grip tended to get a little extra firm. There was some work to do when it came to getting her to hold back on the punches and kicks, but after some snickering and apologies she got the hang of it.

By the end of day two, the final night he had with Sha'Ria, T'lak was getting close to his comfort zone again. His cock was ready to go at a moment's notice, and his balls felt like they were filling back up. Sure, they still hurt like a bastard (those bruises would take a week to fade at least), but it was like they'd gotten good and reinflated after being left flat.

All they had to do was survive that last night.

"Hoo... okay, Shari? Let's go over this again."

T'lak was on the floor in front of the bed, his legs as wide as they could go, feet at the bed's corners. His tail stretched between his legs, giving his heavy ballbag a platform to rest on. Sitting up, they could reach the floor, but lying back made the distance a bit too far. Sha'Ria stood with her feet on either side of his tail, looking back over her shoulder at him.

"I know, I know! Go on easy, dick goes AGAINST the pussy, not in it, and if you're about to pop, sit down on your belly. I got it!"

T'lak took a breath. Fuck, this was not a great idea. Oh it was a screamingly HOT idea, and just the sight of Sha'Ria's plump ass looming over him was enough to make sure his dick was twitching. He'd spent a countless number of nights fantasizing about getting into this very pose, but... well, it was supposed to be with Ajani.

It's not the full thing, T'lak told himself. Standing on your nuts is only half of it, and even then she's not, y'know... going the whole way. So it didn't really count as his first time. It was a preview! Yeah, just a teaser for the real deal when he and Ajani got married.

"Okay... okay, just... you gotta LISTEN to me, all right? This is all about communication. I'll keep you balanced as best as I can, but... I mean, it's gonna be tricky. You ready?"

Sha'Ria snickered. "I should be asking you that."

The dragoness stepped up onto T'lak, her heels on either side of his cock and the balls of her feet gently resting on his testicles. It was a wobbly position, with T'lak doing his best to flex his muscles to provide a solid floor for her substantial weight. He'd almost forgotten how much muscle Sha'Ria had on her. Slowly, she squatted down, like an especially curvy ballerina, her arms stretched out to either side to keep balance, and for T'lak to grip onto once she was as far down as she could go. It was important to start this way, rather than trying to step up on one foot at a time. She pulled one arm away for just a moment, to tug T'lak's cock out so the dribbling head to press against her own mound. No penetration, as promised.

Finally, they were almost there. Sha'Ria was leaned back against T'lak's arms, her toes curled down to press into his nuts, all that she had to do was shift her weight.

"On three, okay T'lak?"

The male took a few hard breaths. Even with all the brutal ballbusting Sha'Ria had put him through over the last two weeks, he had a suspicion this would be pushing him to his limits. "Uh... okay," he said back.

"All right.... one... TWO!"

No three. Sha'Ria pushed her hips and knees forward, her heels lifting off of T'lak's body so all of her weight went onto her toes, crushing T'lak's nutsack down into his tail. Her full weight was on them, grinding horribly into that red dragon nut meat, the flesh bulging around and in between her toes.

"HNNAAAHHHH!! AAhhhahhHHhh! OH GODS!" T'lak howled, his feet kicking and every muscle in his body flexing at once. There was nothing that could prepare a male for a full-weight dragoness standing on his balls. No amount of daily kicks were enough.

"Oh... oh YES, T'lak! We're doing it!!" Sha'Ria moaned back, her face flushing as she felt his balls deforming under her feet, the sounds of his agonized howls making her start dripping right down on to that rock-hard dragon dick.

"FUCK! Ahh... AHHH! Carefulll!!"

Sha'Ria grinned, gritting her teeth. "Hold on... time to really do this RIGHT!"

Then, to T'lak's horror, Sha'Ria started bouncing, going through the same motions as if they were fucking proper, only he wasn't even getting the pleasure of having his dick up in her pussy. She kept some of her weight back on his arms, but that wasn't enough to take any substantial amount of pressure off of his gonads. She planted her toes down on his scrotum and shoved, nearly flattening them as she jumped up, giving only a split second of relief before all that weight crunched down on them again.

"GAAAHH! SHARIII!"

"Nnnh, this is AMAZING, isn't it T'lak?? And this is just pretend! Imagine your wedding day!!"

He tried. Gods, T'lak tried to picture his wedding day. He tried to picture anything other than what was happening. Then he thought, no, no! This was important. This was what he would be doing with Ajani someday, and when it was time for that, he had to be in the MOMENT. He had to be there WITH her, not trying to get away!

Just... FUCK, this was unbearable. His balls were being crushed to pancakes under Sha'Ria's weight, she was jumping up and down on them hard enough that it was making his TAIL hurt. His howls turned into shrill screeches, volume and pitch warbling up and down right along with when she dropped her feet down into his sack again.

Then, he felt it.

The Quiver.

"Shari... SHARI! QUIVER!"

"I knooooow!" the dragoness sang back at him. "They're BOTH quivering! Oh gods, can you imagine if that happened on your wedding day? If BOTH went?" she continued, her breathing getting ragged, toes curling down like she was trying to squeeze his nads with the digits.

T'lak's vision was blurring. He was getting lightheaded and it felt like his stomach was about to turn inside out. It was the worst agony his balls had ever been in, and it wasn't even the full deal. He couldn't even fathom what it had been like for Raj to go through this enough times for Sha'Ria to stop trying it anymore.

The dragon's balls were being pushed to their limits under Sha'Ria's feet. The flesh was squashed down as far as it could go, the organs wobbling and trembling as they got dangerously close to rupture.

"SHARI!!" T'lak shrieked. "STOP STOP FUCK OH GODS THEY'RE GONNA POP!!"

Sha'Ria huffed, "Not yet they're not! I'm... I'm almost there!"

She kept on bouncing, adding some grinding movements as she did. When Sha'Ria landed, she twisted her feet down, forcing T'lak's gonads to follow suit, shifting them inside the sac what little they could.

The Quiver stopped.

"SHARI PLEASE I DON'T WANNA LOSE MY BALLS!!" he cried in a panic.

But she didn't stop. Sha'Ria slowed her bouncing down, but her weight stayed firmly planted on T'lak's nuts, even carefully rocking to one side then the other, making T'lak screech in agony as one ball was forced to take more weight than its twin. He could feel the flesh giving up. This was the end of his testicles. Sha'Ria was castrating him on the final day before he could go back and see his girlfriend. His balls were going to be ruined right at the finish line.

...but they didn't pop.

T'lak's jaw was clenched and he was trembling from head to toe, his arms just barely able to keep Sha'Ria up. She'd stopped moving, and from the outside looked like a peaceful yogi enjoying a moment of zenlike calm during meditation. Her arms straight out, head tilted back, her feet gracefully poised with her toes ground into what looked like a set of half-inflated balloons bulging around them. If it wasn't for the juices she'd been spilling out the whole scene would have been almost elegant.

"Sh... Sha'Ria?" T'lak gasped pitifully, trying to get her attention. He was afraid to do anything, terrified that if her weight shifted even one teeny bit that would be the end of his malehood.

Sha'Ria took in a slow breath, smiling ear to ear. She set her butt back on his belly just as gracefully as she'd gotten into position in the first place, put her feet on the floor on either side of T'lak, and stood straight up, positively glowing with ecstasy.

"HYUUUHHH!!" T'lak let out, all the blood going down into his ballbag and his lungs able to pull in a full breath of air again. He immediately rolled onto his side, pulled his knees up to his chest and thrust his hands down between to clutch his nearly destroyed nads. For a moment, he almost wasn't worried about the horrendous pain he was in, he was just relieved that the boys were still in there.

Sha'Ria, meanwhile, was floating around the bedroom. She sat down on the bed, looking down at T'lak on the floor, and snickered, absent-mindedly rubbing herself.

"See? I told you I knew what I was doing!"

T'lak's brain was as scrambled as his balls were. He was on the verge of dry heaving. He still couldn't believe his balls had survived that, and he was especially unable to believe that Sha'Ria had just kept going, even when he said to stop! He TOLD her they'd gotten to the Quiver! He told her when they were at the verge of bursting! And she kept jumping on him! What the fuck was her problem?

He didn't put it QUITE like that, of course. "Wh... why didn't you stop when I said??" the agonized male squeaked.

Sha'Ria snickered softly, stretching her leg out and getting a toe playfully wedged in between T'lak's buttcheeks, making him yelp and jolt. "Ajani might know a lot about your dick, but there's a lot about those balls I could teach you both. Let me tell you, you guys don't know just how much your nuts can put up with."

"But... but the Quiver..." T'lak whimpered.

Sha'Ria looked down at the crumpled up dragon a moment, feeling a slight pang of sympathy for him. She slipped off the bed and sat cross-legged on the floor next to him, patting her knees a few times while she gathered her thoughts.

"Oooookay, let's have a chat about the Quiver," she began, having her own moment as Professor Sha'Ria teaching Ballbusting 101. "So you know what it is, obviously. It's a sign that your balls are getting close to their limits, right?"

T'lak nodded, doing his best to focus on the impromptu anatomy lesson while his own anatomy was teaching him a much more commanding lesson in Not Trusting Strange Dragonesses.

"Good! Right, that's the part everyone knows. And I'm guessing you know about what happens when it stops. What'd they tell us... that it's like your ball's last gasp of air before it dies?"

Another nodding from T'lak. This wasn't exactly easing his mind. It wasn't making his balls stop screaming at him either, but he didn't expect it to.

"Well... that's not QUITE right," Sha'Ria said. "It's a big warning that they're AT the limit, not that they've gone PAST it. The Quiver isn't your balls at the edge of what they can take, it's more like a big "hey be careful" sign, and when it stops that's when you're up to the edge. It doesn't mean you have to turn around, it just means you can't keep going forward."

The male coughed, moaning out and giving Sha'Ria the impression he was struggling to understand. She got that, it's tough to expect a guy to sit and listen when he came closer to a nut rupture than ever before.

"All right, um... another way of looking at," she began, putting one hand on top of T'lak's head casually petting him. "When the Quiver stops, that means that whatever you're doing needs to change quick. You can still do other stuff, you just gotta be REALLY fucking careful about it. Long as you know what you're doing, you can keep a guy's nuts past the Quiver for HOURS and he'll still have a full set when you're done. He's not gonna be feeling too great, but there won't be any permanent damage."

T'lak sucked in a breath through his teeth. Every time his heart beat it made his ballbag throb so hard it pushed against his hands. Ajani had gotten him to the Quiver before, but they backed off immediately. The way they'd been taught, the ONLY time you should be feeling the post-Quiver stillness is when you're getting ready to do The Thing on your wedding day.

"How... do you KNOW that..." he croaked.

Sha'Ria laughed, giving his head a playful jostle. "Because I've been living for over a year with a set of testicles that I can play around with all I want and not worry about accidents, ya goof. It's easy to get a feel for what a guy's nuts can handle when it's no big deal if you go too far. By now I can tell EXACTLY when a set of balls is gonna burst as long as I'm paying attention. Sure, with Raj I can just let myself get into the moment, but come on. I promised Ajani I wouldn't send her boyfriend home without a full sack. I was in control the whole time."

The dragoness smiled brightly, doing her best to be reassuring. She couldn't really tell if it was working, though. T'lak's high-pitched mewling and facial expressions had a lot less "I feel better knowing that my balls were not in real danger" and a lot more "oh my gods somebody kill me my nuts feel like a herd of elephants trampled them," but Sha'Ria still had a feeling she was getting through.

"I'm sure that was a bit stressful, but don't worry. Those big ol' dragon plums of yours have been in safe hands. Er, under safe feet. Tomorrow when we meet up with Ajani, I'll tell her all about it, and then maybe she can work on it with you! You watch, come your wedding day, you'll be so used to that post-quiver feeling it'll be no big deal at all!"

Congratulations, Raj, the dragon thought. You got your revenge.

T'lak groaned pitifully, his eyes still clenched shut. He hardly noticed when Sha'Ria was helping to hoist him off the floor, although he definitely felt the rattle of landing on the bed again, and gods even that was enough to make his whole body lurch. Just thinking about what it would feel like for one to actually burst made him ill.

Sha'Ria sat on the bed next to him while he slowly, painfully started to unfold himself. She put her hand on his belly and massaged, knowing just how bad it must have felt. Well, she didn't know DIRECTLY, but with the amount of times she'd seen Raj in this state, she knew it had to be pretty rough. For once, she wasn't forcing him around, but was being gentle.

"You did really good. Seriously, you should be proud of yourself," she said, smiling. "Not many guys have gone through that and had two balls at the end of it."

T'lak had to admit, there WAS a sense of pride in him. He'd survived dragon pose, and had both of his balls left! Not some halfhearted fake dragon pose, either. She'd been jumping up and down on him like the real deal. The only thing separating what they'd done with what he'd be doing with Ajani later was his dick in her pussy and... the other thing.

Sha'Ria snickered. "Now, tomorrow we're taking you back home, and I'm sure you're WAY too tired to do anything else, so I guess no bedtime blowjobs..."

She let the end of that sentence trail off, waiting to see if T'lak would reply.

"...I can take a bedtime blowjob," he meekly peeped.

Sha'Ria had to bite her lip to stop from just gushing about how adorable he was, and slid down the bed, CAREFULLY taking his balls in her hands. She gave him that sultry grin, wrapping her mouth around a cock that had bravely allowed itself to go unfinished for two whole days just to give the balls enough strength to make it through their final night together. Now all she had to do was suck him good and dry before bed, then they could go and meet with Ajani and Raj and see how the rat had fared in his challenge.