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"I REALLY don't think this is gonna work--!"

"Aww, c'mon hon!" Naimi gave a confident grin, a light sheen of sweat glistening on her bare scales. "We can't give up THAT easily. I've been squeezing your nuts into a heart shape for Valentine's Day ever since we first started dating!"

"W-well yeah," Hato wheezed, trembling from head to tail, "b-but back then I still had BOTH BALLS!!"

Red dragons made a point of celebrating their love every day -- in a variety of ball-churning ways -- but no day was more romantic than Valentine's Day. Couples spent the entire day tangled up in bed...and on the kitchen table, and in the shower, and on the living room floor, and anywhere else where a pair of naked bodies could bump and grind. For many males, Valentine's Day was a bit of a break as well: a day that was mostly focused on draining balls dry, rather than stuffing them full or pounding them flat.

That was how Hato and Naimi had celebrated Valentine's Day in the past. But now, on the first Valentine's Day since their recent wedding, there were a few new logistics to figure out.

"One more try," Naimi insisted. The dragoness sat cross-legged on the ground, both her hands wrapped around her lover's surviving testicle. She gave the plump orb an encouraging squeeze. "It'll only take a minute! And then I SWEAR you'll spend the rest of the day blowing enough loads to glaze me like a donut."

"Nnnf..." Hato was also seated on the floor, his legs spread wide and his hard cock jutting upwards like an arrow. The thought of an entire day of messy cumshots was VERY appealing -- especially with a month and a half of unspent cum boiling away in his one fat blue ball. His last orgasm had been on New Year's Eve, and since then Naimi had really done her best to make his life a sexy hell, treating him to more unfinished blowjobs than he could count. For weeks, he had been looking forward to this day, and to the opportunity to rail his wife silly until they were both truly satisfied.

But this heart-shaped tradition of theirs was proving to be an early obstacle. It had been simple enough a year ago, when he still had a full pair of testicles, but post-halfstration it seemed all but impossible. Naimi had already made two attempts to squash his nut into an acceptable shape, but all she had accomplished so far was to make Hato feel like his plum had gone through a wine press. Residual nutache still echoed in his gut. The male grit his teeth, trying to will his tail to stop twitching.

Naimi stuck out her bottom lip, giving her partner a pleading look. "30 seconds," she offered. "One more good, hard squeeze, and then I will ride you 'til you're cumming DUST."

Hato closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and slowly exhaling. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself looking directly at his wife's tits -- still visibly slick with his precum from an interrupted morning titfuck. His dick gave a needy throb, drooling a fresh string of not-quite-cum.

"...30 seconds," he agreed reluctantly.

The female squealed with delight. "Eeeeee! Okay, okay, okay." She looked down at the oval-shaped orb clutched tightly in her fingers, psyching herself up for one final opportunity. "Then let's do this and get it over with. You wanna count me down from thirty?"

"Uh..." Hato winced, balling his hands into fists. "S-sure. Um. Thirty--"

And just like that, Naimi bore down once more, and agony exploded through Hato's entire body. The dragon let out a strained squeak as he watched his wife sink her claws into his swollen nut, her forearms bulging as she focused all her strength on the most sensitive part of his anatomy.

"G-GAWDS!" the male gasped through gritted teeth. Instinctively he reached to protect his groin -- but immediately he caught himself, and instead grabbed his wife's bare thighs, gripping them tightly to anchor himself against the agony. He let out a shaky, wounded moan. "Hh! T-...twenty...twenty-five?"

"Don't count too fast!" Naimi insisted. The dragoness furrowed her brow as she buried her thumbclaws in the top of her husband's only testicle, trying to reshape the rubbery sphere into something a bit more romantic. Her previous attempts had certainly softened it up a bit, but the pent-up plum still squirmed between her fingers, desperately resisting her efforts. "You gotta give me...hff...gotta give me a fair chance!"

Hato made a strangled noise of acknowledgement, his denied dick spitting a string of precum across her arm. "Twenty...!" mewled the dragon.

Naimi remained focused, ignoring her husband's twitching cock in favor of the nugget of masculinity clutched tightly in her fingers. Honestly, it felt a bit like she was trying to split his spud in two, plunging her thumbclaws into the top of his 'nad in an effort to reshape the cum-stuffed sphere into two distinct halves. She pressed her hands together tightly at the bottom of Hato's nut too, trying to force the rounded base of his lone testicle into a sharper point.

"FIFTEEN!" the male warbled, his legs now violently shaking to either side of his wife as she continued to maul his nut.

On Hato's wedding day six months ago, there had been absolutely zero mystery as to which of his testicles was about to be flattened for good. After all, he and Naimi had opted for a "modern" wedding -- which meant she had chosen which one of his nuts to pop right after the proposal, and then spent the next 12 months of their engagement preparing the poor orb for its inevitable destruction. After an entire year of making his left nut quiver between her claws, the actual popping ceremony had almost been anticlimactic.

All of which was to say that Hato's surviving RIGHT ball had never actually been in very much danger before. It had soaked up its fair share of bone-shaking kicks and nut-flattening stomps, sure, but Naimi had never really stressed the fat orb to its limit.

Now, though -- right now, as the dragon's only testicle began to visibly quiver in his wife's claws, he began to wonder if he might be in trouble. A primitive instinct buried deep in the male's brain helpfully informed him that his reproductive future was in serious danger.

"It's close!" Naimi's arms were starting to shake from the exertion, as she continued to squeeze even harder with each passing second.

"N-...NAIMI!" squeaked Hato. His dick fired another spurt of precum across the female's lap. "MY BALL! GAWDS--!"

"Just a few more seconds!"

"DON'T POP MY BALL!" he pleaded, his voice nearly as high-pitched as it had been on his wedding day. Letting go of the female's thighs, instead he clutched weakly at her forearms, struggling to get her attention. "IT'S GONNA--!"

"I'm not gonna pop it!!" the dragoness insisted, pressing her thumbs just a little deeper into the heart of her husband's surviving gonad. While his crushed spud had been violently quivering just a moment ago, now the compressed orb was almost still, with only a tiny, frenetic tremor to indicate just how much pressure it was under. "Your other nut took an entire YEAR to burst!"

"IT'S GONNA POP!!!" Hato insisted, convulsing from head-to-tail. Naimi's claws were buried so deep in his ball that he swore it was about to split down the middle. "IT'S GONNA POP, IT'S GONNA POP, IT'S GONNA--!"

SPLURT!!!

A cannon shot of semen erupted from Hato's rock-hard dick, splattering a pint's worth of spunk across Naimi's chest in a single explosive burst. Hato yowled in ecstatic agony as a second shot followed, and a third, and a fourth, firing rope after rope of pent-up dragon seed across his delightfully surprised partner.

"Eeeee!" Naimi giggled with delight, maintaining her vice-like grip on her husband's only ball -- which mercifully remained intact, even if it was so bent out of shape that it could scarcely be called a "ball" at the moment. Indeed, the scrambled orb had finally taken on a fairly convincing heart shape! That shape only grew more distinct as the male rapidly pumped out a month and a half's worth of semen, his gonad forced to expel as much of its contents as possible in order to compensate for the ungodly external pressure and save itself from oblivion.

Hato's orgasm was over almost as quickly as it had started, as his lone spunk-maker finished jettisoning most of its addled load across his naked lover. Satisfied, Naimi finally let go of her husband's testicle, which immediately began to reinflate into its more natural round shape.

"See?" the cum-coated dragoness exclaimed, beaming with victory. "I told you we could do it!"

"...My NUT," Hato croaked. The ache radiating from his flattened ball was all-consuming -- almost certainly the second-worst testicular trauma of his life, second only to the memory of when its now-departed twin had actually burst between his wife's toeclaws.

"Seems like you enjoyed yourself, too." Naimi looked down pointedly the thick ropes of cum that now dripped from her breasts, watching as streams of semen trickled down her bare thighs and pooled wetly on the floor. "Though I do hope that's not the ENTIRE load you've been saving up for me."

"Guh." Words were beyond Hato at the moment -- though he at least tried to enjoy the view of his cum-splattered wife, after 6 straight weeks of edging. He deserved that much of a reward, at least.

His wife leaned back, looking up at him adoringly. "Gods, you're such a fucking stud." She bit her lip. "You, uh...how long do you think you need to recover?"

"Hhhhhh."

"I see." The dragoness reached out, curling her fingers around his still-hard dick. "But what if, uh...what if I told you that I wanted you to fuck me senseless? Like...RIGHT now."

"...Gh?" Hato still looked ready to pass out, but his cock leapt inside Naimi's grip, another few drops of long-denied cum oozing out onto her wrist.

The female grinned. "Thought so." Immediately the female lay back on the ground, spreading her legs wide. Cum ran in rivulets down her spread thighs, framing the wet, glistening pussy that awaited Hato for all his hard efforts. "Mmmph. Now come on, show me how much you love me! I wanna feel your nut slapping against my ass so hard it leaves a heart-shaped BRUISE."

Hato let out a long, exhausted groan...but then shakily he began to move, trembling all over as he bent over his smiling, inviting partner. The agony in his freshly-crushed nut was great, but he knew that the ecstasy of fucking his wife silly would be even greater. And somehow, when it was Naimi asking for something, he could never say no.

And so, with a smooth thrust and a meaty-sounding SMACK, the lovers kicked off the rest of their Valentine's Day.