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The ruffling sounds of grass joined the songs of countless pokemon in the midday heat, a lone seviper creeping his way to unsuspecting prey. He was so focused on catching his meal that he didn't notice there was another serpent stalking him in return. Sleek forms coursing through the overgrowth, hidden beneath the foliage as they slowly caught up to their respective targets.

One small scrape of the arbok's tail against an unfortunately placed pebble alerted the seviper to her presence, the male quickly assuming a defensive position and spotting her purple scales. She circled around him while looking for any vulnerabilities, smiling wickedly as she remembered every male's weakness. Her mouth opened to reveal sharp fangs coated in the powerful venom her kind was known for.

"Better prepare yourself for a world of pain buddy," the arbok hissed, readying herself to attack. "You came into my territory and now you're going to pay."

"I wouldn't be so sure," retorted the seviper, his eyes tracking her every movement and keeping tabs on her body's ever so subtle coiling.

They were locked in a standstill, waiting for the other to make a move, but when it became clear nothing was going to come from waiting, their conversation cautiously resumed.

"Do you know how fragile your malehood is?" the arbok taunted, drawing slightly closer to him.

"Never had the pleasure of figuring that out, all my equipment is safe inside me," he countered, incorrectly assuming his reproductive future was set in stone.

"Guess we'll find out," she yelled as she dodged the seviper's blade tail and sank her fangs into the one spot she knew would cause damage.

The needle-like teeth pierced his left ball, pumping it full of venom that dissolved it from the inside out and cut off it's vital blood supply. All of a sudden it felt as if he'd been hit by a rampaging snorlax, this new white-hot agony foreign to the seviper. He'd never felt anything as debilitating as the pain currently sapping the strength from his body, eyes and mouth wide open while his brain struggled to handle the overwhelming signals that warned him of his imminent loss.

"Not so cocky now, are ya?" she mocked once his ball was full to bursting with her venom, the organ straining under the pressure of everything it had stuffed inside. "Shouldn't take longer than an hour or two for your precious berry to be turned into useless slop."

She licked his scales, making her way over to where she'd get the chance to give his right nut the same treatment. Once again, she packed his malehood with even more venom, both his balls bloated inside his body. His twin cocks began to surface from his concealed slit, the blood meant for his jewels heading over to his members instead. The arbok saw the large protrusions and thought it would be unfair to end the breeding career of such wonderful looking cocks without giving them a chance to keep spreading the seviper's gifted genes.

"Tell you what, if you can make me cum I'll let you keep whatever's left of your balls?" the arbok proposed, lining her hot vent up to his twitching lengths.

It was obvious he wasn't going to answer so she coiled her body around his and plunged his jutting penes into her awaiting snatch. Her warm, grasping flesh offset enough of the pain that the seviper could actually begin to understand what was happening, crying out from the horrible ache permeating throughout the core of his life-giving jewels. The arbok's forked tongue passed over his fangs and collected some of his venom which she hungrily swallowed. She liked its sour taste and went back for seconds, taking her time to keep the seviper's dicks hostage and buy more time for her own venom.

Her offer had been unfair from the beginning, almost certainly dooming the male to a slow and agonizing castration, but the fact still remained that he had a chance, however slim, to save his dissolving spuds and maybe even fix them if he worked quickly.

Gathering any amount of strength proved difficult, yet his desperation to remain intact pulled energy from thin air to power his muscles into a series of undulations that plowed his members into the arbok, making her tense up and clamp down on the invaders. He just needed one climax from the female and his nuts would be safe, one simple orgasm that she refused to give.

Her vice-like walls spasmed around him but she held on, constricting her body and putting his orbs under duress once more. The seviper was bleeding through his energy reserves, losing control over his wriggling form. They kept up their efforts, actively working to sabotage each other and have their way.

"Oh Arceus," the seviper howled, feeling his dying balls churn out a mixture of testicle innards and seviper seed for his throbbing lengths to fire into the tight arbok's depths.

His balls lost some of their mass as he came inside his would-be castrator, finally pushing past her last bit of resistance and preserving his genetic line. They pulled each other closer, their slits touching amidst their contracrions, and cried out for different reasons. The seviper got hit full force by a wave of nut pain, his jewels beginning to take a bluish hue from their lack of oxygen, and the arbok experienced mind-shattering pleasure.

"Pl-please," the seviper begged, the combination of testicular asphyxiation and liquefaction sapping the last of his resolve.

The arbok wasn't in a hurry, it had been less than half an hour since she'd first injected her venom and sure his balls were a lot lighter than they had started off but they still had plenty of time, time she was going to take to ride out her orgasm. Every moan she gave was accompanied by a hiss or grunt from the seviper as her passage's clenching became more sporadic and eventually stopped. She pulled his dicks out from inside her and saw a cloudy cocktail spill from her snatch, tasting the fluids before leaving to find something to stop her venom.

After what felt like decades to the male, the arbok returned, carrying several berries in her mouth that she fed to him, alleviating the burning in his jewels. He was safe, his nuts future secured for the time being, and all that was left was to find a way to get them back to their original condition, a task suitable only for the pokecenters human trainers liked to frequent.

With a lot of help, the arbok carried him to the nearest pokecenter, hoping she had found a permanent mate to call her own.