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"Did you find everything alright?" The buxom dragoness behind the counter gave a cheerful grin.

"Yep!" T'lak set down the handful of items he'd been carrying in his arms. "Just a quick shop today, N'dara."

It was just before dusk on a Wednesday, and T'lak was out and about to run a few errands. Walking around town during April Jewels was always a bit of a gamble for a male -- as T'lak and his testicles had experienced repeatedly over the past week -- but the village tended to be pretty quiet around this time of day. He had managed to make it all the way to the grocer with only a single dragoness stopping him to punt him in the balls, which was quite an unusual bit of good fortune.

His balls still ached for a million OTHER reasons, of course, thanks in large part to the gorgeous goddess waiting for him back at home. Originally, it was Ajani who had intended to head into town and pick up some things for the two of them...but that was before she had tired herself out by spending an hour and a half grinding on T'lak's denied dick and crushing his blue balls into pancakes under her ass. Somewhere around orgasm #13, she had happily passed out, and T'lak had been too kindhearted to wake her back up. Instead, he had shakily climbed back to his feet (after easing his fiancée off of his well-flattened ballbag) and headed down the street on his own.

And thus T'lak found himself at "Snacks and Smacks", doing his best to ignore his throbbing nuts and his drooling dick as he bought groceries.

"Just a quick shop, huh?" The shopkeeper gestured to a few handwritten signs mounted on the wall behind her. "Well, you should come back soon and shop some more! We're running all sorts of discounts for April Jewels, you know."

Indeed, there were more than a few offers up on display:

"FRESHLY-SQUEEZED ORANGE JUICE", trumpeted one sign, alongside an illustration of a fat, juicy fruit bulging out from between tightly-clenched claws. "Crushed by hand every morning!"

"HOUSE-MADE PEANUT BUTTER," shouted another sign, next to a lovingly-rendered drawing of two shattered nuts. "Ground to the finest paste!"

The third sign was a bit more abstract. "WELL-AGED WINE," it advertised -- but rather than showing a bottle of booze, the artist had drawn a picture of a pleased-looking dragoness, her hands planted on her bare hips. Below her, a male dragon was wrapped around her leg, his face a grimace of agony as the naked female crushed his balls under her heel -- balls that the artist had shaded a deep navy blue as they squished out from beneath his companion's foot. "Stomped from local grapes," the sign continued, "and aged for two years!"

T'lak swallowed nervously. "Y-yeah, I, uh...I'm sure I'll be back."

N'dara was already busy with her abacus, deftly sliding a few beads back and forth with her claws as she tallied up her customer's purchases. "One loaf of bread, a bunch of bananas...ah, and a carton of eggs, eh?" She stuck her tongue out playfully. "What, did Ajani crack the ones she has at home?"

The male chuckled half-heartedly, even as those words sent a fresh pang of ache through his balls. "Not yet, thankfully."

"Soon, then." She winked. "No use keeping an egg intact forever -- it's cracking 'em open that's the fun part!"

T'lak opened his mouth...then closed it again, not sure exactly how to reply to that.

N'dara wasn't the only one who wanted to chat. Another dragoness poked her head in from the doorway of the shop -- N'dara's twin sister, D'nara. The two females looked almost identical, though D'nara was perhaps a tad slimmer at the waist. "Need any help, sis?" she asked, stepping back inside. "I finished cleaning up that kiwi I accidentally stepped on. Man, those things are MESSY when they burst..."

"I think T'lak here needs a bag," replied N'dara, continuing to tally up items.

"Oh that's alright," T'lak insisted, "I've got one."

"Well yeah, I can see you've brought at least ONE big ol' bag," cooed D'nara, sliding closer. Nonchalantly she reached out and curled her claws around the male's overstuffed ballsac, giving his scaly orbs a light-but-threatening squeeze. "But what about for your groceries?"

T'lak chuckled nervously, his tail twitching behind him. "I-I brought a bag for those too, D'nara," he reassured her, turning to show the soft cloth satchel slung over his shoulder.

"Well hey, good for you!" The dragoness relinquished her grip on his nuts, instead wrapping her fingers around his denied dick and giving it a few eager pumps. "Gotta appreciate a man who comes prepared. Especially when he ain't likely to cum any other way..."

"...Hhh," shivered T'lak. His cock gave an involuntary throb, firing a spurt of precum across the female's forearm.

N'dara seemed unfazed by her sister's antics, or by the scattered droplets of pre that had splashed against the side of the counter. "That'll be 3 gold and 4 silver," she reported, looking up from her abacus.

"O-of course," T'lak grunted, trying to stay focused despite the firm grip around his length and the ten months of unspent semen boiling in his balls. He fished around in his satchel for a moment, pulling out a few gold and silver pieces and dropping them into N'dara's open palm.

The dragoness caught the coins with a grin. "Always happy to leave a man's purse a little lighter," she joked. She stepped out from behind the counter, picking up a few items to start placing them inside T'lak's satchel. "A Happy April Jewels to you and Ajani, eh? Tell her to give you an extra kick in the balls for me."

"And another from me!" echoed D'nara, finally withdrawing her hand. The female took a step away, ever-so-lightly trailing her claws along T'lak's hip as she slipped behind him.

Something about her touch made T'lak hesitate for a moment -- and made a sudden twinge of ache run through his testicles. Was his body trying to tell him something? It almost felt like some buried male instinct was trying to warn him that his dragonmakers were in danger...but then again, weren't they always?

"...I'll tell her," he finally replied, suddenly feeling uneasy. He thought hard for a moment. What was he missing?

"There we are." N'dara deposited the last of the groceries, stepping towards T'lak to hand over the bag -- but then she paused for a moment. "Oh, wait...actually. Before you go, there's one more thing we need."

"Hm?" T'lak was distracted, but he shook his head to clear his thoughts, looking up at the shopkeeper--

--who had a gleefully impish look in her eye. T'lak barely had time to notice the way that her thick thigh was cocked back before--

THU-SPLUT!

Instant, overwhelming agony.

Even as his perception of time slowed to a crawl -- as it tended to, when his testicles were being brought to the very precipice of popping -- it took a moment for T'lak to begin figuring out what had just happened to him. Okay, sure, N'dara had just kneed him in the balls as hard as she could. That much was obvious, especially given the many thousands of times that he had experienced such a thing before. But that didn't explain why it felt like his nuts had just been crushed by MULTIPLE sledgehammers simultaneously.

"Get it?" came a voice from over his shoulder. "One more thing we KNEED!"

Ah. N'dara and D'nara were BOTH kneeing him in the balls as hard as they could, at the same time. Well. That explained it.

Like most great ballbusts, the moment of impact only lasted a split second -- but if the three dragons had been able to pause time, perhaps they could have zoomed in and properly appreciated the tiny symphony of testicular annihilation. The way that N'dara's knee came crashing into T'lak's ballbag from the front just as D'nara's knee came crashing up under his tail from the back. The way that his left ball was crushed halfway out of shape for an agonizing moment before it squirted away to safety. And of course, the way that his RIGHT ball was left to absorb two full-force knees all by itself, the cum-stuffed orb compressed to its structural limits with a quiet-but-audible CRUNCH.

That one fat testicle provided some important cushioning for N'dara and D'nara, or else the two dragonesses might have banged their kneecaps together rather painfully. Thankfully, their aim was true, and T'lak's ball provided a bit of buffer (even if it was crushed paper-thin in the process). Agony sliced through the male's gut as his right nut gave up any pretense of its usual spherical shape, his nutmeat squishing outwards in all directions. A splurt of thickened precum erupted from his cock, splattering thickly across the underside of N'dara's tits.

"...Ghhuuhhh," gasped T'lak, his pupils shrinking to pinpricks.

In well-practiced unison, N'dara and D'nara each lowered their legs, allowing their customer's nearly-popped 'nads to flop back down between his thighs. T'lak trembled in place for a long moment, teetering back and forth...then crumpled to the ground, both hands buried between his legs to protect whatever remained of his dragonmakers.

"Oh that was a GOOD one!" gushed D'nara. The dragoness squatted down next to her victim, vibrating with excitement in a way that nearly matched T'lak's involuntary shuddering on the floor. "Fuck, I think I felt one Quiver!"

N'dara chuckled, running a finger through the blast of precum that now coated her stomach. "Yeahhh, safe to say those knees were right on target." She peered down at the male collapsed at her feet. "Heh, sorry. April Jewels, right?"

T'lak let out another wordless, mournful moan, rolling onto his side.

Gently, N'dara set down T'lak's bag of groceries beside him. "Well, you can spend as long as you need down there -- we'll make sure no one comes in and breaks your eggs." She glanced at her twin sister. "Well...not the ones you just bought from our store, anyway."

D'nara tilted her head to one side, watching T'lak's tail twitch erratically as he writhed in the fetal position. "...We didn't ACTUALLY pop anything, right?" she asked curiously.

N'dara shook her head. "Nah, if he's lost a nut he'd be mewling in a different octave." She licked the pre from her finger, smacking her lips. "They're just well-scrambled."

Lost in a world of nutpain, there was nothing T'lak could do but groan.