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ELLIE'S ADVENTURE (c) 2025 Charn A bovine futa gets quite a bit of attention at a pred bar. Futa, Castration, Milking, Forced exhibitionism, dub_con, trickery The vodka cranberry had gone down smooth, and the second one even smoother. Ellie felt the pleasant weight of intoxication settling into her limbs, making everything softer around the edges. The bar hummed with conversation and laughter, bodies pressed close in the dim lighting, and she was acutely aware of the space she took up, the way her breasts strained against her top, the weight of her endowment between her thighs as she shifted on the barstool. She'd caught more than a few lingering glances tonight, and each one sent a little thrill through her belly. It felt good to be noticed. It felt good to be wanted so openly. Her friends were deep in conversation about something Ellie had lost track of three minutes ago. Something about a new dating app, maybe? She nodded along, smiling vaguely, but her attention kept drifting. The bar was new, trendy, the kind of place that attracted a certain crowd. The kind of crowd that appreciated what she had to offer. Her hand drifted down to adjust herself, a habit born of necessity. Her paw stroked over the bulge of her balls, groaning as her dick twitched in sensitive anticipation. Even sitting down, the weight of her testicles pressed against the stool, each orb as large as her considerable breasts, a matched set that drew eyes wherever she went. She was proud of them, proud of the thick horse cock that hung between her thighs, proud of her body in all its excessive glory. "Excuse me, miss?" The voice was smooth, clever, and close enough that she could feel the warmth of breath against her ear. Ellie turned, and found herself looking into sharp, mustard yellow eyes set in a handsomely striped fluffy face. The tiger was older than her by a decade at least, but had the easy, practiced charm that suggested he knew exactly how attractive he could be. "I couldn't help but notice you from back here," he continued, his voice pitched low and intimate despite the noise around them. "My name is Charn. I'm the bartender here, and I wanted to personally invite you to experience our signature service, only offered once per night and only to our most exceptional," the tiger's eyes glazed down over her breasts, settling on her bulge, "customers." "Signature service?" Ellie's tongue felt thick, the words coming out slightly slurred. She blinked at him, trying to focus. "A complimentary massage," Charn said, his smile widening just a fraction. "We're becoming very well known for it. It's very exclusive, very... accommodating." His gaze flicked down again, settling on her groin again, and Ellie felt heat bloom in her cheeks. Why was he staring at her junk? "I think you'd be perfect for it." Perfect. The word sent a shiver down her spine. Her friends had gone quiet, watching the exchange with interest. "You know," Cheryl said, the fox's eyes twinkling with mischief, "I've heard that it's supposed to be amazing." "You should totally do it," Patricia added, eyes bright with vicarious excitement. The mink reached down an poked Ellie's skirt, right where her sheath was thickening in excitement. "We all know you're going to be completely hard in a couple minutes anyways... might as well make the most of it, right?" Ellie hesitated, but the alcohol made the decision feel easy, inevitable. Why not? She was here to have a good time, and a massage sounded wonderful. Her muscles were tense from a long week, and the attention, the specialness of being singled out, was intoxicating in its own way. "Okay," she said, and Charn's smile turned razor sharp. He offered his hand, and she took it, sliding off the barstool with a grunt of effort. The movement made everything shift and swing, and she was hyperaware of the eyes that followed her as Charn led her along the bar, patrons ducking their head as their lifted arms passed by overhea. Ellie felt a flush of pride mixed with arousal as she realized that people were watching her. They wanted to see where she was going, what she was doing. The tiger's hand was warm in her own, guiding her towards an alcove at the corner of the main bar. The wooden bar ha been modified, the surface padded with cushions, and with large cutouts for what would obviously be the face, breasts, and genitals. The 'massage table' stood in a pool of warm light, and Ellie's steps faltered as she took in the details. It was custom shaped to accommodate exactly the kind of body she had. "We pride ourselves on being inclusive," Charn said smoothly, as if reading her thoughts. "Every body is beautiful, and every body deserves to be savored. Tonight, you are going to be celebrated." Celebrated. Another perfect word. Ellie's cock stirred, the tip of it dangling just below the hem of her skirt, an the lazy twitch of interest that made her scrotum shift heavily. She was already half hard just from the walk over, from the attention, from the promise of being touched. "If you'll just remove your clothing and position yourself face down," Charn instructed, his tone professional but warm. "I think you'll find the table very comfortable." Ellie's fingers fumbled with her clothes, the alcohol making her clumsy. She was dimly aware of movement behind her, of bodies gathering, but Charn had said this was exclusive, special. Of course people would be curious. She peeled off her shirt, her large breasts bouncing free, nipples already tight and sensitive. Her skirt poole at her ankles, and then she was free, her large holstein body naked, standing in the warm light as Charn's gaze traveled over her body with an appreciation that felt both clinical and hungry. "Magnificent," he murmured. "Absolutely magnificent. Please, make yourself comfortable." The table was surprisingly accommodating. Ellie climbed onto it, feeling the padded surface give slightly beneath her weight, and slowly lowered herself down. The cutout for her breasts was perfectly sized, allowing them to slide through and hang freely underneath without compression. As she settled into position, her cock and testicles dropped through the opening, hanging in open air, the weight of them pulling in a way that was both vulnerable and intensely arousing. Her arms curled around her head, and she settled her broad snout own into the cutout for her hole, confused at what she was seeing. The cool air kissed her exposed flesh, and she could feel every inch of herself, the thick medial ring of her equine shaft, the massive, pendulous weight of her testicles swaying gently with each breath. They were so large, so heavy, twin orbs of virility that had always been her pride and her burden. Now they hung completely exposed, displayed in a way they'd never been before. She knew that, because she could see them, right in front of her, as if she was staring at them from a couple inches away. "There's a monitor in front of you," Charn said, his voice coming from behind and below her now. "So you can see what I'm doing. Full transparency is part of the experience." Of course. Her face, buried in the cutout, was in a dark box with a monitor curved in front of her. The monitor was showing a live feed from a camera positioned directly beneath the table, facing out into the bar. She could see the tiger's bar apron, the underside of the table, and front and center, hanging through the cutout, illuminated and on full display, were her massive genitals. The sight stole her breath. She'd seen herself in mirrors, felt the weight of her endowment every day, but this angle was different. Her cock looked enormous, thick and dark, the flare of her glans already swelling with arousal. And her testicles, god, her testicles looked obscene. They hung like ripe fruit, each one straining against her scrotum, the skin stretched taut and shiny. They were the size of small melons, grotesquely oversized by any normal standards, and yet she felt a surge of pride looking at them. Movement in the background caught her attention. People were gathering, a crowd forming just beyond the table, their faces visible in the dim light. They were staring at her, at her exposed body, and instead of embarrassment, Ellie felt a thrill of exhibitionist pleasure. This was the show, she realized. The special massage was meant to be watched, a performance of sorts. It made sense, in a way. Why hide something so impressive? Let them look. Let them see what she had. On the monitor, Charn's striped hands entered the frame, and Ellie's breath hitched in anticipation. The tiger's paws hovered near her exposed genitals, and even through the screen, she could see the predatory grace in his movements. "Let's begin," Charn said, his voice a low purr that vibrated through the table and into Ellie's bones. Charn's paws lifted up, and she felt them settle warm and firm on her shoulders first, a concession to propriety that made Ellie's muscles unclench. This was a massage, after all. A real massage, it turned out. Ellie sighed, relaxing under the tiger's practiced, deft attention. He was finding knots she didn't know she had and working them loose with efficient precision. She let out a soft moo of pleasure, her eyes half lidding as she watched the monitor. The camera angle hadn't changed, still focused on her exposed underside, her massive genitals hanging in full view of the growing audience. She could see phones out, people taking pictures of her body, and her cheeks flushed hot with excitement. The tiger's hands moved down her back, then to her haunches, kneading the muscle there with the same professional attention. His body stepped into the camera's field of view, temporarily blocking out the sight of the onlookers. It was almost disappointing how normal the massage felt, how... legitimate. Then, though, the tiger's touch drifted lower, and Ellie's breath caught. The first contact was feather light, just the brush of fur against fur as Charn's paw ghosted along the inside of her thigh. On the monitor, she watched his hand come into frame, watched those striped fingers extend toward her hanging shaft. When he touched her, really touched her, wrapping his paw around the thick base of her cock, electricity shot up her spine. "Relax," Charn murmured, his voice soothing even as his grip tightened. "Let me take care of everything." Ellie tried to relax, but it was impossible. Her cock was responding, filling further, the flare of her glans expanding as blood rushed to her groin. On screen, she watched herself grow, watched her shaft thicken and lengthen in Charn's skilled grip. God, she was big. She had always known she was big, but seeing it so objectively stated, the way her genitals simply dwarfed the paw of the tiger.. when the bartender began to stroke, slow and methodical, his paw gliding from base to tip, her toes curled. His other paw cupped one of her testicles, and the sensation of that weight being supported, lifted slightly, was indescribable. She was so used to carrying them, to feeling their constant pull, that having someone else bear that burden was almost a relief. Almost. Because Charn's fingers were also massaging, kneading the sensitive orb with a touch that walked the line between pleasure and pressure. The crowd murmured appreciatively, and Ellie's ears flicked, catching snippets of conversation. "Look at the size of those." "I've never seen balls that big." "Think she can even walk straight?" Pride swelled in her chest, mixing with arousal until she couldn't tell them apart. Let them look. Let them marvel. These were hers, her markers of virility, and they were magnificent. Charn's stroking intensified, his paw moving faster, twisting slightly at the head to catch and spread the precum that was already beading at her tip. On the monitor, Ellie watched her own cock leak, watched the clear fluid dribble out of her shaft and coating Charn's fingers. The tiger swapped his hands, bringing the slick one down to smear the slimy against both of her heavy orbs as his other hand moved up to stroke itself slickly along her cock. The pleasure built steadily, a wave that started in her balls and radiated outward. Her shaft throbbed in Charn's grip, the medial ring flaring, and she could feel the familiar tightening that signaled approaching climax. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she realized how ready her body was to climax. Her testicles began to draw up, instinct trying to pull them close to her body for release. Charn must have felt it too. At the last possible moment, his fingers slid up along her testicles, fingers curling around the back and snaring the neck of her scrotum in his grasp. He pulled down on them, stretching them away from her body. The sensation was intense, bordering on painful, and it completely stalled out her orgasm. The pleasure peaked but couldn't crest, leaving her hanging in a desperate limbo of almost. "Not yet," Charn said softly, slowly releasing the pull. Ellie whimpered, a sound of pure need that drew chuckles from the watching crowd. She didn't care. Her testicles settled upwards back into place, aching now, feeling fuller than before. She needed to cum, needed the release that Charn had just denied her. The tiger didn't make her wait long before starting again. His paws returned to her cock, stroking with renewed purpose, and this time he focused on her most sensitive spots. The ridge of her flare, the underside just below her glans, the thick root where shaft met sheath. Each touch was calculated to drive her higher, faster. On screen, her testicles looked even larger than before, visibly swollen with backed up seed. They hung heavier, the skin stretched tighter, and when Charn cupped them again, Ellie could see how much they more filled his paws, how his fingers couldn't fully encompass their girth. Someone else touched her then, and it took a moment for Ellie's lust fogged brain to process that a hand had reached through the cutout to fondle one of her breasts. The touch was bold, possessive, fingers finding her nipple and rolling it roughly. The dual stimulation was overwhelming. Cock, balls, breasts, all being attended to at once, sensation layering on sensation until she couldn't think straight. The climax built faster this time, rushing toward her like a freight train. Her cock pulsed, balls drawing up again, and god, she was going to cum, she was finally going to cum. She felt the tiger's fingers wrap around her nut-sack again, and oh god, he wasn't going to, was he? He- Charn pulled. Harder this time, stretching her testicles down with enough force that the pleasure twisted into something sharper. Her orgasm stuttered gain, died again, leaving her gasping and clenching around nothing. The denial was almost cruel, and tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. "Please," she heard herself beg, the word muffled against the padded table. "Please, I need..." "I know what you need," Charn assured her, but he didn't sound sympathetic. He sounded satisfied, like this was exactly the response he'd been aiming for. The cycle repeated. Stroking, massaging, building her up with expert precision, then pulling her back from the brink with that firm tug on her aching testicles. By the third denial, Ellie was a mess, her hips making small, involuntary thrusts into empty air, her cock drooling constantly. On the monitor, her testicles looked grotesque, swollen to the size of small melons, the skin so tight it was shiny. They throbbed visibly with each heartbeat, pulsing with the desperate need to empty. More hands were on her breasts now, and she thought she felt someone's breath ghost across her exposed cock, close enough to taste but not touching. She couldn't see anyone but the tiger's fingers on the camera, but she could sense the warmth of the crowd as they pressed closer, no longer maintaining a respectful distance. Their hunger was palpable. Charn's paws stilled. Through her arousal drunk haze, Ellie barely registered the change. Then she saw movement on the monitor, saw the tiger's hand withdraw and return holding something that gleamed in the light. A claw. A single, wickedly sharp claw extended from Charn's index finger. "This next part might feel strange," the tiger said conversationally, as if discussing the weather. "But I promise it won't hurt me one bit." Before Ellie could process the words, before she could ask what he meant, Charn placed the claw at the top of her scrotum and sliced downward. The sensation was bizarre, not pain but a pins and needles tingling that spread across her entire sack. On the monitor, she watched in stunned fascination as her scrotum split cleanly down the middle, right between the testicles, the fur and skin parting like a curtain. There was no blood, just that strange tingling numbness, and then her testicles were spilling free, no longer contained by their sac, hanging exposed and naked in the open air at the end of their swollen, backed up cords. The crowd erupted in cheers and applause, and Ellie's mind struggled to catch up. Why were they cheering? What had just happened? She stared at the monitor, at the sight of her own testicles, massive and obscene, hanging completely bare. The cool air kissed their surface directly now, a sensation she'd never felt before, and despite the confusion, despite the shock, her cock throbbed harder, leaking another thick strand of precum. The cheering didn't make sense. Ellie's mind turned the sound over, trying to fit it into the context of a massage, of a normal evening at a bar. People didn't cheer for massages. But they were cheering now, voices raised in excitement and appreciation, and when she focused on the monitor, she saw why. Charn had moved to position himself directly beneath her hanging testicles, his face filling the camera frame. His expression was one of pure hunger, mustard yellow eyes fixed on her exposed gonads with an intensity that made something primal stir in Ellie's gut. This wasn't the face of a massage therapist. This was the face of a predator. But that couldn't be right. This was a bar, a public space, and she was just getting a massage. An experimental, exotic massage that involved exposing her testicles, but still just a massage. This was still part of the massage, wasn't it? Some exotic technique she'd never heard of? It had to be. The tiger's paws came into frame, and Ellie watched, hypnotized, as he reached up and cupped her left testicle. The touch was gentle, almost reverent, and he lifted the massive orb carefully, supporting its weight. On screen, the testicle looked enormous, dwarfing Charn's paws, the surface smooth and shiny where the scrotal skin had been peeled away. It had swollen even larger from the repeated edging, engorged with backed up seed until it was the size of a small melon, heavy and throbbing with desperate need. "Magnificent," Charn breathed, and the word was caught by the microphone, broadcast for the whole crowd to hear. He turned slightly, displaying her testicle to the camera, to the audience, showing it off like a trophy. "Look at the size of this beauty. The weight. You don't see quality like this every day, folks." A wave of confused pride washed through Ellie. He was right. Her testicles were exceptional, oversized even by hermaphrodite standards, and part of her preened under the attention, under the appreciation. She'd always known they were special. Now everyone else could see it too. But then Charn did something that made Ellie's mind stutter to a halt. He looked directly at the camera, smiled that razor sharp smile, and opened his mouth. His jaw dropped impossibly wide, far wider than should have been anatomically possible, revealing the pink of his tongue and the dark red cavern of his throat. He began to lift her testicle toward his opened maw. "Wait," Ellie tried to say, but her voice came out as a strangled moo. "What are you..." The first touch of his lips against her testicle sent a jolt of sensation through her body. They were warm, soft, and they kissed lovingly against her nut before they stretched up and around, over the curves of her gonad as Charn began to work the massive orb into his mouth. His tongue pressed against the underside, tasting, and Ellie could feel it, could feel every point of contact with shocking clarity now that the protective layer of her scrotum was gone. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. People didn't suck on testicles. Not real, attached testicles. Not in bars. Not in public. But the monitor didn't lie. She watched, transfixed, as Charn's mouth stretched obscenely around her testicle, his cheeks bulging, his jaw visibly straining. He was swallowing her. Actually swallowing a piece of her... whole. The sensation was overwhelming. His teeth scraped gently against the sensitive surface, not biting but creating a delicious friction that made her cock pulse and leak. His tongue massaged the underside of her testicle, working it deeper into his mouth, and the wet heat of his throat beckoned beyond. It felt good. God help her, it felt incredible, like the most intense form of oral sex she'd ever experienced. Ellie's hips jerked involuntarily, making her testicle shift in Charn's mouth, and the tiger made a pleased humming sound that vibrated through her entire gonad and made her cock throb with quickly rebuilding imminent arousal. On screen, she could see her testicle disappearing, inch by inch, vanishing into the predator's maw. His throat bulged as he began to swallow, the muscles contracting rhythmically, massaging her testicle in a way that brought her right to the edge of climax yet again. "Oh god," Ellie moaned, her hooves clenching. She was going to cum. The sensation was too much, too intense. After all the edging, all the denial, this was going to push her over. But something felt wrong. There was a tightness at the base of her testicle, where the cord connected it to her body. A pressure that was building, concentrating, becoming almost uncomfortable. She wanted to pull back, wanted to withdraw her testicle from Charn's throat, but she couldn't move, couldn't do anything but watch and feel. Charn's throat worked, swallowing rhythmically, and Ellie felt her testicle sliding deeper. The bulge in his neck was obscene, visible even on camera, a clear outline of her gonad distorting his throat. How was he breathing? How was this possible? The pressure at the base intensified, and then she felt it. The scrape of teeth, sharper now, more purposeful. They were closing, she realized. Charn's fangs were clicking together, and they were positioned right at the cord connecting her testicle to her body. "Wait," she tried again, more urgently. "Stop, that's-" Too late. The teeth met with a soft click. The sensation was not pain, not exactly. It was more like a sudden disconnect, a severing of connection that sent pins and needles radiating from her groin. There was a lightness where weight had been, an absence that her body immediately registered as wrong. On the monitor, she watched the tiger's mouth pull away from her groin, and there was no cord connecting her testicle to her body anymore. Her nut had come completely free. She could see the grotesque bulge of it, still packed full of all of her cum, as it slid the rest of the way down Charn's throat in one smooth motion. It traveled down, down, down... until it disappeared somewhere in his chest. The tiger's throat worked one final time, swallowing her testicle completely, and then it was gone. Gone. The word echoed in Ellie's mind. Her left testicle, the one that had hung between her legs for her entire adult life, that she'd been proud of, that she'd adjusted and accommodated and shown off, was gone. It was inside Charn's stomach now, being digested, becoming part of him. The realization should have brought panic, but the numbness was spreading, and all Ellie could feel was a strange, detached fascination. She could see her right testicle still hanging through the table cutout, still massive and throbbing, but there was an empty space next to it now. An asymmetry that looked wrong on the monitor. Charn licked his lips, his tongue catching the last traces of fluid that had leaked from her testicle during its journey down his throat. He looked satisfied, content, and when his eyes flicked to the camera, there was dark amusement there. "One down," he said, his voice slightly hoarse. His gaze shifted to her remaining testicle, and his smile widened. "Shall we continue?" Ellie couldn't stop staring at the empty space on the monitor. Where her left testicle had hung moments before, there was now nothing but air, a void that her brain struggled to reconcile. Her remaining testicle hung alone, looking obscenely large by itself, and the asymmetry was deeply unsettling. She could feel the difference too, a strange lightness on one side of her groin, as if she'd set down a heavy bag she'd been carrying for years. The absence was more present than the presence had ever been. Her right testicle throbbed, still swollen with backed up seed, still aching for the release that had been denied over and over. It looked even larger than the first one had, she realized with a mix of pride and growing dread. The edging had engorged it to monstrous proportions, and as she watched, a fresh bead of precum drooled from her cock tip, spattering against the floor below. Charn moved into frame again, his striped paws reaching for her remaining gonad. When he cupped it, Ellie could see the effort it took for him to support the weight, see his fingers strain to encompass the circumference. This testicle was huge, swollen beyond anything reasonable, and she felt a perverse pride that it was hers. That it was this big, this impressive, this... This edible. The thought crashed through her arousal fogged mind, bringing with it the first true stirrings of panic. He was going to eat this one too. He was going to swallow it, sever it, and then she would have nothing. No testicles at all. Just an empty, useless sack and a cock that could never cum properly again. "This one's even bigger," Charn said appreciatively, displaying her testicle to the camera, to the crowd. They pressed closer, phones out now, recording the moment. "Must be close to three pounds. An absolutely magnificent specimen." Three pounds. The number seemed impossible, but looking at the screen, at the way her testicle dwarfed the tiger's paws, Ellie could believe it. She'd been so proud of carrying this weight, of the statement it made about her virility. Soon it would be inside Charn's belly with it's twin, being digested, becoming nothing more than nutrients. The juxtaposition between pride and loss made her head spin. Charn opened his mouth again, that impossible, dislocating stretch, and positioned her testicle at the entrance to his maw. This time, the fit was tighter. Her gonad was simply too large, too swollen, and as he tried to work it past his teeth, Ellie could see his jaw trembling with effort. The first scrape of his fangs against her naked testicle sent shockwaves through her body. They pressed into the sensitive flesh, not breaking skin but creating indentations, and the sensation toed the line between pleasure and pain in a way that made her cock jerk violently. More precum splattered to the floor, a constant stream now, her body desperately trying to prepare for an orgasm that couldn't come. Charn's mouth stretched wider, and then wider still, until Ellie was sure his jaw would dislocate. The camera caught every detail, the way his lips wrapped around the curve of her testicle, the way his cheeks bulged obscenely, the strain visible in every line of his face. He was determined, though, and inch by tortuous inch, he worked her massive gonad into his mouth. The sensation was even more intense than with the first testicle. Every nerve ending seemed amplified, and Ellie could feel his tongue pressing against her, could feel the ridges of his palate, could feel the heat of his breath. When his throat opened and he began to swallow, the peristaltic massage was almost too much to bear. "Oh fuck," Ellie gasped, her voice breaking. The pleasure was mounting, building toward a peak that felt inevitable. Her cock strained, the medial ring flaring wide, and she could feel her body trying to draw her testicle up for release. But it couldn't. Her testicle was in Charn's mouth, being swallowed, and the disconnect between what her body wanted and what was physically possible created a feedback loop of desperate, unfulfilled arousal. On screen, she watched the bulge form in Charn's throat. It was even more obscene than before, stretching his neck grotesquely as her testicle traveled downward. The tiger's eyes watered from the effort, but he didn't stop, didn't slow. He swallowed steadily, rhythmically, and each contraction of his throat muscles massaged her testicle in a way that pushed her closer and closer to the edge. This time, she was going to cum. She had to. The sensation was too intense, too perfect, and her body couldn't hold back any longer. She felt her climax approaching like a tidal wave, felt everything tightening, preparing for release. The pressure at the base of her testicle returned, and Ellie knew what was coming. Charn's teeth were moving, closing, positioning themselves at the cord. She wanted to beg him to stop, wanted to plead for him to let her keep this last piece of herself, but the words wouldn't come. All she could do was watch and feel. She wanted to cum. She just needed him to wait- The teeth closed. Click. The severing was cleaner this time, quicker, and the sensation of disconnect was more profound. Her remaining testicle had come free, sliding completely down Charn's throat, and Ellie felt the weight of it disappear from between her legs. The lightness spread across her entire groin, and when she looked at the monitor, she saw nothing hanging through the cutout except her cock. Just her cock. Thick and hard and drooling, but alone. No testicles flanking it, no heavy orbs swaying beneath it. They were gone. Both of them. Inside Charn's stomach, curled up together wherever food went, being slowly digested and absorbed. The scrotum remained, empty and shrivelled, looking relieved not to have to carry the burden of her massive testicles anymore. The full reality crashed through the numbness. She'd been emasculated. Permanently, irreversibly emasculated. Those testicles had been her pride, her identity, and now they were food. They would nourish the tiger, add to his body mass, and eventually be expelled as waste. The testicles that had hung between her thighs for decades, that had drawn eyes and gasps and envy, would end up... in a toilet. The horror of it mixed with arousal in a way that Ellie couldn't process. Her cock throbbed harder, desperate for relief that her missing testicles could no longer provide. She could feel the ache where they'd been, the phantom weight that was no longer there, and it made her want to sob and cum in equal measure. Charn stepped back into full view of the camera, his belly visibly distended now. He rubbed it with satisfaction, and Ellie could see the outline of her testicles through his fur, two bulges nestled against each other in his stomach. They looked small there, diminished, no longer the massive orbs that had been her pride. The tiger's paws came into frame again, and before Ellie could process what was happening, he grasped her cock. His touch was slick, deft, and he began to stroke with practiced efficiency. The pleasure was immediate, overwhelming, but wrong. Something was missing, some crucial component that her body needed for proper release. "Ladies and gentlemen," Charn announced, his voice carrying over the crowd's excited murmurs. He stroked Ellie's cock faster, twisting at the tip, milking precum in thick strands. "We have here a magnificent specimen. A very thick, very prime equine cock, still attached to a very aroused, very desperate cow." Ellie's mind reeled. Specimen? What did he mean by specimen? "The testicles were mine, as agreed," Charn continued smoothly, still stroking. "But this beautiful shaft is up for bid. Who wants to make an offer?" Offer. Bidding. The words penetrated slowly, their meaning clicking into place with horrible clarity. He was selling her cock. He was going to cut off her cock and sell it to someone in the crowd. "No," Ellie whimpered, but even as she said it, her cock pulsed in his grip, straining toward a climax it could never reach. "Please, no, I need-" "Starting bid is five hundred," Charn said, ignoring her plea. "Do I hear five hundred for this impressive piece?" Hands shot up in the crowd. Voices called out numbers. The bidding escalated quickly, and through it all, Charn kept stroking, kept edging her toward an impossible orgasm. Ellie's cock wept constantly now, pouring precum, her body's desperate attempt to prepare for a release that would never come. Not without testicles. Not without the seed they produced. She was caught on the knife's edge of climax, her cock harder than it had ever been, straining and throbbing in the tiger's skilled paws. But she couldn't cum. Couldn't release. Could only hang there in aching, desperate arousal while strangers bid on the privilege of removing her last piece of masculine identity. The numbers climbed higher. The crowd pressed closer. And Ellie, trapped on the table with her missing testicles digesting in a predator's stomach, could only watch and whimper and wish she'd never accepted a massage.