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So this is my first ballbusting story. Techinically it was part of a larger set of stories I had posted a while back. They weren't very good, so I've taken them down. This particular story had a ballbusting scene and I thought I might as well put it up, seeing as there's actually an interest in furry ballbusting now. I hope you enjoy it, and feedback is appreciated!

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"Damn, Clarisse, that was good..."

Rygle rolls onto his back off the young human girl, sighing happily. Clarisse snuggles up to the young gryphon's side, her head resting on his soft furry forearm, his feline paw entwined with her hair, stroking it. She tilts her head up to the gryphon's beak and kisses his cheek.

"Hey, I gotta get back to the village before my parents wake up, the sun's almost completely out."

"Aww, come on, you've got at least an hour." Rygle rolls onto his side, facing her with his white underbelly. "You've stayed out later before."

"Yeah, but I almost got caught. I want to keep doing this with you." She trails a finger down his curved chest to his slim stomach before brushing the tip of his pink member which was almost completely holstered in his sheath at this point.

"Ah! Hey!" He grabs her hand, pinning it to the ground, "Not quite ready for another go...but if you stayed another hour," His cheeks curve into a devilish smile.

She pulls her hand back, rolling to the side and grabbing her undergarments from the branches of the tree they were under. Rygle sighs, then sits up, pouting.

As she's getting dressed, Clarisse notices his expression and laughs. "Oh, come on you grumpy bird, you're lucky I even made it out tonight, I think they're starting to get suspicious."

Rygle rolls his eyes, then smirks, "For someone rebellious enough to be sneaking out at night you sure are eager to please your parents."

"Hey, I try to please my parents because I love them, do you know how much it would hurt them to know I'm doing this? They can't find out."

Rygle felt a little pang in his chest at that, the things he had wanted to tell the human coming back to the surface. He quickly pushes the thought back down, reassuming his confident smirk.

"Maybe I was wrong about you...maybe you aren't that fiery girl I met at The Field,"

Rygle Gets to his paws, stretching. Now dressed in her bra and panties, Clarisse turns to look at the gryphon, arching an eyebrow. "Oh?"

Knowing he was getting her riled up, the gryphon's cheeks stretched even further into the grin. Often tension like this ended in at least a quickie and considering he was already feeling rejuvenated he might as well go for it, get his mind off the knowledge of what a mess they were in.

"I'm just saying," Rygle says, continuing to stretch, arching his belly towards the ground, "You're not assertive enough." He then walks his feline paws up the trunk of the tree, taloned feet supporting him as he stretched seductively, his back towards her. "I left the nest when I was ten."

Clarisse wasn't stupid, she knew what he was doing. And she had to admit, whenever he stood on his hind legs, which wasn't often, she got a thrill at seeing how big he actually was. He was at least two feet taller than herself, thick muscle rippled under his velvety beige fur along his back, merging nicely into the feathers of his neck and face.

"More assertive, eh?" Clarisse gained her own little smile as she watched the gryphon show off his body. She'd give him assertive, alright.

Rygle faced the tree, pretending to be preoccupied with working his claws into the bark. He knew he had her.

"Aww, don't worry about it. I guess I shouldn't expect anything more, I am the male, after all." Now that was definitely sure to get a response, the young gryphon thought. To make the invitation a bit more obvious he raised his tail slightly.

Clarisse feels a flare of defiance at those words, along with a bit of anger. Of course, he was joking, but female empowerment had been instilled in her since she was born. Her mother was a strong figure in the house, and she had been sure to pass that trait down to her daughter. He had definitely touched a nerve

Seeing the feline tail lift, it gave her a clear view of the furry ass underneath. Just below that, though, was the very bottom of his sac. A light color to match his underbelly, they were hanging low in the humid weather.

Looking back, Clarisse realized that a lot of factors played into what happened next; the gryphon's wide open stance, his cockiness, her flare of anger. It all came to a point just as he bared himself to her...

WUMP! Clarisse blinked. She had a sudden view of her foot buried deep between the gryphon's thick thighs, covered to the ankle under his soft fur. It was warm, and she could feel his rubbery male parts pinned somewhere against his lower belly. Although she had hit him quite hard, he didn't budge, he was about as solid as the tree he was leaning against. Unfortunately, this wasn't an advantage for him as his massive weight anchored him to the ground, forcing him to take the full power of the blow.

Everything was silent. Clarisse felt numb, not quite absorbing what she had just done. She couldn't tell what her lover was thinking either, but the tensing of his shoulders and entire body in general told her he had definitely felt it. She watched his tail curl around her ankle as if trying to brace itself against the pain. If she had been able to see the gryphon's face, however, she would have known the extent of the pain she had just caused.

Rygle had expected something rough, most likely a hard grope before they would have fallen to the forest floor to commence a quick fucking. Instead, he was met with a gut-wrenching blow to his undercarriage. His vision shook, then blurred as his eyes lost focus, bulging as they widened. His cheeks even puffed out as he tried to hold in his wind which had been knocked from his lungs. Along with a slightly protruding tongue, his expression was completely ridiculous. While all this happened Rygle went straight to his toes, his whole body straining and shaking as it tried to move as far away as possible from the foot. And all this caused by the explosion of utter and pure male agony radiating from the twin spheres between his thighs. At this very moment the rubbery eggs were squirming and straining in his sac, trying to escape the pressure. The deep pain radiated straight up into his lower gut, making him hunch forward a bit.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, which was actually about ten seconds, the foot lowered. Air rushed out of the gryphon's lungs in a loud whoosh, his whole body seemingly deflating, as if her foot had been holding in a plug. The gryphon leaned heavily against the tree, his claws fully extended into the bark to hold himself up as his mind tried to comprehend the pain. As Rygle attempted to pull air back in his lungs he gave a coughing retch, the nausea becoming almost too much.

Clarisse was in a bit of a mental battle herself. She had just kicked her boyfriend in his most private of areas. And, scarily enough, she actually kind of liked it. The sudden feeling of power she had was intoxicating. Not to say she didn't feel bad,. The way Rygle was crumpled up like this was a strange and surreal sight. The usually confident and cocky gryphon had been reduced to a folded mound of pain with just one kick. She had been rough with him before, and he had displayed masochistic tendencies in the past, but had she gone too far this time? He hadn't told her to stop, and he wasn't covering himself up. In fact, he seemed to be holding himself up for her, maybe he wanted her to continue?

Spurred by this thought, she reached between Rygle's legs again. It was a bit difficult, due to the fact that his thighs were tightly squeezing together. She managed to wedge her slim hand in eventually and quickly found his soft spot once again.

Rygle suddenly jerked and whimpered, "Wait! I'm not ready, let me- Auuuuugh!"

Clarisse did not wait, instead she clamped down hard. This time, Rygle didn't stay upright, folding at the waist as pangs of nut pain shot into his gut. His claws scraped down the bark of the tree loudly, leaving deep grooves in the trunk all the way down until his paws shot between his legs, covering the smaller human's hands as she held on. At this point, the gryphon could have easily clawed or at least pried her hands from his jewels, but his reluctance to hurt her, along with his strange enjoyment of the situation held him back. That is, until she began to give him rhythmic squeezes.

"Oh! Ah! Egh! Oorgh!" The bird squawked in time with the squeezes, each one sending another lance into his belly. His eyes crossed again, tongue lulling out as he drooled. The nutflesh of his furry sac bulged between her fingers with each compression. Finally, he could take no more.

"Enough! Pl-ease!"

A final squeeze caused his voice to crack before Clarisse immediately let go.

Rygle fell forward flat on his face, on his knees as he pressed his beak into the ground, paws firmly cupping his injured pride.

"Oh...Oh...Oh...," The gryphon whimpered with each breath, trying not to retch again as his stomach tried to settle. He rocked slowly from side as he rubbed his face into the leaves of the forest, trying to escape the pain that just wouldn't go away. It was a few minutes before he was able to compose himself enough to speak

"Oh God, Clarisse...what the fuck?" He moaned, now curled up on his side.

Clarisse winced, feeling completely ashamed. "I was being more assertive..." She finally said quietly, looking at the ground.

"By crushing my balls!?" The young gryphon squeaked, curling up tighter.

"I'm sorry, I thought you wanted..." Clarisse didn't finish, not sure what to say.

"You crushed my balls!" He whined again, writhing a bit.

Clarisse looked away, biting her lip. She listened to his grunts and whines for another minute, then;

"Did you enjoy it?"

"What?" Rygle turned his head around to look at her, his eyes squinting through the pain.

"Nothing! Hey, I'm really late now. And I'm really, really sorry, I swear. I just thought...I'll talk to you later!"

With that, she leaned over and kissed his beak before grabbing the rest of her clothes and dashing into the forest.

"Wait..." Rygle wheezed out halfheartedly. He let his head fall back to the ground with another groan, closing his eyes. "Fuck..."

It had been a while since he had felt anywhere close to this. Not since he had racked himself on a branch when making a clumsy landing last year, in fact. But he had never been hit like this. This was a whole new level of pain.

Obviously there were things about Clarisse he didn't know about, considering they had been together for only two months. But he was seriously going to have to rethink their relationship if this was a normal thing for her. Then again, it had been a bit exhilarating, being at the mercy of the female. Technically, he could get used to it, if it was really what the human wanted. But as of now, he wanted nothing more than to lay where he was, nursing his inflamed nuts.