[b]Yo, Prepare Your Bits here! How about a short of a Lopunny capturing a Sneasel, and using Bounce on his balls for practice. She won't be satisfied until she pops one. Perhaps she's a tease, as well ;3 Have fun![/b]

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“StopstopstopSTOP!!!”

The Lopunny hopped down from her perch, frowning. “What’s up?”

The Sneasel let out a tortured gasp of relief as the female stepped off of his ballsac. He watched in fascinated horror as his testicles began reinflating to their usual round shape, the female’s footprints disappearing from his squishy orbs after a few long seconds. His thighs quivered with effort as he tried to close them together and protect his unborn children, but his legs were still spread wide by a pair of Grass Knots that the Lopunny had laid down at the start of their session.

“I can’t–…I can’t do this,” he squeaked. “F-Fuck, Lana, you’re going to pop my balls!”

The female rolled her eyes. “Oh don’t be dramatic. ‘Bounce’ is a powerful move, but it’s not THAT powerful.” The leggy Lopunny bounced up and down on her toes a few times, trying to stay limber. “Besides, I’m almost done! Just let me get in a few more reps and I’ll give you that handjob I promised.”

Gregor groaned pitifully, his ignored cock twitching at the thought. He had lusted over Lana for months now, trying to convince her to give him a chance. When she had proposed a “date-night-slash-battle-practice-session”, he had jumped at the opportunity to finally share an evening with her. When she started the date by wrapping her fingers around his dick and promising to get him off before the end of the night, he had been so turned on that he had almost blown his load on the spot.

Of course, that was before an entire hour of getting his testicles trampled by the leggy beauty. Now he was starting to wonder if he’d ever cum again.

The Sneasel shook his head. “I-I don’t think I can last that long.”

The female pouted. “Oh come onnnnn. Give me three more Bounces and I’m done, I promise!” She hefted one of her breasts in her paw. “If you want, I’ll let you fuck my tits after.”

“[i]Haaaah.[/i]” The male moaned involuntarily, his cock twitching again. His balls felt like they were about to explode…but he had spent many, many hours imagining how it might feel to have Lana’s breasts wrapped around his length. Against his better judgment, he listened to his libido. “F-f-fine. Just make it quick.”

“No problem!” Lana agreed cheerily. The Lopunny crouched for a moment, then launched herself upwards, her strong thighs helping her to leap a full body-length into the air. And immediately afterwards, inevitably, she came back down–

THUMP.

“AAAAAAAAA!” the Sneasel shrieked, his squeal rising to a piercing falsetto as the female landed with one footpaw centered atop each of his spunk-makers. The rubbery orbs ballooned outwards beneath the incredible pressure, bubbles of nutmeat squishing between her bare toes.

“One,” the female counted, then crouched for another jump.

Gregor’s squeal climbed even higher as she launched herself straight off of his flattened sperm tanks, the power unleashed by her thick thighs crushing his nuts even further into the dirt. The male scarcely had time for a gasping breath before she landed once more–

TH-[i]SPLUT.[/i]

–and his left nut disintegrated into a gooey mess. His whole body tensed, and his legs finally ripped free of the Lopunny’s Grass Knots, his thighs clamping tight around the fuzzy footpaw that had just reduced his masculinity by half. He let out a quiet, choked mewl, his vision swimming.

“Two…huh?” The female wiggled her toes, slowly recognizing what she had done as her friend’s former nut sloshed beneath her toes. “…Ah. Um. Whoops?”