Kicking Contest

"One, two, three, four, get that dragon on the floor!" 

SMACK.
THUMP.

“Awwghh!”
“F-f-fuck…”

WHUMP.
THUD.

“Nnnph!”
“[i]Gods![/i]”

Naven fought to keep his legs spread, doing his best to stay standing as the naked dragoness in front of him drew back her leg again. The female’s thick thigh muscles bulged in anticipation as she prepared her next strike — and then suddenly her foot was in motion, driving upwards like a sledgehammer, all her energy uncorked in a kick strong enough to—

THWUMP.

—strong enough to lift the male onto his toes, smashing into his danging ballbag at near-neutering speed. Naven’s right nut managed to squirm out of the way of the impact, but his left gonad was caught squarely across the top of her foot and crushed brutally out of shape, crumpling around her toes like a lump of clay. The male let out a choked mewl, his stiff dick giving an involuntary throb, but he managed to stay on his feet.

WHAM.

A split second later, another kick connected — between a different dragon’s legs. Next to Naven, Jac let out a wounded groan of agony, hands twitching at his sides as he fought the urge to clutch his wounded ‘nads. Nutpain exploded through his gut like a bomb, the initial sharp stab of nausea slowly fading into a duller, deeper ache.

“My [i]NUTS,[/i]” gasped Jac, eyes watering. “Ohhhhh…!”

“Oooh, yeah.” Neera grinned with satisfaction, lowering her leg and bending forwards to inspect the devastation she had wrought on her new friend’s nutsac. “That was a good ‘un, huh?”

It was a pretty classic Saturday night down at the Cracked Egg. The local tavern was a favorite for young dragons: a great place to hang out, to get a drink, and to meet someone new. One side of the space was thick with singles, flirting and groping, the din of their conversation occasionally interrupted by a surprised squeak or a throaty moan. The other side of the space was full of couples out on date nights, enjoying themselves and often making new friends.

Naven and Neera had been together for about two years, and they were both very social dragons by nature. They loved the opportunity to go out and meet new couples. And what better way to meet a new couple than by challenging them to a friendly game of ‘Last Male Standing’?

‘Last Male Standing’ was a classic way for red dragon couples to get to know each other, and a fun bit of competition at the same time. The rules were simple: each female would pair up with the opposing male, then kick him in the balls repeatedly until he crumpled to the floor. The last male standing was the winner. It only took a few minutes to play (followed by a bit more time for recovery…) and it was a great conversation starter. For a dragoness, there was no better way to meet a new guy than to drive his nuts into his throat a few times — and for a dragon, there was no more memorable introduction than getting your balls flattened across a new female friend’s foot.

“Hang in there, hon!” Ritika smiled encouragingly at her boyfriend Jac, even as the dragon spluttered for air. If she wanted to rescue her boyfriend before he collapsed into the fetal position, she really needed to make her kicks count. The female raised her right leg carefully, judging the distance between herself and Naven’s twin targets.

Naven shivered as Ritika brushed her toeclaws against the underside of his ballsac. Even that light touch sent a pang of ache through his battered balls. Just a few minutes ago, when he had first met Ritika, she had seemed like a shy and gentle girl…but now, as he watched her cock back her leg for another ball-splattering punt, he wondered if he had overestimated his own endurance.

THUMP.
THUD.

“[i]EEEEEeeeeee….![/i]” Naven’s thighs trembled, and his cock dribbled a thin, transparent stream of pre. Even as Ritika withdrew her leg, his plump dragon-makers continued to bobble from the impact, each bounce sending a fresh jolt of agony racing up his spine. Stars danced at the edge of his vision. His nuts ached to their squishy core.

This was Naven’s fifth game of ‘Last Male Standing’ this evening. He had watched Neera kick four other males into submission over the course of the night, while his own balls soaked up a few dozen kicks from four other sexy females. He had been fully ready to quit after the fourth round, but Neera had convinced him to fight for her one more time by wrapping her claws around his thick dick, giving it a few slow strokes, and whispering a few dirty promises in his ear. Now he was hard and dripping, and awaiting his next kick.

At least the male had a solid strategy. Years ago as a horny teenager, he had stumbled across a useful technique to help ignore the pain: focusing on the attacking female’s breasts. Normally it might be a tad rude to stare at another female’s tits when you already had a girlfriend, but no one seemed to mind when you were in the middle of getting your balls kicked in, and the way that a dragoness’s breasts naturally jiggled with each kick was a welcome distraction from the maelstrom of male pain tearing through his abdomen. Naven tried to imagine each kick driving a fresh spurt of dragon batter out of his battered ballsac: a thick white rope of addled spunk that would splash across his new female acquaintance, painting her from mid-thigh to collarbone.

Naven knew he just needed to hold out for a few more kicks. His girlfriend’s legs were deadly — he was sure that she’d finish off Jac soon. And if he could hold out until then, she’d spend the rest of the evening draining his spunk tanks dry…

WHAM.
SMACK.

“[i]Gah![/i]”
“Haaaaah…!”

WHUMP.
THUMP.

“My fucking [i]BALLS—![/i]“
“Nnnnnnph!”

THUD.
THWUMP.

Both kicks slammed home with brutal accuracy, lifting both males clear off of their feet.

Agony sliced through Naven’s left nut as it was caught squarely against his pelvis for a second time, further scrambling the nerve-packed orb. For a moment, a few bubbles of nutmeat squished out from between Ritika’s toeclaws, as though his scaly sphere had decided to split up into several smaller bulging orbs. Thankfully for Naven, his nugget managed to stay in one piece — though he could tell he would be feeling that particular kick for the next several days. A thick drop of cum glistened at the tip of his cock, forced out of his nut by the sheer velocity of Ritika’s kick.

Naven’s legs quivered beneath him, and he was starting to feel rather dizzy, but after a second or two he managed to pull himself together. Still, he was awfully worried. Despite his best efforts to continue staring at her tits, his eyes fell to Ritika’s leg instead. He watched the dragoness fold her leg back once more, her naked thigh bulging in preparation. In his mind’s eye, he couldn’t help but picture a pair of shattered walnuts.

The male opened his mouth to surrender—

—only to be interrupted by an agonized mewl as Jac collapsed beside him.

Naveen squealed victoriously. “And Jac goes DOWN!” The female shimmied from side to side in celebration, then gave her thick thigh an appreciative [i]SLAP[/i]. “I tell ya, these legs were MADE for bustin’ balls.”

Ritika lowered her leg reluctantly. “Aww man! I swear, I was ONE kick away.” She knelt down next to her crumpled-up boyfriend, giving his shoulder a reassuring squeeze as he curled up around his flattened gonads. “That’s okay hon, we’ll beat ‘em next time.”

Naven let out a long, shaky sigh of relief. Honestly, Ritika was right — one more kick and he would have spent the next thirty minutes in the fetal position. As it was, it took all his concentration to stay on his feet and stumble towards his girlfriend Naveen.

Naveen was prepared. With a practiced ease, she slipped an arm around his waist, helping to steady the male. She looked up at him affectionately. “Nice work, hon. You really hung in there.”

“Th-thanks,” he gasped…then gasped again, as clawed fingers wrapped around his stiff erection. He let out a throaty moan, all remaining defenses stripped away by his girlfriend’s touch.

Naveen gave the male’s dick a few slow pumps, enjoying the way he shuddered against her. “You know,” she purred, “it’s been AGES since I made you cum in public. Whaddaya say I give you your first orgasm of the night right here?” She glanced down at Ritika. “I mean, as long as you and Jac don’t mind.”

Ritika laughed, looking back over her shoulder. “Ha! Oh totally, go for it! I was just thinking about getting Jac off, too.” She shook her rump teasingly. “Hell, you can aim for my ass if you like.”

Naveen looked up at her partner. “Whaddaya think, stud? If you can hit her from here, I’ll suck you dry tomorrow, too.”

Naven groaned helplessly as the pressure began to build in his busted balls. “A-anything for you, babe,” he answered shakily, his precum-slicked length throbbing between his girlfriend’s fingers.

She winked up at him, continuing to pump away. “Good answer.”