BB Mythology - The Big Burst

In the beginning, there were two dragons: Ayo and Iara.

Iara was the Goddess of Playfulness, and her laughter echoed through the cosmos. She was smart and beautiful and full of joy. Her body was a white light that shimmered through the darkness like diamonds. Her breasts were full and soft, and her hips curved across infinity.

Ayo was the God of Fertility, and his energy filled the space around him. He was strong and kind and generous. His body shone like onyx, sleek black lines in an endless void. His member stood like an arrow, and his testicles were like melons, three heavy orbs that swayed between his legs.

Ayo and Iara were deeply in love. They shared conversation and companionship and pleasure. They were inseparable, and for a long while, they were happy. But eventually, they grew lonely in their solitude. They longed for company, and to bring other life into the universe. 

Let us create children, said Ayo one day, his member stiff and ready.

The thought of children brought Iara great joy, but it also brought great doubt. Ah, she said, that is easy for YOU to say. If I become pregnant, I will make a great sacrifice. I will swell and I will suffer, and my body will not be my own. And at the end of it all, agony will ripple through me, and I will endure the unthinkable to bring life into the universe. But you — you will experience none of this. What will you sacrifice?

Ayo saw the truth in Iara's words. For him, creating life was a simple pleasure. For Iara, creating life was a heavy burden.

But Ayo was generous of heart, and he felt great empathy. Well then, he said, tell me how I can prove myself to be a worthy mate, and I shall do it. I shall swell and I shall suffer, and my body shall be yours. If you wish, I will let agony ripple through me, and I will endure the unthinkable for you. Only say the word, and it shall be done.

Iara narrowed her eyes in thought. She drew closer to Ayo, and her claws curled around his testicles, weighing the three stones.

Your seeds will plant life in me, she said finally. They will be the source of my suffering. Perhaps it is fair that they should suffer in return.

Ayo felt fear, but he did not hesitate. So be it, he replied.

And so the two dragon gods consummated their love.

—

Soon, Iara's belly began to grow — and as it grew swollen, so too did Ayo's stones. With each day, Iara would find new ways to test Ayo's dedication.

She flattened his testicles beneath her feet.
She whipped them with her thick tail.
She ground them in her fist like berries in a mortar.
She kicked them until they doubled in size.
She splattered them across her thigh.
She struck them like a boxer.
She flicked them with a single claw.
She chewed them between her sharp teeth.
She pulled on them until their cords were taut.
She slapped them hard enough to leave handprints.
She plastered them across her kneecap.
And all the while, she tended to Ayo's erection, sucking and stroking, making sure that his orbs overflowed with unspent seed.

Ayo moaned and groaned and squawked and squealed, but he took her punishment without complaint. His testicles grew ever more battered and blue, and their ache was constant.

Finally, one day, a great shudder racked Iara's body. Her hands fell to her belly.

It is time!, she said.

Ayo’s eyes grew wide. Tell me what I can do to help you, he offered. Tell me, and I will do it.

Stay with me, said Iara. That will be enough.

Ayo nodded, and clasped his mate’s hand in his.

For a while, Iara was comforted — but over time, the pain in her body grew and grew. Soon she grit her teeth, and her muscles tensed, and her patience grew thin. Eventually, the urge to lash out was overpowering.

Spread your legs, she demanded.

Ayo obeyed, and spread his legs wide. He kept his legs spread even as Iara slammed her foot up into his groin — once, twice, three times. He trembled as the female drew her leg back again and again, pounding his three orbs flat against his pelvis. Soon Ayo began to gasp with each new blow, and yet he still spread his legs, to help his mate in any way he could.

But despite her mate’s dedication, Iara did not feel better. The pain in her body only grew. With great frustration, the dragoness gave one more mighty punt, hard enough to bring Ayo to his knees. Her tail lashed back and forth in torment.

Ayo struggled back to his feet. He could see how much his lover was suffering. Is there anything more I can do?, he asked.

Another spasm racked Iara’s body, and the female cried out. She knit her brow in anger. Finally, she had had enough.

Give me your balls, Iara growled, her claws outstretched.

The tone of her voice sent a shiver through Ayo, but still he did not hesitate. Dutifully the male stepped forward, offering his testicles to his mate despite their throbbing ache.

No sooner had Iara closed her fingers around his fruit, than the dragoness began to squeeze. This time, Ayo could not help it: the male began to moan, his muzzle open in a wavering cry of agony. As Iara’s pain grew, her grip tightened, and Ayo's mewling grew ever higher in pitch. The male shook and quivered as his orbs squished between her fingers, deforming like clay. His hands twitched, desperate to stop the pain, and yet he still did not try to pull his lover’s claws away.

But Ayo’s three stones were too large to all fit in Iara’s claws. As the female bore down on her mate’s precious gems, she eventually focused on just one jewel, trapping it in her fingers. Anguish tore through her body, and she focused all her rage on the little round orb in her claws — the orb that had caused all this trouble in the first place.

Iara’s back arched, and her voice rang out in a crescendo of suffering. Ayo’s voice rang out too: a pure soprano note that echoed through the heavens.

And then—

With one last cry, Iara gave a final push, and from between her legs emerged the world — a planet full of life and color. She gave birth to oceans and forests, to wind and fire, and to all of nature’s living creatures.

And with one last squeeze, Ayo’s testicle cracked, and from between Iara's claws burst forth a million billion points of light — a million billion unborn children, scattered across the sky. Ayo’s sperm exploded outwards and became the stars, sending the seeds of life into the furthest reaches of the galaxy.

Iara gave a great sigh of relief. Ayo gave a quiet squeak of agony. With their birthing completed, the new parents both fell into a deep, deep sleep.

And that is how the universe was created.

—

“…at least, that’s how the beastkin tell the story.” The goddess finished her tale and looked up at her companions. “They call it 'The Big Burst' — the moment the universe began.”

“Lol. Well THAT sure seems inaccurate,” Lyn giggled. The ruby-colored Goddess of Pleasure was sitting cross-legged on the ground, her chin propped in one hand and her elbow braced against her bare thigh. “The story doesn’t even MENTION the rest of us!”

The dragon gods and goddesses were all seated in a circle, talking and sharing news of the world below. There were Ayo and Iara, of course, but also several others: Azra, the Goddess of Destruction, and Pax, the God of Healing. Xonos, God of Stamina, was trying to pay attention to the conversation, but he was clearly distracted by Lyn, who had been absently stroking his thick member for the duration of the story. The blue dragon bit his lip, unable to look away from the fingers curled around his cock.

Iara nodded. “I know. I think they simplified the story to make it more of a parable. And it is a nice parable, right? Two lovers making great sacrifices?”

“Well yeah, except Ayo still has three nuts,” pointed out Azra, jabbing a claw towards the male’s sac.

Ayo carefully scooted away, keeping his gonads out of the female’s reach. “I USED to have four,” he grumbled, rubbing his balls ruefully.

“Don’t complain, hon, or I might take another one,” Iara mock-threatened, elbowing him gently in the side.

Ayo elbowed her back, but he was smiling. “Yes dear,” he replied, rolling his eyes.

“Oh, oh,” Lyn added, blissfully unaware as Xonos twitched and shuddered beside her, “you know, the dragon tribes in the north still practice something like this during their mating ceremony! The female pops one of her partner’s balls as a test of his dedication.”

“Sounds like my kind of dragons,” grinned Azra. She pounded her right fist into her left palm with a fleshy SMACK.

“I think it’s kind of romantic,” Lyn continued. “Like you said, Iara: lovers making sacrifices for each other.”

Iara leaned her head against Ayo’s shoulder. “Mm. It certainly brought us closer.”

“Agreed.” Ayo smiled and nuzzled his partner. “I mean, we both needed a WHILE to recover, but once we were feeling better…mmph, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other.”

Azra’s eyes flicked to Pax’s groin, and to the two heavy spheres that filled his sac — two spheres that she had ground to dust just a few hours ago, now freshly repaired from their obliteration. There were advantages to hooking up with the God of Healing. “Nnnnn. Yeah.” The Goddess of Destruction drummed her claws against the ground impatiently. “Speaking of which, I, uh, I just remembered this thing I have to go finish. Pax, would you…?”

The green-scaled God of Healing gave her a knowing smile, rising to his feet. “Of course.”

Lyn nodded. “I guess I should get going too.” She withdrew her hand from Xonos’s lap, yawning and raising her arms to stretch.

Xonos gave an audible whimper as Lyn’s fingers slipped away from his erection, leaving his cock throbbing in the open air. The male was blue-scaled to begin with, so it was hard to tell, but it seemed like his testicles might have taken on an even deeper shade of blue from the Goddess of Pleasure’s administrations. He watched her stretch for a moment, his eyes falling to her bare breasts.

“Y-…yeah,” Xonos stammered after another long moment, tearing his eyes away. “…Yeah. Right. Stuff to do. Right.”

Iara couldn’t help but grin a bit as she glanced at the blue dragon’s groin, but she said nothing. That was a pretty typical situation for Lyn and Xonos. “Well, thank you all for coming! This was fun — we should tell fables again some time.”

“Definitely.”

“Yes please!”

“Y-yeah.”

And so the gods went their separate ways until their next meeting.