“Well folks, it’s been a hard-fought battle of the sexes here this afternoon – but unless someone on the female side can find an opening in the final minute of stoppage time, it looks like the men’s team is destined for victory today!”

Marin panted heavily, his eyes darting back and forth as he scanned the offense for threats. The red dragon was tired, and sweat covered every inch of his naked body. The ladies had been pressing the attack HARD for the past 15 minutes, and only a few miracle saves from their keeper D’pak had kept the males clinging to a 1-0 lead. As sweeper, Marin had done his best to play a strong defense, cutting off passes and clearing the ball upfield. He was definitely exhausted at this point – as evidenced by a messy slide tackle in the 80th minute, which had earned him a yellow card and a warning from the referee.

Unfortunately, the red dragonesses on the opposing team seemed to have infinite energy – especially Alysa. The star female striker was incredibly talented, incredibly beautiful, and INCREDIBLY fit. When not practicing her footie skills or working out, she ran marathons “for fun”. Alysa clearly spent hours making sure that her long red legs were as powerful as possible…as many of the males around town could tell you from painful experience. Famously, she had once scored a game-winning goal that tore a literal hole in the back of the net from the strength of her kick. Equally famously, she had “retired” from casual testicle-kicking after accidentally rupturing a nut on three separate occasions within a single week. (All three balls had been saved, thankfully, but since then the dragoness had chosen to restrict her friendly social greetings to just slaps and squeezes.)

Her skills and conditioning made Alysa a terrifying opponent. For the past 15 minutes, she had been running circles around the male defense. Her last shot had ratted off the crossbar with a CRACK so loud that it sounded like a gunshot. She hadn’t managed to slip one past the keeper just yet, but when Alysa had her feet on the ball, no team was safe.

“Dirali taps it off to Harra...Harra to Devay...oh, and Devay sends a BEAUTIFUL cross up into the box! Alysa is sprinting onto the ball—!”

And sure enough, here she came again. Alysa thundered towards the net, with a clear shot on goal sitting right in front of her. The ball was just a few steps away, and the female rushed towards it with a confident gleam in her eye, her bare breasts bouncing with each step. Her long leg folded back behind her, her powerful thigh muscles bulging to prepare for a shot that might break the sound barrier.

But Marin was only a few steps away too. The exhausted sweeper dashed to his right, trying to intercept the star before she could blow another hole in the back of the net. He considered making a slide tackle to break up the play, but it seemed too risky – too likely to draw a second yellow card and reward Alysa with a penalty kick. Instead he lunged out with his right foot, poking the football aside just as her leg shot forward with the velocity of a jet-propelled sledgehammer.

Marin realized his error far too late to avoid it – but early enough to watch the whole catastrophe happen in slow-motion. Having lunged forward to knock the ball away, he was now well off-balance with his legs spread wide open...in almost exactly the same spot where the soccer ball had been sitting a moment ago. As a result, Alysa’s ball-blasting kick had a new target. Without a football left to strike, her foot instead rose up between Marin’s spread legs, like a missile aimed directly at the crux of his thighs—

THUD.

If there was one thing that Alysa excelled at more than any other dragoness on earth, it was kicking balls. Her kick lifted Marin back upright, and then up into his tiptoes, and then off the ground entirely. For a moment, the male marveled at his sudden weightlessness — and then the pain hit.

Agony. AGONY. A. G. O. N. Y. A nuclear blast of nausea tore through his abdomen, raw and hot and wet. Sure, Marin had been hit in the nuts thousands of times, just like any other red dragon guy — but never with such brutal precision and such overwhelming force. The male was suddenly acutely aware of every single pain receptor in his gonads, because every single one screamed out in unison like an announcer celebrating a goal. For a split second, his plump testicles tried to resist and maintain their normal, healthy shape – but when it became clear that the two available options were (1) to flatten like pancakes or (2) to pop like grapes, his body wisely chose the former. His balls were crushed paper-thin against the hard bone of his pelvis, their contents rearranged into two bulging bubbles that squirmed against the outer edge of Alysa’s bare foot. For one long second, Marin hung in the air, his genetic material completely rearranged in a single thunderous punt.

And then a second later, it was over – for Alysa, at least. Blinking in surprise, the dragoness lowered her leg and pivoted to the side, chasing down the ball that had been poked a few feet away. She struck hard with her left foot, rocketing a shot past the dumbstruck goalkeeper into the upper-left corner of the net.

“GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOALLLLLLLLLLL!!! What a dramatic equalizer from Alysa!”

The stands erupted in celebration – but Marin couldn’t hear. Slowly the male crumpled onto the pitch, too overwhelmed to even wrap his hands around whatever was left of his shattered ballbag. He flopped about on the pitch like a fish out of water, seemingly torn between curling into the fetal position and writhing in all directions at once.

It was one thing to be kicked in the nuts – as a red dragon, Marin experienced that every single day – but it was another thing entirely to have your balls kicked in by someone whose entire career was focused on kicking balls as hard and as accurately as possible. Even with his eyes clenched shut, Marin could still see Alysa’s foot buried in his nutsac, like an image burned onto his retinas from staring at the sun too long.

“...My NUTS,” he mewled deliriously, his voice cracking into the soprano.

The referee blew her whistle, walking towards the fallen defender.

Alysa had started celebrating her goal with her teammates, but she turned at the sound of the whistle, her face falling. “Wh-what? But ref, that was a clean goal — I was totally onside!”

The ref shook her head. “Oh don’t worry ma’am – your goal still stands. It’s THIS guy that’s in trouble.”

“Me?” Marin squeaked incredulously. His tail twitched violently as another jolt of nutpain ran through him, forcing him to bend double with a wounded groan. He could feel his scrambled genetic material starting to slowly push back into the deflated portions of each of his testicles. It was excruciating.

“Yes you,” scolded the ref. She squatted down beside him, watching him skeptically. “You know, you already have a yellow card – you should know better than to flop and fake an injury.”

“Wh-what?!?”

“I mean, it’s just a kick in the balls, right? You’re a dragon — you probably get kicked in the nuts by a random dragoness at LEAST once a day, so don’t act like you’ve never taken a hit in the nuts before. There’s no way one kick in the groin would floor you THAT hard.” The ref looked back over her shoulder at Alysa. “Footballers. Always hamming it up for the penalties, am I right?”

Alysa chuckled, folding her arms across her tits. “Guilty as charged.”

The pain ricocheting around in his gut was so overwhelming that Marin could barely put together a thought. “B-...but—“ he began to protest.

“No buts!” the ref replied. “Now get back on your feet.”

“B-but—“

“Now! Unless you want me to award Alysa a penalty kick, too.”

Marin was still struggling to process anything over the thousands of alarm bells going off in his groin, but the words “Alysa” and “kick” managed to cut through the fog. “Okay, okay!” he wheezed. Shakily he began climbing to his feet, yelping as his still-half-crushed testicles bounced about between his legs. He happened to glance over at Alysa’s legs, and almost fell over again as his thighs instinctively clamped together — squashing his poor stones yet again in the process.

Alysa extended a hand, smiling. “Let me help you up.”

“What a lovely show of sportsmanship from Alysa here...ah, and there’s the whistle to signal the end of the half! It looks like we’ll be going into an extra period to settle this one. What an exciting game! Stay tuned, folks – we’ll have plenty more ball-kicking right after this commercial break.”