How to Bust a Dragon's Balls (Part 4)
A/N: Some visuals for you all. [https://www.deviantart.com/sleepingeel/art/How-to-Train-Your-Anthro-Dragon-461911713](https://www.deviantart.com/sleepingeel/art/How-to-Train-Your-Anthro-Dragon-461911713) is the main crew. I couldn't find any good Terrible Terror art, but this was a good plan B [https://e621.net/posts?tags=sorc+kobold++order%3Ascore+](https://e621.net/posts?tags=sorc+kobold++order%3Ascore+)
Hopefully that helps. Anyway, this is a long one, so hope you like some reading. If not, just scroll to where you can see bold text, since that's where the busting starts.
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Toothless sat down as gently as he could on the stone chair, wincing as his battered testicles flopped against the cool rock, though the thin blanket of bioluminescent moss covering the seat did help somewhat. It'd only been a few hours or so since Luna had been busting his nuts, so they were still a fair bit tender.
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"What can I get for you today, my Alpha? Are you alone today, or are you expecting company?" Came a sudden inquiry from his right. Glancing up, Toothless was greeted with the sight of a green-scaled Terrible Terror standing a few feet away, a stone tablet in one hand. No doubt, she was one of the many female Terror's working here, at the Topless Terror (fairly apt name), a sort of upperclass brothel, owned and operated exclusively by female Terrible Terrors. Toothless and Luna were fairly regular patrons, stopping by every couple of months or so for some fun and good times.
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"Well, I'm meeting up with some friends of mine, but they'll be here in a few." The Night Fury replied, glancing down at the waitress. Terrible Terrors were short, so even sitting down, Toothless had to look down slightly in order to meet her gaze. "In the mean times, I'll take a round of drinks and the Red Death's Feast."
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She nodded swiftly, etching his order into the stone tablet with a claw. "Very good, your majesty. Will you be requesting any \*special\* orders today?"
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He nodded, grinning slyly. "Yeah. I'll take 5 orders of the Broken Eggs special, one for each of us."
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The Terror perked up slightly, a ghost of a grin appearing on her face. "It would be our pleasure, your majesty." Putting the tablet under her armpit, she gave him a bow. "We will be back soon with the food and drinks." With that, she turned and walked away, a slight pep in her step.
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Toothless let out a chuckle. It didn't take a genius to figure out what the 'Broken Eggs' special was all about. Honestly though, he was surprised. It had been a month since the New Seasons Festival, and the support for ballbusting was still going strong. The fact that the Topless Terror actually offered a service dedicated to it was more than a little bit shocking.
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He'd never tried the Broken Eggs special before. He'd been looking for a good time to do it, and when his friend Stormfly, the Deathly Nadder that had once been in the care of the viking Astrid, had invited him to a meetup at the Topless Terror, well, he knew a good opportunity when he saw one.
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He had to admit, he was looking forward to meeting up with them all again. They'd been close back when they'd lived on Berk, but after moving to the Hidden World, and with Toothless and Luna very much swamped with having to lead hundreds, no, thousands of dragons? Time...simply seemed to slip on by.
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Hell, he could probably count on both claws how many times they'd met up in the 2 years since they'd left Berk.
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"Hey, Toothless!"
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Jerking slightly, the Night Fury turned his head to see his friends as they finally arrived.
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At the front of the group was Stormfly, who was, in his honest opinion, quite beautiful. She was tall and lean, with just the right amount of fat in all the right places, from her hips that could make a married dragon's mouth water (he was speaking from experience) to her b-cup breasts that jiggled in just the right way when she walked.
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Truthfully, Toothless had once considered courting her, way back when, but alas, fate clearly had other plans. Still, even though he was happily married to the most beautiful dragoness in the world, he still took a moment to properly appreciate Stormfly's form.
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Just behind the Deadly Nadder was Meatlug, a large, round-ish Gronckle and Hookfang, a lanky but muscular Monstrous Nightmare. Back on Berk, they had been ridden by the Vikings Fishlegs and Snotlout, respectively.
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Meatlug had always been what some would call a 'big girl.' She was tall, but also on the rounder side of things, which her husband, a Shovelhelm named Dever, thoroughly enjoyed, stating often that 'it meant there was just more to love.' Honestly, Toothless thought the pair were perfect for each other.
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Hookfang seemed to be in good health, which no doubt was helped by his position as a Head Hunter, one of the 7 dragons in charge of hunting dragons. This, along with his ladies-drake demeanour, meant that every time the group met up, at least one or two dragoness' (and the occasional dragon) would ask him over for a drink or ask if he wanted to go out.
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Briefly, Toothless wondered if Hookfang was even in a relationship at the moment, or if his love life consisted of many one-night-stands.
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Lastly, bringing up the rear was Barf and Belch, the Zippleback that had once been ridden by the twins, Ruffnut and Tuffnut. The pair were almost always arguing with one another, but for one reason or another, they were relatively quiet tonight. If it weren't for the silent, annoyed lashing of their two-pronged tail, he'd have thought them imposters.
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"Hey guys!" Toothless called out, waving them over to his table. The four dragons sat down around the roundish table, each giving their greetings to the Alpha as they did so. "How are you guys doing? Anything interesting happen recently?"
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At this, the group let out a collective chuckle before Hookfang spoke up.
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“I assume you mean beside yours and Luna’s rather unexpected performance at the New Seasons Festival?”
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“Well yeah, besides that. Luna and I kinda assumed some things changed for a lot of dragons after that.”
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“No kidding.” Hookfang muttered, shaking his head with a lopsided grin. “This Timberjack girl I’m with, Teila, apparently loves busting balls, she just didn’t ever do it because she thought it was ‘taboo’ or ‘wrong’ or something. Ever since the Festival, she’s been busting my balls every chance she gets.”
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“Ayyy, welcome to the club.” The Night Fury congratulated, holding up a claw for a high five, which Hookfang returned.
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“Right, Luna’s probably been busting your nuts since you guys got together, right?” Stormfly inquired, one eyebrow raised.
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“Eh, close enough.” Toothless replied, shrugging. “We’d been together for a few months before I finally brought it up. Luckily, while she’d never done it before, she was curious to try it. One thing led to another and here we are.”
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“Lucky indeed.” Meatlug agreed, nodding her head before her snout twitched. She audibly sniffed for a moment before letting out an excited sigh. “Oh, is that the Red Death feast I smell?”
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Toothless couldn’t help but chuckle. Meatlug’s sense of smell wasn’t particularly keen, unless of course food was involved, then she was a better tracker then a Snifflehide.
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He turned to see the same Terrible Terror who’d taken his order bringing over a massive platter of steaming hot food in one claw, with a plate of drinks in the other. Briefly, he marveled at her rather impressive balance before the hotter dragon spoke.
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“My Alpha? Your food is ready.” Her voice was strained slightly, clearly not entirely used to carrying so much. He quickly reached over and grabbed the platter of food while Barf and Belch grabbed the drinks.
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“Thank you, miss…?” Toothless trailed off, prompting the Terror to give her name.
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“Oh! My name is Tina, your majesty.” The green-scaled Terrible Terror replied, bowing low, which just so happened to emphasize her rather sizable breasts. After standing back up straight, she asked in a cheery voice, “Also, before I forget, your entertainment will be ready in a few minutes.”
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“Thank you, Tina. That uh, that’ll be all.”
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She bowed once again and swiftly walked off. Meanwhile, all of Toothless’ friends were giving him a curious look, except for Meatlug who was already digging in.
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“Entertainment?” Stormfly asked, grabbing a leg of meat in one hand.
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“Yeah, did you get something for yourself and leave us all out to dry?” Belch snarked, with no real heat in his tone. Barf probably would’ve spoken if he wasn’t busy shoving oysters down his throat.
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“Of course not, what kind of friend would I be if I did that?” Toothless replied, grinning. “I ordered a service for all of us.”
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“Which one?” Hookfang asked, sounding just a hint wary.
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“Oh, it’s one of the more recently added ones. Called the Broken Eggs Special.”
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The Monstrous Nightmare let out a sigh, smiling as he facepalmed. “Fucking knew it.”
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“Whaif, whash sha Broken Eggsh Speshal?” Barf asked between bites of food.
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“Don’t open your mouth when your eating ya fucking imbecile.” Belch immediately reprimanded.
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“It’s the ballbusting one, isn’t it?” Stormfly inquired. “I heard they included a new service here after the New Seasons Festival. There’s no way it doesn’t involve ballbusting at all.”
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“You’re right.” The Night Fury nodded, smirking. “I’ve been meaning to try it, and when Stormfly sent me the invitation to come here and hang out with you all, well, I’d be a fool to pass up such an opportunity." At this, he leaned back, holding up a clawed hand placatingly. "Of course, if you’d rather not, just let me know. I understand that it’s not for everyone, and I don’t want you to do something you don’t want to do.” As he finished speaking, he looked at his friends, waiting for their replies.
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Stormfly thought for a moment before shrugging. “Ah, what the hell, why not? I’ll do it, since you’re so graciously paying for it.”
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Meatlug, still eating to her hearts content, nodded. “Of course! Dever always tells me I need to try new things.”
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Hookfang let out a sigh. “Ah, may as well. Who knows, should help build up my tolerance some more.”
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Barf and Belch glared at each other, almost like they were each daring the other to pussy out. Eventually, they nodded at each other before looking at Toothless. “We’ll do it.”
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The Night Fury gave them all a grin. "Awesome."
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"My Alpha?"
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Toothless and Co. looked over to see the same Terrible Terror from before standing nearby, now followed closely by 5 other female Terrible Terrors, all ranging widely from height to scale-color to bust size.
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'Showtime.' The Night Fury thought before answering. "Yes? I assume the entertainment is ready."
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"Indeed. These five will be the ones entertaining you all tonight." She replied, stepping aside and gesturing to the five Terrors behind her. "Ladies, if you would."
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The first Terror stepped forth, standing rather tall (relatively), with a coat of pale, white scales and a generous c-cup bust. She bowed. "I am Iramet. It is my pleasure to serve you."
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The next stepped up beside her, this dragoness slightly shorter than the last, with a coat of cyan blue scales and b-cup breasts. She bowed as well. "I am Endr. It is my pleasure to serve you."
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The others followed, one after the other, stepping forward and introducing themselves as Des, Iroon and Mizin. After that, the waitress Terror (come to think of it, she'd never given her name) told the ladies to 'get in positions,' which involved each of them crawling under the table and kneeling down in front of one of the dragons at the table.
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Toothless scooted his chair back slightly, spreading his legs as Iramet, the white-scaled Terror, situated herself directly in front of his crotch, eyeing his sizable cock and balls hungrily. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the others shuffling back in their chairs as well, all with varying degrees of nervousness displayed on their faces.
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The waitress cleared her throat. "Ladies, are you all in position?"
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One by one, they sounded off, Iramet gently gripping the base of his cock as she did so, causing him to tense up slightly.
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"Very well." The waitress Terror continued. "Then you may begin in 3..."
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All around, Toothless' friends visibly tensed up. Iramet met his gaze and gave a cheeky grin. All Toothless could do was gulp in anticipation.
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"2..."
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The white dragoness' grip shifted from his cock to his ballsack, gripping the top of it, which forced his twin testicles to the very bottom of this sack.
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"1..."
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She reared her other claw back, fist clenched tightly. The Night Fury fought to settle his nerves.
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"...begin."
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Iramet’s fist thumped into his ballsack with the hearty smack of flesh-on-flesh, causing him to flinch as he let out a throaty groan. All around the table, similar fleshy slaps and smacks rang out and Toothless was vaguely aware of his friends all flinching and curling inwards slightly as they let out groans and moans of their own.
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Thwhack!
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The Night Fury let out another groan as the dragoness sitting between his legs slammed another punch into his dragon-makers. His cock, left needy and untouched after Luna had thoroughly busted his nuts earlier, was already starting to get hard, a spot of precum dotting the head.
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Iramet stared at his length with a raised eyebrow for a moment before her gaze lifted to meet his.
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“Already, my Alpha?” She asked, before slamming another punch into his throbbing testicles.
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“Guh!” The Night Fury groaned, panting for a moment before answering. “Luna, kinda gave me some ‘love’ before I came here.” He eventually replied, wincing as he thought back to the dozens of kicks, knees and squeezes his balls had taken just an hour or so before. “Said something about ‘helping the girls out.’”
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“Well…” Iramet said as she hammered another punch into his aching jewels. “Please tell her majesty that I appreciate it.”
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“Hrg!” The Night Fury grunted before shakily nodding. “Will do. Though-“
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Whump!
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“Ah!” He couldn’t help but yelp as his balls were flattened beneath the Terror's knuckles once again, sending a fresh wave of pain shooting through his body. He sat up straight, tail and toes both curling as he tried his best to ride out the agony emanating from his bruised ballsack.
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“Sorry, you were saying, my Alpha?” The white-scaled Terror murmured, giving his swollen pair a firm squeeze with her free hand.
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“I…I was saying that L-Luna will probably see from how f-funny I’m walking just how much you appreciate it.” He stuttered slightly, trying to get back the breath he’d had knocked from his lungs.
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At this, Iramet ducked her head, smiling to herself while simultaneously slamming another punch into the Fury's aching dragon-makers. "I appreciate your kind words, my Alpha. Now, relax and sit back." The Terrible Terror gently grabbed his balls with both clawed hands, one testicle for each hand, and began to slowly squee\~ze his twin dragon-makers. She met his gaze and gave him a enthusiastic grin. "Rest assured, your balls are in good hands\~."
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The Night Fury gulped.
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Things escalated fairly quickly from there.
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After maybe 5 more minutes of Toothless getting his aching gonads punched and squeezed, Iramet had haphazardly scooted him toward the edge of his seat, leaving his bruised ballbag to dangle defenselessly between his spread legs, right in front of the Terrible Terror.
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Iramet quickly took advantage of this by going at his nuts like a boxer went at a speedbag, hammering blows into his defenseless dragon-makers like there was no tomorrow. This method of busting was actually more efficient, since each time she slammed a punch into his berries, his ballbag would swing back into the edge of the chair, effectively busting him twice per hit. Luna would've been proud, if she'd been there to see it.
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In an effort to at least somewhat take his mind off the agony in his groin and help make sure his quivering legs didn't collapse, Toothless instead looked around the table, to see how the others were faring.
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Stormfly, surprisingly enough, seemed to be holding her own rather well, hunched over as she stared almost lustfully at the Terror who was servicing her. Said Terrible Terror, a lime-green scaled girl named Des, was laying on her back, using her feet to kick the Deadly Nadder, who's body jerked and flinched with each blow to her nethers.
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Hookfang, Barf and Belch all seemed to be in the same boat. Both dragons were leaned back in their seats, tongues lolling out of their mouths. Faintly, Toothless could pick a near-silent \*shlick, shlick, shlick\* accompanying the fleshy smacks and slaps. A quick peep under the table confirmed his suspicions. The Monstrous Nightmare and Zippleback were getting a little extra love in the way of handjobs, no doubt to help ease the pain in their gonads as the Terrors pulled double duty, stroking their cocks with one hand and slapping/punching their balls with the other.
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Lastly, Meatlug, appeared to be reaching the end of her rope. She was resting down on the table, her generous tits cushioning her chin. The only movement he saw was the occasional wince and jerk of her hips as her pussy received its due, accompanied only by faint moans and whimpers from the large Gronckle.
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"Y-you guys-" He winced as his balls were sent swinging after a hard punch from Iramet. "-are d-doing gr-great. Much-"
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Thump!
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Like a hammer, the smaller dragon's fist crashed into his nuts, squashing them flat against the hard, unforgiving stone of his seat. She was really going at his balls.
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"Gah, f-fuck, my nuts." He muttered before continuing. "Much b-better than I f-figured you would."
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From across the table, Hookfang gave a cocky/pained grin. "O-oh yeah? Well, d-don't get too c-comfortable." He flinched and let out a hiss of pain as his nuts took another harsh blow. "I-I'm might outlast you." It seemed even despite the pain no doubt racking his body, he couldn't pass up an opportunity to show off a little.
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Toothless gave his own agonized grin, ignoring the aching, all-encompassing pain emanating from his thoroughly battered and bruised dragon-makers. Even as he was speaking, Iramet was kneading and squeezing them in her claws.
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"Not a c-chance, fl-flame boy."
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Hookfang snorted, a small shot of fire leaving his nostrils.
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"You're on!"
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In the end, Toothless won. Of course he did. Luna had been busting his balls for the better part of two years. He'd learned how to last.
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It took another 10 minutes or so, but in the end, everyone else dropped out before him. Stormfly was near-passed out in her seat, one of the Terrors licking her cunt as a sort of 'aftercare.' Hookfang, Bark and Belch were dozing softly in their seats, balls black and blue and cum staining their chests. Turns out handjobs mixed with ballbusting made for some great cumshots, something Toothless had experienced plenty of times, just from his own cock and balls. Meatlug, weirdly enough, was the only one of his friends still awake. She too had a Terror giving her beaten cunt some 'aftercare,' but she was also chowing down on whatever food was left on the table.
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"No reason to leave good food." She'd said.
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As for Toothless? Well...
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Squelch...
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He groaned, glancing down once again at Iramet. The white-scaled Terror was sitting in his lap, more specifically, directly on top of his balls. His cock was sandwiched firmly between her ass cheeks, throbbing almost painfully with need, near-drenched in precum. She'd been sitting on his tortured nutsack for a good minute or two now, bouncing up and down to further flatten his nuts into pancakes.
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Naturally, she didn't weigh as much as Luna, what with being like half her size, but that fact didn't mean much when his agonized gonads were trapped beneath her full and supple rear.
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"Iramet?" He squeaked. "You can g-get off now, y-you know?"
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The Terror shook her head before jumping up slightly and slamming her rear down on his balls, eliciting a pained squeak from the Fury.
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"No can do, my Alpha. Rules state that the service ends when the time expires, which it will in 15 minutes, or the one being serviced cums." She gave his cock a gentle squeeze while simultaneously twisting her ass, further squishing his flattened eggs. "Which you have not. Not to worry though, my Alpha. Lady Luna has already informed us that you cannot cum without your balls being busted and has taught us what to do in an emergency."
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He blinked. "Wait, Luna did wha-?"
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Suddenly, like a hammer (a large, plush but firm hammer), Iramet's ass came thundering down once again, squishing his balls flat for what felt like the hundredth time. However, instead of pausing like normal, Iramet continued bouncing, up and down, up and down. This had the dual effect of sending strong spikes of agony through Toothless' body due to his balls being crushed beneath the dragoness' ass so many times so quickly while also pleasuring his cock which was, again, nestled firmly between the Terror's ass cheeks.
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Within moments, the Night Fury's mind was overloaded, pain and pleasure racking him simultaneously to the point he could speak, he couldn't think he couldn't anything. All he could do was feel the churning in his busted balls as they prepared what felt like his biggest cumshot ever.
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Iramet's ass came crashing down once last time.
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\*Sp-\*
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\*Sp-\*
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\*SPLUUURT!!!!!!!!!\*
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Like an absolute geyser he came. He came so hard and so much, the food scraps and dirty dishes still littering the table were covered by his spunk.
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"Hey!" Meatlug grumbled, but she was ignored.
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Iramet got the worst of it though, parked on his ballsack as she was. If her scales hadn't already been white, then no dragon would've been able to tell afterwards. She was drenched, head to tail, in his spunk.
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His vision was darkening, his overloaded mine slowly beginning to finally shut down, but he was somewhat aware of the Terror scooting off his chair and gently giving his balls a kiss.
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"My thanks, my Alpha."
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And then he knew no more.
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When he awoke, he was at home, his head in Luna's lap and his balls resting on a frozen rock.
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"Have fun?" Luna quietly asked, smirking down at him as she likely already knew the answer.
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He stretched slightly, being careful not to move too much before giving her happy smile.
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"Hell yes."
Hopefully that helps. Anyway, this is a long one, so hope you like some reading. If not, just scroll to where you can see bold text, since that's where the busting starts.
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Toothless sat down as gently as he could on the stone chair, wincing as his battered testicles flopped against the cool rock, though the thin blanket of bioluminescent moss covering the seat did help somewhat. It'd only been a few hours or so since Luna had been busting his nuts, so they were still a fair bit tender.
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"What can I get for you today, my Alpha? Are you alone today, or are you expecting company?" Came a sudden inquiry from his right. Glancing up, Toothless was greeted with the sight of a green-scaled Terrible Terror standing a few feet away, a stone tablet in one hand. No doubt, she was one of the many female Terror's working here, at the Topless Terror (fairly apt name), a sort of upperclass brothel, owned and operated exclusively by female Terrible Terrors. Toothless and Luna were fairly regular patrons, stopping by every couple of months or so for some fun and good times.
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"Well, I'm meeting up with some friends of mine, but they'll be here in a few." The Night Fury replied, glancing down at the waitress. Terrible Terrors were short, so even sitting down, Toothless had to look down slightly in order to meet her gaze. "In the mean times, I'll take a round of drinks and the Red Death's Feast."
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She nodded swiftly, etching his order into the stone tablet with a claw. "Very good, your majesty. Will you be requesting any \*special\* orders today?"
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He nodded, grinning slyly. "Yeah. I'll take 5 orders of the Broken Eggs special, one for each of us."
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The Terror perked up slightly, a ghost of a grin appearing on her face. "It would be our pleasure, your majesty." Putting the tablet under her armpit, she gave him a bow. "We will be back soon with the food and drinks." With that, she turned and walked away, a slight pep in her step.
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Toothless let out a chuckle. It didn't take a genius to figure out what the 'Broken Eggs' special was all about. Honestly though, he was surprised. It had been a month since the New Seasons Festival, and the support for ballbusting was still going strong. The fact that the Topless Terror actually offered a service dedicated to it was more than a little bit shocking.
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He'd never tried the Broken Eggs special before. He'd been looking for a good time to do it, and when his friend Stormfly, the Deathly Nadder that had once been in the care of the viking Astrid, had invited him to a meetup at the Topless Terror, well, he knew a good opportunity when he saw one.
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He had to admit, he was looking forward to meeting up with them all again. They'd been close back when they'd lived on Berk, but after moving to the Hidden World, and with Toothless and Luna very much swamped with having to lead hundreds, no, thousands of dragons? Time...simply seemed to slip on by.
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Hell, he could probably count on both claws how many times they'd met up in the 2 years since they'd left Berk.
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"Hey, Toothless!"
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Jerking slightly, the Night Fury turned his head to see his friends as they finally arrived.
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At the front of the group was Stormfly, who was, in his honest opinion, quite beautiful. She was tall and lean, with just the right amount of fat in all the right places, from her hips that could make a married dragon's mouth water (he was speaking from experience) to her b-cup breasts that jiggled in just the right way when she walked.
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Truthfully, Toothless had once considered courting her, way back when, but alas, fate clearly had other plans. Still, even though he was happily married to the most beautiful dragoness in the world, he still took a moment to properly appreciate Stormfly's form.
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Just behind the Deadly Nadder was Meatlug, a large, round-ish Gronckle and Hookfang, a lanky but muscular Monstrous Nightmare. Back on Berk, they had been ridden by the Vikings Fishlegs and Snotlout, respectively.
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Meatlug had always been what some would call a 'big girl.' She was tall, but also on the rounder side of things, which her husband, a Shovelhelm named Dever, thoroughly enjoyed, stating often that 'it meant there was just more to love.' Honestly, Toothless thought the pair were perfect for each other.
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Hookfang seemed to be in good health, which no doubt was helped by his position as a Head Hunter, one of the 7 dragons in charge of hunting dragons. This, along with his ladies-drake demeanour, meant that every time the group met up, at least one or two dragoness' (and the occasional dragon) would ask him over for a drink or ask if he wanted to go out.
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Briefly, Toothless wondered if Hookfang was even in a relationship at the moment, or if his love life consisted of many one-night-stands.
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Lastly, bringing up the rear was Barf and Belch, the Zippleback that had once been ridden by the twins, Ruffnut and Tuffnut. The pair were almost always arguing with one another, but for one reason or another, they were relatively quiet tonight. If it weren't for the silent, annoyed lashing of their two-pronged tail, he'd have thought them imposters.
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"Hey guys!" Toothless called out, waving them over to his table. The four dragons sat down around the roundish table, each giving their greetings to the Alpha as they did so. "How are you guys doing? Anything interesting happen recently?"
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At this, the group let out a collective chuckle before Hookfang spoke up.
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“I assume you mean beside yours and Luna’s rather unexpected performance at the New Seasons Festival?”
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“Well yeah, besides that. Luna and I kinda assumed some things changed for a lot of dragons after that.”
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“No kidding.” Hookfang muttered, shaking his head with a lopsided grin. “This Timberjack girl I’m with, Teila, apparently loves busting balls, she just didn’t ever do it because she thought it was ‘taboo’ or ‘wrong’ or something. Ever since the Festival, she’s been busting my balls every chance she gets.”
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“Ayyy, welcome to the club.” The Night Fury congratulated, holding up a claw for a high five, which Hookfang returned.
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“Right, Luna’s probably been busting your nuts since you guys got together, right?” Stormfly inquired, one eyebrow raised.
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“Eh, close enough.” Toothless replied, shrugging. “We’d been together for a few months before I finally brought it up. Luckily, while she’d never done it before, she was curious to try it. One thing led to another and here we are.”
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“Lucky indeed.” Meatlug agreed, nodding her head before her snout twitched. She audibly sniffed for a moment before letting out an excited sigh. “Oh, is that the Red Death feast I smell?”
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Toothless couldn’t help but chuckle. Meatlug’s sense of smell wasn’t particularly keen, unless of course food was involved, then she was a better tracker then a Snifflehide.
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He turned to see the same Terrible Terror who’d taken his order bringing over a massive platter of steaming hot food in one claw, with a plate of drinks in the other. Briefly, he marveled at her rather impressive balance before the hotter dragon spoke.
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“My Alpha? Your food is ready.” Her voice was strained slightly, clearly not entirely used to carrying so much. He quickly reached over and grabbed the platter of food while Barf and Belch grabbed the drinks.
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“Thank you, miss…?” Toothless trailed off, prompting the Terror to give her name.
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“Oh! My name is Tina, your majesty.” The green-scaled Terrible Terror replied, bowing low, which just so happened to emphasize her rather sizable breasts. After standing back up straight, she asked in a cheery voice, “Also, before I forget, your entertainment will be ready in a few minutes.”
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“Thank you, Tina. That uh, that’ll be all.”
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She bowed once again and swiftly walked off. Meanwhile, all of Toothless’ friends were giving him a curious look, except for Meatlug who was already digging in.
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“Entertainment?” Stormfly asked, grabbing a leg of meat in one hand.
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“Yeah, did you get something for yourself and leave us all out to dry?” Belch snarked, with no real heat in his tone. Barf probably would’ve spoken if he wasn’t busy shoving oysters down his throat.
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“Of course not, what kind of friend would I be if I did that?” Toothless replied, grinning. “I ordered a service for all of us.”
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“Which one?” Hookfang asked, sounding just a hint wary.
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“Oh, it’s one of the more recently added ones. Called the Broken Eggs Special.”
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The Monstrous Nightmare let out a sigh, smiling as he facepalmed. “Fucking knew it.”
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“Whaif, whash sha Broken Eggsh Speshal?” Barf asked between bites of food.
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“Don’t open your mouth when your eating ya fucking imbecile.” Belch immediately reprimanded.
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“It’s the ballbusting one, isn’t it?” Stormfly inquired. “I heard they included a new service here after the New Seasons Festival. There’s no way it doesn’t involve ballbusting at all.”
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“You’re right.” The Night Fury nodded, smirking. “I’ve been meaning to try it, and when Stormfly sent me the invitation to come here and hang out with you all, well, I’d be a fool to pass up such an opportunity." At this, he leaned back, holding up a clawed hand placatingly. "Of course, if you’d rather not, just let me know. I understand that it’s not for everyone, and I don’t want you to do something you don’t want to do.” As he finished speaking, he looked at his friends, waiting for their replies.
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Stormfly thought for a moment before shrugging. “Ah, what the hell, why not? I’ll do it, since you’re so graciously paying for it.”
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Meatlug, still eating to her hearts content, nodded. “Of course! Dever always tells me I need to try new things.”
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Hookfang let out a sigh. “Ah, may as well. Who knows, should help build up my tolerance some more.”
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Barf and Belch glared at each other, almost like they were each daring the other to pussy out. Eventually, they nodded at each other before looking at Toothless. “We’ll do it.”
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The Night Fury gave them all a grin. "Awesome."
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"My Alpha?"
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Toothless and Co. looked over to see the same Terrible Terror from before standing nearby, now followed closely by 5 other female Terrible Terrors, all ranging widely from height to scale-color to bust size.
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'Showtime.' The Night Fury thought before answering. "Yes? I assume the entertainment is ready."
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"Indeed. These five will be the ones entertaining you all tonight." She replied, stepping aside and gesturing to the five Terrors behind her. "Ladies, if you would."
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The first Terror stepped forth, standing rather tall (relatively), with a coat of pale, white scales and a generous c-cup bust. She bowed. "I am Iramet. It is my pleasure to serve you."
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The next stepped up beside her, this dragoness slightly shorter than the last, with a coat of cyan blue scales and b-cup breasts. She bowed as well. "I am Endr. It is my pleasure to serve you."
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The others followed, one after the other, stepping forward and introducing themselves as Des, Iroon and Mizin. After that, the waitress Terror (come to think of it, she'd never given her name) told the ladies to 'get in positions,' which involved each of them crawling under the table and kneeling down in front of one of the dragons at the table.
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Toothless scooted his chair back slightly, spreading his legs as Iramet, the white-scaled Terror, situated herself directly in front of his crotch, eyeing his sizable cock and balls hungrily. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the others shuffling back in their chairs as well, all with varying degrees of nervousness displayed on their faces.
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The waitress cleared her throat. "Ladies, are you all in position?"
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One by one, they sounded off, Iramet gently gripping the base of his cock as she did so, causing him to tense up slightly.
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"Very well." The waitress Terror continued. "Then you may begin in 3..."
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All around, Toothless' friends visibly tensed up. Iramet met his gaze and gave a cheeky grin. All Toothless could do was gulp in anticipation.
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"2..."
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The white dragoness' grip shifted from his cock to his ballsack, gripping the top of it, which forced his twin testicles to the very bottom of this sack.
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"1..."
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She reared her other claw back, fist clenched tightly. The Night Fury fought to settle his nerves.
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"...begin."
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Iramet’s fist thumped into his ballsack with the hearty smack of flesh-on-flesh, causing him to flinch as he let out a throaty groan. All around the table, similar fleshy slaps and smacks rang out and Toothless was vaguely aware of his friends all flinching and curling inwards slightly as they let out groans and moans of their own.
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Thwhack!
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The Night Fury let out another groan as the dragoness sitting between his legs slammed another punch into his dragon-makers. His cock, left needy and untouched after Luna had thoroughly busted his nuts earlier, was already starting to get hard, a spot of precum dotting the head.
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Iramet stared at his length with a raised eyebrow for a moment before her gaze lifted to meet his.
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“Already, my Alpha?” She asked, before slamming another punch into his throbbing testicles.
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“Guh!” The Night Fury groaned, panting for a moment before answering. “Luna, kinda gave me some ‘love’ before I came here.” He eventually replied, wincing as he thought back to the dozens of kicks, knees and squeezes his balls had taken just an hour or so before. “Said something about ‘helping the girls out.’”
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“Well…” Iramet said as she hammered another punch into his aching jewels. “Please tell her majesty that I appreciate it.”
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“Hrg!” The Night Fury grunted before shakily nodding. “Will do. Though-“
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Whump!
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“Ah!” He couldn’t help but yelp as his balls were flattened beneath the Terror's knuckles once again, sending a fresh wave of pain shooting through his body. He sat up straight, tail and toes both curling as he tried his best to ride out the agony emanating from his bruised ballsack.
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“Sorry, you were saying, my Alpha?” The white-scaled Terror murmured, giving his swollen pair a firm squeeze with her free hand.
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“I…I was saying that L-Luna will probably see from how f-funny I’m walking just how much you appreciate it.” He stuttered slightly, trying to get back the breath he’d had knocked from his lungs.
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At this, Iramet ducked her head, smiling to herself while simultaneously slamming another punch into the Fury's aching dragon-makers. "I appreciate your kind words, my Alpha. Now, relax and sit back." The Terrible Terror gently grabbed his balls with both clawed hands, one testicle for each hand, and began to slowly squee\~ze his twin dragon-makers. She met his gaze and gave him a enthusiastic grin. "Rest assured, your balls are in good hands\~."
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The Night Fury gulped.
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\*\*\*\*\*
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Things escalated fairly quickly from there.
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After maybe 5 more minutes of Toothless getting his aching gonads punched and squeezed, Iramet had haphazardly scooted him toward the edge of his seat, leaving his bruised ballbag to dangle defenselessly between his spread legs, right in front of the Terrible Terror.
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Iramet quickly took advantage of this by going at his nuts like a boxer went at a speedbag, hammering blows into his defenseless dragon-makers like there was no tomorrow. This method of busting was actually more efficient, since each time she slammed a punch into his berries, his ballbag would swing back into the edge of the chair, effectively busting him twice per hit. Luna would've been proud, if she'd been there to see it.
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In an effort to at least somewhat take his mind off the agony in his groin and help make sure his quivering legs didn't collapse, Toothless instead looked around the table, to see how the others were faring.
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Stormfly, surprisingly enough, seemed to be holding her own rather well, hunched over as she stared almost lustfully at the Terror who was servicing her. Said Terrible Terror, a lime-green scaled girl named Des, was laying on her back, using her feet to kick the Deadly Nadder, who's body jerked and flinched with each blow to her nethers.
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Hookfang, Barf and Belch all seemed to be in the same boat. Both dragons were leaned back in their seats, tongues lolling out of their mouths. Faintly, Toothless could pick a near-silent \*shlick, shlick, shlick\* accompanying the fleshy smacks and slaps. A quick peep under the table confirmed his suspicions. The Monstrous Nightmare and Zippleback were getting a little extra love in the way of handjobs, no doubt to help ease the pain in their gonads as the Terrors pulled double duty, stroking their cocks with one hand and slapping/punching their balls with the other.
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Lastly, Meatlug, appeared to be reaching the end of her rope. She was resting down on the table, her generous tits cushioning her chin. The only movement he saw was the occasional wince and jerk of her hips as her pussy received its due, accompanied only by faint moans and whimpers from the large Gronckle.
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"Y-you guys-" He winced as his balls were sent swinging after a hard punch from Iramet. "-are d-doing gr-great. Much-"
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Thump!
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Like a hammer, the smaller dragon's fist crashed into his nuts, squashing them flat against the hard, unforgiving stone of his seat. She was really going at his balls.
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"Gah, f-fuck, my nuts." He muttered before continuing. "Much b-better than I f-figured you would."
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From across the table, Hookfang gave a cocky/pained grin. "O-oh yeah? Well, d-don't get too c-comfortable." He flinched and let out a hiss of pain as his nuts took another harsh blow. "I-I'm might outlast you." It seemed even despite the pain no doubt racking his body, he couldn't pass up an opportunity to show off a little.
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Toothless gave his own agonized grin, ignoring the aching, all-encompassing pain emanating from his thoroughly battered and bruised dragon-makers. Even as he was speaking, Iramet was kneading and squeezing them in her claws.
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"Not a c-chance, fl-flame boy."
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Hookfang snorted, a small shot of fire leaving his nostrils.
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"You're on!"
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\*\*\*\*\*
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In the end, Toothless won. Of course he did. Luna had been busting his balls for the better part of two years. He'd learned how to last.
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It took another 10 minutes or so, but in the end, everyone else dropped out before him. Stormfly was near-passed out in her seat, one of the Terrors licking her cunt as a sort of 'aftercare.' Hookfang, Bark and Belch were dozing softly in their seats, balls black and blue and cum staining their chests. Turns out handjobs mixed with ballbusting made for some great cumshots, something Toothless had experienced plenty of times, just from his own cock and balls. Meatlug, weirdly enough, was the only one of his friends still awake. She too had a Terror giving her beaten cunt some 'aftercare,' but she was also chowing down on whatever food was left on the table.
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"No reason to leave good food." She'd said.
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As for Toothless? Well...
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Squelch...
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He groaned, glancing down once again at Iramet. The white-scaled Terror was sitting in his lap, more specifically, directly on top of his balls. His cock was sandwiched firmly between her ass cheeks, throbbing almost painfully with need, near-drenched in precum. She'd been sitting on his tortured nutsack for a good minute or two now, bouncing up and down to further flatten his nuts into pancakes.
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Naturally, she didn't weigh as much as Luna, what with being like half her size, but that fact didn't mean much when his agonized gonads were trapped beneath her full and supple rear.
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"Iramet?" He squeaked. "You can g-get off now, y-you know?"
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The Terror shook her head before jumping up slightly and slamming her rear down on his balls, eliciting a pained squeak from the Fury.
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"No can do, my Alpha. Rules state that the service ends when the time expires, which it will in 15 minutes, or the one being serviced cums." She gave his cock a gentle squeeze while simultaneously twisting her ass, further squishing his flattened eggs. "Which you have not. Not to worry though, my Alpha. Lady Luna has already informed us that you cannot cum without your balls being busted and has taught us what to do in an emergency."
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He blinked. "Wait, Luna did wha-?"
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Suddenly, like a hammer (a large, plush but firm hammer), Iramet's ass came thundering down once again, squishing his balls flat for what felt like the hundredth time. However, instead of pausing like normal, Iramet continued bouncing, up and down, up and down. This had the dual effect of sending strong spikes of agony through Toothless' body due to his balls being crushed beneath the dragoness' ass so many times so quickly while also pleasuring his cock which was, again, nestled firmly between the Terror's ass cheeks.
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Within moments, the Night Fury's mind was overloaded, pain and pleasure racking him simultaneously to the point he could speak, he couldn't think he couldn't anything. All he could do was feel the churning in his busted balls as they prepared what felt like his biggest cumshot ever.
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Iramet's ass came crashing down once last time.
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\*Sp-\*
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\*Sp-\*
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\*SPLUUURT!!!!!!!!!\*
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Like an absolute geyser he came. He came so hard and so much, the food scraps and dirty dishes still littering the table were covered by his spunk.
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"Hey!" Meatlug grumbled, but she was ignored.
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Iramet got the worst of it though, parked on his ballsack as she was. If her scales hadn't already been white, then no dragon would've been able to tell afterwards. She was drenched, head to tail, in his spunk.
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His vision was darkening, his overloaded mine slowly beginning to finally shut down, but he was somewhat aware of the Terror scooting off his chair and gently giving his balls a kiss.
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"My thanks, my Alpha."
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And then he knew no more.
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When he awoke, he was at home, his head in Luna's lap and his balls resting on a frozen rock.
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"Have fun?" Luna quietly asked, smirking down at him as she likely already knew the answer.
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He stretched slightly, being careful not to move too much before giving her happy smile.
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"Hell yes."
