Seeds of Heroism - Chapter 56
Chapter 56 – content: >!castrations, death/trauma!<
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“Ech, finally! I hate getting wet,” Chloe said and tilted her head. She slammed the palm of her hand against her temple, trying to get water out of her ear.
“Yeah, that tracks…” Ina murmured.
“Hah? What’sat supposed to mean?”
“Nothing! Nothing. Just… you don’t seem the type.”
“The ‘type’? To like getting wet? … I don’t get it.”
“Don’t worry about it. Let’s get out of the way, so the dwarves can unload the ship. You could probably say they need to spill their load,” the auf said and giggled.
“Why would they spill their goods after shipping them here? That doesn’t make any sense. Irinathea? Hello? Why are you sighing?” Chloe put her hands on her hips and looked on as the girl stepped onto the not very sturdy looking pier of Tohu’Nui’s port. “She’s such a weird one.”
*Do not heed her, cupcake. You do not need to concern yourself with the words of someone so irrelevant.*
“Aww, you’re right, daddy!” she answered and gently patted the wrinkly patch of leather cupping her left breast. “Thank you for always looking out for me.”
As she strode down the plank, the frowns of several dwarves that had heard Chloe talking to herself followed her. Chloe huffed. This town was probably a bust for any alchemical stuff as well. [Despite being a port town! It was all fish and crab and scallops for sale, and it didn’t even look very fresh, somehow.](https://imgur.com/a/z7EyszJ) Maybe there was some truth to the people in Calvino and Cillia calling Kumarbi a backwater?
*For once, I agree, mi corazón. She is not worth your time and effort, but please, be wary of the redhead. She pretends to not care but claims your beloved.*
Chloe giggled and let her fingers brush over a yellow patch of leather on the right side of her coat. “Aww, you know I didn’t mean you, Julio, your big, hairy doggy love is better than that of most guys from either Calvino or Cillia. No need to feel put down, alright? But thank you anyway. Did you see that she didn’t even notice me watching her from underneath the bed in her cabin? I’m keeping a good eye on her. Two, most of the time.” She stepped over a cat with a fish in its mouth, chased by a dog the size of a small horse.
*You are right, of course, mi amor, she is no match for you. Ah, but please watch out, that man on the left clearly has intentions towards you.*
“Huh, you’re right.” With a surprised look, she watched a tall beastkin with smooth brown scales in place of hair and the smile of a shark approach. Immediately, he put an arm around Chloe, enveloping her in a stink that was somehow worse than the piles of rotting fish a fishmonger sold next to them.
“Hey there, girlie, welcome to Tohu’Nui. How’s about I show you the city, eh? This place can be dangerous for a defenceless little girl like you, they get taken advantage of almost everywhere. But stick with me and I’ll show you *all* the good spots.” A long, thin tongue darted out of his mouth and licked his lips before he slid a hand beneath her bra and pinched her nipple. “It’ll be a very stimulating experience, I can promise you that.”
“Mhm, hold on a second,” she said and thrust a hand down his pants, searching around in them as if she was rummaging in a particularly deep backpack.
“Hah, no need for sugarcoating things with a slut like you, huh? Alright, then, let’s skip straight to the part where I fuck your brains out in some back alley.”
“Nah, sorry, you don’t have enough love.”
“Love…?” he asked. “Call it what you will, whore, I have more than enough to make you squeal, all, night, lo-”
“You’re not even big enough for a glove. Bye bye.” Chloe closed and opened her hand in a childish wave in front of his face. It was the hand he thought was still in his pants, fondling his junk.
Looking down, he saw a rope protrude from his pants. When his eyes followed it, he saw it led right to the collar of the giant, shaggy dog the fishmonger used to chase away cats. A collar Chloe was holding in her other hand.
“Ooh, over there! Some bad little kitties! Sick’em, girl!” Chloe said and released the dog’s collar.
“Woof!” Immediately, it started running, a furry freight train hellbent on catching a black cat that probably saw its life flashing in front of its eyes at that moment.
The beastkin could only whimper slightly before the rope pulled taut and he was yanked to the ground by his balls. Screaming, he was dragged along the pier and into the streets of Tohu’Nui. With the speed they were going, he couldn’t even get his arms to his crotch to try and untie the knot she had secured around his nuts. He was forced to watch the dog wind around wooden posts of other stalls as it chased its prey, each pole slamming into testicles without fail. His screams faded quickly, although that was not due to their volume but the incredible speed the hound managed.
Slowly, Chloe walked on, following the path of destruction she had unleashed, deaf to the angry complaints of all the fishmongers. Instead, she listened to her dad as he reminded her of some things she needed to take care of. The loudest among the fishmongers, a fat dog beastkin who had been bowled over, at least shut up when she walked over his balls.
*Remember that you are nearly out of parts for traps, cupcake. It wouldn’t be wise to let the redhaired one catch you unawares.*
“Riiight, thanks dad! What would I ever do without you?”
*I’ll always be there for you.*
A sudden flash of orange. The acrid smell of burnt hair is in her nose, her hair. The screams… they’re getting louder, they plead! Why did they have to die? Mercy, for the love of all that is good, mercy, why are you doing this-
“Are you… OK?” a man’s voice asked.
Chloe turned and gasped. “Daaarling! Thank you for worrying about me!” She slung her arm around his and leaned into him, like the lovers that they were. She pulled her coat around herself with her free hand. “Isn’t this place romantic?”
“Romantic…?” he asked incredulously. He watched a rat cross the street in front of them, carrying what looked remarkably like a used condom in its mouth. Immediately, flies settled on the drops leaking out of it but only until an old woman with pockmarks and a jug of some foul liquor in hand slipped on it and fell headfirst into a heap of filth. “I don’t think that’s what I would have called it, no…”
*Do not let him get away, mi amor.*
“Let’s go see the sights and smell the smells! Didn’t that one dwarf lady say they need to secure their stuff first anyway? We’ve got the whole day to ourselves!” He started protesting but she was dragging him by his hand, not listening.
“HOLD IT!”
“Tsk.” She turned and saw what she dreaded most. The redheaded girl. As expected, they were all screaming at her.
*CUT HER!*
*SHE WILL STEAL HIS LOVE, DO NOT LET HER*
*IT’S YOU OR HER, GIRLIE*
“Ina, hand me his balls,” she said and held her hand out to the auf next to her. She complied and after a twist of her wrist handed her the massive eggs. “Alright, *now* you may go. We’ll be in the guild hall and take a look around.”
Jim twitched at what she said, but then closed and opened his eyes again. “Despina? A little help here?” Jim pleaded.
“I’ve got the most important parts taken care of,” she said and shrugged, then stuffed his balls down her bralette. They poked out through the fabric like a pair of goose eggs she was trying to hatch. “Have fun.”
“Despina?!” he asked, panic rising in his voice.
She silenced him with a twitch of her eye.
“Yay! Let’s go, darling!” Maybe if they looked hard enough, they could find a place to tan darling’s lovesack somewhere in this place.
The man at her side sighed deeply. “Alright, let’s go…”
“Where do you want to go first? Do you want to visit a café and saunter beneath the trees? Oh, or we could go to a theatre and sip some milk while dreamily staring into each other’s eyes!”
“Wha…? Chloe, have you ever been to a café or theatre?”
She stared at him for a moment, then lowered her gaze.
*Say yes, mi querida, men love a confident woman.*
“Yeees,” she answered, not sounding very sure of herself.
Jim sighed again. A good sign. “Maybe we should just walk through the town, see what we can find, OK?” Chloe nuzzled her cheek against his arm in response.
The odd couple, morose and ecstatic in equal measure, wandered through the little town and even Chloe had to eventually acknowledge it was a dump. Most ‘streets’ were anything but, as any kind of stone seemed to be so rare around these parts that they were walking on stretches of packed dirt, a worrying amount of which were waterlogged or at least subjected to massive puddles that forced everyone to go around. It was a slalom course that let its winners keep their ankles dry, mostly.
The wooden houses weren’t much better, often bent in some way from sinking into the mud or riddled with black splotches where mould grew like ivy.
“I can’t say I’m very impressed with this place,” she said as she waved her hand in front of her face, trying to chase away a cloud of mosquitoes.
“Yeah, me neither,” he said, frowning at what looked like a small shrine. The rough face of some animal, maybe a cat, was carved into a plank of wood. In front of it stood lots of little bowls with flowers and food in them. Chloe tilted her head.
“What’s that for?”
“Wards off the strange folk. And if you don’t like our town, piss off, why don’t you?” a hoarse voice said.
[To their left, a small shop opened right onto the street and in the twilight inside, a mountain of a woman watched them, her arms crossed beneath her breasts.](https://imgur.com/a/OV3Vo0z) A long scar split her lip and part of her nose was missing, while two round furry ears graced the sides of her head. Almost like someone had tried to sow teddy bear ears on her to make her less of an eyesore.
“Oh, hello!” Chloe said. “Me and darling are out on a date.”
“Don’t care, missy,” the butch woman said and spat on the ground.
“Let’s go, come on.” He pulled on her arm and tried to drag her away.
“What are you selling, lady?” she asked and earned a sigh from Jim.
“Knives.”
“Ooh, and what else?”
“More knives.”
“Chloe, let’s just go, we’re not welcome here. She doesn’t even sell swords.”
She ignored him, focusing on the row of steel behind the shopkeeper. “Do you have any curved knives? About this long?” She spread her hand out, then, with a glance at Jim, added her other hand. “Maybe a bit longer.”
“Curved, eh? Those are always in need. You keep cattle or something?” Chloe shook her head. “Something for the man in your life then… have a look at these,” the woman said, “should cut through even the hairiest and hardiest ones.”
“For the man… what’s that supposed to mean, Chloe?”
She tapped a finger against her chin. “They’re alright but I was thinking about something more… extravagant for my darling.”
“Chloe, hello?” Jim asked.
“Extravagant, huh… How about this, then.” She pulled something that looked like a meat tenderizer from a shelf, except it had a claw on the other end large enough to be called a small hoe. “First you crack them, then you use the other hand to hack off the whole thing. It’s a bit involved but most girls say it made them feel that much more connected to the whole process.”
“It looks so cute! Ah, but I really do need the precision of a knife. Sorry, guess I have to keep on looking!” Chloe said and shrugged apologetically.
The shopkeeper scoffed and put the violent tool away, then stepped back and looked poignantly over them, out into the street.
*These people are barbarians. A hammer? They do not appreciate how much his love means to you.*
“Yeah, but how could they?”
“What?” Jim asked.
“Nothing! Hey, maybe we can find some other neat shops.” With that, she dragged him further into the streets of Tohu’Nui.
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Her leg bobbed up and down while she worked over the white oval in her hand. Each squeeze produced a wet squelch as the gonad was squished and then reinflated.
“Goddess, why must we suffer these fools. Look at them! Someone needs to cut them down to size.”
“And I suppose you're the one to do so?” Ina asked.
“I definitely wouldn't mind… I could pop the two guys sitting nearest to us immediately. It wouldn't even take a lot of work. See how they spread their legs? You can tell exactly where their nuts are. Just one quick stomp and splish,” Despina said and spluttered as she mimed the death of their manhoods.
Ina snorted. “You look ridiculous. You realize we’re technically still, you know,” she looked over her shoulder to assure herself no one was listening in, “wanted?”
“You worry too much.”
“And you not enough.”
The redhead rolled her eyes. “Nobles think so little of Kumarbi, they won’t even consider looking for us here. As long as we don’t hike across the Broken Sword, we don’t have- alright, that’s IT!”
Across from Ina and Despina, the group of rude adventurers had stopped just being loud and boisterous and instead had taken to harassing waitresses and female adventurers. When one had dragged a lithe deer beastkin with brown hair and cute deer ears onto his lap and fondled her breasts while licking her neck, Despina leapt to her feet.
“Oh boy, here we go…” Ina muttered.
“Hey dick cheese! Get your filthy hands off her or I’ll tie your nuts to a pole and fly them as a warning to all danglers out there!”
The man, a burly human, scoffed. His hands paused while squeezing the deer girl’s tits and he looked her over with disdain. “What’s the matter, little girl, jealous that you’re not getting those mosquito bites you call tits played with? If you apologize, I’m sure one of the guys will spare you some pity dick.” His three buddies howled with laughter and slammed their fists on the table.
“Jealous?! There’s not enough money in all of Calvino to pay me to even look at your tiny, disgusting dick!”
Out of the corner of her eye, the princess noticed that the deer girl was moving her hand while all eyes were on Despina. She snatched a steak knife off the table and flashed the princess the barest hint of a smile.
While Despina argued with the group of unruly adventurers, the deer girl ever so slightly scooted back on her tormentor’s lap – until the bulge of his genitals was clearly visible in front of the smooth curves of her loins.
“Enough out of your mouth, slut. If you don’t shut yer trap, I will shut it for you with my dick, understand?” the man said to Despina.
Then, for the first time, the deer girl spoke. Her voice was light, barely a whisper, but reedy and with almost no intonation to it. “I don’t think you can put a penis in someone’s mouth when it’s pinned to your chair.” She lifted the knife and slammed it down, right between her legs.
It missed her pussy by millimetres. Instead, it penetrated the tip of the man’s bulge, slicing through it like butter. After it cut through his cock, the knife impaled itself deeply in the wood of his chair. He screamed as a squirt of blood shot up and onto the deer girl’s loins.
He bucked and threw her off but unfortunately for him, he pulled back in instinct, which only painfully pulled on his impaled cock and did nothing to free it. One of his friends, the man closest to him, got up and started drawing his weapon.
“What the hell?” is all he managed to say before Despina was on him.
With a sinister smile, she simply thrust out her hand, palm facing up in between his legs. There, she just held it, not even grasping his readily available testicles. Instead, winds formed in her hand.
With a blast of air that made both their hair flutter, his slacks started twisting around the soft bulge protruding between his legs. In two seconds, the fabric and its contents twisted around itself multiple times. By the third rotation, the cheap linen of his pants started tearing, yielding the view to a flesh-coloured, twisted string – the base of his scrotum.
By the fourth rotation, a gristly crackling and tearing sound emanated from his groin.
It took until the sixth rotation until he was separated from his balls. With wet ripping, the fleshy string tore and his balls fell into Despina’s hand, still neatly housed in the fabric of his slacks like a wrapped present.
Ignoring the screams of the man now on the floor before her, she put a foot on his chest in victory. She bounced the torn off testicles in her hand into the air before catching them again. “You two want to leave your nuts in my care as well?”
“She’s a fucking sorceress! Let’s get the fuck out of here!” one of the remaining ruffians said and backed away. They were gone from the guild hall in seconds, leaving their bleeding and moaning companions behind.
The girl with the deer ears dispassionately watched the two men squirm and cry in pain until finally, the man she had stabbed in the dick managed to pull the blade out of his cock. With a wild, fearful look in his eye, he left the guild hall, dragging his friend behind him with one hand while the other clutched his groin.
Her eyes fell on Despina, still playing with the detached pair of testicles. “Thank you,” she said without any emotion. “I’m Pearl. I like you. I will go explain to the guild, they attacked me. Bye Bye.”
“You’re… welcome?” Ina said. She and Despina watched her walk out of the hall as if nothing at all had happened. “What a strange girl.”
Despina smiled. “I don’t know, she seems nice. Come on, let’s get something to eat. All of a sudden, I feel really hungry.”
Ina’s eyes narrowed. “You will not play with those things while we eat,” she said and pointed at the sack in her friend’s hand. “You have no idea where those have been.”
“But I-”
“Nuh-uh! No way. I will not watch you fondle some guy’s balls while we eat.”
“They’re not his any more, they’re mine now!”
“Still no.”
Despina sighed. “Fine… Whatever, I still have Jim’s stupid donkey balls.”
“You put those away as well!” Ina yelled.
“What? That’s not fair!”
Behind the two quarrelling girls, the door to the streets of Tohu’Nui opened and Chloe and Jim walked in, the pink-haired scrotum huntress still clinging to Jim’s arm like a lover.
“Perfect timing! Jim, please tell the princess that it is not appropriate to play with testicles while eating lunch.”
“Whu-? Err, guys, one question, why were there men bleeding from their crotches coming out of here? What happened?” Jim asked, frowning at the splotch of fresh blood on the ground.
“Never mind that now, Chloe!” Despina said brightly. “Here, I have a gift for you!”
“Eh? For me?” Her green lips distorted to a circle.
“Right! Hands out!” When Chloe did as instructed, Despina unceremoniously dropped the balls she had just twisted off into her palms. “There, a set of nuts, freshly plucked from the source. You collect the sacks, yeah?”
Chloe’s eyes were wide as dinner plates as she regarded the bundle of manmeat. “A lovesack… for me?” she asked incredulously.
“I think I’m gonna be sick…” Jim said.
“Yeah, I castrated that guy just for you! Are you happy?”
Slowly, Chloe lifted the dismembered scrotum to her cheek and nuzzling it, she said, “Yeah, thank you so much!” Then, murmuring, she added, “a different kind of love…”
“Great! Now, can we please go get something to eat? I’m starving,” Despina asked.
Ina frowned at her. “I’m watching you, missy.”
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“Oh Goddess, it’s got my balls!”
Chloe jumped awake. She’d just had such a nice dream where Jim and her went to pick out the colour she would dye his lovesack before the sound of one of her traps going off ended it abruptly.
“Huh, whuzzer?” she asked and wiped away some drool from her mouth.
“She’s waking up, just get to her!”
*It’s time to fight, buttercup. There are people here that wish to hurt you.*
“Guh, whut?”
“I’ve got her!” one man yelled as he threw himself on top of Chloe. His weight pinned her down onto her bed.
The shock of it jolted her fully awake. “Gah, what’s going on?!” she asked but without even waiting for an answer, her hand slithered towards the groin of her attacker. Her hand wrapped around the sack that dangled there.
In the dark of night, she could only feel him shake his head. “Wait, I didn’t mean it like that, you don’t need to- GWAAH!”
Her hand shut into a tight fist immediately, crushing his left ball without mercy. The singular testicle in her grasp stood no chance. She could feel it start to give way after mere seconds of an all-out squeeze.
He tried to plead for mercy between grunts of pain but it was too late. His left testicle ruptured in her fingers, and her fist closed completely now that half of his manhood had disintegrated to mush. He slipped into unconsciousness.
She slid out from under the half-castrated male and immediately found herself opposite another attacker. Thankfully, this one was standing in the centre of the door.
“Halt, girl, you are under arr-”
It meant that the t rap she had prepared worked perfectly. A small anchor she had tied to a rope hit his crotch dead centre. The heavy piece of iron acted like a hammer upon the squishy parts in its way, his balls squeezed within an inch of their lives before they popped out over the iron, resting atop and over the arms of the anchor.
The crotch of her attacker entangled with the anchor in this way, he was pulled off his feet as her trap swung back again. With a groan that sounded almost cute, like that of a kitten, he rode the swinging anchor, sitting on it only with his testicles.
But behind him, a swarm of beastkin guardsmen stormed her room. Another male fell to a swift kick to the goolies but more took his place. Panicking, she stepped back and froze when she heard a familiar *squick* from beneath her foot.
It was the scrotum Despina had gifted her. Her friend. Her friend’s gift.
The two gonads had popped under her foot, so much more easily taken away than it had been given. The testicles were now a greasy stain on the ball of her foot and the skin of the sack had torn in the middle, making it entirely useless.
[*All around her was fire, smoke and the screams of the dying. The others, they were all gone, burnt to a crisp and she couldn’t understand why.*](https://imgur.com/a/JA52gnM)
*“Dad? Why aren’t you moving?”*
*“Sorry… butterc-… cup. But don’t worry, I’ll always… be with… you…” he said between coughs. His skin was blackened by the flames, sloughing off of him in chunks and leaving only bone behind. The only part that was untouched by the fire was that curious looking bag between his legs she had sometimes seen in the bath.*
*If she could just get to it, take it so the fire wouldn’t burn it away as well, then papa could be with her forever, just like he promised. She strained and stretched but it wasn’t enough, not until a girl with hair as red as the fire around them gave her a lift. With a smile, she grabbed her father’s sack. It was warm and soft, and so pleasant to touch because it was full of her dad’s love for her.*
*She turned to smile at the girl who had helped her save her father’s love from the flames, but her smile faltered when she saw the flames had claimed the girl just like all her other friends. Then the flames reached for her, burning away her hair, her lips, before reaching for her father’s love.*
*The two ovals inside burst like overripe fruit and the sack blackened and turned to ash in her hands.*
Chloe screamed.
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“Ech, finally! I hate getting wet,” Chloe said and tilted her head. She slammed the palm of her hand against her temple, trying to get water out of her ear.
“Yeah, that tracks…” Ina murmured.
“Hah? What’sat supposed to mean?”
“Nothing! Nothing. Just… you don’t seem the type.”
“The ‘type’? To like getting wet? … I don’t get it.”
“Don’t worry about it. Let’s get out of the way, so the dwarves can unload the ship. You could probably say they need to spill their load,” the auf said and giggled.
“Why would they spill their goods after shipping them here? That doesn’t make any sense. Irinathea? Hello? Why are you sighing?” Chloe put her hands on her hips and looked on as the girl stepped onto the not very sturdy looking pier of Tohu’Nui’s port. “She’s such a weird one.”
*Do not heed her, cupcake. You do not need to concern yourself with the words of someone so irrelevant.*
“Aww, you’re right, daddy!” she answered and gently patted the wrinkly patch of leather cupping her left breast. “Thank you for always looking out for me.”
As she strode down the plank, the frowns of several dwarves that had heard Chloe talking to herself followed her. Chloe huffed. This town was probably a bust for any alchemical stuff as well. [Despite being a port town! It was all fish and crab and scallops for sale, and it didn’t even look very fresh, somehow.](https://imgur.com/a/z7EyszJ) Maybe there was some truth to the people in Calvino and Cillia calling Kumarbi a backwater?
*For once, I agree, mi corazón. She is not worth your time and effort, but please, be wary of the redhead. She pretends to not care but claims your beloved.*
Chloe giggled and let her fingers brush over a yellow patch of leather on the right side of her coat. “Aww, you know I didn’t mean you, Julio, your big, hairy doggy love is better than that of most guys from either Calvino or Cillia. No need to feel put down, alright? But thank you anyway. Did you see that she didn’t even notice me watching her from underneath the bed in her cabin? I’m keeping a good eye on her. Two, most of the time.” She stepped over a cat with a fish in its mouth, chased by a dog the size of a small horse.
*You are right, of course, mi amor, she is no match for you. Ah, but please watch out, that man on the left clearly has intentions towards you.*
“Huh, you’re right.” With a surprised look, she watched a tall beastkin with smooth brown scales in place of hair and the smile of a shark approach. Immediately, he put an arm around Chloe, enveloping her in a stink that was somehow worse than the piles of rotting fish a fishmonger sold next to them.
“Hey there, girlie, welcome to Tohu’Nui. How’s about I show you the city, eh? This place can be dangerous for a defenceless little girl like you, they get taken advantage of almost everywhere. But stick with me and I’ll show you *all* the good spots.” A long, thin tongue darted out of his mouth and licked his lips before he slid a hand beneath her bra and pinched her nipple. “It’ll be a very stimulating experience, I can promise you that.”
“Mhm, hold on a second,” she said and thrust a hand down his pants, searching around in them as if she was rummaging in a particularly deep backpack.
“Hah, no need for sugarcoating things with a slut like you, huh? Alright, then, let’s skip straight to the part where I fuck your brains out in some back alley.”
“Nah, sorry, you don’t have enough love.”
“Love…?” he asked. “Call it what you will, whore, I have more than enough to make you squeal, all, night, lo-”
“You’re not even big enough for a glove. Bye bye.” Chloe closed and opened her hand in a childish wave in front of his face. It was the hand he thought was still in his pants, fondling his junk.
Looking down, he saw a rope protrude from his pants. When his eyes followed it, he saw it led right to the collar of the giant, shaggy dog the fishmonger used to chase away cats. A collar Chloe was holding in her other hand.
“Ooh, over there! Some bad little kitties! Sick’em, girl!” Chloe said and released the dog’s collar.
“Woof!” Immediately, it started running, a furry freight train hellbent on catching a black cat that probably saw its life flashing in front of its eyes at that moment.
The beastkin could only whimper slightly before the rope pulled taut and he was yanked to the ground by his balls. Screaming, he was dragged along the pier and into the streets of Tohu’Nui. With the speed they were going, he couldn’t even get his arms to his crotch to try and untie the knot she had secured around his nuts. He was forced to watch the dog wind around wooden posts of other stalls as it chased its prey, each pole slamming into testicles without fail. His screams faded quickly, although that was not due to their volume but the incredible speed the hound managed.
Slowly, Chloe walked on, following the path of destruction she had unleashed, deaf to the angry complaints of all the fishmongers. Instead, she listened to her dad as he reminded her of some things she needed to take care of. The loudest among the fishmongers, a fat dog beastkin who had been bowled over, at least shut up when she walked over his balls.
*Remember that you are nearly out of parts for traps, cupcake. It wouldn’t be wise to let the redhaired one catch you unawares.*
“Riiight, thanks dad! What would I ever do without you?”
*I’ll always be there for you.*
A sudden flash of orange. The acrid smell of burnt hair is in her nose, her hair. The screams… they’re getting louder, they plead! Why did they have to die? Mercy, for the love of all that is good, mercy, why are you doing this-
“Are you… OK?” a man’s voice asked.
Chloe turned and gasped. “Daaarling! Thank you for worrying about me!” She slung her arm around his and leaned into him, like the lovers that they were. She pulled her coat around herself with her free hand. “Isn’t this place romantic?”
“Romantic…?” he asked incredulously. He watched a rat cross the street in front of them, carrying what looked remarkably like a used condom in its mouth. Immediately, flies settled on the drops leaking out of it but only until an old woman with pockmarks and a jug of some foul liquor in hand slipped on it and fell headfirst into a heap of filth. “I don’t think that’s what I would have called it, no…”
*Do not let him get away, mi amor.*
“Let’s go see the sights and smell the smells! Didn’t that one dwarf lady say they need to secure their stuff first anyway? We’ve got the whole day to ourselves!” He started protesting but she was dragging him by his hand, not listening.
“HOLD IT!”
“Tsk.” She turned and saw what she dreaded most. The redheaded girl. As expected, they were all screaming at her.
*CUT HER!*
*SHE WILL STEAL HIS LOVE, DO NOT LET HER*
*IT’S YOU OR HER, GIRLIE*
“Ina, hand me his balls,” she said and held her hand out to the auf next to her. She complied and after a twist of her wrist handed her the massive eggs. “Alright, *now* you may go. We’ll be in the guild hall and take a look around.”
Jim twitched at what she said, but then closed and opened his eyes again. “Despina? A little help here?” Jim pleaded.
“I’ve got the most important parts taken care of,” she said and shrugged, then stuffed his balls down her bralette. They poked out through the fabric like a pair of goose eggs she was trying to hatch. “Have fun.”
“Despina?!” he asked, panic rising in his voice.
She silenced him with a twitch of her eye.
“Yay! Let’s go, darling!” Maybe if they looked hard enough, they could find a place to tan darling’s lovesack somewhere in this place.
The man at her side sighed deeply. “Alright, let’s go…”
“Where do you want to go first? Do you want to visit a café and saunter beneath the trees? Oh, or we could go to a theatre and sip some milk while dreamily staring into each other’s eyes!”
“Wha…? Chloe, have you ever been to a café or theatre?”
She stared at him for a moment, then lowered her gaze.
*Say yes, mi querida, men love a confident woman.*
“Yeees,” she answered, not sounding very sure of herself.
Jim sighed again. A good sign. “Maybe we should just walk through the town, see what we can find, OK?” Chloe nuzzled her cheek against his arm in response.
The odd couple, morose and ecstatic in equal measure, wandered through the little town and even Chloe had to eventually acknowledge it was a dump. Most ‘streets’ were anything but, as any kind of stone seemed to be so rare around these parts that they were walking on stretches of packed dirt, a worrying amount of which were waterlogged or at least subjected to massive puddles that forced everyone to go around. It was a slalom course that let its winners keep their ankles dry, mostly.
The wooden houses weren’t much better, often bent in some way from sinking into the mud or riddled with black splotches where mould grew like ivy.
“I can’t say I’m very impressed with this place,” she said as she waved her hand in front of her face, trying to chase away a cloud of mosquitoes.
“Yeah, me neither,” he said, frowning at what looked like a small shrine. The rough face of some animal, maybe a cat, was carved into a plank of wood. In front of it stood lots of little bowls with flowers and food in them. Chloe tilted her head.
“What’s that for?”
“Wards off the strange folk. And if you don’t like our town, piss off, why don’t you?” a hoarse voice said.
[To their left, a small shop opened right onto the street and in the twilight inside, a mountain of a woman watched them, her arms crossed beneath her breasts.](https://imgur.com/a/OV3Vo0z) A long scar split her lip and part of her nose was missing, while two round furry ears graced the sides of her head. Almost like someone had tried to sow teddy bear ears on her to make her less of an eyesore.
“Oh, hello!” Chloe said. “Me and darling are out on a date.”
“Don’t care, missy,” the butch woman said and spat on the ground.
“Let’s go, come on.” He pulled on her arm and tried to drag her away.
“What are you selling, lady?” she asked and earned a sigh from Jim.
“Knives.”
“Ooh, and what else?”
“More knives.”
“Chloe, let’s just go, we’re not welcome here. She doesn’t even sell swords.”
She ignored him, focusing on the row of steel behind the shopkeeper. “Do you have any curved knives? About this long?” She spread her hand out, then, with a glance at Jim, added her other hand. “Maybe a bit longer.”
“Curved, eh? Those are always in need. You keep cattle or something?” Chloe shook her head. “Something for the man in your life then… have a look at these,” the woman said, “should cut through even the hairiest and hardiest ones.”
“For the man… what’s that supposed to mean, Chloe?”
She tapped a finger against her chin. “They’re alright but I was thinking about something more… extravagant for my darling.”
“Chloe, hello?” Jim asked.
“Extravagant, huh… How about this, then.” She pulled something that looked like a meat tenderizer from a shelf, except it had a claw on the other end large enough to be called a small hoe. “First you crack them, then you use the other hand to hack off the whole thing. It’s a bit involved but most girls say it made them feel that much more connected to the whole process.”
“It looks so cute! Ah, but I really do need the precision of a knife. Sorry, guess I have to keep on looking!” Chloe said and shrugged apologetically.
The shopkeeper scoffed and put the violent tool away, then stepped back and looked poignantly over them, out into the street.
*These people are barbarians. A hammer? They do not appreciate how much his love means to you.*
“Yeah, but how could they?”
“What?” Jim asked.
“Nothing! Hey, maybe we can find some other neat shops.” With that, she dragged him further into the streets of Tohu’Nui.
---
Her leg bobbed up and down while she worked over the white oval in her hand. Each squeeze produced a wet squelch as the gonad was squished and then reinflated.
“Goddess, why must we suffer these fools. Look at them! Someone needs to cut them down to size.”
“And I suppose you're the one to do so?” Ina asked.
“I definitely wouldn't mind… I could pop the two guys sitting nearest to us immediately. It wouldn't even take a lot of work. See how they spread their legs? You can tell exactly where their nuts are. Just one quick stomp and splish,” Despina said and spluttered as she mimed the death of their manhoods.
Ina snorted. “You look ridiculous. You realize we’re technically still, you know,” she looked over her shoulder to assure herself no one was listening in, “wanted?”
“You worry too much.”
“And you not enough.”
The redhead rolled her eyes. “Nobles think so little of Kumarbi, they won’t even consider looking for us here. As long as we don’t hike across the Broken Sword, we don’t have- alright, that’s IT!”
Across from Ina and Despina, the group of rude adventurers had stopped just being loud and boisterous and instead had taken to harassing waitresses and female adventurers. When one had dragged a lithe deer beastkin with brown hair and cute deer ears onto his lap and fondled her breasts while licking her neck, Despina leapt to her feet.
“Oh boy, here we go…” Ina muttered.
“Hey dick cheese! Get your filthy hands off her or I’ll tie your nuts to a pole and fly them as a warning to all danglers out there!”
The man, a burly human, scoffed. His hands paused while squeezing the deer girl’s tits and he looked her over with disdain. “What’s the matter, little girl, jealous that you’re not getting those mosquito bites you call tits played with? If you apologize, I’m sure one of the guys will spare you some pity dick.” His three buddies howled with laughter and slammed their fists on the table.
“Jealous?! There’s not enough money in all of Calvino to pay me to even look at your tiny, disgusting dick!”
Out of the corner of her eye, the princess noticed that the deer girl was moving her hand while all eyes were on Despina. She snatched a steak knife off the table and flashed the princess the barest hint of a smile.
While Despina argued with the group of unruly adventurers, the deer girl ever so slightly scooted back on her tormentor’s lap – until the bulge of his genitals was clearly visible in front of the smooth curves of her loins.
“Enough out of your mouth, slut. If you don’t shut yer trap, I will shut it for you with my dick, understand?” the man said to Despina.
Then, for the first time, the deer girl spoke. Her voice was light, barely a whisper, but reedy and with almost no intonation to it. “I don’t think you can put a penis in someone’s mouth when it’s pinned to your chair.” She lifted the knife and slammed it down, right between her legs.
It missed her pussy by millimetres. Instead, it penetrated the tip of the man’s bulge, slicing through it like butter. After it cut through his cock, the knife impaled itself deeply in the wood of his chair. He screamed as a squirt of blood shot up and onto the deer girl’s loins.
He bucked and threw her off but unfortunately for him, he pulled back in instinct, which only painfully pulled on his impaled cock and did nothing to free it. One of his friends, the man closest to him, got up and started drawing his weapon.
“What the hell?” is all he managed to say before Despina was on him.
With a sinister smile, she simply thrust out her hand, palm facing up in between his legs. There, she just held it, not even grasping his readily available testicles. Instead, winds formed in her hand.
With a blast of air that made both their hair flutter, his slacks started twisting around the soft bulge protruding between his legs. In two seconds, the fabric and its contents twisted around itself multiple times. By the third rotation, the cheap linen of his pants started tearing, yielding the view to a flesh-coloured, twisted string – the base of his scrotum.
By the fourth rotation, a gristly crackling and tearing sound emanated from his groin.
It took until the sixth rotation until he was separated from his balls. With wet ripping, the fleshy string tore and his balls fell into Despina’s hand, still neatly housed in the fabric of his slacks like a wrapped present.
Ignoring the screams of the man now on the floor before her, she put a foot on his chest in victory. She bounced the torn off testicles in her hand into the air before catching them again. “You two want to leave your nuts in my care as well?”
“She’s a fucking sorceress! Let’s get the fuck out of here!” one of the remaining ruffians said and backed away. They were gone from the guild hall in seconds, leaving their bleeding and moaning companions behind.
The girl with the deer ears dispassionately watched the two men squirm and cry in pain until finally, the man she had stabbed in the dick managed to pull the blade out of his cock. With a wild, fearful look in his eye, he left the guild hall, dragging his friend behind him with one hand while the other clutched his groin.
Her eyes fell on Despina, still playing with the detached pair of testicles. “Thank you,” she said without any emotion. “I’m Pearl. I like you. I will go explain to the guild, they attacked me. Bye Bye.”
“You’re… welcome?” Ina said. She and Despina watched her walk out of the hall as if nothing at all had happened. “What a strange girl.”
Despina smiled. “I don’t know, she seems nice. Come on, let’s get something to eat. All of a sudden, I feel really hungry.”
Ina’s eyes narrowed. “You will not play with those things while we eat,” she said and pointed at the sack in her friend’s hand. “You have no idea where those have been.”
“But I-”
“Nuh-uh! No way. I will not watch you fondle some guy’s balls while we eat.”
“They’re not his any more, they’re mine now!”
“Still no.”
Despina sighed. “Fine… Whatever, I still have Jim’s stupid donkey balls.”
“You put those away as well!” Ina yelled.
“What? That’s not fair!”
Behind the two quarrelling girls, the door to the streets of Tohu’Nui opened and Chloe and Jim walked in, the pink-haired scrotum huntress still clinging to Jim’s arm like a lover.
“Perfect timing! Jim, please tell the princess that it is not appropriate to play with testicles while eating lunch.”
“Whu-? Err, guys, one question, why were there men bleeding from their crotches coming out of here? What happened?” Jim asked, frowning at the splotch of fresh blood on the ground.
“Never mind that now, Chloe!” Despina said brightly. “Here, I have a gift for you!”
“Eh? For me?” Her green lips distorted to a circle.
“Right! Hands out!” When Chloe did as instructed, Despina unceremoniously dropped the balls she had just twisted off into her palms. “There, a set of nuts, freshly plucked from the source. You collect the sacks, yeah?”
Chloe’s eyes were wide as dinner plates as she regarded the bundle of manmeat. “A lovesack… for me?” she asked incredulously.
“I think I’m gonna be sick…” Jim said.
“Yeah, I castrated that guy just for you! Are you happy?”
Slowly, Chloe lifted the dismembered scrotum to her cheek and nuzzling it, she said, “Yeah, thank you so much!” Then, murmuring, she added, “a different kind of love…”
“Great! Now, can we please go get something to eat? I’m starving,” Despina asked.
Ina frowned at her. “I’m watching you, missy.”
---
“Oh Goddess, it’s got my balls!”
Chloe jumped awake. She’d just had such a nice dream where Jim and her went to pick out the colour she would dye his lovesack before the sound of one of her traps going off ended it abruptly.
“Huh, whuzzer?” she asked and wiped away some drool from her mouth.
“She’s waking up, just get to her!”
*It’s time to fight, buttercup. There are people here that wish to hurt you.*
“Guh, whut?”
“I’ve got her!” one man yelled as he threw himself on top of Chloe. His weight pinned her down onto her bed.
The shock of it jolted her fully awake. “Gah, what’s going on?!” she asked but without even waiting for an answer, her hand slithered towards the groin of her attacker. Her hand wrapped around the sack that dangled there.
In the dark of night, she could only feel him shake his head. “Wait, I didn’t mean it like that, you don’t need to- GWAAH!”
Her hand shut into a tight fist immediately, crushing his left ball without mercy. The singular testicle in her grasp stood no chance. She could feel it start to give way after mere seconds of an all-out squeeze.
He tried to plead for mercy between grunts of pain but it was too late. His left testicle ruptured in her fingers, and her fist closed completely now that half of his manhood had disintegrated to mush. He slipped into unconsciousness.
She slid out from under the half-castrated male and immediately found herself opposite another attacker. Thankfully, this one was standing in the centre of the door.
“Halt, girl, you are under arr-”
It meant that the t rap she had prepared worked perfectly. A small anchor she had tied to a rope hit his crotch dead centre. The heavy piece of iron acted like a hammer upon the squishy parts in its way, his balls squeezed within an inch of their lives before they popped out over the iron, resting atop and over the arms of the anchor.
The crotch of her attacker entangled with the anchor in this way, he was pulled off his feet as her trap swung back again. With a groan that sounded almost cute, like that of a kitten, he rode the swinging anchor, sitting on it only with his testicles.
But behind him, a swarm of beastkin guardsmen stormed her room. Another male fell to a swift kick to the goolies but more took his place. Panicking, she stepped back and froze when she heard a familiar *squick* from beneath her foot.
It was the scrotum Despina had gifted her. Her friend. Her friend’s gift.
The two gonads had popped under her foot, so much more easily taken away than it had been given. The testicles were now a greasy stain on the ball of her foot and the skin of the sack had torn in the middle, making it entirely useless.
[*All around her was fire, smoke and the screams of the dying. The others, they were all gone, burnt to a crisp and she couldn’t understand why.*](https://imgur.com/a/JA52gnM)
*“Dad? Why aren’t you moving?”*
*“Sorry… butterc-… cup. But don’t worry, I’ll always… be with… you…” he said between coughs. His skin was blackened by the flames, sloughing off of him in chunks and leaving only bone behind. The only part that was untouched by the fire was that curious looking bag between his legs she had sometimes seen in the bath.*
*If she could just get to it, take it so the fire wouldn’t burn it away as well, then papa could be with her forever, just like he promised. She strained and stretched but it wasn’t enough, not until a girl with hair as red as the fire around them gave her a lift. With a smile, she grabbed her father’s sack. It was warm and soft, and so pleasant to touch because it was full of her dad’s love for her.*
*She turned to smile at the girl who had helped her save her father’s love from the flames, but her smile faltered when she saw the flames had claimed the girl just like all her other friends. Then the flames reached for her, burning away her hair, her lips, before reaching for her father’s love.*
*The two ovals inside burst like overripe fruit and the sack blackened and turned to ash in her hands.*
Chloe screamed.
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