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13 years ago
All right, so dividing myself between multiple different projects and a crippling lack of sleep is severely impairing my writing mojo.
As such, I'm taking suggestions so that I can drop kick my way through writer's block with as many different ideas as I can. Comment below with characters, ideas, situations, kinks, -something-.
If I find something interesting, I'll reply with a paragraph or three.
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Almost forgot to add, to be afraid to suggest something just cause it's not something you'll usually see from me. I'm -real- open to new stuff, and writing things is the whole point of this.
As such, I'm taking suggestions so that I can drop kick my way through writer's block with as many different ideas as I can. Comment below with characters, ideas, situations, kinks, -something-.
If I find something interesting, I'll reply with a paragraph or three.
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Almost forgot to add, to be afraid to suggest something just cause it's not something you'll usually see from me. I'm -real- open to new stuff, and writing things is the whole point of this.
A mid twenties cheetah stalking is favorite football player, a big burly bull, to try and get a sight of him -or more- after a football game, by following him to the local bar where the team celebrate their victory. As for the kinks well a big on the bottom is always a good sight!
Sorry, I'm never good with that kind of thing...
The feline licked his lips as his prey got up from his team's table, excusing himself to go to the bathroom. The cheetah knew exactly why. He'd been following the team ever since they'd stepped out of their locker room after the game, and it looked like his favourite player hadn't even gotten his hair wet. The cat grinned, thinking of how the well muscled bull had done his best to hide his bulging erection from his teammates as they'd walked to the bar, did his best not to let them notice how he couldn't help but stare at their own tight packages, the curve of their asses. It was obvious to the predator that his favourite lineman was as gay as they came, and craving a good dicking, only he didn't want his team to know.
Which was what made this such a golden opportunity. After a minute or so he rose from his seat, padding over towards the restroom and slowly opening the door, lips splitting in a huge grin as he smelled the scent of sex and musk heavy in the air and heard the quiet but rhythmic slapping of skin against skin. Silently moving from stall to stall, the lithe cheetah found the one where his target had taken refuge, and pushed the door open, silencing any outburst by clamping his hand down around the nude bull's muzzle. He took a moment to admire every line of muscle he'd fantasized about, every inch of well trained meat he wanted to lick and kiss and grope, and spoke in a hushed whisper.
"Now now, I'm just here to help... you can even pretend I'm one of your sexy teammates... speaking of which, we wouldn't want them to know what you're doing in here, with two fingers up your ass and panting like a bitch in heat, would we?" He asked, letting go and sitting himself in the larger man's lap. His clawed fingers trailed about the much larger man's pecs and squeezed them, openly groping them while he rubbed his jeans down against the mammoth length that had been brought so close to completion. The cheetah moved to lick at the football player's ear, the man much too confused, and aroused, to push him away. "Just listen do what I say like a good bitch and I'll give you the ride you've always wanted, you sexy slut."
there is something else i want, but it seems a discontinued project at present.
I don't know if you're familiar with my characters from Dragon Slaying ā€“ if so, want to pick a girl or two (whoever you'd like) and write a ballbusting scene with P'oiu? Or if you'd like to do something Pokemon-related, maybe a BB battle between a busty Kangaskhan and a male Swampert?
I can give more details if you want, but I'm curious to see where you'd take things on your own. :)
The swampert still had that obnoxious grin on his face as the heavy chested Kangaskhan shook the water from her eyes. It was obvious the male had experience. He was quick to protect himself and his jewels, and just getting close to him was almost impossible. Worse still, she'd vainly accepted his 'swimsuit battle' idea before realizing how much of a disadvantage it gave her. With the victory condition changing to 'whoever's nude first loses', she couldn't be careless and charge into his blasts of water. Nor could she try to hit him from afar with her solarbeam. Sure that might make her win and tear off his speedo, but then she'd never get the chance to beat the arrogant prick's spuds into mush.
Finally she saw her chance, and dove under a bubblebeam that was just off target enough for her to avoid it by laying low. And while she did feel the sting of it against her back as it tore through the straps of her flimsy bra, even the freed weight of her mammoth jugs wasn't enough to distract her from the task of leaping on the surprised water type and pinning him to the ground. Before he could muster the strength to fight back she was sitting on his upper back, effectively pinning him down without effort as she hooked his legs under her arms,holding them fast with her elbows and grabbing his hips.
The male was surprisingly flexible, allowing her to easily nuzzle and lick the damp cotton covering his already erect length. She felt a bit of pride that the sight of her, even if she was trying to beat him to a pulp, had inspired such a hormone driven reaction. She even rewarded him with a nibble or three along his heavy sac. "Boy, you must have been saving up... Bit of a dumb idea when you've got a match scheduled, isn't it?" "Oh shut it.." he grunted, tapping the ground. "The match is over, just let me up already."
The female licked her lips and grinned, dragging her teeth along the trapped length, kissing and suckling on the tip, much to the humiliated swampert's dismay. "Oh poor, poor little loser... the match isn't done before you lose your trunks... we settled on that instead of a winner by forfeit, remember?" She took her time, showing the uncomfortably thick length as good a time as she could while it was trapped in the soon painfully encroaching clothing, moving her attention to his rather heavy balls when she started to hear the male's panting and see his hips thrusting for more. "There, now you're ready." She said simply, yanking on his speedo hard and giving the swampert the hardest Melvin of his life. He squealed as the cloth squeezed and tugged his poor, sensitive balls, making them clearly visible to the kangaskhan as she held the painful wedgie. And then she used her head, smashing her hardened skull against the trapped orbs, drawing another pained squeal. Again and again she hit his balls, loving the sensation of his squishy babymakers nearly flattening against her head, the poor plums trying their best not to pop.
The ordeal continued until the defeated male was nearly passed out, at which point she asked the audience if she should stop or keep going.
Of course the audience wanted the show to continue, so she repeated the process, bringing slowly to the edge of a bursting orgasm, tugging his swimwear and trapping his orbs in a painful wedgie, and then slamming against them so hard with her headbutts the male couldn't believe his eggs hadn't been popped yet.
Though it didn't look like the crowd would tell her to stop until they did.
I'll keep tossing ideas your way as long as you're interested ā€“ just let me know when you're sick of me, and feel free to do any or none of these. A few possibilities off my brainstorming list:
- Bowser kidnaps Princess Peach. Peach is tired of playing the damsel in distress. Bowser ends up squealing in another octave.
- Female knight (human? furry?) vs. fearsome male dragon. The knight claims she can defeat him without even using her sword, then proves it.
- A grad student seduces several of her male classmates into helping her with her senior research project: an analysis of the testicular fortitude of different species.
- Relatedly: a study on the effects of evolution on a male Pokemon's pain threshold. (I have the specific mental image of some guy's nut trapped tightly in a vice...then trapped even more tightly when he evolves and his junk grows accordingly.)
Since I'm tired at the moment, I'll just do the simplest one to write, but feel free to keep the ideas coming. It's always refreshing and really does help my other projects along nicely.
"J...Ah...ng.. J-Jane! Please! That's enough, it's too much!" the nidorino whined and pleaded, struggling against the ropes keeping his wrists tied to the desk's legs. The poison type could feel the droplets of sweat drip down his brow as the luscious, long legged ninetails giggled and rubbed a few of her luxuriously soft tails over his abused orbs. The steel vice that was currently squeezing them made it so that every heartbeat was an exercise in testicular agony, but the promise of a night of wild passion with his high school crush still had him hoping it was worth all of the pain.
"Oh, don't worry, I won't -break- them. So your threshold was just a bit further than this, if I remember correctly from last time..." She said, twisting the vice tighter by another half crank, the pain making the bound man squeal and nearly black out. He could barely think, could barely breathe. She'd managed to bring him to the very edge of where he'd fainted last time, and somehow being unable to faint only made the experience that much worse. As she sat her satin clad rear down against his exposed length, the pleasure of the softness and pressure was entirely lost to him as he tried not to cry from the pain the infernal device.
"Attaboy, what a strong man you are, enduring so much pain for little old me... And just like I promised, tonight we're going out to the club, you and I... but first, the final step of my project." As she spoke, the lupine kissed his lips, his jaw, his ears, nibbled along his collarbone and even dipped her tongue between his lips. The pain was blinding him to the point where he couldn't even notice, however, reacting on instinct and fervently kissing back, primal instincts needing to focus his pain into -something-. The small rock she'd taken out of her pocket glowed as she pressed it against his chest, the nidorino's entire body glowing white.
"Now in theory, you should have a much higher threshold than before in your new body..." She said, only to be interrupted by the soul rending scream of pain the newly transformed poison type gave out. His orbs, which had been fairly well flattened by the vice before, were now almost tripled in size and squeezed into near discs between the vice's clamps, trying to move out from the painfully hard grip but only managing to crush against each other and amplify the pain. It was like nothing he'd ever felt in his life. It was like hell had decided to take a vacation in his balls. And still he couldn't will himself unconscious, to escape the pain.
And then the fire type brought her fingers against the taught skin, smiling. "Perfect. Here we see that despite the sensitivity of your new body and the increased abuse, you're perfectly able to withstand it without passing out.... Now I'm going to flick them. Harder and harder, until you pass out. I want to see just how far this new threshhold of yours goes..."
Flick.
Flick.
Flick..
Each one harder than the last, each one sending shocks of pain through every fiber of his being.
Flick..
Flick...
Flick....
The koopa king snarled as he banged on the door, growling at any of the Toads who dared get anywhere close to him. "Come on out, Princess, before I burn down the whole castle!" Still the door wouldn't budge, the solid oak almost muffling Peach's reply. "Not today! I've been planning this trip for months! Another time, Bowser. " Of course, the proud king couldn't give in because of such a stupid reason. "I'll eat your guards if you don't come out right now!" he shouted back, which, as he'd expected, gave him the satisfaction of hearing the door unlock. Impatiently he pushed it open, eager to grab up his beloved in her lovely dress... only she wasn't wearing the dress. Instead, she wore pink cleats, knee high socks, a rather fetching pink pair of sporting shorts and a matching top. What really surprised the fire breathing despot, however, was the angry look in her eye, and the nine iron she was holding up behind her.
"Fore!"
The perfectly circular swing of the heavy metal rod ended with the weighted end slamming up between his exposed balls, Bowser's eyes bulging as his crunched eggs distorted from the blow. It hurt so much the large turtle fell on his back, too shocked and in pain to even curl up and protect himself. The moment of weakness was only that, a moment, but it was enough for Peach to gain the upper hand, stepping down on his bruised testicles with her golf cleats, twisting and squeezing his horribly pained gonads. "You know I have a girls day out on the last weekend of every month. And I'm not letting you ruin it. " She said, stomping down even harder on his plums, the koopa king certain that they were crushed into uselessness already. He certainly felt every single spike as it dug into his tough yet sensitive skin, however, every pound of pressure making him squeal. Even just the act of lifting her foot away, letting the poor orbs have some relief, was painful in and of itself.
And that was before the princess decided to teach the much larger creature a -real- lesson by showing him just how hard she could hit when she was going for a long drive.
"Let's see if I can hit these hard enough to make them fly..."
THWAP.
I think I'll stop taking advantage of your hospitality now, but thanks a ton :) I'll keep an eye out for anything you might post in the future.
Thanks a bunch for the watch <3
And seriously, thanks for suggesting these. Just being able to write something different helped me finish up the last three pages on another story I was working on <3~
L.o.L.
as long as i'm not commissioning you i have no real say for what you wanna put your pen to..
..if you so happen to write something that incorporates some more ball crushing, i may only hope it's a well-written story.