What about a Pokemon racing one? A small female jolteon rider accidentally misses the mark on her mount(male rapidash, holding her piggyback) and crops his balls instead of his ass. The surprised jolt of speed gives her an idea, and she decides to have fun on his next threadmill endurance run (focus on the cropping, possibly playing with herself while he runs, or teasing his hanging or strapped down shaft)

And you know me, always happy to write blurbs. A shame I'm not more active on the forum <\\<

Ha, I like :P You're imagining them both as sentient/anthro? I'm trying to decide how the Jolteon should frame her 'experimental' workout in order to get the guy to cooperate (or whether she should just tell him straight, and threaten to do far worse if he protests).

And if you're looking for blurb ideas...maybe a guy trying his hardest to stay standing while some girl kicks the spunk out of him? I started playing with this idea for my Battle Training stories, where a Nidoqueen teaches the Weak Spots course at a battle academy – a Lucario comes in after hours for "extra credit", and the only way the poor guy can pass is by surviving an onslaught of testicular trauma. If he hits the floor, he's getting an F...and that doesn't mean the "private lesson" will stop, either.

That, or take any entry that interests you off of my list above! Wouldn't mind some help with the workload :P

Yeah, I'm thinking both are anthros, or at least sentient if the rapidash is feral.

The ivisaur grinned at the water type clutching at his package, the otter whimpering pitifully. "What, you try and court me with a package that tiny, and you can't even take a bit of pain?" She asked, a pair of vines slipping under his hands and wrapping around the kicked plums. The delightful groan he gave excited her, encouraging the grass type to tug and pull sharply on the bruised eggs.

"We'll, maybe you aren't so bad after all..." She said with a smirk, grabbing the dewott's arms and holding them spread out wide. With malicious glee she squeezed his tender orbs with one vine until he was begging for her to stop, and the other was pulled back. The wail of pain from the smaller man was matched only by the heated moan she gave when her vine snapped down, a powerful whip hitting the exposed orbs with enough strength to squish them almost flat. The sight of the soft orbs squishing and changing shape with each new strike, the sound of his panicked wails, his wordless screams for mercy , made her hotter than she'd ever been.

"Such a tiny, pathetic prick... But so fun to abuse.." she muttered, wrapping both vines around his balls now, binding and crushing the mushed orbs, putting enough pressure to deform the eggs, make them try and escape to the sides. "I think I'll keep you." She added, walking back towards her home in the forest, dragging the protesting, crying water type by his swollen, nearly destroyed balls.

"Let's see how long I can keep it going~"

Enjoy my blurb.
Tyranitar gave a long low growl as he let his arms be lifted up and bound to the two thick wooden posts. He gave a gentle tug against the ropes that were used to bind him and with a slightly irritated growl found them quite secure. It wasn’t anything that he couldn’t rip free with a single hard yank, but it was enough to keep his arms up high, keep them from protecting himself for what he was about to endure.

All around him the tribe of nidorina and the lesser evolutions that would eventually become nidorina eventually gathered. All were covered in an odd blue or brown mud painted on their bodies in wild tribal swirls and patterns and all were eagerly looking between the tyranitar’s legs eagerly. He did his best to ignore them; his eyes were completely focused on the vision of beauty before him, and the vile demon that stood right next to her.

Standing across the small center of the village stood the flesh that had him standing here, putting everything on the line. A subtle but strong Nidoqueen, a powerful and overly lovely form of female flesh that sent him into all kinds of hot flashes and was the only reason he was willing to go through this little trial. Standing next to her however was an older, rounder, and all the more fierce version of the same mon. Her mother and the bitch who was about to try to scramble his balls into past if she could.

“We gather here today to test this outsider to see if he has the power, the strength, and the pure masculine endurance to mate with my daughter. This outside, this Tyranitar, claims he has what it takes to sate a queen’s lust. To help her bear many strong daughters and sons. I say he is a weak mon, and beyond that he lacks even the balls of a nidorino. Stranger, are you ready to face the test of man hood,” the older female called out, her eyes narrowing as she eyed the tyranitar’s groin, noting how his balls seemed to tremble in fear, a snarl rising to her face as she saw his cock peak out as his eyes glanced over to her daughter.

“I am,” he grunted, opening his claws to grip the wood holding him in place, his claws finding old marks in the ancient wood, probably from other males who had endured this test.

“Then let it be done,” the old female growled as she stalked forward. “Ten is all you must endure stranger. If you burst you fail, or if you beg for mercy you fail. If your seed erupts at any time then you are a true male who can take pain and turn it to your advantage. Endure or cum and you pass, pop or beg and you fail and you will be popped, now spread,” she growled, her left foot pawing at the ground slowly as if aching to kick the male.

Taking a deep breath the Tyranitar slowly spread his legs wide, trying to prepare himself for what was to come. However as his feet reached the full spread he closed his eyes briefly in a blink an as he did pain exploded in his balls. The bitch had barely waited before rushing forward, slamming her heavy foot deep into his nut stack, squishing his boys tight against his body while he howled in agony. It was a wordless scream that rang with all the subtle nuances of his pain as he slumped again the kick, his legs trembling roughly.

“One,” she growled as she back up for her next hit.

The Tyranitar moaned softly, as he slowly spiraled down from the gut wrenching agony as he gripped the wooden poles harder, using them to keep himself standing. As he sucked in another breath the second kick came flying in, earning a fresh howl from him as his claws dug in deep and his boys squirmed in their home. His eyes bugged out of his head as his body tried to register the second kick, his nerves still frayed from the first kick.

The next three kicks came one after the other, each earning another howl from him as he screamed his pain to the heavens as his tender potatoes struggled to maintain their shape. Already he could feel them swelling, hanging lower in their home as he struggled to keep standing, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tried to control his rising panic. He was going to lose this, he knew. His balls already felt like they were ready to rupture. The pain was so intense. Even as his tongue rolled out, trying to keep his sanity intact, his eyes fell upon the younger nidoqueen. The concern in her eyes, the loveliness of her form, the simple way she clutched at her heart as she watched his torture. He groaned roughly, looking back to the older female before straightening out again.

The old female growled, shooting an angry look to her daughter before she launched another three kicks rapidly into the big male’s groin. She nearly moaned herself as she felt her toes squish his balls nearly flat against his pelvic bone, the way he screamed himself horse as he struggled to remain upright. She growled as she watched the male struggle to get back to the proper position. He was a tough one all right, but no dirty non-nido was going to mate with her daughter. Not while she was here.

Raring back again for the ninth kick, her foot suddenly glowed as she charged forward; the male’s eyes growing wide as she suddenly slammed a Mega Kick right into his spuds, almost completely flattening them against his body. The howl was greater than she had ever heard from a male and the way his whole body spasmed was fantastic. However her eyes grew wide as she watched the muscles in the male’s arms bulge and strain, fighting to cover his groin. The wood creaked and cracked before snapping in two. The fury in the male’s eyes was only matched by the pain that she saw echoing there.

For a single brief instance the nidoqueen elder stepped back, fearful of what he was about to do to her. However the male simply trembled, stepping back between the poles and growling horsely. “Finish it,” he growled.

Before the queen could move forward to try and end the male’s nuts, a hand grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back. Jerking her head to the side she glared at the person who would dare interrupt the ritual and found herself staring into her daughters eyes.

“I shall end it mother,” she growled, shoving the older female back. “For you cannot be trusted to follow the rules of the ritual.”

The old female growled roughly but the eyes of the tribe burned upon her. She knew that she had broken tradition, and she knew that she had over stepped her bounds. Stepping back she growled roughly to her daughter. “Very well, but if you easy upon him, I shall have to step back in.”

The younger female nodded, looking over to her beloved. She could see the pain in his eyes, the way he trembled, and the over inflated look to his package. He was so close to rupture. He was so close to being ruined for life. However the way he gripped the poles now, free of their bounds, and the look of determination on his face let her know he could take it.

He gave his love a nod as she gazed upon him, the concern in her eyes touching him in so many ways. He was in such pain but he knew that his love would let him overcome whatever pain was coming from her. “Do it,” he moaned closing his eyes.

She returned his nod and slowly stepped back. Her foot kicking up the dust around her, smearing it to her foot before she darted forward. Her foot flashed upwards and slammed home, near all of her might right into his baby makers. She felt them deform, flatten, damn near rupture from the way they trembled. Yet they did not, instead as her foot fell down they bounced back to normal shape, even as his howl echoed loud and proud into the night.

He bellowed with all his fury. The pain rolling through him was greater than ever. The power of his love, the perfect placement of her foot against his crotch, she was a ballbuster that her mother would be quite proud of. A sharp crack of wood rang out as he crushed the pillars he was holding, shattering the ancient wood before he collapsed to his knees, tears now actively streaming down his face. With a slow motion he reached down, cupping his baby makers as he began to sob openly finally. The ordeal was over and his right to mate was secure. He was only half conscious of the fact his love was now wrapped around him, rocking him trying to make him feel better. He knew she was trying to rock away the pain, knew she was trying to ease his agony, but for now he wanted to accept it, wanted to feel it. This was his triumph, and this was the strength that he knew he was showing the tribe he was strong enough to father his love’s children and for now, the warmth of his love and the agony in his nuts was enough to keep him from losing his lunch all over the ground…for now at least.

Oooooh, awesome! Love the pairing and love the endurance scenario. Sounds like the guy earned his prize – I just hope he doesn't shoot blanks now! :P

Nah, if his boys make it through a mega kick, he is totally gonna have some awesome kids.

Also any more request for me? Need someone to kick my butt to keep writing.

THIS IS BEAUTIFUL!

Eep *hides* Glad you like.

I LOVE it! XD I'm a sucker for romance and sacrifice for love. ... and ballbusting.

this is all of those combined!

*smiles* glad I combined so many of the things you enjoyed into one story

Hmm. What about a male sandshrew trying to rape a female buneary, getting his pokeballs smacked until he can't get up, then having them chewed up as retribution?

Added to the list! The rape angle usually isn't my favorite, but it does provide one hell of a justification for busting :) Gotta prevent him from violating others and spreading those genes!

Yup yup! :)

Wouldn't mind seeing you do something with my characters Shayla and Lycan, think they'd fit in rather well for this type of project. Designed them with a twisted pack mindset in the sense that their relationship is more along the lines of master & pet/slave rather than siblings, think alpha and omega to the extreme. Sex factors pretty heavily into their lives and the femdom theme is easily established in that she is clearly the dominant one of the two, ballbusting could easily be something she could start experiment with even if she wasn't already dabbling in it. Even if you're not crazy about the whole incest thing it's no uncommon for her or their family to pass him around to their friends and other people for cash or entertainment.

best of all I have visual refs http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2226890/

Hmm...could definitely work. Basically just a (very twisted) older sis dominating her younger brother, yeah? Anything more specific I should know?

I suppose that depends on how much you would need to know really, there's a few stories centered around them running around along with a couple more pics.

If you are going the ballbusting rout at least with the MLP characters a silly idea might be to have twilight watching and taking notes or have someone else interested in what is going on.

I wouldn't mind seeing a Male Nidoking who fell for a female kangaskhan, same with her on first sight, with a large pair and crvyed body... But her tribe doesn't like males, so he decided to prove himself to the female that he can be her mate, by letting every female in her tribe kicking his large pouch, but he doesn't get them popped, he kinda gets laid at the end.

A fox (m) find an egocentric wolf (m) and use his ego for break his balls.
Something like:
Fox- Do you think that you are the best in everything, don't you?
Wolf- Yeah, because I'm the best
Fox- You are the best in testicle resistance? Because the best can resist 100 hits.
Wolf- Then, test me. *taking out his clothes*
And the fox hit his balls, but at a few hits, wolf's balls get broken.