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Chapter 14: Prison Break

"Haha!" Ray-Lynn turned another corner, almost giddy with relief. "We're almost free!"

The rest of the party hurried along behind him, glancing warily at every shadow. For the last half-hour, they had slowly wound their way towards the dungeon's exit, carefully avoiding the Queen's guards. When Veridia had come to break them all free from their holding cell, she had managed to smuggle in a few vials of dragon's gunk -- enough to heal everyone's wounds and boost their stamina for any battles ahead -- but without any weapons, the adventurers were woefully underprepared for a real confrontation.

Saga had been on high alert the entire time, and his talents as a rogue had been pushed to the limit. The feline had kept them safe so far with his expert skill for stealth, but it hadn't been easy to guide a centaur, an Amazonian dogkin, and a clumsy panther through the maze of hallways. It was a miracle that they had been able to avoid the Bitch Queen's henchbeasts for so long.

Unfortunately, the Alleycat suspected that their luck was about to come to an end.

Oliandra seemed to sense it too. The centaur reached instinctively for her bow, but winced silently as her fingers grasped at nothing. She exhaled slowly, trying to settle her nerves.

Veridia growled. "Be prepared. I think this is it."

"Sure is!" chirped Ray-Lynn, turning to look back at his companions. "Exit, straight ahea--"

BOOM.

The door at the other end of the hallway blew off its hinges, and a tangle of fur and teeth came roaring through. Wolfweres. Many wolfweres. It was difficult to count the precise number of enemies as they barreled into the great chamber, but they were clearly a sizable party: around a dozen strong, males and females alike. As they entered the room, they raised their voices together in a cacophonous, howling battle cry.

At the opposite end of the room, the adventurers had only moments to react. "Behind me!" growled Veridia, quickly grabbing Ray-Lynn by the shoulder and stepping in front of him. She pounded her right fist into her left palm, limbering up for paw-to-paw combat. "Let do this!"

Behind her, Oliandra narrowed her eyes and pawed at the ground, and Ray-Lynn scrabbled for the few magical items he had left in his pockets.

Saga moved quickly too, but in the opposite direction, taking a step backwards towards the stone wall behind them. Not because he was afraid, of course! No, the Alleycat had stared down more fearsome foes on many an occasion, and had the scars to prove it -- but as a thief, his greatest asset was his skill for stealth. By melting into the shadows, he could appraise the situation, rise above the din of battle, and strike at the most critical moment.

And so with great cunning, the male scooted backwards into the nearest corner, finding a comfortable spot to hide.

In the brief moment before their parties collided, Saga scanned the oncoming horde, quickly evaluating the situation. At the front was a vanguard of five...no, six attackers, some bounding forward on two legs and others running on all four. Behind that was a second clump of six holding back a few paces, perhaps waiting to see how the first group would fare before leaping into the fray themselves.

Saga was a bit surprised to see that the entire group was...well, nude. That was consistent with the wolfweres that they had encountered before, but he had assumed that the Bitch Queen's more elite troops would be outfitted with proper armor. The pack appeared to be unarmed as well, but that was less surprising -- after all, the wolfweres had never shown a proclivity for weapon use, and their claws could be deadly enough on their own. If only Saga and his companions still had their own equipment! But alas, almost all their weaponry had been seized by the Bitch Queen's forces after their capture. Saga's heart ached for a moment as he thought of his dagger -- the silver blade gifted to him by the Lady Emmeline -- but there was no use mourning a lost bit of metal, especially when it was a miracle that they had escaped with their lives at all.

So: there were twelve raging wolfweres, and...was that it? No, that couldn't be all. Where was their leader? Saga searched the room for a second more before spotting the three additional figures who had quietly slipped through the far doorframe. It was a trio of females, the tallest of whom could only be...

"Dalleth." The name came out as a whisper -- partly in fear, partly in awe. The Wolfwere Queene was said to strike a commanding figure, but Saga was still unprepared for the wild brown beauty that stood just a short distance away. She was bigger than he had expected: not tall enough to challenge Veridia, but perhaps a half-head taller than Ray-Lynn. And she was curvy. Very curvy. Two tan strips of cloth crossed her chest in an "X", and while they were enough to keep her covered for now, her breasts seemed ready to spill from the makeshift garment at any moment. Her taut midriff was bare, but another strip of cloth cut across her waist, hanging just low enough to cover her sex. At her side, the seductive curve of her hip was complimented by a jagged black blade that shone in the light. She strode forward on long, shapely legs, her bare feet gliding across the rough stone floor.

And beside her...those had to be her pawmaidens, Nerys and Raura, whose notoriety was second only to the Queene herself. Saga's eyes widened further as he took in the sight. The pair had inherited none of their Queene's scant modesty -- instead they both stood nude, their nubile bodies on full display.

The one on the left was lithe and lean, and the cock of her hip made her look almost like a posed sculpture. She smiled with an expression of genuine joy, and her teeth shone in her mouth like a tidy row of white knives. Somehow she appeared even longer-legged then her liege, despite her shorter, slighter stature. Saga watched as she reached up to brush her hair from her eyes, running her fingers through the well-groomed fur.

By contrast, the wolfwere on the right was a tank, albeit a gorgeous one. From head to toe, her body was finely honed muscle, a perfect killing machine composed of flesh and sinew. She planted a paw on her hip and grimaced, running her tongue across her fangs. If Dalleth's first pawmaiden had seemed like a statue, then this one seemed like a monolith: stoic and immovable.

It was a long moment before Saga found his breath again. Dangerous or not, Dalleth and her companions were arrestingly gorgeous, and the Alleycat couldn't help but feel a stirring in his loins.

The dragon's gunk he had drunk a short while ago wasn't helping, either. Sure, it made an excellent potion with its strong regenerative effects, but it was also a well-known aphrodesiac, and now the male could feel its effects quite strongly. It had been days since the rogue had last had a private moment, and now he practically ached with lust at the sight before him.

Saga shook his head, trying to clear his mind. This was no time to be distracted! The rest of the party was about to be tied up in an all-out brawl, but perhaps he could sneak his way to Dalleth's side and ambush her. With their Queene subdued, the rest of the pack would surely submit and let the adventurers through...

Meanwhile, the rest of Saga's companions had failed to even notice Dalleth's entrance, and had instead chosen to focus on the dozen raging beasts bearing down on them. Priorities, and all that.

Ray-Lynn was the first to make a move. With a barked command and a snap of his wrist, the panther flicked a small obsidian disk towards the front of the pack. As it struck the ground, the disk exploded in a burst of ultra-bright light. The wolfweres at the front of the pack yelped in pain and surprise, stumbling to the ground as they were temporarily blinded by the flash.

From the shadows, Saga raised an eyebrow. Not too shabby. Perhaps the young mage was finally starting to come into his own.

Unfortunately Ray-Lynn's glory was short-lived, as another wolfwere leapt over her fallen comrade and promptly slugged the panther in the jaw. He staggered backwards with a cry, tripping over his own tail for a moment before promptly falling on his rear.

Still, that was enough of a distraction for Veridia to strike. The massive dogkin brought her fist down heavily on the back of the female wolfwere's head, connecting with a sickly crack that reverberated through the room. As the beast slumped to the floor in an undignified pile, Veridia had already pivoted towards her next target. She lashed out with her right leg, her muscled calf slicing through the air until--

Crunch.

Her footpaw came to an abrupt stop, buried deep between the legs of the nearest wolfwere. The poor male bounced into the air from the impact, and his muzzle twisted in agony as his testicles absorbed the full force of the brutal blow. He landed shakily back on his feet, and managed to stagger a few feet away before collapsing into a shivering heap. His tail tucked between his legs in a vain attempt to shield his nethers, but it was a futile gesture: The Boots had already claimed their first victim, and the hapless lycanthrope would be aching for days to come.

For a split second, his packmates seemed at a loss. Even by a wolfwere's standards, Veridia's fury was intimidating, and the other males in particular seemed unnerved by the sight of their comrade's swift defeat.

Unfortunately for the pack, Veridia had no plans of stopping after just one casualty. Before the first male had finished hitting the ground, she had already stepped past him to line up her next attack. Seizing the next male roughly by the shoulders, she drove her knee up into his groin, making his entire body quake from the force of the strike.

The wolfwere's fuzzy orbs had nowhere to escape. If Veridia had been paying close attention, the dogkin might have felt two small lumps quivering in resistance against her thigh, fighting desperately to maintain their structural integrity as they were squashed out of shape.

For a brief moment, those two flattened ovals were the male's entire world, as his brain struggled to comprehend the flood of signals sent from his groin. His initial squawk of surprise transitioned to a breathless mewl, and his paws flew to Veridia's leg, clutching desperately at the source of his pain. As the dogkin withdrew her leg, the wolfwere collapsed against her, his muzzle buried between her breasts for a brief second before he slid ungracefully down the length of her body.

From his hidden spot outside of the action, Saga couldn't help but notice that Dalleth seemed to be enjoying the fight. The Queene was grinning, eyes glued eagerly to the carnage playing out in front of her.

Veridia wasn't the only one putting up a fight. Although Oliandra was a bit out of her element -- the centaur was an archer by trade, after all -- she could still put her size and strength to good use. As two more wolfweres leapt towards her, she reared up onto her hind legs and kicked out with her forehooves, aiming for blood.

One hoof struck a wolfwere just below the chin, sending his head snapping back with enough force to dislodge several teeth. The predator collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Her other hoof also connected, striking the second wolfwere squarely in the shoulder. The blow was enough to send him spinning with a yelp, but his momentum continued to carry him forwards, and the male slid to a stop by Oliandra's flank. The wolfwere snarled in pain, hissing through his teeth as he clutched at his wounded arm. The limb hung loosely at his side, and for a moment it seemed that he might be incapacitated. Oliandra shifted, preparing to kick him with her back legs--

--but before she could react, the male had climbed to his knees and lunged towards her once more, slashing with his good arm. His claws left three trails of red across the centaur's side.

Oliandra cried out, stumbling sideways to escape her attacker. She kicked out blindly and managed to catch the wolfwere's leg, sending the male sprawling to the ground once more. That would buy her a moment, but there was very little room to manuever -- and anyway, another wolfwere female was approaching from the front. Oliandra's nostrils flared. With her back to the wall, the centaur reared back once more, preparing to strike with as much force as she could...

Stomp. Ray-Lynn's heart skipped a beat as a furred footpaw slammed down between his spread legs, missing his groin by a mere hair's breadth.

It had taken the panther a moment to regain his bearings after being socked in the jaw and knocked to the floor. For a moment, the wizard had been so dazed that he had forgotten where he was. Perhaps he'd gotten into another bar fight at that tavern in Ma'Karach? As the male's vision had slowly come back into focus, some buried survival instinct had told him to scoot backwards as quickly as he could -- and sensing danger, he had obeyed.

Luckily for Ray-Lynn, that had been just enough to save his testicles from a very thorough flattening. Even so, the female attacking him was close enough to tickle his scrotum with her toeclaws, if she had wished. Despite himself, Ray-Lynn's member twitched at the thought.

Not that the wolfwere planned to be that gentle. Growling, she raised her footpaw again, quickly taking aim before letting loose with another stomp.

Ray-Lynn squeaked in fear, his entire body contorting to get his kittenmakers out of harm's way. Once again, the panther managed to avoid the blow -- though this time, the margin of error was even smaller. One of the wolfwere's razor-like claws raked across the front of the male's breeches, slicing through the fabric like a hot knife through butter.

A moment later, the panther's genitals spilled out onto the floor with an unceremonious plop.

The sight of her targets only renewed the wolfwere's bloodlust. "MINE," she snarled, grinning wildly as she thrust her footpaw forward into the wizard's groin.

The panther tried to dodge once more, but his luck was bound to run out at some point, and so it did. Though Ray-Lynn avoided the worst of the blow, the female still managed to trap his right nut for a moment against his tensed inner thigh, briefly squashing the orb out of shape before it slipped free.

"Guh." Ray-Lynn's eyes went wide, his pupils shrinking to tiny dots. It was only a light hit compared to some of the others he had experienced -- that kick from Veridia's Boots a few days ago had been a thousand times worse, for instance -- but it rekindled a lot of bad memories, and the male was not eager to experience that level of mind-melting agony again. Instinctively, he shoved the wolfwere's ankle away with one paw, his other paw moving to cradle his bare sac.

The lycanthrope stumbled for a moment as she was thrown off-balance, but quickly pressed her assault once more. Ray-Lynn kicked at her shins in a haphazard attempt to defend himself, but she easily dodged his flailing limbs and slipped in closer, drawing her muscled leg back and slamming her footpaw up into his pelvis.

The panther yowled as his fingers were crushed by the force of the kick, and as a second wave of nausea swept through his gut. His paw had shielded the blow somewhat, but his jewels had still received a solid thump, and he was fairly certain the wolfwere had just broken one of his fingers. He clutched roughly at the female's calf with his good paw, trying to still the shapely limb and prevent it from scrambling his eggs any further.

The wolfwere seemed amused at the male now wrapped around her leg. "Good luck with that," she rasped with a ragged chuckle. Crouching down, she grabbed Ray-Lynn by the wrists, pulling his paws away and exposing his groin once more. Quickly she dropped to the floor and moved into a grappling pose, straddling one of the panther's thighs and pinning his arms to his sides.

Ray-Lynn struggled for a moment, attempting to push her off or roll away, but the situation was...distracting, to stay the least. It had been less than an hour since the young panther had downed an entire bottle of dragon's gunk, and even with his stones aching fiercely, it was hard to ignore the naked female that was now right on top of him. Especially when her breath was hot in his face, and her breasts were brushing against his chest...

The panther's cock stirred and stiffened, poking up against the short fur of the lycanthrope's stomach--

--and then her knee came crashing into his balls, and any libidinous impulses were forgotten. Ray-Lynn squealed as his gonads were flattened across the wolfwere's kneecap, the twin spheres both pounded up into his pelvis. This time the female had struck him dead-on, and a sharp burst of agony sliced through the wizard's gut, followed by a dull roar of nausea. His muzzle parted in a low moan, his hips twitching in an attempt to put distance between his aching loins and the wolfwere's deadly limb.

The female did withdraw her leg a moment later, but the respite was short-lived. Ray-Lynn's moan leapt in pitch as the wolfwere's knee came crashing home a second time, hard enough to make her breasts bounce with the force of the impact. This time, her aim was less precise, but the result was almost worse. Ray-Lynn's right spud escaped unharmed, but his left spud was caught squarely and crushed to a fraction of its normal width before it managed to squirm away. The pain raced up Ray-Lynn's spine like a bolt of lightning, setting every nerve on fire as it went.

"My balls," the panther croaked. Or tried to croak, at least. His body was having a difficult time processing commands at the moment, and all that escaped his lips was an inarticulate mewling sound.

Above him, the lycanthrope grinned toothily as she pistoned her knee up into her prey's crotch for a third time, watching his whole body spasm from the blow. She had to give the panther credit: most males tried to surrender after the first or second knee, but the wizard still seemed to be struggling in resistance. Or, well, maybe he had skipped over the "trying to surrender" phase and gone straight into the "overwhelmed by testicular shock" phase. It was often hard to tell.

Still, as much as she liked playing with her victims, she needed to take him out of the fight for good. Coolly the female lifted her knee for a moment, letting the panther's naked gonads flop back down and spread out on the hard stone floor. She glanced down to line up her targets -- and then paused, blinking in surprise at the stiff length of pantherhood that was standing up to greet her. That was unusual...but then again, men had all sorts of interesting reactions when they were about to lose their testicles.

She ran her tongue across her fangs, looking back up at the wide-eyed wizard. "Enjoy," the wolfwere grunted, and then dropped her full weight onto the male's nutsac.

All color drained from Ray-Lynn's face as the wolfwere dropped knee-first onto his jewels, pinning the soft orbs between her kneecap and the rough stone of the floor. With no safe haven to escape to, the panther's balls spread out across the ground like rubbery pancakes, or like bubble wrap caught under a steamroller. The poor orbs seemed ready to burst...and yet, the two kittenmakers stubbornly held their shape.

Such was the power of dragon's gunk! By all rights, the panther's berries should have been reduced to jam, but the bottle of gunk that he had drained earlier ensured that his spuds would endure through almost anything. Not that that did anything to dull the pain. As his spunk-filled orbs were squashed to their limits, Ray-Lynn howled and jackknifed at the waist, his body attempting to curl into the fetal position in an effort to protect his reproductive future.

The panther's reflexes were his savior. His arms were still pinned, but his legs were not, and as his whole body spasmed under the wolfwere's knee, his own knee shot upwards into her throat. The blow was imprecise, but it was enough to set the female sputtering and to knock her off-balance. She let go of the panther's wrists, leaning back and raising her paws in self-defense.

It was a perfect opening for Ray-Lynn...but it also placed the panther's plums into even further peril. As the wolfwere staggered sideways, her weight shifted, and suddenly her knee was planted squarely atop his right gonad. Agony bloomed in the panther's gut as his single kittenmaker was pressed even flatter, the delicate orb quivering desperately bemeath the wolfwere's bulk.

Ray-Lynn had never been much of a brawler, but adrenaline and self-preservation were both powerful motivators. With a strength borne of desperation, the panther clasped his paws together and clubbed the wolfwere across the face as hard as he could.

Miraculously, that seemed to do it. The female's head spun with the force of the blow, and a second later she slumped to the side, unconscious. Ray-Lynn's trapped testicle trembled beneath her weight for one more agonizing moment before finally squirting away to freedom.

Immediately the male curled into a ball, his paws buried between his legs. "Oh gods," he gasped shakily, trying not to pass out or vomit or both. The ache in his loins was apocalyptic. The wizard wanted nothing but to spend the rest of the day clutching his testes and reassuring himself that they were still intact.

Unfortunately, there was still a battle to be fought. Ray-Lynn had barely a moment to recover before another wolfwere bounded forwards, his claws at the ready. The lycanthrope sneered down at the wounded male, sizing up his helpless prey. "I'll make this quick," he jeered.

"Not quick enough," growled Veridia.

Thump. The wolfwere was lifted onto his toes as the Amazonian caught him from behind and drove her footpaw between his spread thighs. His eyes went wide with pain and shock as his orbs were momentarily crushed out of shape, sandwiched between the hard bone of his pelvis and the unforgiving steel of the dogkin's Boots. The male spluttered for a moment, trying to find words for his agony, but it was as though his balls had been kicked all the way up into his throat.

Satisfied that her opponent had been neutralized, Veridia withdrew her leg and let the male crumple to the floor. The hulking dogkin was bleeding in multiple places now -- a bad gash across her back, another deep cut across her left thigh -- but she had more than returned the damage. Eight wolfweres lay indisposed, either knocked unconscious or wishing that they had been. Her Boots had caused quite a bit of swelling.

Veridia's body ached with exertion, and her mind was blurring from exhaustion. Without the dragon's gunk she had downed earlier, she might have already succumbed to her wounds, but there was fight left in her yet, and she forced herself to focus once more. Eight wolfweres down -- that meant four wolfweres left to take care of. She could see two enemies off to her left, stuggling with Oliandra, and another male a few paces further away, keeping a cautious distance. But where was the last--

"Gotcha!"

The dogkin turned at the last second, but it wasn't enough. Veridia cried out as the last wolfwere leapt onto her back, his claws slicing through her leather armor and biting into the flesh of her shoulders. The male quickly reached out to swipe at her jugular, but thankfully the Amazonian anticipated the move, raising her forearm to block the slash. She hissed through gritted teeth as his claws drew blood, but she still managed to grab hold of his wrist before he could pull his paw back.

A moment later, the wolfwere tried the same slash with his other paw, with the same result. Now Veridia had both the male's wrists in her grip, trapping him in an odd, non-consensual piggy-back.

Veridia snarled. Her arms hurt. Her legs hurt. Her body hurt. She wanted his body to hurt too.

Roughly she yanked the wolfwere's arms down towards her chest, snapping her head backwards at the same time. Her skull met her opponent's muzzle with a crack, and the male yelped in surprise. Dazed from the blow, he hung limply for a moment, no longer struggling to escape the Amazonian's grip.

That bought the dogkin the few seconds she needed. Grimly, Veridia brought his wrists together in front of her breasts, so that she could clasp them both in one huge paw. With her other paw freed, the dogkin reached behind her back. It only took a moment for the female to find what she was looking for. When she did, the wolfwere tensed violently.

"Y'know, there are a lot of ways t' knock a guy out," Veridia barked, fingers tightening. "But this is my favorite."

Meanwhile, just a few paces away, Oliandra was struggling to defend herself from multiple attackers. The centaur had disabled one male enough to knock him to the floor, but he was still slashing dangerously at her legs, forcing her to dodge further away every few seconds. Meanwhile, a female wolfwere was attacking her from the front, attempting to dance past the centaur's hooves and cut into her torso. A third wolfwere was only a few steps further away, carefully observing the action.

The female wolfwere had been searching for an opening, but finally she lost patience and darted forwards, her claws at the ready. Luckily, Oliandra was ready too. The centaur kicked out with her hooves and caught her opponent squarely in the chest with an ugly crack. The wolfwere yelped in pain, clutching her ribs as she tumbled to the ground.

The male at Oliandra's feet tried attacking as well, taking advantage of the momentary distraction. Unfortunately Oliandra was not prepared this time, and she cried out as his claws sliced into the back of one of her rear legs. The archer stumbled sideways as she tried to shake off the wolfwere, and succeeded in knocking him onto his back. His head bounced against the hard stone floor, and the male groaned, dazed.

Oliandra took a split second to glance back at her leg, trying to survey the damage -- and in that split second, the third wolfwere leapt forward with a snarl. He slashed at the centaur's face, and only Oliandra's quick reflexes kept her from losing an eye. As it was, the wolfwere left deep gashes in her cheek. "Ah!" the female cried, staggering backwards in an attempt to retreat to safety.

Just a pace behind her, a very unlucky wolfwere was still sprawled out on the floor. The poor male shook his head groggily, and opened his eyes just in time to see his opponent's rear hoof come down directly in the center of his nutbag.

For the hapless wolfwere, time seemed to freeze. There had been no time to react -- no time to do anything but watch as half a ton of centaur came down on two of the most delicate parts of his body. His plums offered little resistance, instantly flattened to a fraction of their typical plumpness. The lycanthrope's sex life flashed before his eyes. And then...by some miracle, his furry eggs slipped out to either side of the female's hoof, their contents thoroughly scrambled but still in one piece. The male felt a surge of relief in his gut, followed by an even more fierce surge of nausea.

But there were other perils still afoot. Oliandra tried to take another step backwards and immediately tripped over the supine male. After a moment's flailing, she crashed down on top of him, her rear landing squarely in his lap. The male's eyes grew as big as saucers as his jewels were caught beneath her weight once more, crushed beneath a thousand pounds of muscle.

Across the room, Saga winced at the lycanthrope's agonized howl, his fur standing on end. If there was anything that could dull his dragon-gunk-fueled libido, it was that.

The Alleycat had slowly and carefully made his way towards the other end of the hallway -- the end where Dalleth and her pawmaidens still stood. Bravely he had crawled from hiding place to hiding place, always concealing himself from the enemy, hoping to preserve the element of surprise. The brawl had provided an excellent distraction, and so far, the Wolfwere Queene seemed completely unaware of his presence. Still, Saga found himself increasingly...distracted...as he grew closer to the trio of females. The three were absolutely gorgeous, and there was now a tenting in the feline's trousers that was unlikely to go away any time soon.

At the start of the fight, Dalleth had seemed quite happy to sit back and observe, but her enjoyment had waned as she watched her soldiers fall one by one. Now the buxom female wore a sneer of disgust.

"Amateurs," she scoffed. Her footpaw tapped impatiently against the floor. "Hmph. I really thought they could do better. Raura, will you clean up this mess?"

"Gladly," rumbled the heftier pawmaiden, curling her paws into fists and stepping forwards.

Saga shrunk into a corner as the lycanthrope strode past him and thundered forwards into the fray. Despite himself, the Alleycat's eyes lingered on her backside, tracing the lines of her bare fur. Raura was sculpted with muscle from head to toe, and her beauty was intimidating. The male found himself momentarily hypnotized as he watched her toned rear shift with each step, and his member ached with desire.

Oliandra had collapsed onto her side, overcome by her injuries. While the dragon's gunk in her system was already working to knit up the worst of her wounds, the male wolfwere standing over her had no intent of giving her time to heal. He stood over his prey, savoring his victory for a moment before he finished her with a lethal strike.

But then an oversized paw clamped down on his shoulder, and the male found himself lifted off his feet. He yelped in surprise, flailing wildly and twisting his neck to see who had grabbed him from behind.

Veridia held the wolfwere aloft at arm's length, sizing up her opponent. As his legs scrabbled at the air, she glanced down at the two furry orbs bobbling between his thighs. That technique had been working well for her so far, so for what seemed like the umpteenth time that day, she brought her knee up, hard.

All breath was driven from the lycanthrope's body as his testicles were pounded flat against his pelvis. The dogkin's massive thigh took up any available space that his jewels might try to escape to, and as a result his gonads were forced to soak up the undiminished force of the blow. At full strength, it might have turned the wolfwere's plums into pudding -- but with Veridia exhausted from battle, the male was saved from a full neutering. Instead his orbs rearranged themselves around the female's knee, forced to abandon their usual round shape in order to survive.

It was excruciating, and the wolfwere reacted accordingly. "...My nuts," he squeaked, eyes wide in shock. His paws gripped futilely at Veridia's leg, as though to pry it away from his flattened ballsac. "Ohhhh gawds..."

Raura rolled her eyes, watching the last member of the pack writhe on the dogkin's knee. What a disappointment. Still, he was providing an excellent distraction -- the big female was turned away, and she seemed completely unaware that anyone was approaching. As Raura watched, Veridia drew her leg back once more, her muscles bulging in preparation.

"P-please, not agai--...my fucking nuts!"

Raura's ear twitched as the male's plea jumped in pitch, spiking upwards into the soprano. Carefully she stepped over one of her fallen kin, keeping a watchful eye on Veridia. If she was going to surprise her opponent, it had to be swift and brutal. Claws weren't going to do it -- the dogkin was covered in scratches, but she hardly seemed to notice, and it was barely slowing her down. No, it would have to be one solid blow. Something like...

"NononoNO-...OH GODS MY NUTS--"

The wolfwere reached down, grabbing one of her unconscious comrades by the ankle. With a grimace, she lifted the body off the ground, swinging it in a wide circle over her head. Like a tornado, she spun towards her target: once, twice, three times, until finally...

--CRACK. Veridia staggered sideways, stars exploding in her eyes as she was bludgeoned across the back of the head. She dropped the male wolfwere whose testes she had been tenderizing, struggling to stay on her feet as her vision went dark at the edges. Groggily she turned, trying to find her attacker--

--CRACK. Another blow to the back of the head, and finally Veridia could take no more. The massive dogkin toppled to her knees, then sprawled across the floor in an ungainly heap.

Raura let out a long, slow exhale, looking down at her toppled foe. When she was sure the Amazonian wasn't going to get up, she carefully set down her makeshift club, taking care not to do any more damage than she already had. She looked down at the wolfwere's body and bit her lip guiltily. The soldier would be alright, probably. Wolfweres were a sturdy species, and regeneration did wonders.

With her largest foe disposed of, Raura surveyed the rest of the room. To her left, the enemy centaur lay passed out on the ground, with a male wolfwere still trapped beneath the weight of her lower body. The poor sap looked quite delirious -- his jaw slack, his eyes unfocused, clutching weakly at the female's rump -- but he didn't appear to be in any mortal danger, and Raura doubted she could free him from beneath the centaur's body anyway.

That left one other combatant: the panther. Raura turned back to her right, expecting to see the male still curled in the fetal position -- but to her extreme surprise, he had managed to climb back to his feet. One of his paws was latched defensively around his swollen spuds, but the other was thrust out in front of him, his fingers spread wide.

"Stay back," Ray-Lynn warned shakily. His 'nads still radiated agony, but he forced himself to stand as upright as he could, trying to strike an imposing figure.

The wolfwere snorted in disbelief, planting a paw on her hip. "Ha! Seriously?" She watched him take an unsteady step forwards, his legs trembling like jelly beneath him. "Look, kid...I'm impressed that you still want to fight, but I'm pretty sure I could knock your balls into your ribcage before--"

"I'm armed." His gaze flicked down to his outstretched paw -- or more specifically, to the large ruby ring on his middle finger. The red gemstone glowed with a magical energy, and patches of cloudiness swirled across its surface like a distant storm. "J-just a few words and I could blow this entire room sky-high."

Saga observed with interest from the other side of the room. He was almost certain that the sorceror didn't have any explosive rings, or any other magical items of that sort. This had to be a bluff! It was an unusually clever move from the panther, and Saga took advantage of the distraction to creep ever closer to the Wolfwere Queene herself.

Raura's eyes narrowed, and she paused, considering her options. She wasn't too familiar with magic, but she'd seen some unbelievable things in the Bitch Queen's army, and an exploding ring sounded plausible enough. It was hard to tell if the panther was serious enough to make good on his threat.

It was also hard to take the panther seriously with his genitals still protruding from the hole in his pants. Even from a distance, his kittenmakers were noticeably swollen behind his protective paw...and despite the testicular abuse he had suffered, his cock stood stiffly at attention. As Raura watched, the male's length twitched weakly, as though begging for a partner's touch. Perhaps she could take advantage of that libido...

The female took a slow step towards the panther, taking care not to make any sudden movements. Casually she folded her arms beneath her breasts, pushing them upwards to accentuate her cleavage. "You're not going to do that," she asserted, her voice as relaxed and reassuring as she could make it.

Ray-Lynn's steely gaze faltered, and his cock twitched again. "I...I, um." He blinked, shaking his head. "I-I'll do it. Now let me and my friends through, and or else I'll--"

"Oh, I believe you," she purred. Her tail flicked seductively behind her, and her hips swayed as she took another step forwards. "And I'm sure we can make a deal for you and your friends. Maybe some kind of...trade."

The panther was openly ogling her now. It was an obvious ploy, but the sorceror was exhausted, and his raging hormones were more than enough to override his good sense. "...A trade?" he asked blankly, his paw falling loosely to his side.

Another step forwards. They were only a few paces apart now. "Yeah," she breathed, "a trade. I give you what you want, and you..." Her eyes dipped to his groin. "You give me what I want."

A little shudder ran through Ray-Lynn's body. His cock was like a bar of iron, and his head spun with lewd images. Still, some last shred of intelligence made him hesitate.

"...This isn't a trick, is it?" he squeaked, overwhelmed as the female came to a stop in front of him. She stood at the same height as the sorceror, and his eyes slowly drifted downwards: first lingering on the curves of her breasts, then the muscled lines of her stomach, then the tuft of fur above her sex--

Raura smirked. "Oh come on," she purred, running her tongue across her fangs. "I just want to make sure those big balls of yours still work..."

Ray-Lynn's breath caught in his throat as the female lowered herself to one knee. His dick twitched in anticipation as he pictured the wolfwere taking him into her muzzle, her tongue curling around his aching length--

And then a furry blur vaulted over Raura's shoulders.

"Hi!" exclaimed Nerys.

Ray-Lynn's eyes widened. "Oh shi--"

The panther was knocked clean off his feet as the smaller female tackled him at full speed -- but that wasn't even the worst part. The worst part was the uppercut that Raura slammed up between his spread thighs. By the time Ray-Lynn and Nerys had finished tumbling to the ground, Raura had already landed a second punch, and Ray-Lynn's gut was a pit of nausea.

"My balls!" croaked the sorceror. Nerys's tackle had driven the air from his lungs, and the naked wolfwere still lay heavily on top of him. He gasped for air, wheezing violently as Raura's knuckles pounded into his swollen spunkmakers for a third time.

"Aww, cheer up bud." Nerys moved to straddle the panther, pulling his head into her chest and burying his muzzle between her breasts. "See? This isn't so bad, right?"

Ray-Lynn's only response was a muffled squeal as his 'nads were hammered once again. He squirmed beneath Nerys in an attempt to break free, but battle had taken its toll, and the male was far too weak to mount an effective defense.

Nerys frowned as the panther continued to mewl breathlessly into her cleavage, his cry lilting upwards with each new blow. "Hmmmmm." She glanced back at her companion. "You know, he's not enjoying this as much as I hoped he would."

Raura paused for a moment, examining her opponent's junk. The panther's ballsac was essentially a punching bag at this point, but his erection was still as hard as stone, and it showed no sign of disappearing any time soon. She gave the stiff length a gentle poke and watched it bob in the open air. "Oh, he's doing alright."

Then her gaze drifted higher. Nerys's round rear sat just a short distance above Ray-Lynn's length, and her tail wagged slowly back and forth, just barely brushing against the tip of the panther's length. "You don't feel that against your tail?" Raura asked. "Slide back a bit."

"Hm?" Nerys shifted backwards experimentally, her look of confusion melting into a grin as something warm and firm pressed up against her ass. "Mmm, there we go." She wriggled in place for a moment until the panther's length was comfortably nestled between her rumpcheeks. "He's got a nice dick, doesn't he?"

Her repositioning had freed up Ray-Lynn's muzzle slightly, and the sorceror frantically gulped down a breath of fresh air. "My nuts," the panther reiterated with a groan, trying to reach past Nerys's bare thighs to clutch his well-worked walnuts.

Raura blinked. "Ah, right." The wolfwere raised her fist high, then slammed it back down on Ray-Lynn's kittenmakers with a healthy thump. The male responded with a fresh squawk of agony, his spread legs jerking involuntarily.

Nerys rocked her hips backwards, grinding against the poor male's pole. "Ooh," she remarked delightedly, "I swear I felt him throb when you did that..."

Dalleth smiled. About time. The Queene folded her arms across her chest as she watched her pawmaidens take turns teasing and traumatizing the panther, earning all manner of moans and gasps from the helpless sorceror. It was nice to see that at least some of her subjects could handle themselves in battle.

Just a few paces away, Saga held his breath. Through a combination of expert skill and dumb luck, the Alleycat had managed to work his way around the entire perimeter of the room, and he now stood directly behind the Wolfwere Queene. As he had snuck closer, it had seemed almost inevitable that the Queene would notice him...but thankfully Ray-Lynn's ongoing ordeal had made for an excellent distraction. Saga made a mental note to thank the panther for his efforts if they made it out alive.

For now, though, it was all up to Saga. The situation was dire, but perhaps if he could take Dalleth hostage, he could negotiate with the other wolfweres for the release of his friends. In normal circumstances, the rogue would have slipped behind the female and held his dagger to her throat...but his dagger had been confiscated during their capture. The Alleycat considered using his claws for a moment, but they were too blunted to constitute a real threat. No, he needed a real blade.

Luckily, a real blade was available. Dalleth wasn't wearing much, but she DID have a curved black dagger hanging from a harness on her right hip, and its edge looked plenty sharp enough for negotiating purposes.

The feline bit his lip. That was risky. Pickpocketing usually required some clever misdirection, or a crowd to disappear into. Without those protections, there would only be a split second to steal the blade before Dalleth noticed and reacted. Would that be enough time to subdue her?

Saga thought hard for a moment, but he failed to see a better option, and every passing second increased the chance of being discovered. Gathering up his courage, the rogue took a careful step forwards. His eyes fell to Dalleth's furred hips...

Her hips. Which were...wow. For the past few minutes, Saga hadn't actually looked at Dalleth very much -- he'd been too busy trying to evade her attention, and women tended to notice when they were being watched. But now, with the canine right in front of him and a full pint of dragon's gunk still coursing through his veins, the Alleycat felt a surge of lust flow through him.

From the front, Dalleth had been covered by some limited but ultimately effective clothing...but from the back, the wolfwere was almost naked. Sure, a few strips of cloth wrapped around her shoulders and helped to hold up her top, but her loincloth made no effort to cover her from the back, and as a result Saga was presented with an unobscured view of the wolfwere's backside. For a moment, the male seemed hypnotized, watching the subtle movement of her rear as she shifted her weight from one footpaw to the other. His member pressed rigidly against the front of his trousers.

And by the gods -- she was tall, too. Granted, Saga was a tad on the short side, but Dalleth was more than a head taller than he was. From the front, his face might have been level with her breasts. The thought was appealing.

It was a long moment before the Alleycat realized that he had stopped creeping forwards. He shook his head, trying to force himself to focus despite the ache in his loins. The rogue knew better than to develop a crush on an opponent. An adventurer with his experience would NEVER allow himself to be seduced by the enemy!

...Or, well, okay, maybe he HAD fallen hard for a few villains in the past -- the Demon-Empress of the Wastes, and that one time with the dragoness. But he had learned from those experiences! Those very, very sexy experiences. Which he still thought about regularly.

His cock felt like a bar of iron.

Grimacing, the feline took another cautious step forwards, taking care to stay clear of the female's luxurious-looking tail. Dalleth's dagger was in reach now, if he was brave enough to actually take it, and if he could focus long enough to tear his eyes away from her ass.

His mind full of lewd thoughts, the Alleycat leaned closer. His breath was slow and steady, and his fingers trembled as he reached for the knife at her hip. Carefully he pinched the hilt between his thumb and forefinger and began to pull, watching with rapt attention as the blade slowwwwly slid free of its harness.

His head swam with the smell of her. He could feel his heartbeat in his ears.

And then -- it was done! The dagger was in his paw. With a silent exhale of relief, he began to pull his arm back, his gaze lingering on the wolfwere's taut rear for just a split second longer--

Suddenly, Dalleth's ears swiveled.

Saga saw the lycanthrope tense, but his reflexes were dulled by arousal, and before he could react, she had already struck. Her right paw slapped down on top of his, knocking the dagger from his grip and sending it skittering across the stone floor. Her claws tightened around his wrist, tight enough to draw a few small droplets of blood. The female shifted her weight--

And then, before the Alleycat knew what was happening, his footpaws had suddenly left the ground. A split second later, two twin spikes of agony exploded in his gut, and the male immediately understood. He looked down his body to see Dalleth's footpaw buried in his groin, crushing his 'nads into his pelvis. Her back kick had been strong enough to lift the male off the floor, and as a result, the full strength of the blow had been absorbed directly by his most sensitive organs.

This was not the first time that Saga had taken a low blow in battle -- indeed, it was not the 10th time either, or even the 100th. The feline had years of experience. Unlike Ray-Lynn, the Alleycat had learned how to take a hit, and a single surprise back kick was not about to put the hero out of commission. Still, there was no getting used to the unique agony of having your kittenmakers plastered across someone's footpaw. The male let out a guttural groan as he dangled in the air for a moment. So much for the element of surprise.

Given the weight of the situation -- and the weight currently resting on his testicles -- the Alleycat probably should have been struggling to get away, or perhaps trying to attack Dalleth before she could strike again. But despite the danger and despite the utterly flattened state of his family jewels, there was something about the situation that was almost erotic. After all, there was only a thin layer of fabric separating his genitals from the wolfwere's bare footpaw, and the dragon's gunk he had consumed was still potent. His member, still hard, pulsed weakly against her sole.

When the Queene finally withdrew her leg, Saga struggled to stay upright. His legs shook like jelly, and he was forced to grab his opponent's waist in order to maintain his balance...but as soon as he did, his mind seemed to go blank with arousal once again. The feline was painfully aware of his own erection, and painfully aware of the round, full ass just a paw's breadth away from his crotch. It would be so easy to scoot in closer and grind up against her. Instinctively one paw drifted southwards along the curve of the wolfwere's rear, and Saga gave the firm flesh a gentle squeeze--

Dalleth chuckled. "Feeling frisky, eh?"

Then her heel slammed upwards for a second time, scrambling the feline's thoughts as thoroughly as his eggs. Saga doubled over once more, gripping her ass and burying his muzzle between her shoulderblades with an agonized groan.

Across the room, Dalleth's pawmaidens had turned at the unexpected commotion.

"My queen!" Nerys was up in an instant, her playfulness forgotten as she whirled to defend her leader. Raura was only a second behind, every muscle tensing in anticipation as she spun and jumped back to her feet.

Ray-Lynn twitched weakly on the ground, thankful for the brief reprieve from an eternity of testicle-punching. Nerys was already out of arm's reach, but Raura still stood between his spread legs, and he grabbed weakly at her bare ankle. His eyes were wild with pain, but with survival on the line, the sorceror managed to summon forth one last moment of clarity. "F-...fulmino," he coughed.

Suddenly the panther's ring glowed a hot white. A split second later, a crack of lightning shot forth from his paw and up the length of Raura's leg. The wolfwere cried out in surprise, then jerked violently as the electricty coursed through the rest of her body, her every muscle contracting to the point of agony. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she took a wobbly step sideways before tripping over Ray-Lynn's outstretched leg and tumbling to the floor. In the space where she had stood, there remained the faint smell of burnt fur.

Nerys spun around for the second time in as many seconds, trying to come to grips with the situation. A moment ago, she and Raura had been relaxed and happy, tag-teaming a helpless opponent while their leader sat back and enjoyed the show. Now Raura had been knocked unconscious, and she had failed to notice a sneak attack on her leader. Adrenaline surged through the wolfwere's body. Now was the time for fight or flight -- and wolfweres most definitely did NOT have wings.

Her lip curled in a snarl, and her eyes fell to Ray-Lynn. "You--!" she spat, glaring daggers down at the fallen panther. Before, his erection had seemed like a compliment -- and hell, he was pretty cute for a feline -- but now it just felt like an insult. She strode towards him, raising her footpaw high--

Ray-Lynn saw it coming, but he was far too weakened to properly defend himself. Nerys's footpaw thundered down between his legs, pounding his swollen gonads flat beneath her rounded heel. The panther's squeal reached a new octave -- then lilted even higher as the wolfwere stomped several more times in rapid succession, doing her best to turn his apples into applesauce.

Despite the abuse, his member continued to stand stiffly at attention.

For that matter, so did Saga's. The Alleycat was still latched on to Dalleth's backside and holding on for life...which was a great excuse for body contact. He was already beginning to lose track of the Queene's groin kicks -- was that #4 or #5? -- but it almost seemed worth it to have his dick pressed up against her rump, throbbing needfully.

Dalleth was quite enjoying the male's attention. Sure, for a moment she had been alarmed at his surprise attack, but it had quickly become clear that the rogue was a non-threat: just a single unarmed feline, with no one else to support him. A few more nut-kicks had ensured that the male was in no condition to fight, and now the Wolfwere Queene was simply toying with her prey. There were few things in life more enjoyable than so thoroughly overwhelming your opponent.

She glanced back over her shoulder, smirking as she felt the male's length rub against her rear. "You're a TENACIOUS one, AREN'T you?" she asked, driving her question home with two more kicks.

Saga replied with a wavering moan of unclear intent. The Alleycat couldn't shake the feeling that he was forgetting something important, but at the moment it was hard to focus on anything besides the tidal waves of pain and pleasure radiating from his genitals. The friction against his length was absolute heaven, but each new testicular trauma sliced through his mind like a dagger, and...

...a dagger...

Saga's eyes went wide as it all came rushing back to him -- and then his eyes went wider still as Dalleth's heel crushed his 'nads into his pelvis for the eighth time. His legs had all but given out at this point, and the male clutched at his opponent for support, his paws searching for any possible body part to grab onto. With a better pawhold, maybe he could wrestle her to the ground? Quickly he curled one arm fully around her waist, his other arm sliding up her torso...

Dalleth was startled by the sudden movement, and she yipped in surprise as one of the Alleycat's roaming paws found her left breast. Her cheeks flushed at the unexpected grope, and a flutter ran through her from head to tail. Her chest had always been quite sensitive, and something about the heat of battle always heightened those pleasurable feelings even further. The wolfwere growled quietly, her toeclaws curling against the hard stone floor.

The male also realized what he had found. Lust threatened to overcome logic once more as Saga spread his fingers around the wolfwere's tit, feeling its warm weight in his palm. Her bust was still wrapped in a flimsy layer of tan fabric, so he traced the outline of the garment, the pad of his forefinger stroking along her bare fur. He pressed his chest against her naked back and his length against her naked rump, and the canine pressed back, leaning into his touch. She seemed more relaxed by the second.

But when one of the feline's claws brushed across her cloth-covered nipple, the sensation was just too much. Dalleth's whole body twisted with a shiver as she tried to escape the overstimulation -- and she immediately lost her balance in the process. The wolfwere stumbled and tripped over her opponent's footpaws, and the two opponents tumbled to the floor in an indelicate heap.

It wasn't much of an opening, but it was the best chance the Alleycat was likely to get. Leaping into action, the rogue rolled onto his paws and knees, fighting back a moan as his swollen spunkmakers flopped about between his legs. He looked briefly for Dalleth's dagger, but the blade had skittered well out of reach, coming to rest by the far wall. His mind raced. If he couldn't hold the Queene hostage, maybe he could...knock her out? All he had was his own paws, but he had to try. Thinking quickly, he moved to straddle the female, planting his knees to either side of her torso. Hopefully that would be enough to keep the Queene's deadly legs from doing any further damage.

Dalleth seemed a bit dizzy from the fall, and was still sprawled languidly on her back. She winced and shook her head, looking up at Saga as he climbed on top of her. Her brow furrowed inquisitively. "What--...were we...?" Her eyes panned down his body, stopping at the sizeable tent in his trousers.

"Um," stammered Saga.

She grinned toothily, reaching out to grasp the Alleycat's hips. "Ah, right," she rumbled, hooking her thumbclaws under the waistband of his pants. "Let's see what you're working with, then."

The thought was infinitely tempting -- especially with the female's paws just inches from his junk -- but Saga had other plans. Before he could change his mind, the feline grabbed her wrists and pinned them both above her head. That brought him nose-to-nose with the Wolfwere Queene.

Then he kissed her.

Dalleth felt a jolt of arousal run through her. So bold! Her own subjects would never dare to be so dominant with their own queen. She hadn't had a male take charge like this since...well, since ever. Eagerly she kissed back, her tongue dancing with his. When Saga let go of one of her wrists to stroke her cheek, the lycanthrope looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, murmuring contentedly. So far, playing with this toy was FUN.

Unfortunately, Saga wasn't finished yet. Once Dalleth had lowered her guard, the Alleycat broke the kiss -- then immediately clamped his paw tight around her muzzle.

At first the Wolfwere Queene reacted with enthusiasm, curious to see what the male would do next, but as the seconds began ticking by, her passion gave way to puzzlement. She made a muffled noise of confusion, wriggling experimentally beneath Saga's body...then raised an eyebrow as she realized his plan. Really?

"Sorry! I am so sorry." The Alleycat apologized even as he continued to smother her. A few moments ago, this had seemed like the most humane option available to knock her out -- better than punching her in the face, or slamming her head against the ground. Now that he was actually doing it, though, it felt like the least humane thing imaginable. It would have been so much easier to just keep making out with the wolfwere, as the persistent throb of his erection continued to remind him.

Dalleth rolled her eyes. Okay, it was cute that the rogue was still trying to fight -- especially when she could tear him open with a casual flick of her claws. Still, it was kind of hot to be pinned down by her own prey! In fact, as long as she had one paw free...

The Alleycat's heart skipped a beat as Dalleth's paw slid southwards and closed around him, squeezing his stiff length through the fabric of his pants. Involuntarily he moaned, his eyes going unfocused as her paw fished between his legs. For a moment the Wolfwere Queene fiddled with the knot at the top of his trousers, but almost immediately she lost patience, choosing instead to slice his fly open with her claws.

Finally freed from their cloth prison, Saga's genitals burst through his trousers and into the open air. The feline's thick cock bobbed slightly with his heartbeat, pointing directly at Dalleth's muzzle. Below that, his aching nuts dangled in his tawny sac. Dragon's gunk or no, Dalleth's repeated kicking had clearly had an effect -- his twins had swelled to about twice their usual size.

The Queene's paw dipped low, and she took his 'nads into her palm. For a moment, she debated squeezing the feline's balls into submission, but it was a bit difficult to fit them both in one paw...and honestly, she was having too much fun toying with her opponent to stop now. She allowed her fingers to drift back upwards, brushing her fingertips along the underside of the Alleycat's needy length.

Conveniently, there was still someone else around to scramble Saga's eggs.

"Take THIS!"

Nerys's footpaw sliced through the air, striking the Alleycat's groin from behind with a resounding slap of furred flesh against furred flesh. Saga's pupils narrowed to pinpricks as his testicles were reintroduced to his pelvis at high speed, pounded almost flat across the top of the female's footpaw. Instinctively he tried to bring his thighs together for protection, but he was still straddling Dalleth's torso, and her body forced his legs to stay spread. All the male could do was groan and try to keep his paw pressed to the Queene's muzzle.

Dalleth watched with satisfaction as Nerys's footpaw pulled back and Saga's nutbag flopped back down between his legs. Her pawmaiden had learned well! All that practice on her packmates had paid off. The Queene had now wrapped her paw around Saga's member, and she gave the twitching length a few lazy strokes. This -- now THIS was a fun situation. She wondered if she could make the feline cum before Nerys finished kicking him unconscious.

Nerys was not quite so relaxed yet. The naked wolfwere had spent a good thirty seconds stomping on Ray-Lynn's groin after he had electrocuted Raura, with the panther squealing and clutching at her leg all the while. She wasn't entirely clear if the sorceror still HAD nuts at this point, or if she had reduced them to peanut butter, but either way he was now curled in the fetal position and mewling like a kitten.

That left one more foe to vanquish -- though honestly, the battle was already won at this point. Even before she had launched her first kick into the feline's spuds, it was clear that her Queene had the situation under control. Still, Nerys was full of adrenaline and happy to provide extra assistance, especially since it was a great opportunity to work out some stress. She eyed her opponent from behind, cocking her long leg back and lining up her targets once again. "Hope you like crushed nuts, asshole!"

Thump. Saga's eyes watered as the wolfwere struck home with her footpaw once again, doing her best to punt his kittenmakers into his skull. His gut was a pit of agony, and his stomach felt like it had turned inside-out. At the same time, though, the Queene seemed to be focused on giving him a pawjob, which was...not what he had expected. Even as his balls screamed in protest, his cock felt ready to explode, a flood of pent-up sperm ready to break loose at any moment.

Despite the paw still clamped over her muzzle, Dalleth continued to toy with the Alleycat's shaft, almost nonchalantly. The male's groin was a study in contrasts. Above: a thick, throbbing dick, twitching on the edge of orgasm. Below: Nerys's toes, with two round(ish) lumps bulging outwards like balloons caught under a rolling pin. From her angle, she had the perfect view. As Nerys withdrew her leg, she watched Saga's orbs drop once more, rolling angrily at the bottom of his sac. Such defenseless things, hanging out in the open. But then Nerys's footpaw was a blur, and then there was another smack of impact, and then suddenly Saga was mewling in her ear.

"My balls," the feline squeaked. His whole body shuddered with each blow, and his tail curled wildly behind him in distress. Every instinct in his body told him to let go of the Wolfwere Queene and just protect himself -- but if he did that, then the battle was lost. If he could just hold on a few seconds longer, the Queene would fall unconscious, and then...well, then he'd still have to figure out some way to take down her pawmaiden, but he could figure that out when he got to it. And anyway, even if the pain emanating from his crotch WAS mind-altering, this still wasn't the WORST situation he had ever been in. Top three, sure, but--

WHUMP. His eyes crossed, and his stomach did a backflip. Okay, top two.

Dalleth was finally starting to run out of air, but that was easy to fix. Releasing the Alleycat's prick for a moment, she grabbed her would-be smotherer by the wrist, easily prying it away from her face. The Wolfwere Queene took a big, satisfying breath, enjoying the crestfallen expression that spread across Saga's face -- which was quickly followed by an expression of agony as his testicles were thrashed once more.

"Ohhhhh," wavered Saga.

"Give up yet?" taunted Nerys. The lithe lycanthrope bounced on her toes like a kickboxer in the middle of a match, her naked curves jiggling with every movement.

Dalleth gripped both the Alleycat's paws and pulled them up above her head, forcing him to lean forward until the two beastkin were face-to-face. "You're cute when you're mewling," she teased, leaning in to whisper huskily into his ear.

The Alleycat was in too much pain to formulate a response. The male groaned and tried to steady his shaking limbs, his eyes squinted shut against the ongoing apocalypse in his nether regions. Clearly, smothering the Queene had been a stupid plan. Now he needed a new plan, fast. That, or an absolute miracle.

The Wolfwere Queene glanced down Saga's body, her eyes settling on the thick erection still jutting out from his groin. She watched the rod twitch in the open air, then watched it bounce more comically as Nerys delivered another nutcracking kick. The Alleycat was near enough that when his cock bounced, it slapped lightly against the swell of her breasts. Dalleth snickered at the sight.

That got her thinking, too. She was still curious to see if she could make the male bust a nut while his nuts were getting busted. For a moment, she considered pulling down her top and wrapping her breasts around him...but then again, a good titfuck could be difficult to coordinate under the best of circumstances. Besides, her paws were already occupied holding the Alleycat in place.

Her muzzle, though...

The wolfwere wriggled downwards beneath her prey, craning her neck forward to take a closer look at his prick. Experimentally, she blew a warm breath across the needy length. It leapt in response, and her muzzle split into a smile. "Still ready to blow, eh?" She ran her teeth across her fangs. "I just LOVE a man with stamina."

Nerys's footpaw reappeared with another smack, and Dalleth watched again with growing amusement as Saga's dick was sent bouncing by the blow. It almost bopped her on the nose this time.

Dalleth decided to close the gap. In one quick motion, the Wolfwere Queene leaned forward and dragged her tongue across the tip of Saga's cock. She let it linger there for a moment, grinning to herself as the feline's length gave several forceful twitches. She could taste salt and musk.

Saga's moaning modulated through several new pitches, his voice cracking as the buxom wolfwere briefly suckled on his cocktip. His dick and his balls both felt ready to burst, and his vision was starting to go blurry at the edges. Still, he sensed one last opportunity. If he could just get Dalleth to move down a bit...

The Queene was clearly relishing her power over the shaking adventurer. She sucked on the end of his prick for another moment, then pulled her muzzle away, leaving his head glistening with her saliva. Immediately she redoubled her attack, pressing her nose to the underside of Saga's throbbing shaft and inhaling his scent. Oddly, the Alleycat shifted his hips backwards as though he were trying to avoid her touch, but Dalleth followed his movement, craning her neck even further. She planted a wet kiss at the base of the feline's cock, low enough to swipe her tongue across his furred sac--

CRACK.

...which was an absolutely terrible idea in hindsight, given the ongoing assault on the feline's groin. As Nerys's footpaw streaked up between Saga's legs, aiming for his low-slung gonads, it instead connected squarely with Dalleth's jaw. The Queene yelped as her head snapped backwards with the force of the blow, slamming against the stone floor hard enough to make her see stars. She blinked once, gave a woozy groan, and then went limp.

"Fuck!" Nerys shook out her leg, trying to silence the sting in her footpaw. She hadn't been holding anything back, and while the Alleycat's testicles usually provided a decent cushion, her last kick had clearly struck some kind of bone. The female winced, curling and uncurling her toes to make sure she hadn't broken anything.

It was only then that Nerys realized something was wrong. Before, the Queene's tail had been steadily wagging, brushing back and forth against Nerys's ankle as she enjoyed toying with her prey. Now it lay still. With a growing sense of dread, Nerys extended her leg, nudging at her leader's bare thigh. "My Queene?" she asked cautiously. When she didn't get a response, Nerys poked her again more aggressively. "...Hello?"

"You kicked her in the teeth," coughed Saga. The Alleycat was almost delirious with pain, but he couldn't help feeling exhilarated as well. There was no way that little trick of his should have worked -- and yet all he'd had to do was tilt his hips at the right time and lure Dalleth's muzzle into the path of Nerys's next kick. One opponent down, one to go.

"I--...but I didn't--" Nerys stammered, her mind racing as she suddenly realized what she had done. This was not good. Sure, the Queene was probably fine -- she'd survived much worse in the past, and wolfweres were an incredibly hardy species. Sure, the battle was still in her control: the male at her feet was too weakened to stand, let alone fight, and his companions were all crumpled on the floor in various states of disarray. On the other hand, now she had failed both Raura AND her Queene. Her cheeks burned with shame and frustration and anger.

Luckily, Nerys knew exactly what to do with those emotions. Ignoring her sore footpaw, the wolfwere brushed her hair out of her eyes, grit her teeth, and drew her leg back once more. "Fuck you," she hissed, then slammed another powerful punt up between her opponent's thighs, her bare breasts bouncing with the force of the impact.

Saga squawked as his balls were reintroduced to the female's footpaw -- then squawked again as Nerys immediately kicked him a second time. And a third. And a fourth. The poor male warbled in agony as the wolfwere thrashed his increasingly impotent kittenmakers with a flurry of rapid blows, sending his balls flying with each impact.

"Why. Are. You. So. STUPID?!?!" Nerys punctuated each word with another punt, huffing and puffing like a pup throwing a tantrum. The wolfwere wasn't sure if she was yelling at her feline victim, or just yelling at herself. Either way, her leg was quickly getting tired, and the Alleycat's testicles remained annoyingly intact.

Until now, Nerys had seemed like a finely-honed fighting machine, but now her aim was getting sloppier. Saga let out a soprano mrowl as one of her kicks landed off-center, missing his left testicle but utterly crushing the right one. For a moment, the Alleycat's mind went blank with pain. In theory, getting kicked in just one nut should have been easier, but in practice, it was always SO much worse. Operating purely on instinct, he hunched forwards, transferring more weight to his forearms in an effort to stabilize himself before his legs totally gave out. The nausea gnawing through his abdomen was now distinctly lopsided, and he could only hope that his scrotum was not the same.

With that thought in mind, Saga chanced a look back between his own legs. The Alleycat trembled as he watched the wolfwere withdraw her footpaw, leaving his 'nads to dangle invitingly in the space between his thighs. The much-abused orbs throbbed with his heartbeat -- as did his member, which despite the odds remained achingly hard.

Nerys was forced to stop for a moment as she caught her breath. The lycanthrope panted with exertion, wiping the sweat from her brow, but exhaustion would not stop her. "This is SO unfair." Her paws were curled into white-knuckled fists. "Why couldn't you all just stay in the dungeon like GOOD prisoners?"

Saga watched with infinite dread as the female drew her leg back for the umpteenth time, but before he could react, her furry footpaw had once again slammed up into the crux of his thighs. The impact was strong enough to make his whole body shake, and even to lift his knees briefly off the ground. An involuntary mewl escaped his mouth, and a shudder ran through him from head to tail.

Despite the maelstrom of misery radiating through his body, though, the rogue suddenly had an idea. Not a GOOD idea, necessarily -- in fact, this new plan seemed rather, um, bad -- but it was better than nothing, and he had to try something to take down the last wolfwere before she kicked him into sterility. His eyes lingered for a moment on the emasculating footpaw that remained buried in his groin, her toes far enough forward to brush against the base of his throbbing cock. The feline took a trembling breath, then grit his teeth, trying to steel himself for the next few seconds to come.

"I just, I just--...RAAAGGHHHH!" Nerys flailed at the air, clearly at the end of her wits. "I will END you!"

WHUMPF. This time, the kick lifted Saga a full handspan off the ground, and the male squeaked wordlessly as two more explosions went off in his gut. His entire body from the waist down felt like one contiguous lump of agony, but still the feline forced himself to focus, his limbs quivering beneath him as he continued to look back between his own legs. He peered past his still-twitching dick to the wolfwere's footpaw, watching his opponent's every move. His heart pounded in his chest. He was only going to get one chance at this.

Nerys glared down at her whimpering victim, rolling her ankle in an attempt to work out its lingering soreness. Working out her stress on the feline felt very therapeutic, but it had gone on for long enough -- it was time to really finish things. Her right leg hauled back one more time, folding at the knee, her naked thigh bulging and her muscles flexing in anticipation of a final coup de grâce. The canine growled, her upper lip curling back to show her fangs.

"I'll--...I'll CASTRATE you, you--!"

The wolfwere threw all her weight behind her kick, her shapely leg unwinding like a tightly coiled spring. Her footpaw flashed forward like lightning, and thundered up into the Alleycat's balls like a fuzzy sledgehammer. There was a resounding THWACK of skin on skin as the knuckles of her curled toes connected with the feline's ballbag, compressing his nuts to a fraction of their usual size and lifting the male's lower body a full foot-length off of the ground.

As he was lifted into the air, Saga clamped his legs together as hard as he could, trapping Nerys's footpaw between his thighs.

Fireworks went off in the male's brain as his gonads were stressed to their very limits. His testes wailed at their mistreatment as they were bludgeoned yet again, sending a thousand different pain signals racing up his spine. Given the raw amount of abuse the two ovals had soaked up, it seemed likely that the Alleycat would be shooting blanks for at least a few days.

But at the same time, Saga felt more than just pain. Maybe it was the half-naked Wolfwere Queene that had teased him to the brink of orgasm, plus the pint of dragon's gunk he had consumed -- or maybe Nerys's final kick had physically forced the sperm out of his overfilled orbs. Regardless of the reason, his cock gave a desperate throb and fired a single thick rope of white across the Wolfwere Queene's chest, painting her breasts with his addled spunk.

"Guh," said Saga articulately.

"Aah!" replied Nerys. The wolfwere lurched, caught by surprise and suddenly thrown off-balance as her footpaw remained stuck in the Alleycat's crotch. "Nonono--!" She hopped once or twice in an attempt to stay upright, dragging Saga along with her, but after another moment she tumbled backwards. Her arms wheeled in attempt to catch herself, but it was no use, and the back of her head struck the stone floor with an audible thunk. The female gave a weak moan, and then she was unconscious.

For a few long seconds, the room was still.

Saga's legs had finally given out, and now the Alleycat lay face-down, too exhausted to possibly move. Nerys's stumbling had dragged him partway off of the Wolfwere Queene's body, but he was still straddling one of her legs. His nuts felt like paperweights. His eager cock pressed up against the outside of Dalleth's thigh, trembling and pulsing against her bare fur.

Eventually, the feline forced himself to start moving. Slowly and shakily, he rolled off of the wolfwere beneath him, flopping onto his back. Saga kept his legs spread wide, trying to give his swollen spunkmakers room to breathe. In his mind's eye, they were the size of coconuts -- though thankfully, a quick fondle confirmed that things hadn't gotten quite that bad. His raging erection continued to jut upwards from his crotch, clearly not spent yet, but the Alleycat forced aside any thoughts of stroking himself off. He could empty his balls of their scrambled contents later.

Another minute, and the Alleycat had struggled to his feet. He looked down at the unconscious form of the Wolfwere Queene for a moment, frowning. He really did feel sorry about knocking her out like that. His original plan had gone quite off the rails.

The room was mostly quiet, full of unconscious or half-conscious figures -- though he could hear Ray-Lynn moaning wordlessly some distance away. Unsteadily, Saga waddled over to the fallen sorceror, taking a knee beside him.

The panther had curled up on his side, his knees drawn up to his chest and both paws squeezed between his thighs. He rocked gently in place, eyes squeezed shut.

"My nuts," wheezed Ray-Lynn.

Saga's own 'nads ached in sympathy -- or maybe just in response to their own abuse. "Nnrgh...yeah, I feel ya." He placed a paw on the sorceror's hip, giving what he hoped was a reassuring squeeze. "Don't worry, we're gonna get out of here. Can you walk?"

For a moment, it seemed like Ray-Lynn might not have heard, but eventually he nodded. His eyes opened slightly, and he peered up at his companion. "I--...oh fuck!...I-I think so. Just...give me a sec..."

"Well, you've got five minutes," Saga groaned, climbing back to his feet. "Then we need to move."

The panther nodded again, his muzzle still twisted in pain. For a brief moment he peered down between his own legs, lifting his paws away to inspect his injured nethers -- then he let out a wavering moan, clamping his paws around the battered organs once more. He rolled over onto his other side, whimpering softly.

Saga turned away, leaving the sorceror to nurse his wounds. If Ray-Lynn was alright, then the next nearby ally to check on was--

"Veridia."

The Amazonian was currently sprawled on her side, her mouth hanging slackly open. Saga had seen the way that Veridia had been knocked senseless. The dogkin was sure to have a concussion, but he prayed that her other wounds were minor enough to be healed by the dragon's gunk she had swallowed before the brawl.

Saga knelt beside her. With no small amount of effort, the Alleycat rolled the dogkin onto her back, taking care not to knock her head about any further. "Come on," he mumbled nervously, pressing two fingers to her neck to check for a pulse.

Thankfully, her eyes fluttered open at his touch. "U-...ugh." The dogkin placed a paw to her forehead, squinting and rubbing her temples. "What...what'd I have to drink?"

Saga sighed in relief. "No drinks, Vee. We were in a fight. A wolfwere clocked you pretty good. You feel alright?"

"Nnrph. I think so." Veridia blinked a few times, slowly sitting up. She froze as she finally noticed the large number of unconscious bodies scattered around her. "Ah. Right. Okay, yeah, I remember this now." She glanced over at Saga. "And you managed to finish off the last of them? What about the queen?"

Saga's balls throbbed. "I, um, I took care of it."

The dogkin's eyes fell to his groin. With the crotch of his trousers torn open, his genitals were still fully exposed. His length remained achingly hard, and his 'nads had clearly grown several sizes. She raised an eyebrow questioningly.

Suddenly self-conscious, the feline tried to stuff his junk back in his pants -- then stopped almost immediately, as the movement reignited the searing agony in his kittenmakers. "A-ask me later," he squeaked.

"Heh. Well, whatever you did -- nice work, cat." Veridia twisted her muzzle from side to side, shaking her head as she tried to dispel the fog clouding her brain. "We should, uh...we need t' keep moving, then. Are the others...?"

Saga glanced back over his shoulder. Ray-Lynn still looked quite pale -- an impressive feat for a black panther -- but he had at least managed to climb to his paws and knees. "Ray's hurt, but I think he'll be okay. Oliandra..." Saga exhaled, and his eyes moved to the fallen centaur.

The Amazonian followed his gaze. "Oh, shit."

The massive dogkin lumbered to her feet, swaying for a brief moment as she found her balance again. A few seconds later, she had crossed the room and was crouched by Oliandra's side.

Saga padded over as well, a few paces behind. "How is she?"

Veridia frowned, feeling along the centaur's body for injuries. Fortunately, none of her wounds seemed too deep or too serious -- in fact, most had already knit themselves closed. Still, Oliandra had definitely picked up a few new scars, and she showed no sign of regaining consciousness in the immediate future.

The dogkin ran a finger along the centaur's cheek, tracing the shallow slash below her eye. "...I think she'll be alright," she replied after a long second, "but thank th' gods for all that dragon's gunk. Next dragon we meet, we owe him a big ol' thank you."

Saga's balls throbbed again. "Sounds good to me. But how are we going to get her out of here?"

Veridia grimaced. There was no telling when another group of guards might arrive. "I can drag her, maybe. For a little while at least."

"That might have to do." Saga turned to look across the room. "Ray-Lynn! You up yet?"

"C--...coming," coughed the sorceror, his voice still several pitches higher than usual. Ray-Lynn looked liable to lose his lunch at any moment, but at least he had managed to wobble to his feet. He took a few shaky steps towards his companions, both paws still latched protectively around his jewels.

"Good." Veridia grunted, hauling Oliandra's front legs over her shoulders as she rose to her feet. "Then let's move."

Saga nodded. "Yeah. Let's get out of here."