[Request] Post-Pop Apology
#11 of Requests
I've been taking a few short story requests again over on Tumblr, with the constraint that they have to be stories about my own existing characters. Here are the results! If you've got an idea of your own, I may still try to write a few more, so feel free to submit a suggestion: https://kiwibbstories.tumblr.com/ask
yuyumibunny asked: ???? Charmeleon ???? tits ???? Mistress ???? Charmeleon ???? tits ???? do you see her in any other busting situation before harming Isaac?
Yeah, Charlie is the type of girl who hit a LOT of guys in the nuts in high school. Mostly light stuff (she's a serial sack-tapper for sure), but if you're bent over and not paying attention, she WILL punt your testicles into orbit and break down into a fit of giggles while you curl up on the floor.
Also, she's very suggestible when tipsy. At a graduation party, she got drunk and Iron Tail'd the class president on a dare, hard enough to send him to the Pokécenter. Made it up to him later with a handjob, though!
[...the next day...]
ponyponyponycock asked: Still wanting to see a short story involving otter ball busting c:
I decided to take this in a funky direction and combine it with the answer to last night's ask about Miss Charmeleon Tits. Buizels are otters, right? :)
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"Huh. I thought you said I popped one...?"
Fletcher shuddered, watching as the busty Charmeleon peered at his orange-furred ballsac. "Aaah...y-you ruptured one, technically. I mean, they managed to fix it, but--"
"Ah, okay. So like...broken, but not popped." Charlie tilted her head to one side, continuing to inspect the Buizel's testicles. One of her paws danced along the length of his shaft in slow, steady strokes, coaxing him towards orgasm. His hard cock throbbed in her grip. "That makes sense. I guess I was expecting you to have just one ball now."
"Thankfully no," he breathed.
The male let out a quiet moan, looking down at the topless fire-type as she knelt between his legs. It had been a full month since that fateful graduation party, when the Charmeleon had drunkely accepted a dare to slam a full-force Iron Tail up between his legs. He had been drunk too, but even so, the pain had exploded in his gut like a nuclear bomb. It had nearly cost him a nut.
Charlie had been extremely apologetic about the whole thing -- writing a heartfelt apology letter, visiting him at the Pokécenter with flowers, checking in regularly to see how he was doing. Surprisingly, she'd even gone so far as to offer him a handjob once he was fully recovered. ("Y'know, to make sure everything's still working!")
And so he'd taken her up on the offer. After all, he figured, he might as well get SOMETHING positive out of this whole ordeal.
"Which one was it?"
Fletcher shook his head, startled. He'd been fantasizing about this moment for the past week, and watching Charlie actually stroke his dick was quickly lulling him into a lustful trance. "Huh?"
"Which ball, I mean. Which one popped?"
"...Ruptured," he corrected again, queasy at the memory. Just the thought rekindled an awful ache in his abdomen. "Uh...the right one?"
"Ooooooh, cool." The Charmeleon shifted to get a closer look, her breasts bouncing slightly on her chest as she bent forward. "That's the bigger one, right? Was it always that way, or is that 'cuz it's still swollen?"
The Buizel groaned, keeping his eyes on the female's paw as she pumped his stiff member. "Charlie, uh, could we talk about something BESIDES my ruptured ball?" He winced. "It's just, I'd prefer not to think about that while you...y'know."
"Oh! Ah, yeah, sorry, of course." The female blushed, giving his dick a reassuring squeeze. "Sorry, my bad. Just a rare opportunity, you know? First time I've popped a ball, first time I've been this CLOSE to a popped ball--"
"Ruptured," Fletcher corrected one more time, grimacing.
"Right. Ruptured. Never done that before!" She grinned up at him sheepishly. "You were my first!"
"Congrats," he replied dryly.
The Charmeleon smirked up at him, rubbing her thumb against the underside of his cockhead. "Well then." She began stroking more briskly, her paw pistoning up and down the length of his manhood. "Let's make sure that busted ball still works, shall we? Show me what you got in that sac."
The male let out a sigh of appreciation, his cock throbbing between her fingers. Now THIS was more like it...