Rat Hunt
A young male Rattata has an impresive string of bad luck...
Tat, the Rattata scurried through the forrest, trying to lose the angry Pidgey follwing him. Now, you could argue that it was purely his fault he was in this situation, but Rattata would counter it's the Pidgey's fault for laying such tasty eggs. For pokemon, no matter how intelligent or nice they were, they lived by survival of the fittest. She should have gaurded her nest better, or put it higher in the tree.
The male was, for once, happy about his below average size as he ducked under bushes and weaved through places his friends would have only benn caught in. As he scurried along the forrest floor, Pidgey searched for a spot to swoop down from through the trees. The male looked ahead to see the treetop thinning in places.
Tat, realising he was running out of time, quickly surveyed the area for an escape route. Finally, he saw a hole halfway up a tree, large enough for him to barely fit inside. With a running jump, Rattata flew into the safe hole. Sorta. You see, he only managed to fit his front half in the hole, leaving his lower half sticking outside. The male tried to pull the rest of his body inside, but came to the conclusion he was not getting in any further. He froze as he heard the Pidgey pass overhead, suprised his ears could hear her, even considering his species.
He listened intently, and from what he could tell, the Pidgey passed by. With a sigh of relief, Tat decided it was safe to leave. As the little rat pokemon struggled and kicked, he found himself very stuck. Rattata surveyed his surroundings. His eyes, used to dark places, noticed something sitting not too far away! Cautiously, the purple furred pokemon poked the thing with his front paw... revealing it to just be a harmless empty shell!...a Kakuna shell... Uh Oh.
Outside, a female Beedrill looked down at the little pokemon who had stuck himself in her tree. She was an unusual Beedrill in that she disliked being around others, even when she'd been a Weedle. Now this little rat had gotten stuck climbing into her tree?! She'd make sure he would regret that... the female noticed the male's goolies hanging between his kicking legs. With an evil glint in her ruby colored eyes, the female took aim and readied a Twin Needle attack.
Tat wiggled as best he could, not wanting to be around when the Beedrill who left this shell returned. However, his sensitive ears picked up a buzzing sound outside... close by. Frightened, the male froze, which unfortunately seemed to be what the angry insect had been waiting for. With a high-pitched squeak, the male doubled his efforts to get free as his dangling berries were pinned to the tree, and threatened to burst any moment.
The female beat her wings harder, putting all the force she could behind her attack. Unfrtunately, she'd had to defend her territory earlier that day, and the battle had left her needles much duller than usual. The lucky little rat's plums would have been pierced any other day. Finally, the female gave up on attacking with her needles... and readied her stinger.
The Rattata sagged with relief. The crazy Beedrill was done attacking his babymakers. Before he could rest too long, a new horrible pain flashed through him, starting in his scrotum. A second time, this time reaching his left ball and he felt the Beedrill's poison spread through his gonad.
Beedrill finished by plunging her stinger into his right nut. She found herself wishing she had stronger poison, as her stings were painful but relatively harmless. However, she could already see his hanging fruit were swelling in his sac. She wondered briefly if balls could burst from swelling alone, the female left to sharpen her needles on a rock. Maybe she'd try them out on the male if he were still around when she returned.
Rattata lay unconcious for a good while, and when he came to, found a horrible ache coming from his malehood. He could feel how swollen his berries had gotten. He found touching his bag at all unpleasant, and spread his legs as wide as posible to avoid doing so. His fuzzy marbles dangled, the swelled orbs stretching his bag tightly.
As the male tried to thinkof a way out, two young female plant-types, Bellosom and Sunflora happened upon him. The girls' eyes were immeadiately drawn to the dangling bag and its' swollen contents. The two qietly snuck up to the male, who by this point was attempting to wrench himself out of the tree again, not accomplishing much. Perhaps he'd been eating too much lately? His efforts to free himself caused his sac to swing and bounce with every movement, and the girls had to stifle their laughter. Bellosom reached up and swatted the pouch, causing the male to cry out.
"Who's out there?!"
The two could not contain their laughter this time, and began to take turns swatting at the male's nutbag. Rattata tried to kick out at them, but the two were short enough that they had to reach up to slap at his gonads, and he hit nothing but air. Sunflora reached out and snatched Rattata's left orb.
"Hmm, I bet I can squeeze harder than you!"
Bellosom quicky grabbed the male's other goolie.
"Nuh-uh!"
Rattata was horrified by the voices, not just because they were playing games with his malehood, but because they were obviously young females! Surely young girls were not cruel enough to do that to a male! His question was answered by the girls giggling as they asked him questions of their own while squeezing and pulling his plums.
"Hey, mister! Do you mind if we squish your ballsies?"
"Yeah! POP! POP! Is it okay if we make it so you can't make babies?"
Rattata quickly answered.
"NO!"
Bellosom and Sunflora looked at each other.
"He said no..."
Rattata felt relieved, until he heard giggling.
"Oh, well!"
The two bore down on the rat's balls with all the strength they could muster. Rattata thrashed in place, trying to do anything to get away from the pain. Rattata groaned as a sickening pressure began to build in his testicles, his rubbery nuggets deforming in the clutches of the giggling females.
"Oh, I think mine's gonna pop! It's gonna turn to mush!"
"No way, mine's gonna give first! It's gonna go from a nut to peanut butter!"
Rattata moaned, trying to dig his paws into the wood, and praying to Arceus that someone would show up to save his malehood before it was too late. Then he heard a new voice outside.
"What are you two doing? You know you're not supposed to be this far away from home!"
The young females answered.
"Aww, but I almost popped his ballsie."
"Me too!"
After a brief argument, the two clutching his family jewels relinquished them. Rattata silently thanked Arceus for this angel who had saved his malehood.
Chikorita watched as the girls ran home, and could hear them arguing over who had been closer to popping a 'ballsie'. She wasn't quite sure where they'd picked up the term, but she thought it was cute, and amusing to see males reaction to their organs referred to in such a cutsie manner. Males always took their orbs so seriously.
Speaking of which, she turned to the male who had apparently gotten himself stuck in this tree. She knew immeadiately it was a Rattata, but she'd never met one with such a bloated sac. Closer inspection showed her they were swollen, but she'd seen only a few sacs that had swelled so large. Chikorita decided to talk to him.
"Hello? You stuck?"
Okay, a dumb question to start with.
Rattata was glad to hear that she'd not left him there to fend for himself. His berry pouch had been attacked twice now, and he was sure his nuts had swelled up into even larger targets.
"Yes! Please, get me out!"
"Fine, hold on!"
Chikorita looked to see what she could do. She frowned.
"I'm not sure if I can do anything, you look too stuck. If tried to pull you out by your legs or tail, I might damage you!"
"I don't care! Just do it, I don't care how!"
A sadistic gleam in her eye, Chikorita quickly looked around to see if anyone was watching. Although she had as much a fascination of attacking a male's weakpoint as the rest of her friends, she was embarassed about it.
While Bas(Bulbasaur), Bell(Bellosom) and Lora(Sunflora) were vocal about their interests, she was too self-concious about what others thought to actually talk about it. Besides, she wanted a boyfriend, and males were quickly becoming skittish around females that talked about busting balls.
"Well, what kind of girl would I be if I ignored a poor soul in need and didn't pull you out?"
Deciding she was alone, the female exended her vines towards the male.
Rattata groaned, the pain between his legs growing worse with every moment, but excited that he would be free in moments. Suddenly, something wrapped around the neck of his pouch, trapping his spuds at the bottom of is sac, the skin dtetched paper thin around his swollen babymakers. Whatever it was, it wrapped around his tender bag tightly and pulled so hard he wondered if the cords that held his balls to his body would snap.
Chikorita leaned back, pulling with all the strength she could muster. The sound of the male squealing and begging her to stop affected her in ways she would never willingly admit. Her vines strained as they pulled on the stretched pouch, and she wondered which would give: the tree's hold on the male, or the cords hold of the male's balls? To be perfectly honest, she hoped it was the second.
With an audible POP, the male was pulled from his prison and sent tumbling to the ground, and ended up rolling ontop of Chikorita. Chikorita, a little dissapointed, shoved the rat from her. He landed, only to immeadiately squeak and lift his body off the ground as much as he could with just his paws. With only a glance the female realised what had happened, and had to cover her mouth to hold in her laughter: He'd sat on his balls! The rat was visibly weak, and was straining just to barely keep his body from crushing his bruised and swelled nuts. The fact they now hung very low in their sac probably didn't help, thanks to Chikorita's stretching.
Chikorita decided to get in one more attempt at breaking his marbles, and put up the best innocent act she could muster.
"Are you okay? What's wrong? If you're tired..."
The female quickly hopped onto the male, causing him to lose his balance, allowing both their body weights to come down on his swollen spheres.
"...You should sit down!"
The male's eyes grew to the size of dinner plates, then rolled into the back of his head as he passed out. Chikorita giggled, and quickly rolled him over to check if his berries had burst. To her suprise, the male's balls seemed to have survived. With a dissapointed sigh, Chikorita decided to just let the male keep his babymakers. She examined the male eggs, none too gently, and found them still whole if very swollen. She was sure he'd have trouble walking. He also seemed have some sort of stings on his bag, which made her imagination fly. The male groaned as he returned to conciousness.
"Wha... who are you?"
Chikorita quickly dropped the balls, allowing them to hit the ground with a meaty SMACK.
"UGH!"
"I'm Rita. I pulled you out."
Tat seemed to recall how she'd done so.
"I'm Tat...uh, did you have to pull my...?"
"It worked, didn't it?"
Tat couldn't really argue with that. The male checked his plums, and found them more swollen than he imagined, and they hung low in his sac like weights. Each ball filled his paws and he knew he'd have to carry them to walk.
"Um, I didn't think Bell and Lora had enough time to do that much."
The Rattata realised who she was talking about, and explained what had happened, including the Beedrill.
"Oh, wow! That would explain the swelling, wouldn't it? Do they hurt?"
She giggled at the look on his face when she asked that last question.
"Kidding! Anyway, you look like you could use a pokemon center."
Tat shook his head.
"Nah, I hate going to the city. I'll just stay at home until the swelling goes down."
"Is it far away? If it is, I'll help you get back. After all, with those swollen things dangling between your legs, predators would have an easy time of you."
Tat paled, thinking about one of the Ekans he'd seen slithering around spotting him like this. He didn't really have a choice and accepted the female's offer. After resting a while, the two set out for the male rat's home on the other side of the forrest. Chikorita giggled at the sight of the male carrying his balls as he walked, gently holding them like fragile eggs. The two set off.
To Be Continued...