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Misha blinked a few times, then pouted, and then cross her arms indignantly over her chest.

"But I didn't want to go first."

"Sssucks. You drew the ssshort ssstraw." Lizzie was lounged out on one of the benches, head propped up on her elbow. It didn't look all too comfortable, nor was it easy to balance on, but she didn't seem to mind. And of course, she was still quite nude, as they all were. It was a locker room after all, clothing would be considered quite gauche. "Metaphorically, of coursssse."

"Yeah, we both voted for you, so you're goin'. Democracy." Zara grunted in agreement, the wide-bottomed zangoose having made herself comfy atop a towel laid out on the tile floor, sitting propped up against Lizzie's bench. She had her head nestled up against Lizzie's taut belly, idly munching on some other snack food she had retrieved from her locker. The two ladies looked up expectantly at Misha, both sporting their own unique twists on a smug grin, quite pleased they had managed to get the stuffy stoat in the hot seat to start. They knew her too well- if they let her go last, she'd probably try to weasel (heh) out of it, claiming she was tired or late for some sort of super special midnight training session.

Misha huffed, hiding her face behind her flowing arm fur to mumble "jerks" beneath her breath. "Fine. But it won't be my fault if you two are unable to present a decent follow-up." She huffed once more, tilting her chin up smugly. "So! I had one of the first matches of the night, as I'm sure you're well aware. A headlining fight, of course. I was placed..."

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"...iiiiiiiin the rrrrrrrred corner! A femme fatale who always looks ready to do a cover shoot for Close Combat Monthly, even after spending the better part of the day punting plums back up where they came from, you know her, you love her- Mmmmisha Mmmmelè!"

Arceus, Talia sounded as grating as ever. I get that she's a Loudred, so like, saves the arena on PA system costs, but... fuck. She always got on my nerves. And despite the fact that I had suffered through these intros most times than I cared to count, I still felt that nervous little flutter in my tummy as I undid the front of my training robes and let them fall away, a roar of applause accompanying the loss of my meager clothing. As always, I could catch a fair bit of males hollering amongst the eager squeals of my female fans, and it brought a smirk to my face. Every fight, they start out soooo happy to check out my perky tits and lithe body, and then they get horrified when I use that body to pulverize some poor schmuck's nutsack. Ah, well, why not let 'em enjoy it while they could? I grinned, waving the long fur on my arms around in greeting before taking a gracious bow, knowing that Camera R-4 was currently putting a close-up shot of my ass on the screen. It wasn't much to look at, sure, but what I may have lacked in quantity I more than made up in quality.

"And in the blue corner! Well, there's not much to say about him except that he's made it to the A-Ranks with an in-tact ballbag, so you know he's gotta be doing something right. Give it up for Toooooony Tooora!"

With the attention momentarily off me while Talia introduced my opponent, I took my sweet time looking him over. He was a Tauros, and seemed a rather perfect specimen for one of that species. A good head or two taller than me, biceps thicker around than my thighs, long horns that curled forward from his brow, and even a big gold ring in his snout. His own pair of robes didn't leave too much to the imagination, though they did cover up his most important bits for the time being- my targets. The bull also took his time relishing in the attention of the crowd, flexing his arms, swishing his triple tails about like whips, stamping his hooves. It was a hell of a lot of showmanship for a guy who was about to be two nuts lighter, but I didn't mind it. Patience and precision, that's my game. The more he show-boated the more time I had to observe him. Finally though, he began to untie his robes, and then promptly let them fall away, revealing his-

Wait a second. I tensed up, and then tilted my head one way and the other. What the hell? They didn't send a me out to fight a guy that had already been nutted, did they? Couldn't be, Talia said he had an "in-tact ballbag". That meant two balls. And a bag. And a cock. And I couldn't see any of that! Maybe the lights were just playing tricks on me. Just before I went to wrangle one of the refs and ask her just what the hell was going on, I squinted and really looked across the ring...

...and I started to laugh. I really didn't wanna laugh. I mean, you all know me. I'm not like... a size-queen or anything. I know as far a ladies go I could be considered, well, "under-endowed." I really didn't want to laugh, but... wow. Finally focusing square between his legs, I saw that my opponent wasn't in fact already lacking his bits, it was just that his bits were, well, lacking. Nestled in the middle of a patch of coarse, fluffy brown fur was the cutest little set of dick n' balls I had ever laid eyes on! And trust me, I had seen a lot. And broken a lot too. His cock looked to be little more than a plump lil mushroom tip, a flash of bright pink poking out from his foreskin the only real way to identify it in his fur. It drooped maybe an inch or so over his plump sack, which while slightly more impressive, was still just a taut lil pouch holding onto balls that could only charitably be called grape-sized. The cheering of the audience was peppered with more than a little giggling and outright laughing as more folks saw what I had just noticed as well, enough so that the Tauros stopped his ridiculous attempt at a gun-show and instead stood with his arms indignantly crossed over his chest, snorting. Even just that huff sent enough movement through his body to make his junk jiggle adorably, and it drew another laugh from me. Oh Arceus, poor guy. At least he wouldn't be losing much when I popped those peanuts....

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Misha quirked an eyebrow, pausing as Zara and Lizzie both tried to fight off fits of giggling. "Holy shit, poor guy was really that small?" Zara said, her voice light and airy with poorly contained snickers. "I thought Taurossss were ssupossed to be hung." Lizzie chimed in, a jagged grin creasing her sleek face. Misha hadn't intended that to be the main take-away, but found she couldn't help but join in their chuckling. "Yeah, right? Expected a lot more uh... flopping when he ditched those robes. Not so much... jiggling." She grinned, leaning back against the row of lockers behind her and taking a moment to remember her place before going on. "Anyway..."

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Once I had gotten over my initial shock at the grand reveal of the tauros's miniature bull-worm, I stepped toward the center of the ring with him following. His attitude seemed to have been tempered a bit by the collective reaction to his lil ween, which unfortunately didn't work out in my favor. I was kind of expecting him to get all angry n' reckless- a surefire ticket to neuterville- but instead he seemed to be surprisingly composed. Squaring off now on opposite sides of the circle in the center of the arena, I took a moment to loosen up, kicking my legs out and moving my arms in slow stretches. I made sure to give him a good show of my tits too, arching my back to get my muscles feeling nice. Seduction was never part of my gameplan, but distracting a dude with your tits never hurt. And admittedly, I was a little curious to see if that little acorn between his thighs was gonna wake up at all.

Alas, no reaction yet. He stood impassively, waiting for the match to start, eying me up coolly. It was just a liiiittle unnerving. Spooky stares are kind my thing, and it felt odd being on the receiving end of them. Luckily, the countdown had started, and as it went from 5 down to 1 I quickly settled into a combat stance.

"FIGHT!" Talia's voice and the sudden crack of cheers from the audience spurred us both into action. To my surprise, he didn't just try and rush me down immediately. That seemed to be the preferred tactic of most of the men I fought, and this guy was a Tauros no less. Shoulda been right up his alley! But no, it was left to me to make the first strike, and I bounded toward him quickly and pivoted to the side at the last second, dropping low to try and sweep his legs. He responded remarkably quickly, lurching to the side and whirling around to try and stomp where I had just been. He missed, but only barely, and I could feel the rush of air along my whiskers as his hoof came down. Whew. Close one. I got right back to my feet, already ruling out any cheeky tripping maneuvers- this would have to be a much fairer fight. At least till it wasn't.

We had switched sides on the ring, and then done so again, both of us circling 'round and 'round each other and tossing in a few testing jabs. Neither of us had found much purchase- I was too quick to hit, and he... well, I was a little spooked by those horns. I was also, unfortunately, finding myself distracted by his junk. Normally there would've been a nice fat floppy pair down there, easy enough to catch with a quick kick or a sudden punch. Instead, I had to watch a lil' bundle of wrinkled up ballbag bounce and wobble around, the pink peen tip on top doing the same. It was hilarious just how unendowed this guy was, but it was frustratingly so. Finally, fed up with seeing that stupid little beanbag taunt me, and narrowly avoiding a left hook that would have sent me flying off the ring and into the stands, I went on the attack.

I moved suddenly toward him, launching into one of my signature combos. A series of Double-Slaps toward his face- the goal not being to hit with any real force of course, but to use the flowing fur trailing from my arms to distract and disorient him. He blocked each strike, as I'd hoped, but the two sided assault left him with his legs opened just enough for me to go in for the kill. "Ha!" I huffed in triumph and launched into a low kick, leg thundering up right between his legs!

And instead of being greeted with the lovely THWAP of shin meeting sack, all I got was the less impressive whump of hitting something else. I took a brief moment to look down, and to my horror saw that my leg wasn't quite as on target as I'd have hoped. Those bouncy little bulls balls had managed to evade my blow entirely, my leg caught between his thighs with his junk resting smugly on top! "Oh you mother fu-" I couldn't finish my sentence, as he grabbed my leg and promptly tossed me to the side, where I landed against the ropes with a grunt of pain.

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"Whoa... so having a tiny weiner is an advantage, isn't it?" Zara tapped her chin thoughtfully with a claw, as if a whole new world of strategy had opened up to her. "'Cause you like, never miss. Ever."

"Do you think that'sss how he made it to thisss rank? Ballsss too sssmall to break?" Lizzie snickered. "Mmm, but easssy to fit in one'sss mouth..." She pondered.

"Oi, stop interrupting me." Misha grumbled, unfolding her arms and bopping both gals on the snoot with her arm-whips. Truth be told the same thoughts had been going through her head once she managed to pick it up off the arena floor. Most of her matches had been against 'mons with... well, normal sized peens n' plums. Occasionally against those with real big ones. This was the first time in her rather illustrious career that she had been matched up with such difficult targets. But Misha never went down easy, and she'd be damned if she lost to some dude packin' less than a Pichu. "Hush now. We're gettin' to the good bits."

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After that unfortunate miss on my part, I started to be a lot more careful. We continued our little circular dance around the ring, and Tony began to go a bit more on the offense, no doubt confident after having managed to escape my kick. So, I did what any clever fighting type would, and I bided my time looking for a counter.

It didn't come easily. He was still fast, and didn't seem to be losing steam as the fight went on. He even managed to land a few quick jabs to my tummy, and even one rather rude slap to my titties that I vowed to pay him back in full for. I landed a few of my own hits, but they weren't what I wanted. Just quick smacks to his abs and thighs, those bouncing bovine bits remaining frustratingly out of grasp. That was, until, he finally slipped up.

After another bout of circling, it seemed he was getting someone fed up with it all, and instead of another quick testing jab he threw his weight forward in a full on punch, aimed square at my face. While it was a bit of a surprise, I was more than prepared for it, and so I deftly ducked down and back, bringing my arm up in a brutal, precisely aimed swipe. My fist was nowhere near his body, but what the bull had evidently forgotten was the trails of fur flowing from my arms, fur that when used correctly wasn't too dissimilar from a whip.

There was a wicked snap that echoed through the arena as that fur slapped him square between his legs, a direct hit to his plump pouch that sent the fuzzy lil' thing wobbling wildly. I smirked as he let out a howl of pain, his momentum carrying him right on toward and then past me. Now that I had finally gotten his measure, there was no stopping me, and as he passed I twirled around, snapping my other arm out- CRACK. Another dead-eyed hit, right between the thighs, and then he tumbled to the floor. "Agh, fuckin'.... ow!" He whined, clutching his crotch. Hehe, bet that stung! I almost felt bad for him, but... well, I didn't. And it's not like that was anything near as bad as what was in store.

"Whew, finally. Arceus above, those things are tough targets!" I snickered, standing with my hands on my hips behind him and waiting for him to rise. Trash-talking wasn't really in my wheel-house much, but I felt I had earned it after taking so dang long to get my first hit. As he got back onto his shaky feet, he grimaced at me, but I could see the fear clearly in his eyes. All it took was one (well, 2) whip-cracks to the balls and he was already having visions of the end of his manhood, and that was exactly where I wanted him.

"Fuckin'... cheap shot..." He grunted. It was honestly pretty funny seeing a big burly bull like him all quivery, barely able to stand. Even funnier that I couldn't see a trace of his bitty bits behind his hands. But I can't say I was all too happy with him besmirching my honor like that. Cheap? Me? Cheap? Far as league fights went, I fought pretty damn clean! That was just too far...

"Hmmph, you're one to talk about bein' cheap. Nuts like that? Pff. Those Cheri berries are waaaaaay too small for a fair fight. If they can't even be targets, I don't know what in the hell you can use 'em for. Same goes for that nub above 'em." I snickered, his glare intensifying. Clearly I was getting under his skin. Only a matter of time before he fucked up again. "Look on the bright side though! Not like it's gonna matter much once I pop 'em. Doubt you get much action as it is." I winked. "I'll just be doin' you a favor~."

I'm not sure which part of what I said did it, but clearly he had had enough of me mocking his aching "man"hood. No sooner did the words leave my mouth than he charged right at me, howling in soon to be impotent rage with his horns leveled at my head. I would've laughed at the stupidity of the maneuver if I had had the time to, but I didn't, so I promptly met his charge with one of my own. At the very last moment I dropped low, sliding right on between his legs and emerging from behind him. His brazen charge was stopped dead in his tracks, and a hush fell over the audience as the aerial cam zoomed in to figure out why.

It was, of course, because clenched tightly in my claws was his fuzzy little coin-purse, stretched between his thighs and bulging up against his butt. The poor bull was dangling forward, saved only from slumping to the ground by my iron grip on his acorns, which even tugged taut to the bottom of his sack seemed woefully inadequate. The screens were filled with a close-up view of those aching fun-sized creme eggs, and his whimpering could be heard quite clearly over the renewed applause from the attendees. "Oh Arceus, l-let go! F-fuck, let me gooo!" He mewled and whined and struggled to right himself, but I knew that he was at my mercy at this point.

I smirked and tightened my grip around the neck of his sack, making those squirming spheres bulge out even further, and eliciting another mewl of pain from him. "Nah, I don't wanna." While my taunting could leave something to be desired, my testicle traumatizing abilities certainly did not. With a meaty THUMP I brought my fist down- hard. His nuts had nowhere to escape, and finally took a proper blow, pancaking out between my fist and my other hand. The blow was so fierce I could feel my knuckles touching through that battered nut-meat, and yet as I pulled my fist away I found them still remarkably intact, though starting to swell. "Hmmph. Should be thanking me really." I teased, giving him another hefty thump. "You might finally get to have like, normal sized nuts. Before they uh... well, y'know, pop." I snickered, and before his protests could resume anew I brought my fist down again and again and again.

THWAP THWAP THWAP THWAP. The sound of it was music to my ears, and to the ears of any other ladies present I imagined. There's nothing that really sounds better than tenderizing some testicles, even ones that may not be as meaty as you'd like. Tony's whimpers became full on howls of agony, suspended as he was, there was no way he could hope to escape the brutal barrage his beanbag was receiving. His balls barely had time to reinflate before my fists came down again, those poor quivering eggs swelling further with each and every smack. His brown furred sack was looking an angry shade of red by the time I relented, though given how they had swelled up I couldn't in good conscience call 'em Cheri berries any more. Don't get me wrong, they were still some itty bitty lookin' things, but I had made good on my promise to plump 'em up before I turned 'em to mush.

"Please... n-no more..." The bull was whimpering, a delightful hitch in his tone from all the abuse his balls had just received. I took a moment to just savor the havoc I had wrought on his sack- feeling up his quivering gonads with a claw and just loving how squishy they had gotten. I'm not really a biologist or whatever, but I'd popped enough nuts to know that they were in quite the sorry state. Usually they're supposed to be uh... solid. And not, well... sort of solid.

"Aw, don't worry big guy, we're almost done." I cooed, giving his aching balls a bit of affectionate petting, feeling the warmth radiating off of them. I figured one more punch would be enough to do him in, so with a final, admittedly self-indulgent wave to the crowd, I raised a fist high and brought it whistling down-

Squick. Just like that, I felt my grip give way, and the bull fell face first to the floor, screaming and immediately curling up into a sobbing ball. The crowd roared triumphantly, and I knew I had the biggest, dumbest grin on my face. Arceus, that felt good! It always did- but even more so when he actually had me on my back foot at some point, y'know?

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Lizzie and Zara offered a polite round of applause, celebrating their companion's riveting castration of the bull. "Heeeey, not ba-"

"Not done yet."

"Huh?" Both the other gals looked at each other confused, speaking in unison.

"Not done yet!"

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Poor Tony wasn't able to get off the floor, and yet it didn't seem like he had been lucky enough to pass out either. This worked out perfectly for me, cause it meant the refs wouldn't stop me from playing around some more with that lil bag of jelly between his legs. With all the pain he was in, it was easy enough to roll him over and kick his legs around, though it was a little challenging to pry his fingers loose. "Oh stop it, nothin' worth protecting there any mo...." I blinked a few times and trailed off, staring in confusion at his crotch once I had gotten his hands loose.

Instead of that adorable little nub of a prick and a sloshing sack of goo, I saw two plump, swollen, angry red nuts there in his fur, basically mocking me with their continued survival.

"What the fuck?" Both me and the referee had said in unison, staring in disbelief at his sturdy little balls. Those slippery motherfuckers must've just squicked on out of my fingers! Ugh! In my frustration I brought an open-palm slap down on his quivering eggs, making him squawk and making me feel just a little bit better. I looked up at the ref, a plaintive expression on my face, one that was quite clearly saying "pretty please". She looked up to the crowd, then the judge's box, and then back down at me, shrugging. "Eh, go for it."

Hell yeah. Looks like Mr. Bull Boy's sneaky spheres wouldn't be saved after all! I was grinning like Zara on National Poffin Day ("Hey, rude.") as I grabbed Tony by the shoulders, roughly hoisting him up to stand again. It was a little tough to keep him on his feet, but it's not like I needed him there for long. "You really did put on a good fight y'know." I cooed, smirking up at him while I fondled his swollen testicle. I was being gentle really, but his face still twisted up into an expression of pain. Dude's nads were just that tender. "But, even itty bitty little balls like this can't make it that long in the League~" We both knew what was coming next, but he wasn't able to look me in the eye while I did it. I reclaimed by white-knuckled grip on his sack, making sure his baby-makers were nice and taut, with nowhere to hide. I flexed my leg and brought my knee up, stopping it just as it touched his bloated ballbag. "Just checkin' my aim is all." I giggled.

And then I brought my knee right back up, crashing square into his sack and utterly obliterating his jewels.

They both gave way with a resounding pop, reduced utterly and entirely to mush after enduring so much damage prior. I could feel it all happen, and I was gleeful as could be, my knee coming up to meet my fist with the barest hint of resistance before his testes gave way. The crowd roared as the rapid replay began on the screens, flashing numerous angles of his nuts being turned to jelly as I held my knee there triumphantly. I wanted to say something else snarky, but when I looked up, I realized he was just barely clinging to consciousness. So, I just let him fall, and turned to bask in the applause, satisfied to have added another two tallies to my nut-count.

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"Whooo! You go girl!" Lizzie whooped triumphantly, while Zara did much the same. Their somewhat lackluster reaction before had made Misha all the happier to build up to the proper ending, and she found herself grinning far too giddily at her companions. "That was fuckin' awesome!" "When do the VODsss come out? I want to ssssee you holding him up by hisss nutsss, hehe." "Fuck that, I wanna see you fuckin' pancakes those things! And hear it, mmph."

Okay, maybe they're a bit too excited. Misha grinned sheepishly, waving her arm dismissively. "Oh hush, it wasn't that special. I mean, I guess I did kinda hype it up a bit. But... y'know. Just your average neutering in front of a crowd of a few thousand." She shrugged.

"Don't pretend to be all humble. I know you get off on this just as much as we do." Zara leered at her lecherously, and in response to Misha's confused expression nodded down to her crotch. The weasel looked down and yipped, covering her arousal with some arm fur. "Eep! Uh, wh-who's next?"