An Audie-ence of One

The first yellow flag had been…well, the town flag.

When Jason had signed up to move to Lopsided Island, it had seemed like exactly the fresh start he was a looking for — a chance to leave his busy city life behind, and to start over in a tropical paradise. The pictures made it look like heaven, from its beautiful blossoming cherry trees to the big, ripe coconuts that littered the beach. A fledgling nudist colony had started up on the island just a few months ago, and now the town was looking for more residents. It was a big change, but Jason knew it was where he wanted to be.

“Lopsided Island” was a bit of a funny name — there was probably an interesting story there — but the first thing that really made Jason pause was the flag. A pair of coconuts made plenty of sense for a tropical island…but why were they cracked? It was an odd touch. He shrugged the thought away and finished packing his bags.

When Jason stepped off the chartered plane and took the first few steps into his new life, he had never felt so excited, both emotionally and physically. (Some of that excitement manifested itself as a raging erection…but hey, he couldn’t be the FIRST guy who had shown up at a nudist colony with a hard-on.) There was a small party waiting to greet him on the beach, including Isabelle, the town administrator. He had approached her with a warm smile, reaching out to shake paws—

[i]THUMP![/i]

—and then Isabelle had greeted him with a knee to the balls so thunderous that it had nearly cost him his left nut.

You see, as it turned out, Lopsided Island was less a “nudist colony” and more a “nudist cult”. One of the benefits of starting a town on a deserted island in international waters was that you got to make up your own laws — and on Lopsided Island, the residents had built a rich and thriving economy based almost entirely on testicular trauma. It was open season on every ballsac in town. 

The official currency of the island was bells, but the [i]un[/i]official currency was ballkicks, at an exchange rate of 1-to-1. From the moment he had arrived, Jason had found himself 5,000 bells in debt for his new tent — which meant [i]five thousand[/i] ball-thumping kicks in the groin, to be administered by Isabelle at a pace of his choosing. Upgrading to an actual house meant another [i]98,000[/i] blows to the balls — roughly 100 a day for 3 full years.

Jason had considered turning around and immediately leaving, but he truly didn’t have a penny to his name in this place, and even a plane ticket home cost a full 2,000 “bells”. He had been searching for alternate solutions, but so far he had come up empty-handed.

Also, he had to admit: the girls on the island were EXTREMELY attractive, so much so that it seemed almost crazy to leave them. Even after that crushing knee to the groin, and the many, many low blows that followed over the first few days and weeks, his erection never seemed to wane. He found himself surprisingly willing to soak up a couple of punts in the balls if it meant he got to spend time getting up-close and personal with his hot, naked neighbors. 

Not that it usually led to an actual orgasm — no, his nuts were far too sore for that kind of thing. Still, he found himself throbbing in a female’s paw (or muzzle) at least a few times a day, even if it WAS with a freshly busted pair of balls. Every night, he went to bed with testicles that RADIATED ache, swollen and bruised from every female's footpaw, and often blue with days of unspent spunk.

It was hell, but it was sexy hell. And no one drove that point home more than Audie.

[i]WHUMP![/i]

“[i]Guh![/i]”

Audie was Jason’s next-door neighbor, and by far the most friendly villager on the island. She made sure to come over and say hello first thing every morning. Her standard greeting was a full-force kick in the groin.

“Mornin’, foxtrot!” The curvy vixen gave him a flirty smile, her white sunglasses pushed back on her head and her NookPhone dangling on a lanyard looped around her wrist. “How are they hangin’?”

“…[i]F-Fuck,[.i]” Jason croaked, his legs wobbling like jelly as he tried to stay on his feet. Dear god — no matter how many times she slammed her footpaw up between his legs, it never got any easier to suffer through that familiar nutache. “M-morning, Audi-[i]EAGH![/i]”

[i]WHUD.[/i]

Audie cackled at the sound, her generous rack jiggling with her laughter. “Man, when I kick you in the nuts, the sound is always so SATISFYING! I dunno what it is about your balls, foxtrot — maybe it’s cuz they’re so swollen?” The vixen shrugged, wiggling her toes as she lowered her leg. “It just makes me wanna kick ‘em every time I see you!”

“I can tell,” Jason wheezed, his entire body trembling. Audie caused him more daily ballpain than any other girl on the island — more than Isabelle, even, who stopped by every afternoon to help him slowly “pay off his mortgage”. The vixen seemed to seek out his ballbag at every possible opportunity, and she never held anything back. Every time that Audie launched that strong right leg of hers up into his naked nuts, Jason wondered if he was about to lose a testicle. Or two.

And yet still, despite the imminent threat to his fertility, he continued to greet her every morning with his legs spread and his balls dangling. She was just so…so HOT. Impossibly, gorgeously hot, with healthy curves and thick thighs and a muzzle that was made to suck dick. Every time she stopped by to chat, he was always as hard as a stone. When he lay in bed at night, jerking off to relieve a bit of the ache in his battered balls, he always thought of her sly smirk and her wide hips. Just the memory of her footpaw pressed up against his junk was enough to make him blow his load across the wall of his tent.

Audie hadn’t seemed to notice his affections thus far, but he could understand that — after all, he spent 90% of his time around her curled up in the fetal position. It wasn’t a great way to get to know someone.

“Oh hey, did you hear that we’re getting a new villager today?” Audie was clearly excited, judging by the gentle wagging of her tail. “Ankha says it’s another guy — a rhino! Ooh, I hope he’s got a big dick.” She sighed dreamily. “It’s always nice to meet a new friend who can really RAIL you, you know?”

Jason’s breath caught in his throat, and his eager erection gave a mighty THROB. “I-…I’ll bet,” he stuttered.

Audie paused, tilting her head to one side. “Actually…wait. Have you and I fucked yet?” She looked down pointedly at his cock.

“Uh…n-no.” Jason swallowed nervously, his heart pounding in his chest AND in his dick.

“Oh! Well we should fix that!” The vixen shook her head sympathetically, crossing her arms beneath her bare breasts. “I mean, it wouldn’t be very neighborly of me if I flaunted this pussy in front of you every day and DIDN’T let you fuck it.”

“Hhhh.” Holy fuck, was she SERIOUS?! He tried not to stare at her nude body, imagining how good it would feel to slide inside her tight sex and hear her moan in his ear…

“Tell you what.” Audie gave him a sly look, lowering her voice to a sultry whisper. “Why don’t you spread your legs and let me get all the ballbusting out of my system for today — say, 10 more kicks? — and then you can bend me over your workbench and fuck me any way you want. Deal?”

Jason nodded eagerly, agreeing before he could second-guess his decision. “Deal!”

“Aw, you’re supes cute when you’re turned on!” The vixen winked at him, taking a step back to size up her targets. “Now don’t you dare pass out on me…”

[i]THUMP![/i]
“One!”
[i]PLAP![/i]
“Two!
[i]FMP![/i]
“Three!”

And just like that, Audie was off — pulling back her bare leg, then rocketing it upwards into Jason’s waiting targets with enough force to lift him up onto his tiptoes. The blows came one after another, hard and fast, each one thoroughly crushing Jason’s testicles out of shape. Before his flattened balls even had time to reinflate back into their usual round shapes, her footpaw would come slamming up into his groin again, pounding his balls into pancakes against the hard bone of his pelvis.

Even by kick #3, sirens had started to go off in Jason’s head. After all, Audie could REALLY kick. Usually the vixen’s dozen-or-so ball-thumping blows were spaced out throughout the day, which gave his testicles a bit of time to recover…but as Jason watched his foxy crush wind up for her fourth nut-shattering kick in a row, he realized he might have just agreed to his own neutering.

“[i]Ohhhhhh,[/i]” warbled Jason, high-pitched and despairing.

[i]WHUD![/i]
Audie grinned with gritted teeth. “Four!”
[i]WHAM![/i]
“Five!”
[i]THUD![/i]
“Six!

There was no question now: Audie was utterly obliterating his testicles. Jason’s ‘nads had given up on being round — now they just rearranged themselves into whatever shape was necessary to survive each blow. His dick twitched and drooled with each impact, spitting sticky strands of pre onto the female’s ankle as she repeatedly attempted to kick his nuts into his skull.

“My [i]BALLS![/i]” he finally managed to squeak, quivering in place as his body tried to process the overwhelming agony. Every [i]THUMP[/i] threatened to end his manhood — and yet still his legs remained spread, awaiting Audie’s next punishing punt.

[i]FMP![/i]
“Seven!” The female was really working up a sweat, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she quickly lined up her next kick.
[i]WHUD![/i]
“Eight!”
[i]WHUMP![/i]
“Nine!”

“[i]Hhhhhhh!![/i]” Jason’s cry of pain was shrill and tight, as his fat, bruised balls continued to soak up more abuse than one pair ever should. The male could see his future flashing before his eyes — or his reproductive future, at least. He watched with dread as Audie cocked her leg back for one final, ball-destroying kick, her thigh muscles bulging with power. His eyes roamed across her naked body, his balls churning with agony and desire, his dick harder than steel. God, all he wanted was to fuck Audie at least once before she popped his—!

[i]CRUNCH.[/i]
“Ten!”

Jason’s squealing soared into the soprano as Audie's footpaw struck home one last time, crushing his balls into his pelvis hard enough to make his nutmeat squish out from between her bare toes. His left ball managed to squirt out of the way after a split second, but that left his right ball all alone to absorb the entirety of the impact. The rubbery orb was smashed flat across the top of the vixen’s footpaw — and Jason’s vision went dark at the edges as he felt something crumple deep inside that tortured right nut. Male instinct told him that the flirty vixen had just permanently lowered his sperm count—

—and at the same time, a GEYSER of semen erupted from his twitching cock, showering his naked crush in what seemed like a gallon of scrambled spunk. Jason let out an ungodly cry of agony and ecstasy as his testicles unloaded their contents, firing thick white ropes of cum across Audie’s bright orange fur. Rope after rope erupted from his untouched dick, as his battered balls did their best to pump out every last drop of semen they had — just in case this was their final chance to pass on his genes.

"Hahaaaa! Nice shot, foxtrot!” Audie beamed as several more spurts of pent-up seed splattered across her lower body. “Damn, LOOK at this mess. You’ve got more saved up more than Tom Nook, huh?”

The vixen lowered her leg, and immediately Jason collapsed at her feet, his hands buried between his legs to clutch whatever was left of his battered ballbag. “My[i]balls,[/i]” the male croaked, shuddering as wave after wave of nausea washed over him. He was relieved to find both of his testicles still intact — but that did nothing to relieve the apocalyptic agony radiating from his thoroughly pulverized nutsac. “Oh, my…[i]ohhhhhh![/i]”

Audie watched him writhe for a few moments, whistling cheerfully to herself…but as she looked down at the cum coating her fur, that carefree happiness gave way to a concerned realization. “Ooh. Hmmmm.” The vixen swiped her paw through some of the spunk covering her tits, peering at it closely as it dripped between her fingers. “I guess…I guess if you just blew your load a few seconds ago, then you’re probably in no condition to fuck me right now, huh? You probably need some time to recharge. Gotta refill those balls and all.”

Jason gave no answer, other than a traumatized mewl.

The vixen frowned. “Aw, that sucks. Well, don’t worry about it — we can always try this again tomorrow, right?” She planted her paws confidently on her bare hips. “Now that you’ve got some practice, I’m SURE you’ll be able to hold your load through 10 kicks next time.”

The male moaned. Was she serious???

Apparently she was. “Mmph…I’m not gonna lie, all this kicking got me riled up. I’m gonna go see about that new villager and his big fat DICK.” The vixen bent down to give Jason a quick peck on the cheek. “You rest up those balls of yours and I’ll be back to boot ‘em around tomorrow, okay foxtrot?”

“…Okay,” Jason squeaked, shuddering as he came to terms with his reality. Audie owned his balls, thoroughly and completely. They were hers to do with as she pleased. She was clearly going to kick him into sterility at some point. It was just a matter of when.

Hopefully he’d get to fuck her first.