Wait and see if anyone else shows up

You wait to see who else might show up and it's a futa girl! There aren't many in the battle, and you haven't fought one before, but boys consider it a fairer fight than a girl because the futa girls have balls too.

The futa girl approaches, her unique anatomy immediately apparent. She has the upper body of a woman with small, perky breasts, but below the waist she sports both female and male genitalia. Her cock is semi-erect, bobbing slightly as she walks, while her balls hang heavy beneath.

"Well, well," she says with a smirk. "Looks like I've found myself a worthy opponent. You took down that MILF pretty good."

She eyes you up and down, her gaze lingering on your groin. "But how will you fare against someone who knows exactly how those balls of yours feel, hmm? This should be interesting."

The futa girl takes a fighting stance, her own testicles visibly tightening in anticipation. "Ready when you are, stud. Let's see who's got the tougher nuts."

"OK..." you say, warily. "But I should go first. Your nuts are fresh, and mine still ache from the MILF's squeezing. It's only fair."

The futa girl nods, a hint of sympathy in her eyes. "Fair enough. Those MILF types can be brutal. Alright, take your shot. But don't expect me to go easy on you when it's my turn."

She spreads her legs slightly, presenting her unique package. Her balls hang low, swaying gently as she adjusts her stance. "Come on then, let's see what you've got left in those battered nuts of yours."

The futa girl braces herself, muscles tensing in anticipation of the incoming ball pain.

The futa girl lets out a pained gasp as your foot connects solidly with her testicles. Her eyes go wide and she doubles over, hands instinctively moving to cup her injured gonads.

"Fuck!" she wheezes, voice strained. "That was... a good hit. Didn't think you had it in you after that MILF worked you over."

She takes a few deep breaths, trying to compose herself. You can see her balls have indeed been pushed up, leaving an empty sack hanging between her legs.

Knowing the pain and weakness of ascended testicles, you offer her a time out to try and rescue them.

The futa girl nods gratefully, wincing as she reaches down to massage her aching scrotum. "Thanks, that's decent of you. Give me a sec..."

She grunts and shifts uncomfortably, working to coax her testicles back down into place. After a few moments of careful maneuvering, she sighs in relief as her balls descend back into their sack.

"Alright, that's better," she says, straightening up. "Ready for round two?"

She takes a fighting stance again, eyeing your groin with renewed focus. The air is tense with anticipation as you both prepare for the next exchange.

The futa girl takes aim and delivers a devastating kick right to your exposed testicles. The impact sends shockwaves of agony through your entire body, and you immediately double over, fighting the urge to vomit.

"How's that feel, tough guy?" she taunts, a smirk playing on her lips. "Not so fun when you're on the receiving end, is it?"

You struggle to catch your breath, the nausea intensifying with each passing second. The futa girl watches you closely, her own balls still tender from your earlier attack.

The futa girl's expression softens slightly as she watches you struggle with the intense pain and nausea.

"Hey, I know exactly how you're feeling right now," she says, her voice a mix of sympathy and pride. "That sick, queasy feeling in your gut? The way your whole body feels like it's shutting down? Yeah, I've been there."

She gestures to her own package. "These babies have taken their fair share of hits. It's like your body can't decide if it wants to puke, pass out, or both. And the way the pain just radiates through your whole body? It's something only guys - and futas like me - can truly understand."

The futa girl shakes her head, a rueful smile on her face. "It's why we're considered the great equalizers in this game. We know the strengths and weaknesses of both sides. We can dish it out and take it."

She eyes you appraisingly. "You're holding up better than most, I'll give you that. But don't think I'm going easy on you just because I know how it feels. This is still a competition, after all."

You struggle to stand on shaky legs, sweat beading on your pale forehead, and take your next shot directly into the futa's orbs.

The futa girl crumples to her knees, clutching her groin. She takes a few shaky breaths before looking up at you, her face pale.

"Ugh... nice shot," she groans. "Now we're both feeling it. That sickening ache in the pit of your stomach? The way your whole body feels weak and shaky? Yeah, I've got it too now."

She swallows hard, fighting back the nausea. "It's like your insides are trying to crawl out through your throat, isn't it? And every little movement just makes it worse."

The futa girl attempts to stand but stumbles, clearly disoriented from the intense testicular pain. "Fuck... this is gonna be a real test of endurance now. Think you can outlast me?"

The futa girl staggers to her feet, grimacing in pain. She eyes your prone form and seizes the opportunity, delivering another solid kick to your already battered testicles.

You collapse, retching violently as waves of agony and nausea wash over you. The pain is all-encompassing, radiating from your groin throughout your entire body.

As you struggle to regain your composure, the futa girl notices your're leaking precum at an alarming rate. She raises an eyebrow, a mix of surprise and amusement on her face.

The futa girl nods knowingly, her expression a mix of sympathy and determination.

"That's right, your balls are reaching their limit," she explains, gesturing to your leaking member. "When a boy's testicles take too much damage, they start to swell and produce more fluid as a last-ditch effort. It's like they're trying to empty themselves before they pop."

She takes a deep breath, steadying herself. "It's a normal reaction, but it also means you're on borrowed time. Once you start leaking like that, it usually doesn't take much more to finish the job."

The futa girl shifts her weight, wincing slightly as she adjusts her own tender package. "So what's it gonna be? You want to keep going, or are those battered nuts of yours ready to call it quits?"

Despite the ball pain, you struggle to your knees and manage another shot to her testicles.

The futa girl crumples to the ground, retching violently. Her body shakes as she empties the contents of her stomach onto the arena floor.

"Fuck," she gasps between heaves, "You've got more fight in you than I thought."

She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, her face pale and clammy. Her testicles have visibly swollen, hanging low and heavy between her legs.

"But don't think this means you've won," she warns, her voice hoarse. "I've still got some fight left in me."

The futa girl struggles to her knees, clearly disoriented from the intense pain and nausea. She looks up at you, a mix of respect and determination in her eyes.

The futa girl looks down, noticing the clear fluid leaking from her own member. Her eyes widen in surprise and concern.

"Well, would you look at that," she says with a nervous chuckle. "Seems like we're both in the danger zone now."

She takes a deep breath, wincing as she shifts her weight. "When a futa starts leaking like this, it means our balls are right on the edge too. One or two more good hits and..." she trails off, leaving the implication hanging in the air. The futa girl shakes her head. "I can still hear the sound they made when they popped in the last battle. First the left, then the right. It was like someone stepping on grapes. The pain... I've never felt anything like it."

The futa girl looks up at you, a mix of determination and resignation in her eyes. "Guess this is it. Next exchange could be the last for either of us. You ready to see who's got the tougher nuts?"

You signal you're readiness to continue, and the futa takes her next shot.

The futa girl's kick lands with devastating accuracy. You feel an excruciating burst of pain as your right testicle takes the brunt of the impact. There's a sickening sensation, like something giving way inside you.

"Oh shit," the futa girl gasps, her eyes wide. "I think I heard something crack. Are you... are you okay?"

You double over, struggling to breathe through the intense agony. The pain is unlike anything you've experienced before - sharper, more localized than previous hits.

"That doesn't look good," she says, her voice a mix of concern and grim satisfaction. "Might be the beginning of the end for that nut. How bad is it?"

The futa girl nods grimly as she watches your involuntary release.

"That's not good, man. When one ball splits like that, it's only a matter of time before it goes completely. The pressure inside builds up until - pop. Game over for that nut."

She winces sympathetically. "You've got a choice to make now. Keep fighting with one good ball and one that could burst any second, or call it quits. No shame in tapping out at this point."

Her own package looks swollen and tender, a reminder that she's not far from the edge herself. Her cock, which had been rythmically pulsing for a while, starts twitching more rapidly.

The futa girl's eyes widen as she has a sympathetic orgasm from watching your unexpected release. Her breath quickens and her body trembles, overwhelmed by the intense arousal triggered by the sight.

"Oh fuck," she gasps, her legs shaking. "I can't... I can't hold it..."

With a loud moan, her own orgasm crashes over her. Her cock pulses as she shoots her load, her body jerking with each spurt.

As the waves of pleasure subside, she looks at you with a mix of embarrassment and renewed determination.

"Well," she pants, "that was... unexpected. But don't think this means I'm done fighting. How about you? Think you can keep going with that damaged nut of yours?"

Barely able to stand, you summon everything you have left and deliver it all in a final blow to the futa's swollen orbs.

The futa girl lets out an agonized scream as your kick lands with devastating ****. Her eyes bulge and she doubles over, clutching her groin.

"No... no no no," she whimpers, her voice barely audible. "They're... they're gone. You've popped them both."

She collapses to her knees, tears streaming down her face. "I can't believe it. One hit and they're just... mush."

The futa girl looks up at you, her expression a mix of pain, defeat, and grudging respect. "Congratulations," she gasps. "You've eliminated me from the competition. But be careful... there are tougher opponents ahead."

With that, she slumps to the ground, effectively out of the battle. You've survived another round, but at what cost to your own damaged testicle?