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"So, what are we watching now?"

Melissa sat on the large, maroon leather couch that occupied much of her best friend's living room. It was late at night on a Saturday, and most of the house was already asleep, including her best friend Sarah. The only two people still up were Melissa, and Sarah's dorky younger brother Max. The younger lion currently shared the couch with her, his tufted tail flicking back and forth, occasionally brushing the vixen's legs.

"This one's called Space Fantasy Go! Go!" The lion adjusted his black-rimmed glasses on his short, golden-furred snout. "With two exclamation points."

"That's the stupidest name yet." Melissa scrunched her muzzle, then took a sip of her Mountain Dew. Since returning from an unexpectedly exciting encounter with Sarah in the hallway earlier that evening, she'd watched a few anime shows on TV, with Max. The little dork loved the stuff, but Melissa never knew what the hell was going on. "Why do they all have such weird names?"

The lion shrugged. "Well, most of them are direct translations of the original name, I think." He waggled the TV remote at the screen. "This one's kind of tongue in cheek, though. It's almost like a parody of sci-fi and fantasy-type anime. See, it's about these space pirates, who stumble on this world where everything is still at the medieval level, and they have magic and stuff, too."

"Isn't that the plot of a video game?"

"It's the plot of a lot of things." Max offered the vixen a dopey grin, his leonine ears splayed. "But, this is the kind of show that knows that, and has a lot of fun with it. You might actually this one, though. There's a vixen in it, who acts kinda like you." He scratched at his ear, then licked his nose. "Or, we can watch something else, if you want? I don't wanna annoy you, or whatever."

The vixen leaned her head back against the sofa, smiling. "That's nice of you, but this show's fine. I just didn't want go to bed yet, so hanging out's cool."

"Okay!" Max mimicked her gesture, leaning his golden-furred head back. His tail flicked against Melissa's leg, ruffling her pajama pants. "Sorry, am I too close? I can scoot further away if you want."

Melissa perked her black-tipped ears. "Nah, you're fine."

"Okay, if you're sure." Max took a drink from his soda, then set it on the end table. "I just didn't want you to be all, 'quit touchin' me, Dork'! And then wham!" He made a fist, and then playfully aimed it in the direction of Melissa's crotch. "Right in the nards!"

Melissa laughed, reaching out to ruffle the fur between his ears. As he laughed and squirmed, she glanced down at herself, legs parted. "If you think there's nards down there, you might want to go back to health class."

"Yeah, yeah." Max batted her hand away. "You know what I mean. Just wanted to be sure I'm not bugging you."

"Nope, you're fine." Melissa shrugged, then patted the cushion between them. "Hell, you can get closer if you want, I don't care."

"Okay!" Max started to scoot closer, then paused. He put a hand between his legs, covering himself. "It's a trick, right? You're gonna whack me in the nards if I move over to you?"

The vixen only laughed, leaning against the arm of the sofa. She shrugged and flicked her bushy black and red tail across the wine-hued cushion. "Oh, please Max. That's a risk you already knew you were taking when you invited me to hang out with you."

"Well you just flopped down on the sofa after Sarah went to bed! Woulda been rude to tell you to get lost." Max giggled to himself, then slowly scooted over, edging up towards Melissa. "Just...don't get me too hard, okay?"

Melissa smirked at him, letting him get as close as he wanted. "I got a feeling you're gonna get pretty hard on your own, just sitting against me."

Max's blue eyes widened behind his glasses, and a crimson flush darkened the inside of his ears before he flattened them back. "That's not what I meant!"

"But it's true, right?" Melissa batted at his tail with her own.

"Well..." Max swallowed hard, trying to collect himself. "Probably not just from sitting next to you."

"Uh huh." She tilted her head, watching him closely. "But you had a chubby earlier, right?" Max licked his muzzle, wriggling in place. It was almost as much fun watching him squirm this way as it was when he got kicked in the nards, earlier. "Remember? When Sarah put her foot on my...yanno."

The lion's glance towards her crotch told Melissa that yes, he did know. "It may have been a little...happy."

"Oh?" Melissa gestured with her soda can. "So just like...peeking out?"

"Uhh..." Max rubbed his muzzle, murmuring into his palm. "I'm starting too, yeah."

Melissa blinked a few times. "I didn't mean now, you little dork. I meant before!"

"Oh! Right...uh...sorry." The lion fidgeted with his pajama pants.

"So you got one now?" The vixen leaned forward, looking down between the lion's legs. Nothing yet showed itself against the black and red fabric of his pajamas, but the way he was seated left them a little baggy, anyway. "I dunno, looks normal to me. Aww, did the attention make it go away?"

Max gave a nervous. "Y-yeah. I mean, it was just peeking out, anyway. Sorry, I don't mean to be...gross...or weird...or whatever. But you asked, so-"

Melissa put an ebon finger to his golden furred muzzle. "Shush, Kitten Marbles."

The lion jerked his head away, gnashing his teeth in mock bite. "I keep telling you, I don't have damn kitten marbles!"

"So you say. But, from what I hear, you do have a big, huge..." She trailed off, watching his eyes widen a little in hopeful expectation. "Crush on me."

Max's gaze fell, and his ears drooped. Then the struggle to fight back a smile played over his muzzle, and he glanced away. "I mean...fuckin' duh."

Melissa burst out laughing. "Oooh, I think that's the first time I've heard you swear."

"Well, I mean..." Max gave a frustrated sigh, gritting sharp little lion teeth. "Everybody frickin' knows. I think people were teasing me about liking you even before people knew Adam liked Sarah. So yeah, yeah." He waved a hand at her without looking back. "Go on. If you wanna tease me, tease me. I don't really care."

"Nah, I'm not gonna tease you." Melissa reached out and smoothed back one of his ears. The fur was silken-soft and warm, interrupted only by the loop around it that held his glasses secure. "Not about that, I mean. I'll tease you about everything else, but not about that. People like who they like. My brother likes your sister, I like this fox Jeremy I knew from camp, but I also like Sarah, and...well, things happen. I don't care that you have a crush on me. If anything, it makes me feel kinda good, I guess."

"So it's not...yanno, awkward?" Max tilted his head into her touch, and she stroked his ear again. "Hanging out with me, knowing I have a thing for you?"

"Nah." Melissa flicked his ear, making him yelp. "At least, it wasn't until you decided to call it a 'thing for me', instead of-"

"Wait, you like Sarah?" Max jerked his head back around, eyes wide and maw gaping. "You like Sarah?"

"Oh." Melissa pulled her hands back, folding them into her lap. "Okay, that sorta...slipped out."

Max stared at her for long moments before he managed to close his maw. He cleared his throat with a little growl, then busied himself retrieving his Mountain Dew. "Well, that's, uh, cool. Do you want, uh, another soda?"

"In a minute." Melissa scowled, flattening her ears back. Her belly suddenly felt as tangled as her thoughts. Best she could, she sought to unknot them. "Okay, look. Now it's awkward, and...that's my fault. It's just...look, people can like...more than one person."

"I know that." Max rolled his eyes. "I'm gonna get another soda."

"And, the thing is...look, Max." Melissa reached out and gently grasped Max's tail when he got up. "Yeah, I like your sister, but...look, I like...a bunch of people, actually, and..."

"You've said 'look' like, four times, Melissa." Max glanced over his shoulder, then waggled his hips to wiggle his tail in her grasp. "I think you're more embarrassed than me."

"Oh. Huh." Melissa let his tail go, and Max turned around to face her. She leaned back on the sofa, smiling up at him. "You know, it's weird. I'm sure Adam knows about Sarah and me. And I know about him and Sarah. But we have a sort of unspoken understanding, or whatever. We've both done stuff with...actually, I should shut up. Point is, she likes both of us, and we both like her, and...."

"Can I be like, really blunt?" Max crunched up his empty can in his hands. "Without getting kicked?"

Melissa lifted her foot and playfully swished it at his crotch. "You're just out of range, so go ahead."

"That all sounds kinda fucked up." He laughed and collected Melissa's can. "But it doesn't matter. Whatever you like is...I dunno, whatever you like. I mean, I've had a crush on you for at least a year, and I know nothings ever gonna happen there, and that's fine too. If you three all like each other, I don't really see the problem. I mean, as long as you and Adam aren't-"

"Fuck no!" Melissa scrunched up her muzzle, glancing away.

Max giggled, bouncing on his toes. "No, not that! I meant...jealous of each other? I dunno. That's weird, but...whatever I guess. As long as you're all happy, that's all that matters right?"

Melissa stared at him a moment, tilting her head. "That's...pretty damn smart, actually. Who replaced Sarah's bratty little brother with this wise little bastard?"

The geeky lion huffed, tufted tail swaying. "Why do I gotta be little, either way?"

"Cause you're a shrimp whose half my size?"

Max stood up on his tip toes. "I am at least three quarters of your size."

"Yeah, yeah." Melissa laughed, waving a hand at him. "You're very impressive. Well..." She lifted her foot again, waggling her toes towards his crotch. "Everywhere but where it counts, Kitten Marbles."

"I don't have damn kitten marbles!" Max stomped a foot, issuing a playful snarl.

The vixen folded her arms. "I still don't believe you. At all."

Max crunched up the other soda can, grinding them against each other between his hands. "You say that like...like you want me to prove it."

"I asked you before if I was gonna have to dare you." Melissa shrugged. "But that's okay. I'm pretty sure you don't got the guts to show your stuff to the girl you got a crush on, anyway."

Max opened his mouth to reply, but only managed a few incoherent syllables.

Melissa leaned forward a little "What was that?"

"Wouldifyadaredme."

"Oh?" Melissa tilted her head, perking a single ear. "Okay then. I dare you."

"What...what, right now? Right here?" Max's voice rose higher with every word.

Melissa flopped back against the couch, laughing. "You don't really have to, if you don't want to."

"I mean..." Max shifted his weight back and forth. "Do you...really wanna see?"

The vixen shifted to lean up against the arm of the sofa, pulling her legs up to rest them on the couch. "If you want to me? Yeah." She licked her nose, smiling. "I've seen a couple guys down there but...never a feline. So I'm curious. If you really wanna show me, I'd love to see. But if you don't, it's totally fine. Don't feel like you have to. I don't wanna make you uncomfortable."

Max gulped, but managed a playful smile. "Says the girl who's kicked me in the nards like a million times."

"That's different." Melissa giggled, her tail tip twitching. "Why don't you think about it, and-"

"I'll show you one." Max blurted the words out all at once, as if trying to convince himself he really did have the guts.

Melissa perked her ears, eyes widening a little. Her heart thumped harder, and a knot of delicious excitement wove itself inside her. "I was going to say, you go get us some sodas, and when you come back, sit with me. We'll start our little hang-out session over, and see where it leads. But if you wanna show one right now-"

"I...I kinda do. Before I chicken out, I mean."

"Okay, go for it." Melissa sat back up, leaning forward a little. "Just one of them?"

"Uh huh." Max set the crushed cans down on the end table, his hands shaking a little. "Is...that okay?"

"Perfectly okay. Whatever you're comfortable with."

"Okay. Just...uh...I've never...shown a girl." The lion fidgeted with the seam at the front of his pajamas. As the fabric moved and pressed against him, it outlined a newly arrived bulge. "Anything, I mean."

"Looks like at least part of you is enjoying the idea." Melissa pointed at his crotch, grinning. "Gettin' a chubby?"

"Uh huh." Max nodded a few times, slipping his fingers inside the front his pajamas. The lion fished around, and Melissa caught a peek of red skin, and golden fur. "Okay, umm...ready?"

"Yeah." The vixen leaned forward, watching intently. "Show me your ball."

Max shifted his pajamas again, and tugged out a single, golden-furred lion testicle. He moved his fingers out of the way, and let the feline nard protrude from his pajamas. The seam in the fabric propped it up a bit, pushing the vaguely oval-shaped gland out against the yellowy-furred skin. It did not look quite as oval shaped, or quite as large, as the canine balls she'd seen before. But it was certainly larger than the marbles she kept comparing it to. Max poked it back into his pajamas and out of sight only a moment later.

"See?" He straightened up, giving her a sheepish grin. "Told you it's not a kitten marble."

"Well whaddya know, you were right. Not that it'll stop me from calling you that. That was fun, though. Tell you what." Melissa licked her muzzle and patted the seat next to her. "Go get us some more sodas, and then come sit next to me. Nice and close this time."

"Okay..." Max picked up the crushed cans again, his hands still shaking. "I can't believe I did that."

"Me either, actually. Kinda thought you'd chicken out. Thanks, though." She reached out to stroke his arm.

"You're welcome...it was actually really fun." He shifted his weight a few times, erection pressing against his pajamas.

Melissa giggled. "You have such a boner right now."

"S-sorry." Max glanced down at it.

"I don't mind." She tilted her head towards the kitchen. "Now, if you're getting us sodas, get to it. I don't wanna spend all night waiting like I did for the remote, earlier."

"Oh...ah...right." Max turned away, half-walking, half-waddling towards the kitchen.

"Try not to chafe that thing!"

"I am trying not to chafe it," Max said, just before vanishing into the kitchen.

While the lion was away, Melissa glanced around the room. Some of the extra couch cushions the girls had tossed at Max earlier still littered the wood-paneled floor. She got up and collected them, arranging them back on the sofa. Might as well get nice and comfy. By the time she'd put all the pillows back where they belonged, Max had yet to return, but his voice drifted back from the kitchen. Melissa swiveled her ears. It sounded like the lion was muttering to himself. Melissa wondered if he was trying to work up the nerve to show more than just a single nard.

Soon Max returned to the room, a cold soda in each hand. "Here ya go." He held one out to her.

"Thanks, Dork." Melissa took it, glancing down at the smaller lion. The bulge in the front of his pajamas had melted away again. "Your little buddy go back into hiding?"

"Yeah, he, uh..." Max offered her an anxious smile, adjusting his glasses. "He got...a little nervous...all of a sudden. About what may...or...or may not happen."

"Ah!" Melissa cracked her soda open and took a sip. "Just him, huh? Not the wise lion he's attached too, right?"

Max shook his head. "Nah, just his little buddy." He lifted his own can to his muzzle. His hand shook a little, and he lowered the can, giving it a confused look before continuing. "The rest of him's definitely not nervous or anything, nope, not at all."

"Yeah, I can tell by the way he's trying to drink from a can he hasn't even opened yet."

"Oh." Max blinked and laughed, popping the can open. "Right. I knew that." He took a long drink. "So, what are-URRRRPP!" The lion flattened his ears after his belch. "Sorry."

"You're such a dork." Melissa poked his nose. "What were you saying?"

"Oh, I was going to pose you a scientific question. Sort of a silly game." Max flashed a smile, a few little fangs on display.

The vixen folded her arms, drumming fingers against the can. She wondered if this had anything to do with what he was trying to talk himself into. "Alright, professor, I'll play along."

"Okay!" Max bounced on his toes a single time. He cleared his throat, adopting a faux-scholarly tone. "Given that you have now glimpsed a lion's testicle for the first time..."

Melissa splayed her ears. "Boy, you're really going all out with this scientific thing, huh?"

Max flattened his ears back the same way, scratching at the reddish fur of his budding mane. "Sorry, I thought of this in the kitchen, and...well I thought it was clever, but...is it lame?"

"Very lame." Melissa unfolded her arms to reach out and twine a few fingers into his patchwork mane. "But also sort of adorable, so keep going."

Max nodded a few times, shifting the can from hand to hand. "As I was saying...given that you've now glimpsed a lion testicle...what are the odds that you...might still decide to flatten it and its companion before the night is over?"

That brought a smile to the vixen's muzzle. She leaned in, her snout nearly bumping his. "Mmm, I'd say about fifty percent. Which, I should add, is considerably lower than usual."

"Well...that seems like fair odds, given the circumstances..."

"It would be even lower, but...with you all acting all nerdy and shit, I kinda wanna do this." The vixen slowly lifted her knee, pressing it up between the young lion's legs. Max rose to his tip toes, his eyes widening behind his glasses. "Just cause you'd look fucking adorable right now if I kneed you in the balls."

"I...I would?" Max glanced down at her knee, breath catching.

"Mhmmm." Melissa lifted her knee a little more, till she could feel the rounded shapes of the lion's testicles, and see them bulging against his pajamas. "You look really cute when you get nailed in the nuts. You go all cross-eyed sometimes, and...I dunno. Something about that expression on a feline muzzle is even cuter than a canine."

"Thanks, I-I think..." Max swallowed, and doing his best to appear calm, took a slow drink of soda. "So...motion for you to consider lowering your knee? S-So that I may continue my queries?"

"There's more?" Melissa laughed and gave Max's nose a lick that made him shudder. "Motion passes, Kitten Marbles. For now." She dropped her knee down and let the lion return to a more relaxed stance. "Alright, go on playing scientist."

"Right. Lemme just make sure they're in order..." Max slipped a hand into his pajamas and adjusted himself. "There. Back in proper alignment."

Melissa laughed even harder, shaking her head. "You're such a dork." She set her soda down.

"Makes you laugh, though." Max smiled at her, putting his soda near hers. "I...I like that I can make you laugh."

"Yeah. It's nice." She reached out and cradled his head in her hands, smoothing back his ears before letting her fingers trail to his burgeoning mane. "So what's the next query?"

"Oh, right." Max made a show of straightening out his anime-vixen adorned shirt. "Given once more that you have now seen a single lion testicle, what are the odds that you may wish to see the second lion testicle? As well as the..." Max lapsed into giggles, then bit his lip, trying to straighten up. "P-penile sheath?"

"Penile sheath?" Melissa found herself giving into the same sort of giggle fit the geeky lion was struggling against. "You're drifting further from shore, Maxy Kitten."

"Hey! D-don't laugh!" Max giggled even louder, nearly doubling over. "These are...very scientific terms!"

"No wonder your chubby went away, if you spend your time in the kitchen thinking up scientific names for your junk." Melissa shook her head, resting a hand on the lion's shoulder to steady herself. "I oughta knee right now you on principal alone!"

Max covered himself with both hands, still grinning. "At least wait till I'm done! Besides, it..." He shrugged without moving his hands. "I'm nervous, and it...helps me relax to be silly, about it. I never thought _you_would...well, anything!"

"Nervous is natural. I was nervous as hell the first time I did anything with a guy. I mean, I was really excited too, but it's definitely nerve-wracking. So, hey, if it helps, keep it up."

Max nodded, smiling at her. "So...the odds?"

"The odds that I want to see both lion testicles together?"

"And the penile..." Max stammered through laughter. "Sheath?"

"I'd say the odds I'd like to see all that tonight are about...ninety-nine percent." Melissa ruffled up his scruffy mane until he batted her hands away. "After all, nothing's certain in science, right?"

"An astute observation!" The geeky lion beamed, his tufted tail swishing at a slowly increasing pace. Melissa half-wondered if it was matching the accelerating beat of his heart. "So, next query."

"Astute observation?" Melissa scrunched her muzzle, glancing towards the kitchen. "What, did you read a dictionary in there?"

"I can't help it if I possess an expansive vocabulary!" Max wrung his hands, trying to stick with his slightly droning professor voice. "An...important side note. If, during the vixen's observations, she witnessed an...engorgement...would she be...discontent?"

"Wait...what?" Melissa scratched her muzzle. "I didn't quite follow that one."

Max pinned his ears back, giggling. "If I get a boner while my stuff's out, are you gonna get mad?"

"Oh." Melissa shook her head. "Not at all. I pretty much figured you would."

"I'll make a note of that, then. So, final query." Max licked his muzzle, worked his jaws, and then fetched his soda to take a drink. He took a deep breath. "What...are the odds that...the vixen in question...might...if presented with an engorged leonine phallus...engage in...tactile stimulation, of...the organ in question?"

Melissa tilted her head, working through the lion's science-y babble. When things clicked in her mind, a smile slowly spread across her muzzle. "Max?" She put her hands on her hips. "Did you just ask me for a handjob?"

Max backed away, covering his crotch with one hand, just in case. He held up the other. "No, no, no, of course not! Just...asking...what the odds are that...one might occur."

"You might be acting silly, but you're getting' awfully ballsy, Kitten." She took a few steps after him, tail swaying behind her. "You better be careful, or the odds of my foot making contact with your testicles might start rising. Still...I'm impressed you worked up the nerve to ask...more or less."

Max slowly moved his hand away from his crotch, rubbing his mane instead. "I...thought I may as well. Probably the only chance I'll ever get. At least with you."

Melissa laughed and turned away from him, making sure her fluffy, red and black tail brushed against the lion's crotch. "Does it count if you jerk off and I watch?"

The lion coughed, nearly choking on his tongue.

"Because if that counts, I'd say odds are about a hundred percent." She flopped back onto the couch, waiting for him to join her. "If you're only looking for the odds that you...wait, you want me to say it all science-y?"

Max followed her back towards the couch. Despite his nervously splayed ears, the lion smiled. "Yeah, that'd be fun."

Melissa cleared her throat, waggling her fingers in the air. "In the case that the lion subject attains an erection whilst in the nude, the odds that he will experience ejaculation within the grasp of the vixen's digits is approximately seventy percent."

The gangly lion steepled his fingers in front of his muzzle. "I see, I see. So...I have a fifty percent chance of getting kicked in the nards...but a seventy percent chance of getting a hand job. Is that about right?"

"Mhm. Although, that doesn't sound very scientific."

"I think I ran outta science words." Max pushed his glasses up his muzzle. "But...that sounds like the best odds I've ever had, so..." He picked up his soda and made a show of taking a long, thoughtful drink.

Melissa thumped the couch with a hand. "Just bring your furry little lion ass over here and sit with me."

Max returned to the sofa, and plopped himself down next to Melissa. He sipped his soda, shifting, then curled his tail into his lap. "Thanks for playing along with my dumb game."

"You're welcome. It was kinda fun." She lifted her arm in invitation. "You wanna cuddle me a bit?"

"Really?" Max scooted up under her arm, leaning against her body. "I'd love to."

"Good." Melissa circled her arm around his waist, gently caressing his side. "Still nervous?"

"A little bit. But...it's a good sort of nervous." Max took a drink, then passed her his Mountain Dew. "Could you...?"

The vixen put his can on the table for him, then snuggled up against the smaller male. His fur was warm, and soft, and she could just about hear the young lion's heart thudding in his chest. She rested her head against him, her muzzle between his golden-furred ears. "You ever cuddled anyone before?"

"No." Max let some of his weight rest against her, and following her lead, stroked the fur of her forearm, ruffling it then smoothing it back down. "It's nice, though."

"Mhm. I like it. Though, I've really only cuddled a few people." She slipped her fingers under his shirt to tease at the silken fur across his stomach. "And you're the first male feline I've snuggled on, too."

"Sounds like I'm the first male feline for you in a couple ways."

Melissa lifted her head, and nodded. "Yeah. Is your little buddy back?"

Max glanced down at himself. "Not really, but he's...thinking quite seriously about making an appearance at any moment."

"Oh, he is, huh?" Melissa trailed her hand down his belly to the front of his pajamas. "I'd like to see that, actually." She ran a single finger across his waistband. "Can I pull these down a bit? I wanna see what you felines look like."

"Go ahead." The lion gulped so hard Melissa could hear it. He lifted his hips a little bit for her.

Melissa slipped her fingers into the waistband of the lion's pajamas. She tugged the front of them down, exposing the geeky lion's sheath and testicles. His sheath was shorter than the canine sheaths she'd seen, covered in the same golden-straw colored fur as the rest of him. A half inch of pointed red peeked from it. Beneath his sheath, the lion's balls hung loose, like two fuzzy golden nuggets. The left hung a bit lower than the right, though both tightened up in protest of the invasion of cooler air.

The vixen rested her head against the lion's shoulders, staring down at his feline privates. Her voice was soft, a playful whisper. "Lion stuff, lion stuff, I can see your lion stuff."

"Yup." Max laughed, a sound that trembled with nervous excitement. "First girl to ever see it. Is it...is it...different?"

"A little." Melissa tugged his pj's down across his sun-hued hips, so they wouldn't ride back up too easily. "Your balls look more...round, I guess? Just a bit, though." She glanced at Max's face, then bumped her muzzle against his cheek. "You like being seen by a girl?"

"Uh huh..." Max shivered and murmured, then turned his head to nuzzle her. "M'gettin' a chubby again."

"Figured you would."

Melissa lay her head against the lion, watching his maleness show itself off. The lion's tapered, crimson tool unsheathed quickly. In a handful of breaths, it went from red tip peeking out to a rigid lion erection, jutting up above his balls. It was a little different than a canine's, lacking any sign of a knot at its base. Instead, it had what almost looked like little bumps around part of it. Which, if she remembered health class correctly, were called barbs.

"Lion chubby, lion chubby." She giggled, resting her hand on his thigh, not far from brushing his balls. "Now whenever you get an embarrassing boner around me and Sarah, I know what's sticking out down there."

"Heh, yeah." Max swallowed again, shifting a little. His erection bobbled. "Though, whenever that happens, it's definitely because of you."

"Oh, I'm sure. But maybe next time, I oughta yank your pants down in front of her, just so she can see exactly where to aim her foot, to make your boner away."

The lion snorted. "If you talk like that, you're gonna make it go away."

"Aww, you don't want me to get to see her kick you right in the bare nards?" Giggling, Melissa patted his furry balls, making them bobble.

Max shivered, fighting back a whimper. "Not if I have a choice."

"So you'd rather let me kick you in the bare ones, instead?" Melissa trailed a single finger pad over the lion's left testicle, ruffling the silky golden fur.

"Not...what I...urrrhnn..." Max's member twitched, a little clear dribble running down it. "What...do I get out of...the deal?"

"I dunno." Melissa shrugged, then pressed her muzzle to his ear. "Tits?"

"R-really?" Max's eyes widened, his gaze trailing down her shirt.

"Maybe. We could certainly talk about it, but you'd have to _let_me do it. You'd have to get naked, and spread 'em so I could get a clear shot." She patted his balls again.

Max shuddered and murmured. "Could we...maybe...stick to just the naked part, this time?"

Melissa laughed, easing back from him. "Probably the best place to start. Because I think your handjob odds are going up."

"Oh...really?"

"Mhm." She grasped his shirt and went to tug it up over his head, only to pause when she realized she recognized the character on it. "Oh, hey, this is the vixen from that...Space Go show."

"Yeah, she's the one from the fantasy world!" Max flattened the shirt out against his body, showing off the artwork. Though the cartoon vixen was well drawn, her skimpy armor clearly provided no actual combat function whatsoever. "You'd love her, cause...oh, look, this is the part I mentioned earlier! You're gonna love this part!"

Melissa glanced at the TV just in time to see the animated vixen kick a snarling, black furred wolf-monster right between the legs. The wolf-beast's eyes bugged out, and it howled in anguish, dropping to its knees. Then it flopped over, writhing back and forth, only for the cartoon vixen to aim another kick at its crotch. Which led to a flash cut of the creature's eyes going cross, along with a cutaway to an egg cracking.

"Oh my god!" Melissa laughed, and yanked the shirt up over Max's head. "You're right, that was great!"

Max adjusted his glasses, beaming at her. "See? She basically solves all her problems with ball kicking. She's you, basically."

"He says, with his balls hanging out and begging for a smack." Melissa poked the lion's naked testicles. "But...yeah, she basically is."

Max gave a sigh. "I really shouldn't have said that, should I. Just don't get 'em too bad, okay?"

The vixen just laughed, gesturing for him to stand up. "Maybe they'll get lucky, and just get played with, tonight."

"Well..." Max slowly stood up, then wriggled out of his pajamas. He stepped out of them, and kicked the garment aside. His balls bobbled with his movements, erection swaying. "It is the first time they've ever been out in front of anyone...wouldn't want them to get the wrong impression."

"So you'd rather I lull them into a false sense of security by being nice to them, then next time I see you naked?" Melissa flung her bare foot towards his crotch, freezing it a few inches away from the lion's naked testicles. "BAM!"

Even without Melissa making any contact, Max yelped and hunched over, grabbing at himself. "Owww...that would hurt sooo much!"

"Duh! That's the point." Melissa leaned forward, running her hands down the naked lion's sides, then over his hips. "You look pretty good, naked. Though you look kinda silly with your chubby sticking up over your hands. Move 'em."

"First promise you're not gonna get me in the nards."

"If I wanted to get you in the nards, you'd already be rolling on the floor." She smiled at him, tracing her fingers in circles through his fur. "Come on. We've gone this far. I'll be nice the rest of the night, I promise."

"Okay...if you promise." Max slowly moved his hands. The lion's gold-furred balls dropped back into place, hanging between his legs. "Better?"

"Better." Melissa tilted her head, examining him for a few moments. "You got pretty cute nards, actually."

"Really?" Max peered down at himself, erection still staring back at up him above his nuts.

"I think so, anyway. But...I think balls are kinda cool. They're really...mysterious, I guess, to girls?" She cupped her hand under them. "Can I play with them?"

"Yeah, just be gentle, okay?"

Melissa nodded, hefting the geeky young lion's balls in her hand. She lifted them till the plump little orbs outlined themselves against the sun-colored fur, then released them to watch them drop back into place. Melissa traced a single finger around the right one, watching as it slowly tightened up against Max's body, soon followed by its twin.

"Which one got hurt worst earlier, when your sister kicked you?" Melissa moved her finger over to the left one, gently rubbing it up and down. "This one?"

"Mmhmm." Max shuddered a little, his ball sliding about under the vixen's touch. "It usually gets it worst when I get kicked, or sack tapped."

"Poor lion balls." Melissa cooed to him, then ever-so-softly, took the testicle between thumb and finger and gently rolled it around. The vixen found it fascinating to watch the orb shift and move inside the sack, to feel it's odd, rubbery smoothness. "Is it still sore?"

Max shook his head. "Not too bad, no." He lifted a hand and set his fingers over hers. "That...actually feels really good."

"Good! Probably not too comfortable to stay standing up, though, right?" Melissa let him go, shifting up against the arm of the sofa. "Here. Come cuddle me again, and I'll play with you."

The lion returned to the sofa, settling onto it and scooting up against the vixen. "Never sat naked on the sofa, before."

"No?" Melissa circled an arm around his waist. He rested his head against her, and she set her other hand down against his inner thigh. "How's that?"

"Nice. And no, never. I, uh, jerked off a few times, out here, but...I only ever took it out of my pants. Didn't wanna get caught. Which...umm..." He lifted his head, glancing over the sofa. "What time is it? My mom gets up early, sometimes..."

"Relax. It's the weekend, she'll probably sleep in with your dad, right?" Melissa gave his ear a tender lick. "And Sally's at her friend's house. We're not gonna get caught." Probably.

"Yeah, but...maybe...we could go to my room, instead, if you wanted?"

Melissa scrunched her muzzle. It might be the safe option, but it wasn't the most exciting. She'd already been eaten out for the first time tonight, and in the hallway, of all places. If she was going to give a lion a handjob, and she was certainly planning on it now, she may as well do it in a place they could get caught, too.

"Or maybe I could just do this, for you." Melissa slipped her fingers around Max's erection. He sucked in a breath, tensing up. The lion's cock was still very hard, and quite hot against her pads. She gave it a few slow, pumping strokes, and Max melted against her with a long, whimpering groan. She squeezed him, pumping her hand again. He shuddered, pressing his muzzle against her.

"Oh, God, Melissa." Max's voice was muffled. "That feels...so good!"

"Yeah, I bet it does." She tilted her muzzle down to lick his ears a few more times, pairing each lick with another stroke of her hand. "We're gonna stay out here, and I'm gonna do this for you, and you're gonna shoot in my hand before either of us leave this room. Got it?"

"Uh huh..." Max arched his back, pushing himself into her grip with another trembling moan.

"Easy, now, don't go off too quick." Melissa released him, then patted the sofa. "Give me some room to change position, will ya?"

"Sure, yeah." Max stood up again, glancing down at himself. A little dribble ran down his length, towards his balls. He wiped it up with his fingers, then glanced around. "I need...uh...tissues or something." He padded to another table, and picked up a box, then walked back to Melissa, wiping his hand on one. "Okay."

"Is that your secret stash?" Melissa twisted around so her back was propped against a cushion, then spread her legs to give him room on the couch. "Come sit here, and put your back up against me. I think I casually cuddle you, and play with you at the same time."

"That sounds...nice." Max set the tissue box on a table, then hopped up onto the couch. He turned towards Melissa, glancing down at her half-spread legs. "Uhm...do you think...I could..."

Melissa arched her brows, her ears perked. "You wanna peek?"

Max licked his muzzle. "Never...seen a girl there, before."

The vixen considered it. She hadn't actually been planning to let him see anything of hers. At least not yet. As much fun as she was having, she was already imagining a time she might fool around with him again. Aw, what the hell, she thought. She lifted her hips, then hooked her thumbs into her own pajamas. She slowly tugged the front of them down, watching Max's expression. His eyes grew wider and wider, and when the pink cleft between white furred thighs was unveiled, his jaw dropped.

"There." Melissa let him stare a few moments. "Now you've seen one. Probably the only one of your friends who has."

"Ohmygod, ohmygod..."

After a couple seconds passed, Melissa tugged her pajamas back up. "That's all you get. Any longer look than that is probably going to cost you one of these." She tapped her foot against the lion's bare balls, making them jiggle.

Max whimpered, reaching down to rub his boys. "Starting to think it might be worth it."

"But not tonight." She patted the spot before her, then waggled her fingers, beckoning him. "Come get comfy against me. Let's make you a happy lion."

"Oh, please do!" Max laughed, and turned around, facing away from her. He scooted back up until his back was pressing against her body, his tail draped across her leg. "Like this?"

"Yeah, I think that'll work. Just...get comfortable with me."

The two of them worked together, wriggling and shifting a little, until each was as comfortable as could be. Melissa savored the warmth of Max's furry body. She let him rest his head against her, then wrapped her arms around the slender lion's waist. Her fingers danced over his belly, and back towards his crotch. She nuzzled him, hands drifting lower, and soon, she squeezed the lion's thighs.

"Be honest." Melissa nibbled the side of his jaw. "How much will it take for you to shoot?"

"After what you just showed me?" Max turned his head, hesitantly offering a lick across her chin. His slightly rough-velvet tongue reminded her of just how exquisite Sarah's tongue felt elsewhere. "Not long."

"Oh, yeah, cause before that you were gonna have hours of stamina, I'm sure." Melissa tilted her head to let him lick her muzzle.

"Okay, very funny. Until five minutes ago, no one had ever touched it but me, so...yeah, not long."

"That's okay. I'll pump it slow, but..." Melissa moved to capture his tail in her hand, and stroke it towards its tuft. "When you're gonna shoot, just go ahead and do it."

Max nodded a few times, leaning his head back against her. "Okay."

The vixen traced a single finger pad up and down the lions shaft. Most of it was silken-smooth, aside from the little barbs. When she teased at the little bumps, Max moaned and wriggled. She let her hand roam lower, and soon grasped the lion's balls again. As she rolled them around, she released his tail from her other hand, to encircle her fingers around his cock. Max gasped, arching his back and pressing into her touch.

Melissa gave the geeky lion's cock a single, slow stroke. "Feel good?"

"Uh huh!" Max's voice trembled.

She followed the first stroke with another, and then another, each slow and measured. A few little dribbles of slick fluid ran from his pointed tip. She rubbed them into his flesh, helping to slicken her hand against his most sensitive skin. While she casually worked her hand, she kept hold of his balls, rolling them around, playing with them. They were not as large as the canine balls she'd last played with, but just as fascinating.

Resting her muzzle against him, Melissa watched the lion's privates shift and move in her grasp. If anything, seeing a lion's cock pumped in her hand, a lion's testicles rolling around in her fingers, it felt even more alien than playing with a canine, or vulpine. It made her idly wonder if there was a time, in their shared evolution, when their people were enemies, when this would have been exceptionally taboo.

Or at least, even more taboo.

Max put his hands over hers, a tender, encouraging gesture. He rubbed her fingers, and in response, Melissa picked up her pace a little. Her stroking grew steadier, still slow, but evenly paced and continual. More pre dribbled from his length, and his balls tightened in her hand. He rocked his hips against her, his head lolling a little.

"Uhh...Oh! Ooh, God..." Max panted, his eyes half lidded and tongue protruding from his maw. "That feels...good! Oh...Ooooh, Melissa!"

"Your cock feels good in my hand, too." Melissa purred into his ear, then licked it. "Horny little geek."

Max managed a laugh between moans. "Oh, shut up..." His grip grew tighter against her fingers, muzzle scrunching a little. "Uhhh...I'm...I'm getting close!"

"You want me to stop, or keep going?" Melissa smiled to herself, already knowing the answer.

"Keep going!"

"Alright, Dork." She nibbled his ear, playfully growling. "Shoot in my hand! Go on, Max, cum in my hand!"

Melissa pumped the lion harder, and faster. Her hand rolled up and down his rigid length in steady, smooth motions. His erection flexed in her grasp, his balls tightened, and soon the young lion's breath came in broken pants. All at once he cried out, thrusting himself through her grasp.

Melissa stroked the lion's cock as fast as she could as he came, leaving him twisting in delight against her body. His ears pinned back, his muzzle scrunched up, and his toes curled. Max's first hard pulse left a whitish blob on his lower belly. His second left a trail of similar droplets all across his golden fur, while his third splattered his chest. A few heartbeats more, and the last of the lion's release dribbled from his pointed tip, over Melissa's fingers. She kept rubbing him swift and hard the whole time, till he was squirming and pushing at her hands.

Only when she let him go did Max finally relax, going completely limp against her. His slender and newly white-mottled chest rose and fell in hard pants. For a few moments, he closed his eyes. When he finally opened them again, Melissa kissed his nose, smiling.

"Happy dork?"

Max managed a nod, still catching his breath. "Very...happy dork. Thank you!"

"Aww, you're welcome." Melissa patted his balls, now relaxing again. "Consider it...not an apology, but...sort of like a consolation prize for all the nut shots you've taken over the years."

"Not sure consolation prize is the term you're looking for but not gonna complain, either."

"I should hope not." Melissa nudged him to sit up, and when he did so, she wriggled out from under him. "Feel like a new man, now that you lost your hand virginity?"

"Something like that." Max blinked, tilting his head. "Wait, hand virginity? Is that...really a thing?"

"Nah, I made that up. But I mean, first hand job is a big moment for a guy, right?" Melissa retrieved the box of tissues, and passed it to the lion after taking a few for herself. "Here. You're all gooey."

"Thanks." Max wiped up his sticky fur. "And...yeah, it was a big moment for me, anyway."

"Just be careful who you brag to about it." She cleaned her hands with the tissues, best she could "Adam might get mad and kick you in the nuts for fooling around with his sister."

"Worth it." Max giggled to himself, flashing her a devious smirk. "Thanks, again."

"You're welcome." Melissa ruffled the fur between his ears. "You can be a pain in the ass sometimes, but...you're a pretty sweet little dork, at heart. You can thank that moment of wisdom and understanding you had earlier, for protecting your nards."

Max looked down at himself. His erection was quickly retreating. He patted his furry balls. "They thank you for your self-control."

Melissa just laughed and shook her head. "They better. But really." She folded her arms, glancing away. "I didn't...I dunno, I guess I didn't expect you to be so understanding about that stuff. So...thanks, for that. It definitely swung the odds in your favor."

"You're welcome." He hopped up off the sofa, looking around. "I better take a shower, though. Where did my pants go?"

"Right there." Melissa pointed out his pajamas.

"Thanks." Max bent over to pick them up, golden furred balls hanging down under his equally golden butt.

"Now you're just tempting fate." Melissa lifted her bare foot up under Max's butt, tapping her toes against the lion's naked testicles. "It'd be so fun to flatten you from behind right now..."

Max tensed, glancing over his shoulder. "But...you wouldn't. Cause you promised, right?"

"Yup." Melissa dropped her foot, giggling. "You're lucky, this time. But next time, the odds might not work out for your nards."

"It was worth the risk! Besides." Max straightened up, holding his clothes. "Professor Lion's wisdom says, sometimes your nards are just gonna get it."

Melissa shook her head. "You're so weird."

"Yup!" Max walked towards the hall. "I'm gonna go shower."

"I'm about to wash my hands, and then I better climb into bed." Melissa smirked. "Maybe with your sister."

Max huffed as he walked down the hallway, naked. "Fine, whatever. I guess we're all gonna be fucked up together, then."

Melissa smiled, watching him until he slipped into the bathroom. "Guess so. G'night, ya dork."

Max popped his head out, waggling his fingers in a wave. "Night, Melissa."

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