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"Where is Sam, anyway?" Melissa dug a text book out of her locker, and shoved it into her backpack. "Isn't he walking home with you again?"

"As far as I know." Amanda stood nearby, her thumbs hooked under the straps of her pink and purple backpack. "He's probably still at his locker. He was supposed to get twenty bucks for James."

Melissa crammed another book into her backpack, then zipped it up. "Again? How many stupid bets have those dorks made?"

The coyote giggled, shrugging. "I don't know, but..." She bounced on her toes, jostling the red ruffles of her otherwise black skirt. "I'm pretty sure they've just been passing the same twenty-dollar bill back and forth all month."

"Probably." Melissa slung her backpack over her shoulders. "What was it this time?"

"They were betting whether or not Tom could kick a goal from half court." Amanda wagged her tail, her tan-furred ears perked. "And guess what happened!"

"I think you're mixing sports, Amanda." Melissa nudged the coyote aside, then slammed her locker shut.

The coyote flicked an ear back. "I wasn't the one making the bet. And, you're supposed to guess what happened."

Melissa turned towards her friend, grinning. "I dunno, Sam yanked the ball away at the last moment, and Tom fell on his spotted ass?"

"Oh, my god," Amanda said, bubbling with laughter. "That would be hilarious. But no, he..." She blinked. "Wait. Does Tom really a spotted ass? Do cheetahs spots really go that far down?"

Melissa adjusted her backpack, playing coy. "Well, I dunno about all cheetahs." She swished her tail a few times, casual as could be. "But Tom's sure do."

Amanda's eyes widened. "You saw Tom's ass?"

A grin spread across the vixen's muzzle. "Oh, I saw a lot more than that."

The coyote sucked in a breath. "Damn! You're lucky. I haven't even seen a feline's...well, anything."

Melissa just laughed. "You should come to more sleepovers at my house, then. Or Sarah's."

"Apparently!" She took a step closer, lowering her voice. "Does it look..." She tilted her head, her gaze wandering down Melissa's body. "You know, different to a fox's?"

"Okay, first off?" Melissa scrunched her muzzle. "I dunno why you're looking at me, because I definitely don't have any of that stuff. Second off-"

"I dunno..." Amanda lifted her eyes again. "You might have to prove that, sometime."

Melissa perked her eyes, her brows raised. "Oh, I might, huh? Careful, coyote." Melissa's voice was a velvet growl. "I think we both know I'm not afraid to produce the evidence. But if I do, I might have to put that muzzle to work."

Amanda covered her muzzle with her hands, giggling. Melissa made a show of looking the slightly chubby coyote over. As usual, Melissa would best describe her friend's style as, 'go home goth, you're drunk'. Her shirt was powder blue, with the black outline of a lion skull embossed upon it. The light blue tone was a complete mismatch for her long skirt, a frilly black and crimson thing that looked straight out of a steampunk novel. And the screamingly bright pink and purple shades of her backpack made her look as if she was carrying a giant piece of bubblegum. The light blue sneakers peeking out from under her skirt were almost a match for her shirt, whenever they weren't hidden beneath all the Victorian-era ruffles.

"I wouldn't..." Amanda's voice was half-muffled by her hands. "Necessarily say no..." She swallowed. "To trying that, sometime."

"Oh yeah?" A lopsided smirk spread over the vixen's muzzle. "I guess that explains why you keep sneaking peeks at my pussy."

The coyote gasped, dropping her hands. "I have done no such thing!"

Melissa rolled her eyes. "A week ago, in the locker room, when I got undressed next to you, to go take a shower."

Amanda blinked, then quickly looked away. "Okay, one time."

"Last month, when you, Sarah and I all went swimming." Melissa stepped closer, grinning. "We were changing in Sarah's room, and your eyes were everywhere."

"Okay, twice!" Amanda turned away, making a show of loosening a backpack strap. "So, anyway, does feline stuff look different than canine stuff, or what?"

The vixen swished her tail again, considering that a victory. "It does, actually. Especially when it's unsheathed. But if you want the finer details?" She reached out and crooked a finger under Amanda's muzzle. "You'll just have to visit at the right time."

"I guess so." Amanda's eyes crossed a little behind her glasses, trying to focus on Melissa's finger. "I could bite you right now, you know."

"You do," Melissa said. "And I'll swat you right in the pussy."

Amanda made a cute little squeaking noise, her hands dropping down to cover up her sex. "Don't you even think about it."

Melissa dropped her hand, laughing. "You look like a guy afraid of being kneed in the balls."

"Well, I_definitely don't have _those, either." She shot the vixen a playful glare. "But still, it doesn't feel great getting swatted in the cooter!"

"The cooter?" Melissa splayed her ears. "What are you now, a backwoods hillbilly?"

Amanda slowly relaxed, moving her hands away from their protective position. "People say cooter!"

Melissa folded her arms. "Like who?"

"Like, I dunno." Amanda smoothed down her skirt's ruffles. "People on TV."

"People in hillbilly TV shows, maybe," Melissa said. "You know, you never did tell me me what happened with Tom, and that bet."

"Oh, right." Amanda leaned up against the lockers, fidgeting with a backpack strap. "So, James bet Sam that Tom couldn't kick a goal from half-court, right?"

Melissa grimaced, her ears flat. "That's not even the right..." She sighed, shaking her head. "Nevermind. Go on."

Amanda huffed, flicking her bushy tan and gray tail. "I'm trying to! Anyway, Tom totally thought he could do it. He was like, 'watch this guys'! And then he ran up and kicked the soccer ball as hard as he could." She swung her foot in a half-hearted kick. "And it went flying!" She made a fist, swooping it through the air. "Right towards the goal! It totally looked like it was gonna go in! And then...doink!" She clanged her fist against the locker, rattling the door. "It bounced right off the goal, and flew right back at Tom..." Amanda swung her fist back through the air, then sent it downwards towards her crotch. "And wham! It got Tom right in the cat nards!"

"Oh my god!" Melissa burst out laughing. "Really? That's amazing."

"I know, right?" Amanda giggled up a storm. "Tom was like, 'Awwww, my nards'!" She clutched her crotch in both hands, doubled over and cross-eyed. "And he doubled over, like this! Going 'Aaaaaaahhh!' And then he fell down, and started rolling around, crying!"

Melissa laughed so hard she nearly doubled over herself. "That's great! I'd have paid twenty bucks just to see that."

"It was so funny." Amanda straightened back up, wiping a tear from her eye. "I'm pretty sure Sam and James both filmed it, too. You should make them post it to your site!"

"Definitely! I gotta see that." Melissa's laughter trailed off into a playful growl. "Damn it, now I really wanna get somebody in the balls, too."

"I know, right?" Amanda rubbed her hands together. "Seeing someone get it, just gives you that urge." She smirked at the vixen. "You, especially."

"I'm the worst, I know," Melissa said. "Just ask my little brother."

"Or mine." Amanda flashed the vixen a wicked smile. "Speaking of which, I totally kneed my little brother in the balls this morning."

"Nice!" Melissa held up her hand. "High five!"

Amanda just stared at her hand. "People still do that?"

"I do, anyway. Come on, Manders, don't leave me hanging." Melissa waggled her fingers. "High five for big sisters kneeing their little brothers in the balls!"

Amanda slapped her hand against Melissa's. "Totally!"

"So, did you get him good?"

"Oh yeah." Amanda stepped towards her. "I went like this." She grabbed Melissa's shoulders, and then playfully bumped her knee into the vixen's crotch. "Bonk!"

Melissa sucked in a breath through her teeth when Amanda's knee bumped her sex, through her jeans. Still, the intimacy of having another girl's leg pressed between hers was not unpleasant. "You know, your knee is right there."

Amanda stuck her tongue out. "I know. Anyway, I did it way harder than that. His eyes popped out so much he looked like a cartoon character! And he was curled up on the living room floor for like twenty minutes. I thought he was gonna miss the bus."

"Oooh, good one!" The vixen readjusted her pants. "Okay, now I really wanna knee a guy in the balls. I haven't used my knee in a while."

"Where's Adam when you need him, huh?"

"No kidding." Melissa glanced up and down the hall, but saw no sign of her brother amidst the slowly thinning crowd. "Probably hiding in some corner, covering himself with a text book on instinct alone."

"You know," Amanda said, turning away. Her tail brushed across Melissa's hip. "You could come find Sam with me. We did say we should knock him around down there more often, after all."

"That's true!" Melissa reshouldered her pack, grinning. "Alright, let's go find him. I'll knee that arctic dork right in his fuzzy little fox balls."

Amanda giggled, a sound so devious it gave Melissa supervillain vibes. "Do it! Get him good too, for making me wait."

The two girls pushed their way into the river of people headed home for the day. Melissa did her best to avoid jostling anyone, her ears swiveling and her eyes darting everywhere. Along the way, she spotted a familiar, bespeckled lion and his younger sister fighting against the flow and heading in the opposite direction. Not only that, but for some reason, the younger of the two siblings looked angry, her ears pinned and blunt feline muzzle twisted into a scowl.

The little lioness grabbed at her brother's tufted tail as they worked their way through people. "I hope you know you're getting kicked in the balls tonight, Max!"

"Oooh!" Melissa glanced their way, sticking her tongue out at her favorite lion. "Someone's in trouble!"

Max looked over at her, his own ears splayed. "Don't egg her on, Melissa, it's not my fault-"

"It is too!" Sally glared at her brother as the older lion.

Max yanked his tail away, rolling his eyes. "Whatever. We gotta go. See ya, Melissa."

Melissa waggled her fingers at him. "Bye, best lion." Then she leaned down to whisper into Sally's ear. "Get him with your knee, tonight. It's Knee a Guy in the Balls Day."

Sally's eyes went wide. "That's a thing?"

"It is now!" Amanda lifted her knee, patting it. "I already kneed Alex this morning. And now Melissa's gonna go knee Sam."

"Cool!" The lioness flashed them both a wicked, leonine grin. "I'll get Max good with my knee, too, and..." She trailed off when she noticed Amanda's shirt. Then she sucked in a breath, her eyes lighting up. "Is that a Mighty Huntress shirt in blue!?"

"Sure is!" Amanda turned away, pulling her backpack off to reveal the blood-red font across the back that read, The Mighty Huntress. "Limited edition!"

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" Sally bounced on her toes a few times, her tail swishing back and forth. "I'm so jealous! I want one, I want one, I want one, I want-"

"Sally!" Max yelled back to her, exasperation in his voice. "Come on! If we're late, you're gonna be in so much trouble!"

"No, you are!" Sally stomped her foot, then snarled to herself. "You are gonna get kneed _so_hard for Knee A Guy in the Balls Day!"

Melissa laughed at that, playfully patting Sally's head. "Good girl. Now hurry up and go do whatever you're supposed to be doing right now."

As the lion siblings merged with the crowd and resumed their upstream trek, Melissa and Amanda continued onwards. It didn't take them too much longer to spot the arctic fox they were looking for. Sam was still at his locker, arguing with a taller husky named James. Even by arctic fox standards, Sam was short, coming up maybe to the Melissa's chest, at best. Sam's fur was mostly white, and quite fluffy. A few longer, silver strands were mixed in here and there, perhaps the start of his winter coat. His dark gray T-shirt promoted what Melissa assumed was an obscure video game, with some kind of armored warrior trudging through a stylized hellscape. The smaller fox also wore a beat up old pair of jeans, along with well-worn sneakers.

James stood across from him, practically towering over the fox. While Samuel was as short and scrawny as they came, James was taller and more athletic. His own fur was a pattern of black, silvery gray and white. In some areas the colors were separate, such as the black hood-like pattern across his head. In others, they mingled, like throughout his bushy, slightly curled tail. The husky was also in jeans, along with a dark green shirt emblazoned with the name of a local sports team. The disparity between the two males was all the more evident when James suddenly ruffled up Sam's ears, leaving the smaller fox ineffectually swatting at his hands.

Amanda nudged Melissa, pointing to the little fox. "Sam's so much shorter than James that when face each other, they look like a player character versus a boss."

"Oh my god, you're right." She waved her hand in front of them, as if illustrating a health bar. "The Husky of the Nerdy Valley."

Amanda lowered her voice. "I wonder if Sam's balls are hearing boss music."

"They should be." She lifted her knee, mischievously patting it. "My knee is basically the super-boss." She lowered her leg, glancing at her friend. "Should I say hi first? Or just go up and do it?"

"Just go up and do it!" Amanda licked her muzzle. "If they see you coming, they might cover up."

"Good point." Melissa kept her voice low. "Okay, here goes. Cheer me on?"

The coyote girl's voice twisted into an excited whisper. "Knee him in the balls, Melissa, knee him in the balls! Knee him right in the balls! Do it hard!"

Excitement coiled in Melissa's belly. She always loved the moment of anticipation right before she kicked a boy in the balls. Imagining the look on their face, the noise they'd make. Knowing they were about to drop to the floor. All she had to do was put her knee up, and Sam was going to be rolling around at her feet. Maybe he'd even cry. Melissa walked quickly towards the fox, savoring the anticipation, the coming thrill of using her knee in the way boys feared most.

Melissa grasped Sam's shoulders, and shoved him up against the lockers, smirking in his face. Sam grunted, eyes widening. Before he could register what was happening, Melissa jammed her knee up between the little fox's legs as hard as she could. The vixen's knee smashed into both young fox testicles, lifting Sam to his toes. Melissa felt the impact as a satisfying crunch against the top of her knee. For a moment, both fuzzy vulpine nuts bulged out slightly against his jeans, like oversized grapes squashed between Melissa's knee and the arctic fox's body.

"AAAARRRRP!" Sam yelped, an extremely high pitched, extremely canine sound. He doubled over against Melissa, eyes crossing behind his glasses and maw hanging open.

"Bullseye!" Melissa burst out laughing, dropping her knee to let Sam crumple. "That's the same noise Adam used to make when he was younger."

Sam's hands flew to his crotch, and he very slowly sank to his knees. "Awwwwwwwhhhh!" Somehow, his eyes crossed even harder, till his pupils were nearly meeting above his muzzle. "Oooh! Oh, god! My nards!" The little fox sat on his knees for a few moments, his whole face scrunching up, muzzling twisting. Tears quickly filled his eyes. "Ohhhh, god, my naaaards!" Ever so slowly, Sam slumped over, curling up on the floor. He trembled, and gave another little cry. "Aaaaah!"

"Great shot, Melissa!" Amanda burst out laughing behind her. "Look at his face! He's even more cross-eyed than the last time you got him!"

"Oh, man, right in the little fox balls!" James shook his head, half-cringing, half-laughing. "You lost twenty bucks, and you got kneed in the balls, huh? Tough day for you, Samuel." He flashed Melissa a sheepish grin. "Hi, Melissa."

Melissa smiled back, quickly pivoting away from the fallen fox. She wasn't done, yet. "Hello, James." She stepped towards the husky, fully intent on kneeing him in the balls, too. "Guess what day it is!"

"W-wait!" James stepped, dropping his hands to try and cover himself.

Melissa grabbed his wrists. "Oh no you don't, you're getting one too!" She thrust her knee towards him, but the husky managed to stay just, trying to pull his arms free.

"Come on, Melissa, wait!" Sudden panic filled James's voice as he struggled to wrest his arms away from Melissa's grasp. "Wait! Don't, don't!"

"Get him Melissa, get him!" Amanda hurried around behind James, snatching at his arms from the back. "Knee him, knee him! Knee him in the balls!"

Melissa tried, sharply jerking her knee up several times in a row. Each time, James just barely avoided the eruption of pain it promised. The third time, Melissa caught his thigh hard enough to make him yelp, but just missed the husky's nuts.

All the while, she was laughing with every attempt. "Gonna get 'em! I'm gonna get 'em, James! Your balls aren't getting away!"

"Lemme go!" James half-laughed, half-whimpered, desperately dancing around between the two girls in desperate bid to keep his testicles away from Melissa's knee. "Not funny! Not funny!"

Finally, Melissa's aim was true. She pulled him towards her just as she rocketed her knee up into the air once again. This time, she struck home. The top of the vixen's knee smashed directly into both canine testicles, bouncing them inside his jeans. Both husky walnuts were briefly outlined against the denim, as Melissa's knee mashed them against his pelvis. They vanished again just as quickly as she dropped her knee.

"AWWWHH!!!" James gave a high pitched cry, eyes bugging, legs buckling beneath him.

"Yes!" Melissa released his arms to pump her fist in the air. "Found 'em that time!"

"Oooh, God!" Where Sam sank slowly, James dropped like a rock. In an instant, the husky was writhing on the floor in a fluffy pain of sharply-aching canine ball pain. "Ooooh! My balls!" He rocked from side to side, his silver-white face scrunched up into a mask of anguish, ears pinned flat. "My balls! Aaaaaaahh! My baaaaalls!"

"Yes!" Amanda turned towards Melissa after letting James crumple. "Two in a row!" She held her hand up. "High five!"

Melissa laughed, smirking at her friend. "Oh, now you're doing high fives?" She slapped her friend's hand. "Two knees, four balls!"

The vixen and coyote turned back to watch the boys squirm. Though Melissa imagined the pain they felt was roughly the same, each experienced it differently. James rocked back and forth in wide, steady motions. Sam rolled and squirmed, wriggling in place, rubbing his legs together. James soon rolled to his belly, hiking his butt up into the air. His curly tail hung unusually limp over his rump before he flopped back onto his side. Next to him, Sam curled up into a tight ball, sobbing.

Once in a while, they bumped into one another. James rolled up against Sam, only to rock back in the other direction. Sam stretched his legs, pushing his shoes into James's legs. Each time, they scarcely seemed to notice the other, too lost in misery radiating from their own aching testicles.

Sam sobbed steadily, clutching himself in both hands. "Oh, Ooooh, awwwwhh, my nards, my nards!" Tears dampened his glasses.

James grit his jaws, groaning through his teeth. "Awwww! Oooh, fuck! My baaaalls!" Tears wet his fur, though his own sobs were quieter.

"It's so funny how they have different reactions!" Amanda laughed, tilting her head.

"I know, right?" Melissa idly kicked at James's butt. "Once you kick enough guys in the balls, you start to realize they all act a little different."

"We should definitely get those two way more often."

"Totally!" Melissa pivoted and gave the fox's butt a playful kick as well. "We should get them as often as we get our brothers."

Scattered laughter and groans reminded Melissa she had more of an audience than just Amanda. Though the crowds had mostly thinned out by then, a few dozen other students were still making their way home. Most of the males either pointedly ignored the scene and walked faster, or groaned in sympathy, glad it wasn't their own balls in pain. The girls, meanwhile, laughed and giggled. A few snapped pictures on their phone, or commented to their friends.

"Oh my god, she got them right in the balls! Look at them squirm!"

"Guys make such a big deal about that."

"Look at their faces, they look so funny!"

"Great kicks!"

At the last comment, Melissa turned around. "Thanks! But I used my knee, actually." She lifted her knee, patting it. "It's Knee a Guy In The Balls Day!"

"Are you serious?" A female gray fox with a backpack slung over one shoulder spoke up. "Is that a really a thing?"

"Totally!" She smirked. "Know anyone who needs a good knee in the nards?"

The gray-furred vixen lifted her ears, a smirk stretching across her muzzle. "Oh, yeah." She waved at another female gray fox nearby. The resemble told Melissa they were siblings. "We have a little brother..."

The other sister narrowed her eyes. "And he's a total shit."

"Well then," Melissa said, grinning. "You know what you have to do."

"Oh, yeah." One of the fox sisters smiled at the other. "Both knee him?"

"Definitely!"

As the gray fox sisters walked off plotting their little brother's painful comeuppance, Melissa turned back to Amanda and the boys. Both the husky, and the arctic fox were still writhing on the floor. James was once more broadly rocking from side to side, while Samuel was alternately curling up, and uncurling. Somehow, they'd gotten closer to each other. Now, all their squirming left their frequently bumping into one another.

Melissa put her hands on her hips, standing over her fallen friends. "So, how're your balls feeling boys?"

"Ooooooh." James rolled to his belly, pushing his rump up into the air, again. He held his balls in both hands, his muzzle against the floor, eyes squeezed shut. "Oooh, god. Just...shut up, Melissa."

"Aww, someone's grumpy." Melissa giggled, turning her attention towards Sam. "How about you, Mr. Samuel? How're your fuzzy little fox nuts feeling?"

"H-horrible!" Sam's voice was little more than a high-pitched squeak. "This might be...the worst knee in the balls I've ever taken!"

"Awesome!" Melissa laughed, nudging him with her foot. "Now I'm proud of myself! But also, Amanda's right. If that's your worst one ever, we really do need to get you way more often. She glanced at Amanda. "Speaking of which, maybe if I come over later, we can get him again."

"That'd be fun! Though, I don't think he's in any condition to walk anywhere, right now." Amanda crouched down alongside Samuel, stroking the stricken fox's ears. "You can catch up to me when your balls feel better, okay Sam?"

The little fox murmured something incomprehensible, that trailed off into a pained groan.

Amanda popped back up to her feet. "Oh, don't complain, Sam. Maybe if you're lucky, we'll kick Alex instead and let you watch." She turned towards the vixen. "I guess you'll have to walk me home instead, Melissa."

Melissa hooked her arm through Amanda's. "I think I can manage that. Maybe if your house is empty long enough, I'll let you check and see if I've got a pair of fox balls, after all."

"Oh, yeah?" Amanda grinned, her ears perked.

"Well..." Melissa shrugged, then leaned in, whispering into Amanda's ear. "I'll flash you my pussy, at least. Now come on. Let's leave these dorks to their aching balls, and get out of here. Maybe we can knee someone else on the way home."

"Great idea! After all, we gotta spread the word." Amanda took a deep breath, then called out down the hallway. "It's Knee A Guy in the Balls Day, girls! Don't forget to celebrate!"