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“So, we’re gonna record each other, or what?”

“Something like that.” Rebecca sat on her bed, scrolling through video clips on one of her favorite websites. “We should probably do an intro, first. A lot of these have intros.”

“What kinda intro?” Samantha peered down at Rebecca’s phone. “Oh, is that the one where Sally gets her brother? I love that one!”

Rebecca giggled, her tail swishing across her plaid, red and green bedding. “Like half these videos are Sally getting her brother.”

“Yeah, but there’s one where she gets him good.” She tilted her head. “I don’t think that’s it, though.”

“Getting him good doesn’t narrow it down. And you know, an intro.” Rebecca set her phone down on the bed, then stood up. “Something like…” The gray fox smiled, her rusty-red ears perked high. “Hi everyone! I’m Rebecca. And this…” She waved her gray-furred hand at her sibling. “Is my sister Samantha.”

“And I’m Samantha!” The younger vixen struck an exaggerated pose, with her fists against her hips and her elbows jutting out at sharp angles.

“I literally just said-”

“And together, we’re…” Samantha thrust her knee up into the air. It poked out from beneath her pale blue skirt. “The Ballbusting Bitch Brigade!”

Rebecca laughed, shaking her head. “We’re definitely not that.”

Samantha dropped her knee back down, pointing a single finger dramatically. “Fighting for a future where boys annoy us no longer! Where guys cower in fear of the power of a girl’s knee!”

“What are you, auditioning for an anime?” Rebecca picked up her phone. “Lemme get this ready while you think of something at least fifty percent less ridiculous.”

Samantha folded her arms. “That’s a pretty big ask, sis.”

“I’ve noticed.” Rebecca looked her sister over. “Is that what you wanna wear?”

The younger vixen’s clothes were in mismatched colors, as usual. Upon her pink shirt, a smiling, white-frosted cupcake was depicted floating around a swimming pool on a chocolate donut. Words above and below the image spelled out the phrase, Pool Party? More Like Cool Party! Fluffy white edging hemmed Samantha’s pale blue skirt, as if it was dipped in the same frosting as the cupcake on her shirt.

Aside from their clothing, both vixens bore a strong resemblance, though Rebecca was taller. Silken gray fur covered most of their bodies, with rust-toned highlights across their ears, hands and feet. Hints of black were peppered across their backs, thickening into a black strip down the top of each sister’s tail. Black smudges also marked the siblings’ otherwise gray muzzles.

Samantha twirled in place, her bushy tail swishing. “What’s wrong with how I’m dressed?” She stopped, staring back at her sister. “We can’t all be dressed like Generic Summer Girl Number Four, yanno.”

Rebecca blinked, glancing down at herself. Her own t-shirt was cream colored, and adorned only with the stylish brand of the store she purchased it from. Rebecca also wore a pair of jean shorts that ended halfway to her knees, leaving most of her gray-furred thighs exposed. “I am not generic.”

“Are you sure?” Samantha perked a single ear, smirking. “Cause you look like you’re gonna go hang out with the cool kids, down at the mall, after you’re done auditioning for the new CW show.”

“What?” Confusion etched itself across Rebecca’s face. She slowly pinned her ears back. “You must hang out in some weird-ass Discord servers to pick up all these outdated references.” She rolled her eyes. “Anyway, there’s nothing wrong with how you’re dressed. You do you, Sammie. But…” She waved at the other vixen’s chest, where two prominent bumps were visible against the pink fabric. “You’re kinda living in downtown Nip City right now.”

Samantha feigned a gasp, grabbing at her breasts. “Oh no! You mean anyone who sees this video will know I’ve got boobs?” Her eyes widened, and she pointed at her sister. “Oh shit, Rebecca! You’ve got boobs too!”

Rebecca giggled at her sibling’s antics. “I’ve also got a bra on, while it’s pretty clear right now that you don’t.”

The younger vixen put a hand over her muzzle. “You mean anyone who sees our video will know I was…” She lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “Comfortable?”

Rebecca pulled up her phone’s camera app. “Alright, alright, point taken. Just thought I’d point it out before we post this, and you’re all…” She lifted her voice to an angry, semi-hysterical tone. “Oh my god, Becca, everyone can see my nipples!”

Samantha grunted, rolling her eyes. “I don’t sound like that. Besides, if you’re that concerned…” She smoothed out her skirt. “You probably don’t wanna know I’m not wearing any underwear right now.”

Rebecca scrunched her muzzle. “I’m shocked.” She flicked her tail. “Though if that’s an issue, something’s gone terribly wrong with our video.”

“Exactly. It’ll be fine.” Samantha balled her hands up into fists, then pulled them both back towards her hips as if imitating a martial arts stance. Then she rammed her knee up into the air. Her white-edged skirt slipped partway up her leg. “Just don’t film me from too low of an angle when I do that!”

“We’re making a ball-kicking prank video, Sammie, not shooting an arthouse porno.” Rebecca stepped back from her sister. “I’m not gonna be shooting anything from any angles. I’m just gonna film your intro, and film you kneeing the little brat where it counts.”

“Technically,” Samantha said, lowering her knee. “Any direction you film me from is an angle. And, doesn’t that make it a ball-kneeing video?”

Rebecca shrugged. “Doesn’t roll off the tongue the same way. You ready? I’m gonna film myself first, then I’ll film you.”

“Go for it.” Samantha fidgeted with her shirt, smirking at her sister. “I’ll do my best to avoid my irresistible urge to flash my tits at the camera.”

Rebecca chuckled, poking her tongue out. “I’m just looking out for you, little sister.”

Samantha huffed, shooting her older sibling a playful glare. “Oh, blep you too. Why don’t you go blep yourself?”

“I wasn’t…” The older vixen grunted, shaking her head. “Never mind. Okay, here we go. She hit the big red button, and turned the camera onto herself, smiling. “Hi, everyone! My name’s Rebecca, and I’m here with my sister Samantha.” She turned the phone around. “Say hi, Sammie.”

“Hi, Sammie!” Samantha waved exuberantly. “We’re the Kickball Sisters, and-”

“No, Samantha, that name is already taken.” Rebecca stopped filming. “We can’t be that.”

“Aww, but it’s such a cool name.” Samantha crossed her arms, feigning a pout. “I just thought of it, too. Why can’t we be the Kickball Sisters?”

Rebecca sighed, flicking her tail. “Because that’s literally the name of the site where we’re gonna post this video.”

The younger vixen shrugged. “No, that’s the Kickball Sisterhood. There’s clearly a difference. Besides…” She grinned, her ears up. “What’s that Melissa girl gonna do, sue us?”

“Nah, she won’t sue you.” Rebecca feigned a kick towards her younger sister’s crotch. “She’ll just find you and kick you between the legs for stealing her name.”

Samantha gulped, rubbing herself through her skirt. “Ow. My pussy doesn’t want to be kicked, thank you very much.”

“Then stop stealing her site’s name.” Rebecca readied the phone again. “Or you’re gonna end up in her next video. You wouldn’t be the first girl she’s posted herself kicking down there.”

“Really?” Samantha scrunched up her muzzle, her ears back. “Wouldn’t hurt that bad. Who did she kick?”

“Her lioness friend Sarah, and her coyote friend Amanda.” Rebecca moved the camera around, framing herself. “One was by surprise, and the other let her do it for the video. They don’t drop and roll around like guys do or anything, but it’s still pretty fun to watch.”

“Oh yeah?” Samantha giggled, a bubbly sound. “Maybe we should make one of those videos, next.”

Rebecca smirked at her younger sister. “Hey, if you wanna get kicked in the pussy to make a funny video, lemme know.”

Samantha backed away, covering herself with both hands. “Not me. I was just thinking, next time Allison or Caitlyn sleeps over, just kick ‘em when they’re not looking, and make sure you get it on film.”

“That would be pretty funny, actually. I’ll think about it.” She glanced at her sister. “Okay, since you clearly can’t be trusted to handle your own introduction, I’ll do it for both of us.”

“Whatever.” Samantha flattened her ears, glaring at her sister. “I still wanna be part of the intro, though.”

“I’ll give you a chance to say something. Now hush up till it’s your turn.” Rebecca started the recording, smiling into the camera again. “Hi there, everyone! My name’s Rebecca, and this is my sister Samantha.”

Samantha waved at the camera when Rebecca turned it on her. “Hi, sisterhood!”

The older vixen turned the lens back on herself. “My sister and I recently learned about a brand new monthly holiday. It’s called Knee a Guy In The Balls Day. And today, we’re going to teach our little brother all about it. He’s a real shit, right Samantha?”

“He sure is!” Samantha rubbed her hands together for the camera. “He’s been driving us crazy lately, with his obnoxious antics, his insulting nicknames, and his stupid pranks. So, we’re gonna go knee him…” She thrust her knee into the air. “Right in the nuts!” Samantha blinked. “I mean, balls.” She dropped her knee down, only to lift it sharply again. “We’re gonna knee him right there!”

Rebecca returned the camera to herself. “We’re both gonna knee the little brat right in the balls.”

“No kits for bratty foxes!” Samantha said, giggling.

Rebecca just grinned. “See you in the next scene, Sisterhood!” She turned the camera off. “No kits for bratty foxes? That’s a bit much, don’t you think?”

“See you in the next scene?” Samantha tilted her head. “That’s a bit meta, don’t you think?”

“Whatever.” Rebecca turned away, walking to the door. “Let’s go ruin Jeremy’s day.”

The two vixens left Rebecca’s bedroom, following the sound of their brother’s overly loud voice. They found Jeremy pacing back and forth in the living room, video chatting on the laptop he carried. Jeremy was the youngest and shortest fox of the household, though he otherwise resembled his siblings. The unreadable logo of some obscure band marked his black t-shirt. The dark green swimming trunks Jeremy more left Rebecca wondering if he was on his way to the pool, or simply out of clean laundry.

“I’m telling you, Michael, that trailer was trash.” Jeremy paused, staring at the heavily-bespectacled lion on the screen. “It was so bad, it wasn’t just balls, it was cat balls.”

“Hey!” The scrawny lion in the video chat flattened back his ears, his voice raised to a squeaky protest. “Feline testicles are not to be associated with garbage!” He adjusted his glasses, his voice lowered again. “Besides, I thought it had some good points. The combat system looked appropriately robust.”

“But it was so cheesy, and cartoony. That whole trailer was just…” Jeremy trailed off when he spotted his sisters approaching him. “Uh oh, the Bitch-Witch Coven has returned. Red alert!”

“Oh, shut the hell up, Jeremy.” Rebecca walked towards her brother, holding her phone casually. “Why are you in your swimsuit and video chatting in the living room?”

Jeremy grinned. “Because the witches were gabbing so loud, I couldn’t hear Michael’s terrible takes in my own room.” He whispered to the screen. “Bitchiness level 3, Michael.”

“Gimme that!” Samantha snatched the computer away from her younger brother. She turned it around to smile at the camera. “Hi, Michael.”

“Hi Samantha.” The geeky lion waggled his fingers in a silly wave. “Hi Rebecca. Nice to see you two.”

“You too, Michael.” Rebecca patted a gray leather cushion of the nearby sofa. “We’re just gonna set you here while we talk to our brother real quick.”

Samantha put the laptop on the couch, angling it so Michael had a clear view of the proceedings. She turned towards her brother, smiling. “Jeremy, did you know they just passed a brand-new holiday?”

“They did?” Jeremy tried to step around his sisters, only for the two of them to bar his way.

“They sure did.” Rebecca lifted her phone, turning on the video. “Can you guess what day it is?”

“Lemme guess.” Jeremy glanced between his sisters, smirking. “It’s Ugly Sisters Day! Oh, wait…” He snapped his rusty-red furred fingers. “That’s every day, around here.” Jeremy yipped cackling fox laughter, looking towards the laptop. “Boom, got ‘em chat!”

Michael scrunched his muzzle, his thick glasses reflecting his own computer’s screen. “I’m not your chat, Jeremy.”

“Oh my god, Jeremy.” Rebecca splayed her ears. “Your references are even more annoying than Samantha’s.”

“Yeah, you little brat. Who actually says that in real life? I mean…hey!” She shot her sister a glare. “Not funny.”

Rebecca just smirked. “Thought you wanted to go first.”

“Oh, right.” Samantha cleared her throat, smiling at the camera. “That’s not what day it is, Jeremy. This is what day it is!”

Samantha stepped forward and kneed her little brother in the balls as hard as she could. As her knee shot up between the younger fox’s slender legs, Samantha’s skirt rode up, revealing her gray-furred thigh. Her bare knee smashed into the younger fox’s testicles with enough force to lift him to his toes. The impact caused both vulpine nuts to bulge out against the green fabric, showing off their flattened oval forms against Samantha’s knee.

“AAWWWWW!” Jeremy doubled over in an instant, both hands flying to his crotch. He stumbled backwards as he grabbed himself, eyes bugging out over his gray-furred muzzle. Jeremy’s ears pinned back, and his muzzle scrunched up, baring his fangs. Then he dropped to his knees, tears forming in his eyes as his whole face crumpled up. “My balls!” The younger fox slowly slumped forward onto his belly, groaning through grit teeth. “Ooooooh, my balls!”

“Yes!” Samantha pumped her fist. “Bullseye!” She thumped her knee upwards into the air. “Right in the balls!”

“Oh, yeah!” Rebecca filmed her sister’s celebration for a moment, then focused the camera on her brother. “Double bullseye!”

“Happy Knee A Guy In The Balls Day, Jeremy!” Samantha giggled like mad, dancing in place.

A plaintive, sympathetic groan escaped the nearby laptop. “Oh, right in the fox testicles.”

“Yup!” Samantha pivoted towards the computer. “Right there. Hey, Michael. I know Jeremy sack taps you, but…” She bent forward to smile into the camera. “Has a girl ever kneed you down there?”

Michael gulped audibly, shaking his head. “N-no.”

“Well, don’t worry.” Samantha gave a mock coo. “I’m sure a girl’s knee will find your spot eventually.”

“I’d really rather it doesn’t.” Michael flicked his ears back, adjusting his glasses. “It seems quite agonizing.”

“Oh, totally.” Rebecca laughed, wagging her tail. “You’ll be writhing around forever.”

Samantha flashed the laptop camera a wicked grin. “Next time you sleep over, you should let us do it to you, just to get it over with.”

“I really don’t think that’s the optimal option.” Michael squirmed in place, adjusting himself out of sight.

“Maybe not for you.” Samantha poked her tongue out at him. “But for us, it’d be lots of fun. Right, Becca?”

“Totally.” Rebecca turned towards her sister, filming her sibling and the lion on the laptop. “We could just push him against the wall, pin his arms up over his head…”

Samantha feigned the motion, lifting her hands up over her head. Her pink shirt rode up, exposing her pale, gray belly fur. “And then…” She jerked her knee up into the air. “Bonk!”

“Ooooohhh!” Nearby, Jeremy rocked back and forth, curled in a squirming, fuzzy heap of male fox agony. He groaned again, as if reacting to his sister’s sound effects. “Awwwwwhhh!”

Both sisters ignored the writhing fox. As obnoxious as Jeremy was, it was a common sight in their household lately to see him rolling around, holding his balls. Given how frequently it happened, neither vixen really cared how the fox’s silly balls felt right now. Besides, with Michael’s attention focused on them, the girls had a new quarry to toy with.

“Bonk!” Rebecca repeated after her sister, aiming the camera down to record her own knee rising up towards it. “Bonk!”

“We could take turns bonkin’ em!” Samantha giggled, still pretending to pin the feline’s hands over his head. “Bonk! Bonk! Right in his fuzzy little lion nards!”

Michael whimpered, his eyes wide behind his glasses. “F-five times in a row?”

“Or until you just can’t take it anymore.” Samatha dropped her hands and knee back down, smirking. “And then…” She leaned back, ramming her knee into the air once more. “BONK! Another one, just because we can.”

The lion whimpered, hunching over on the screen. “O-ow…”

Rebecca bent forward to get a better look at the video chat. “Are you holding your nuts right now?”

Michael slowly nodded. “They’re frightened, and need comfort.”

Both girls burst out laughing. They glanced at each other, then laughed even harder. Samantha shook her head, her ears perked. “Boys are so weird.”

Behind the girls, Jeremy rolled onto his belly. Rebecca turned the camera back onto her brother. With a whimpering groan, he hiked his butt up into the air, his muzzle pressed to the floor. He rubbed his aching testicles with both hands, his fluffy gray tail tucked. After a few moments, the young gray fox flopped back onto his side, shuddering and whimpering.

“Aaaahh! Ahh!” Jeremy curled up tightly, his gray-face a twisted mask of purely male pain. “My nuts! My nuuuuuts!”

Samantha put her hands on her hips, rolling her eyes. “No one cares about your dumb nuts, Jeremy.” A smirk crossed her muzzle. “Other than maybe Michael.”

Rebecca turned around to film the video chat again. She nudged her sister with her elbow. “Does he care about them? Or does he like watching us kick Jeremy there? Remember that time he got a boner from it?”

“Oh my god, I forgot about that!” Samatha swished her tail, reaching down to pick up the laptop. “I bet he just got another one!” She lifted it up to eye level, grinning at the nervous-looking bespectacled feline. “Michael, do you have a boner right now?”

“N-no!” He quickly shook his head, reddish mane rustling. “And I didn’t-”

“That’s not very convincing.” Samantha glanced at her sister. “I bet he’s got one.”

Rebecca nodded. “Totally. And I bet he’s hoping we really do knee him in the balls next time he sleeps over.”

Michael shook his head faster, his voice rising in pitch. “I’m definitely not hoping for that!”

Samantha only shrugged. “Whatever. You still totally had a boner that night you watched us pin Jeremy down on the bed, and kick his balls from behind.”

The geeky lion swallowed. “I did not!”

Rebecca tilted her head. “Then why were you covering your crotch with a pillow when we turned around?”

“Because I was afraid my nuts were next!” Michael’s arm shifted as he adjusted himself again. “But I certainly did not have an erection.” He glanced away. “Nor was I staring at your butts while you were kicking him.”

Rebecca perked her ears, exchanging another look with her sister. “No one said anything about that, Michael.”

“Now I know he had a boner.” Samantha set the laptop back down. She turned around and swayed her hips, tail and skirt swishing together. “Michael likes my butt, Michael likes my butt!”

“Oh god, Sammie,” Rebecca said, giggling. “You should see his eyes following your ass right now.”

“Hah!” Samantha whirled back around, pointing at the screen. “Busted!”

“Okay, fine!” Michael crossed his arms. “I was staring at your butts that time.”

“Just our butts, huh?” Rebecca crouched down to stare at Michael’s face. “So, you weren’t watching our feet crashing into our little brother’s family jewels?”

Michael’s ears swiveled, almost imperceptibly. Then he glanced away again. “I may have watched that happen, a time or two. But only for the glory of revenge!” He thrust a fist into the air, then paused when the girls just stared at him. “Th-that’s from a video game.”

Samantha flicked an ear back. “If you say so.”

“The line was, I mean.” Michael rubbed his muzzle. “The revenge was real. Jeremy punched my testicles three different times that weekend.” He scrunched up his blunt, golden-furred snout. “So, I can’t say as I minded watching you two kicking his.”

“Plus…” Rebecca turned around, wiggling her rump, tail bobbling. She glanced at him over her shoulder. “Free look at our butts?”

Michael’s eyes followed the vixen’s rump and swaying tail. “Free look at your butts. Those pajamas you two wore that night were…” He licked his nose. “Thin.”

“Oh, so they must have really tightened up when we did…” Rebecca straightened, and then snapped her foot into the air. “This?”

A dopey grin spread over the lion’s face. “They did, yes.”

“You so had a boner!” Samantha bounced on her toes, laughing. “I knew it!”

“I will neither confirm, nor deny, the state of my arousal on that particular evening.” Michael pushed his glasses back up his muzzle, still smiling.

“And tonight?” Rebecca pointed her phone camera at the computer. “Can you tell us, for the record, are you unsheathed right now?”

“Yeah, Jeremy,” Samantha said. “You for real rockin’ a little lion chub, or what?”

Rebecca flattened her ears, glancing at her sister. “Someone should take away your internet access till you go back to talking like a normal person.”

Michael idly worked his fingers through his mane. “I can also neither confirm nor deny the state of my current arousal.” He twined a bit of fur around a finger. “Or lack thereof.”

“Oh yeah?” Samantha turned around. She hiked up the back of her skirt, quickly exposing the feminine curves of her bare, gray-furred butt. She wiggled it, swishing her tail. “How about now?”

“Oh my god, Sammie!” Rebecca cackled incredulous laughter. “I just got that on camera!”

Samantha swiftly tugged her skirt back down, whirling around. “Don’t you dare put that in the video!”

Rebecca just kept giggling. “I’ll consider it.”

Samantha glared at her sister, then returned her attention to the lion. “So, Michael. How about now? Your little buddy come out to play?”

Michael slowly nodded once, then peered down at himself. “Maximum arousal achieved.”

Rebecca moved in closer, filming the video chat. “Tell us, Mister Michael. Was that the first time you’ve seen a girl’s bare butt in person?”

Michael blinked. “That wasn’t in person.”

Rebecca splayed her ears. “You know what I mean. Was that the first time a girl showed you her butt?”

“A girl?” Michael nodded. “Well, I’ve never had a girlfriend, so…yeah.” He scowled. “Please don’t put that on the internet.”

Rebecca gave a little coo. “Aww, don’t worry, Mister Michael. We won’t embarrass you too much in this video. We’re mostly just gonna embarrass Jeremy.”

“Wait…” Samantha picked up the laptop again. “You said, a girl. Do you mean a boy showed you?”

Michael scrunched up his face. “Sort of. Jeremy’s not exactly shy about changing in front of me, so…” He shrugged. “I’ve seen his everything. One time, at a sleepover?” An intense giggle rocked the lion’s slender body. “He even showed me his erection! He was like…” Michael lifted his voice. “Hey Michael, guess what! Fox boner! And then he tugged his pajamas down and it sprang up like a rocket!” He laughed harder, but almost immediately his ears went back and he snapped his muzzle shut. “I probably shouldn’t have told you that part.”

Both sisters burst into raucous yips of vulpine laughter. Rebecca glanced over her shoulder at the younger fox still curled up on the floor. With his face pressed to the floor, his ears pinned, and the carpet muffling his groans and whimpers, Rebecca wasn’t sure if Jeremy was paying attention to the conversation, or not.

“What a little weirdo,” Rebecca said, turning back towards the camera. “Then again, he does seem like the sort of odd little jerk who thinks it’s funny to flash their friends.”

Michael nodded. “He totally does. Another time, Jeremy and Gabriel and me were going swimming, and when we were changing into our swimsuits, Jeremy was like…” He stood up, inadvertently presenting the obvious bulge in his pants. Michael mimed pulling down his jeans with a flourish. “Fox balls!” He snorted. “Then when I looked, he said I must have a fetish for foxes.”

Samantha snickered, glancing back at her brother. The slender fox rolled from one side to the other, then back again. “Yeah, that sounds like something he’d do.”

Rebecca glanced at her younger sister, smirking. “It sounds like something you’d do, too.”

Samantha glared back at her. “Does not!”

“You literally just flashed Michael your butt.” Rebecca splayed a single ear. “Besides, I know for a fact you’ve also done this in front of other girls…” She mimed lifting up her shirt, raising her voice. “Fox tits!”

Samantha rolled her eyes. “Changing my shirt in front of you hardly counts.”

“It absolutely counts, and I’m not even talking about that.” She turned back towards the laptop. “But we’re talking about Jeremy, anyway. And maybe…” She lowered her voice, whispering to the camera. “Maybe he’s got a crush on you, Mister Michael.”

“Wh-what?” Michael’s eyes went wide.

“You heard me.” Rebecca tilted her head, grinning. “Did you like seeing his fox balls?”

“I, uh…” Michael scratched at his reddish mane, looking away. “No comment.”

Samantha wasn’t about to let him off the hook that easily. “Michael likes fox balls, Michael likes fox balls!”

Rebecca giggled with her sibling. “Michael totally likes fox balls.”

The lion huffed, folding his arms. “Michael does not.”

Samantha pointed at the computer. “That little lion boner you just flashed us says otherwise.”

“It’s not little, and I didn’t flash it!” A tiny smile twisted the corners of the lion’s muzzle. “I only pretended to flash it for demonstration purposes. Besides, it wasn’t Jeremy’s testicles that coaxed it out of hiding. It was your butt.”

“I bet it was both,” Samantha said. “And I bet you got a boner when you saw Jeremy’s balls, too.” She glanced at her sister, lifting her voice. “And speaking of fox balls, what day was it again, today?”

Rebecca turned the phone camera around to herself, beaming. “It’s Knee a Guy in the Balls Day! And I haven’t gotten to knee anyone in the balls yet.”

“You haven’t?” Samantha gave a mock gasp, her hand over her muzzle. “That’s not fair! Every girl should get to knee a boy in the balls, today. And every boy should get his balls kneed!” Samantha pivoted towards Jeremy as the younger fox sat up, groaning. “Right, Jeremy?”

Jeremy growled, his ears back. “Oh, shut up, Sammie. Screw your stupid made up holiday. My balls still hurt!”

Michael’s voice chimed in from the laptop. “See? It’s not so funny when it happens to you, is it!”

“You shut up too, Michael!” Jeremy glared at his friend from the floor. “Next time I see you, maybe I’ll knee your little lion balls! Twice!”

Michael shifted on the screen, instinctively covering up. “Come on, Jeremy, you tap my testicles enough! You don’t gotta start using your knee, too.” He swallowed, his ears splayed. “A-and they’re not little!”

Jeremy glanced between his sisters, a cocky smile parting his muzzle despite his lingering pain. “Michael’s got small ones. Mine are like, way bigger.”

“Sure they are, dork.” Samantha laughed, her tail flicking. She lifted her knee into the air. “They didn’t seem that big against my knee.” The vixen made a fist, slowly tightening it. “Or when I squeezed them flat for putting glue in my shoes.”

Jeremy growled at her. “That was like, months ago! Major growth spurt since then. Besides, that was a good prank. Now, are you two gonna get lost or what?” Jeremy hunched forward, holding himself with both hands. “Cause I can tell you’ve been scheming, so I’m not getting back up till you’re gone.”

“Big deal.” Rebecca passed the phone to Samantha, still recording. “Like that’s gonna stop us.” She glanced towards the laptop. “Hey Michael. Jeremy said he’s gonna knee your balls twice. Wanna see his get kneed twice?”

The young lion canted his head, blinking behind his glasses. “Seems fair to me.”

“I thought so.” Rebecca smiled into the phone camera. “Hey Samantha. Guess what day it is.”

Samantha took a step back, framing her sibling. “What day is it, Becca?”

“It’s knee a guy…” Rebecca thrust her knee up into the air, shorts riding up her thigh. “In the balls day!”

“That’s my favorite day!” Samantha turned the camera on herself. “That’s the only reason guys have those silly balls down there, anyway. To get kneed by girls!”

Rebecca wrinkled her muzzle. “That’s a bit much, don’t you think? I might have to cut that line.”

Jeremy groaned, a sound now more of frustration than pain. “Oh my god! How many times are you ugly witches gonna blab about the same damn thing? That’s like the hundredth time you’ve asked what day it is.”

The oldest vixen spared her younger brother a quick glance. “Listen, Brat, we’re making a video. We gotta have plenty of takes to choose from when I edit it.”

“Yeah, Brat,” Samantha said, pointing the camera towards their brother. She raised her voice. “Hey Rebecca, I think I just found some achy fox balls that need another knee.”

“After that ugly witch comment, I think they might get more than one.” Rebecca approached her brother, then bent down and grasped his arms. “Ready to get your fuzzy little fox marbles kneed by your big sisters again, Jeremy?”

“No way!” The younger fox wriggled and squirmed, but was unable to prevent his sister from prying his hands away from his crotch. “Lemme go! Get back to your circle of skanks already!”

Rebecca growled, pulling the smaller fox’s arms up over his head. “Just for that…” Rebecca swiftly snapped her bare foot right between the younger fox’s legs, her toes colliding with his testicles. “Bullseye!”

“AWWWWHH!” Jeremy doubled forward, his eyes crossing over his muzzle. “My nuts!” He coughed, then groaned, writhing in place, his arms still in his sister’s grasp. His legs came together, his knees drawn up. “Awww, my nuts!”

“Lemme get him too!” Samantha propped the phone up against the laptop, making sure the youngest fox was still in frame. Then she bent over to grasp one of Jeremy’s ankles. In the process, her skirt rose up, once against presenting both the camera, and Michael, a peek at her bare, vulpine butt. She pulled Jeremy’s leg aside, opening him up again. “Your nuts are dead, Jeremy!”

“No!” The male fox managed only a pained croak. “Wait, don’t-”

By then, Samantha was already kicking the younger fox in the balls again. The top of her gray furred foot shot up between Jeremy’s thighs, burying itself in the center of his green swimming trunks. He yowled louder still, the anguished cry echoing around the living room. This time his eyes first bugged out, then squeezed shut, even as his muzzle gaped wide. He writhed in place, limbs flailing ineffectively against his older sisters’ collective grasp.

“OOOOOOOOH!” Tears sprang from the younger fox’s eyes, running down the gray fur of his cheeks. “My balls! Oooooh, god, my balls, my baaalls!” He squirmed back and forth, unable to curl up or even cover himself. “My frickin’ balls!” Jeremy’s ears went totally flat, his fangs all bared in an anguished grimace. “My baaaalls!”

“Damn, girl,” Rebecca said, laughing. “You really nailed him! I only gave him like, a half-kick. I was saving the real thing for the knee.”

“I got tired of him calling us names.” Samantha giggled, holding her brother’s ankle tightly to keep his legs spread. “Besides, it’s our first video for the Kickball Sisterhood site, right? Those girls are like, ball-kicking queens. We gotta be on our A-game if we wanna impress them.”

“I guess that’s true.” Rebecca tugged Jeremy’s arms a little higher, keeping him seated but upright as he twisted in pain, his ears flat and tail lashing. “Especially if we want our video to get noticed.”

“Exactly!” Samantha bumped her toes against the younger fox’s inner thigh, perilously near to his crotch. He tried to squirm out of range, but she held him fast by his leg. “So, we might as well give them a show to remember.”

Rebecca glanced at the laptop. “I think your butt’s giving Michael a show to remember.”

The bespectacled lion blinked a few times. “To be honest, you’re both doing so. Those shorts don’t exactly hide a whole lot more than her skirt.”

“Hah!” Samantha stuck her tongue out at her sister. “And you were worried about people seeing my nipples.”

Michael raised his hand. “I’d like to know if that’s an option.”

Both girls laughed. Samantha smirked at the lion. “I think you’ve already got enough masturbation material from me, today. But maybe next time you sleep over? If we do…” She lifted her knee a little. “Bonk you between the legs for a while? Maybe I’ll flash you my tits while you’re crying on the floor.”

Michael whimpered. “Can you maybe not, uh…” He lowered his hands off camera, adjusting himself. “B-bonk my testicles?”

Rebecca perked her ears. “Hey Michael. Are you holding your balls in sympathy, or taking out your boner?”

Samantha giggled. “I bet it’s both.”

“My testicles are certainly feeling uncomfortable right now, yes.” Michael shifted himself again, his ears back.

“That doesn’t really answer the question, though.” Samatha turned her gaze down to her own foot, bumping her toes against Jeremy’s thigh again. “Uh oh, Jeremy, my foot’s awfully close to your family jewels right now.” She moved it closer still, scrunching up his swimsuit in the process. “What do you think, little brother, should I get them again?”

“No!” Jeremy managed only a single, high-pitched word of protest.

“But it would be so easy…” Samantha tapped her foot to either side of the younger fox’s privates, leaving him squirming in fear of the pain boys dreaded most. “Left side, right side…” Samantha pushed her foot into Jeremy’s crotch, causing a single vulpine nut to outline itself against the green fabric. “Right in the middle!”

“Hey, look,” Rebecca said, grinning. “You found one.”

Samantha wiggled her toes, making the little fox ball bobble inside the green fabric. “I sure did! Two of them, actually. That one just decided to show itself off. I guess it must want special attention, huh Becca?”

Rebecca nodded. “It’s the only answer that makes sense. It’s practically begging for it.”

“It really is.” Samantha lifted her foot a little higher, further outlining the oval shape of the vulpine testicle trapped against her toes. “The other one’s sort of, hiding under my toes. What do you think I should do to this one?”

“Well…” Rebecca made a show of studiously appraising the little fox grape showing itself off against the thin green fabric. “Normally I’d say, pinch it! But, since our hands are occupied…” She flashed her sister a wicked grin. “Step on it?”

“That sounds fun!” Samantha wiggled her toes again. “You know, with the way the other one’s hiding, maybe they both wanna be stepped on.”

“No!” Jeremy went into a fresh round of frantic thrashing. “Don’t step on my nards!”

Both vixens ignored his protests entirely and held him fast. Rebecca glanced back at the laptop again. Michael stared at them with wide eyes, utterly transfixed. His muzzle hung slightly open. Rebecca couldn’t tell if the young lion was more focused on their butts, or what Samantha was doing to Jeremy’s balls. Then again, Michael himself might not yet know just what enthralled him the most. He licked his muzzle, and his gaze shifted.

Rebecca smiled when their eyes met through the video. “Wanna see Samantha step on Jeremy’s balls?”

The lion gave a single, silent nod.

“Do it, Sammie!” Rebecca growled, a playful yet aggressive sound. “Step on his balls!” She settled herself down on the floor to keep Jeremy’s arms wrenched up over his head. “Step on his balls!”

“Get ready to feel some sister power, Jeremy!” Samantha bent forward to snatch up Jeremy’s other ankle. She straightened up, hauling his legs up into the air. “I’m gonna step on you so hard, you’re gonna new nuts!” The younger vixen lifted her foot, then paused with it hovering over Jeremy’s crotch. “Thumbnail for the video!”

“Maybe.” Rebecca shifted her grip against the wriggling, protesting fox. “I was thinking a cropped shot of the look on his face when he got kneed.”

“That’s a good one too.” Samantha pushed Jeremy’s legs further apart, her own foot still hovering above his genitals. “Lemme try saying that line right to the camera.” She smirked over her shoulder at the phone, calling out. “I’m gonna step on him so hard, he’s gonna need new nuts!” She cleared her throat, then turned her gaze back to the smaller fox. “Say goodbye to your family jewels, Jeremy!” Samantha paused another beat, then tried another line. “Hope you didn’t want kits, brat!”

Rebecca yapped incredulous vixen laughter. “Are you actually gonna step on his balls, or should we switch places?”

Samantha set her foot down against Jeremy’s groin. “I just wanted to make sure you could pick the best line for the video.”

The oldest vixen rolled her eyes, sighing. “God, we really are shooting an arthouse flick. This was just supposed to be a quick video of Jeremy getting kneed in the balls.”

“Yeah, well.” Samantha shrugged. “These things have a way of growing on their own, I guess.” She tapped her foot against her brother’s unprotected privates, earning little fearful yips. “I can totally feel his nards shifting around.” Samantha moved her foot a little higher, wiggling it back and forth. “Ooh, I can feel his sheath, too.”

“Just squish him, already,” Rebecca said. “I’m getting tired of holding his arms. Besides, you’re probably giving poor Michael blue balls.”

“And the next time he sleeps over, I’m gonna give him black and blue balls.” She leaned forward, pressing her foot down hard. “I’m gonna step on his sheath, first!”

“Aaah!” Jeremy gave a clipped squeal, his face scrunching up. He twisted in place beneath the girls, fangs bared once more. “My sheath! Aaaah! My sheath, my sheath! Stop, stop!”

Rebecca grinned, watching Samantha’s foot grinding back and forth. The pressure flattened down the green fabric around Jeremy’s privates, vaguely outlining the tube-like shape of the smaller fox’s sheath. It compressed beneath his sister’s foot, flattening out slightly. As Samantha twisted her foot, it shifted Jeremy’s swimsuit around his privates. Now and then hints of pale gray fur peeked out through the opening, threatening to reveal something even more intimate.

“It looks like you’re squishing a little sausage,” Rebecca said, laughing. “Or like, a toothpaste tube.”

“He’s just lucky we’re filming this.” Samantha grunted, tugging Jeremy’s feet upwards. “Otherwise, it would be awfully tempting to yank down his swimsuit and get him in the bare ones.”

Rebecca perked her ears, her tail swishing. “It would be pretty fun to see what’s getting kicked, sometime.”

“Stop it!” Jeremy squirmed and wriggled, yanking at his sisters’ grasp to no avail. “Aaah! Ah! Stop stepping on my freakin’ sheath!”

“Fine then,” Samantha said, dragging her foot downwards. “I’ll step on something that hurts even more.”

“No, no, no!” A fresh wave of panic struck the younger fox when Samantha’s foot pressed against his testicles. He squirmed and wriggled, helplessly trying to break free of his older siblings’ grasp. “Don’t step on my nards! I’ll do anything!”

Rebecca rolled her eyes. “No, you won’t. You never keep those promises.” Rebecca pressed Jeremy’s hands against the floor, her tail wagging. “Smush ‘em, Sammie. Make him wish he was a girl!”

Samantha flexed her leg, stepping down hard on her little brother’s vulpine testicles. At the same time, she pulled up on Jeremy’s legs, ensuring the younger fox’s nuts took as much pressure as she could deliver. The force pushed Jeremy’s nards out to either side, leaving them bulging out against his green swimsuit. Jeremy’s back arched, and he gave a long, low, howling cry.

“Oooooooooohhh!” Jeremy twisted in purely male anguish, his whole, gray-furred face crumpled up, rusty red ears pinned back. “My baaaaaaalls!”

“How’s that feel, Jeremy?” Samantha scrunched her muzzle in effort, rolling her foot in a slow circle, grinding the trapped jewels. “They achin’ good, now?”

Jeremy’s yowl twisted into something higher-pitched and quavering, his eyes both bulging out and rolling back. “Awwwwhhhoooohhhhhh!”

“Now he’s feeling it!” Rebecca giggled, ensuring Jeremy’s arms remained pinned. “That’s a brand-new noise, I think.”

“Yeah!” Samantha yipped her own laughter. “Never heard him make that one before.” She growled, flashing her fangs in playful dominance. “Let’s keep it going!”

For several minutes, Samantha continued to grind the younger fox’s testicles under her foot. Jeremy’s balls were visibly trapped beneath his sister’s foot, shifting and rolling around inside his swimsuit with every agonizing circle. They flattened slightly, yet still easily moved above, unable to escape the pressure. Now and then, the motions shifted Jeremy’s bathing suit just enough for a hint of a gray-furred tube to peek out the opening in the front, if only for a moment.

Rebecca found the whole experience oddly enthralling. Though she knew the general form and function of male anatomy, to a female who lacked anything of the sort, it almost looked as if her sister had trapped something alien under her foot. And the sheer vulnerability of testicles added another fascinating element. Surely, she thought, a pair of oversized fox grapes couldn’t possibly hurt that badly. And yet, Jeremy’s tearful moans and howls said they did. Not to mention the ease with which she could leave boy rolling on the floor with one swift kick between his legs.

“What do you think it feels like?” Rebecca glanced up at her sister.

“It’s kind of squishy,” Samantha said, chewing her lip in concentration. She rolled her foot back the other way, grinding Jeremy’s jewels in the opposite direction. The fox moaned and writhed anew. Samantha wiggled her toes. “They’re like two gummy pecans, or something.”

Rebecca blinked at that description, giggling again. “No, I know what they feel like. I’ve pinched them, after all. I mean, I wonder what it feels like to get kicked there?” She looked down at Jeremy’s face, watching the waves of pain roll across it. Tears ran from his eyes. “Or stepped on.”

“Oh, I dunno!” Samantha flexed her toes as if trying to capture a testicle. “I wonder that too, whenever I kick him. I’m just glad I don’t have them!”

“I know, right?” She grunted when Jeremy twisted against her grasp, and pressed his wrists down harder. “It must be so weird to be so vulnerable down there.” She spared Michael a glance. “We should make you tell us how it feels, next time you come over.”

Michael gulped, nodding in reply. His gaze remained fixed on Samantha’s foot. The geeky lion’s ears were splayed back, his eyes wide behind his thick glasses. His muzzle hung partway open, tongue bumping his teeth as if he was panting. Rebecca couldn’t tell if Michael’s expression was more of pained sympathy, or confused excitement. The lion looked as if he couldn’t decide whether he should tell the girls to stop, or encourage them to keep going.

“Yeah, Michael.” Samantha looked over her shoulder. “Next time you visit, we’re gonna make you answer all our ball kicking questions. And if you don’t answer?” The vixen finally lifted her red-furred foot, only to slam it forward in a sharp kick aimed for the younger fox’s testicles. “Bam! Right there!”

“AAAAAAAHHH!” Jeremy shrieked as his balls visibly bounced off his sister’s toes, jostling inside his swimsuit. “My nards! Aaaaaaahhhh!” He twisted back and forth within his sibling’s grasp, fresh tears wetting his fur. “Oh god, my nards! My naaaaaards!”

“Damn, Samantha,” Rebecca said, tilting her to watch the way Jeremy’s face contorted, his eyes crossed over his gaping muzzle. “You’re vicious today.”

“I’m sick of his shit lately. Besides, we’re putting on a show, right?” She grimaced, working her shoulders in a circle. “I’m getting tired of holding onto him, though.”

Rebecca nodded, her arms aching. “Yeah, me too. It’s tiring holding down a squirmy little brat. I still haven’t had my turn, though.”

Samantha idly pressed her foot between her brother’s legs again, earning a pitiful groan. “You wanna finish him off?”

“Oh, yeah.” Rebecca slowly rose up, pulling Jeremy’s arms with her. “Up you get, Jeremy. Guess where my knee’s about to go!”

“Don’t…” Jeremy coughed, his voice noticeably higher than before. “You freakin’ dare! I swear, I’ll kick you both in your pussies!”

Samantha finally released Jeremy’s feet. His legs dropped to the floor, and she stepped back. “Someone’s feeling feisty, today. Go ahead and try to kick my pussy, you little shit. I think we both know your balls will regret it.”

“Since you brought it up, Jeremy…” Rebecca hauled the younger fox up to his feet, holding his arms behind his back. His legs wobbled, and Rebecca doubted Jeremy would have stayed standing if she hadn’t held him up. “It does hurt girls to get kicked in the crotch, but not near as bad as it hurts boys. It still makes for funny videos, though, so if you think you’re gonna get revenge? You may as well record it.”

Samantha gasped, her eyes wide. “Don’t tell him that!”

Rebecca only shrugged. “Fair’s fair, Sammie. Besides, even if he gets us good, it’ll never hurt as bad as what I’m about to do to him.” She cleared her throat, her tail wagging as she pivoted Jeremy to face the camera. “Hey, Sammie, guess what day it is!”

Jeremy gave a whimpering groan. “Oh, come on!”

Samantha beamed at her sister. “What day is it, sis?”

“It’s Knee a Guy in the Balls Day!” Rebecca smiled for the camera, then kneed the little fox in the balls from behind with everything she had.

Rebecca’s knee shot between Jeremy’s legs like a rocket. The camera had a perfectly clear shot of it flying up between his slender thighs to smash into the younger fox’s unprotected testicles. Once again, they bulged out against his swimsuit, hoisted upwards upon his sister’s knee. Rebecca felt the impact like two squishy, rubber walnuts crunched against her knee. The force of the blow lifted the little fox to his tip toes, and for a second, off the ground.

“AWWWWWWWWH!” Jeremy howled, doubling over against his sister’s grasp. His muzzle went wide, tongue curling inside it. The fox’s eyes crossed, staring at one another, only to slowly roll back into his head. He sagged helplessly towards the floor, held aloft only by his sister. “Ooooooooh, my baaaaaaaalls!”

Rebecca released her brother, and Jeremy instantly crumpled to the ground in a heap of roiling male anguish neither of his sisters would ever understand. He moaned, and started to curl up, only to stop halfway as if he lacked even the strength to attain the fetal position. Both hands ended up pressed between his legs, cradling his battered private parts. With his eyes still rolled back, Jeremy sobbed into the carpet, his whole body trembling.

Samantha yipped raucous vixen laughter. “I think Jeremy dot execute has stopped responding!”

Rebecca laughed with her sister. “Right? Probably for the rest of the afternoon, at least.”

“Yeah, until he crawls off to the kitchen to find some ice.” Samantha crouched down, patronizingly patting the younger fox’s head. “Aww, achy balls are the worst, huh little brother?”

“Sh-shut up…” Jeremy whimpered and groaned between sobs. Occasionally a higher pitched, trembling whine escaped him instead. “Oh, god, my balls! My balls! This is the worst one in months!”

“Good,” Samantha said, standing back up. “Cause you’ve been an even bigger shit this week than you have in months.” She turned towards the camera, flourishing her skirt. “And that, girls, is how you show your little brother who’s boss.” She glanced at her sister. “How’s that for an ending line?”

“Not bad.” Rebecca smirked. “Though if you keep moving your skirt like that, all those girls you’re talking to are gonna see your pussy.”

“Half the girls on that site are probably into that, anyway.” Samantha moved aside, glancing down at their stricken brother. Jeremy slowly rocked back and forth, his bushy tail kinked. “You wanna let it keep recording him for a while?”

“Yeah, we’ll get some B-Roll of him rolling around and crying about his stupid nards.” She adjusted the laptop so Michael had a clear view of the fallen fox. “You can watch too, Mister Michael.”

Samantha canted her head, one ear up. “Did you say B-roll? And here I thought you weren’t making-”

Rebecca held her hands up, cutting off her sister. “I know, I know, arthouse flick, blah, blah, blah. We may as well embrace it. Besides, we can always make some gifs of him rolling around to use on the site. That’d be fun.”

“Either that, or we just post the longest video ever.” Samantha waved a hand through the air, as if illustrating a movie title. “Jeremy Gets His Balls Kneed: The Motion Picture.”

“Oh, lord.” Rebecca put a hand over her face.

“No, wait!” Samantha deepened her voice. “In a world, where girls rule, and boys drool…” She made another grand, theatrical gesture. “Jeremy’s Jewels: The Painful True Story.”

Michael laughed from the laptop. “That one’s not bad.”

“Glad you like it.” Samantha put her hands on her hips, smirking at the video chat. “Because yours are next.” She deepened her voice again. “In a world, where one lion’s balls have never been kneed…”

“Oh, that’s right!” Rebecca perked her ears, a dangerous smile on her muzzle. “We gotta record your first ever knee in the balls. That’ll get so many views!”

The geeky lion swallowed, his ears flat. “You don’t really have to record it, do you? Or knee me, for that matter.”

“Yes, to both.” A dangerous smile spread across Rebecca’s muzzle. “But don’t worry, Michael. We’re gonna make you famous.”

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