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Melissa leaned over the bathtub, turning on the hot water. She pushed down the stopper, and a steady stream of still-cold water poured from the adjustable nuzzle. Chilly spray danced across the vixen’s face, striking her nose. She yelped and stumbled back, bumping up against the gray-marble sink counter. Melissa grimaced, wiping her muzzle with a black-furred hand.

“Yanno…” A slender male cheetah stood in the bathroom doorway, completely naked. “Since you’re already wet, you may as well get in the shower too.”

“You wish, Tom.” Melissa turned towards the cheetah. “Only one of you feline dorks gets to see me naked, tonight, and it isn’t you.”

“No fair.” Tom crossed his arms, huffing. “You’ve been lookin’ at me naked all night!”

Tom’s nudity started as an embarrassing prank. Earlier in the night, Melissa and her brother Adam teamed up to remove and hide the cheetah’s pajamas. But it wasn’t long until Melissa decided to make Tom go naked in front of everyone all weekend long.

“I sure have,” Melissa said. She cupped the feline’s chin. “And I’m gonna keep looking.”

Melissa gazed down across the geeky cheetah’s body. Golden-beige fur covered him everywhere, along with countless black spots. His fur was darkest gold across his head and down his back, and paler over his belly and feline privates. A few tiny, faintly visible spots even marked the cheetah’s fuzzy beige scrotum. His slightly rounded balls hung freely beneath his snug feline sheath. Tom’s frame possessed an athletic sort of leanness. The cheetah was driven by a seemingly boundless amount of energy, always jogging and bouncing in place.

The vixen leaned in to smile in Tom’s face. Sharp golden eyes peered back at her behind thin glasses. Black tear streaks ran from his eyes to the back of his blunt muzzle. His ears swiveled back and forth, as if unsure if they should be focused on the girl holding his snout, or the sounds of the shower. Melissa gave the end of his muzzle a playful kiss.

“Good boy.” Then Melissa released his muzzle, only to playfully swat the cheetah’s testicles. They bobbled. “Cheetah nards!”

“Ow!” Tom doubled over, his eyes slightly cross. “Not funny, Melissa!”

“Sure it was!” The vixen pointed to the shower. “Now get in there and adjust the temperature before it gets too hot.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Tom grumbled and rubbed his furry pouch. He pulled the crimson shower curtain further aside, then bent forward to fiddle with the temperature knob. The position left his spotted rump exposed, his tail twitching.

Melissa slapped the cheetah’s butt quite sharply. “Cute cheetah butts get spanked!”

“AH!” Tom jumped, grabbing his rump. “Come on, Melissa! Why don’t you spank frickin’ Max?”

“Oh, I plan too.” Melissa turned her attention towards the lion still waiting in the hallway. “Your turn, Professor Maxwell.”

Max glared at her as he entered the bathroom. “You know I hate being called that.”

Just like Tom, Maxwell was completely naked. The lion was taller than the cheetah, though little sturdier. His reddish mane stubbornly refused to present itself as anything more than patchwork at best. Thick glasses perched on his blunt, leonine muzzle. Silken fur the color of golden sunlight covered him from ears to tail tip, save for the darker hues of his mane, and tufted tail. The vixen’s gaze slowly wandered down his body, pausing on his golden furred sheath, and the sun-hued leonine testicles hanging beneath it.

Melissa reached out, and brazenly grasped the lion’s balls, cradling them in her hand. “Would you rather I called you Kitten Marbles?”

The lion tensed up, sucking in a sharp breath. “N-no. I th-thought we were passed that, when it became obvious to all onlookers…” Max pointed at the cheetah’s genitals as water cascaded down Tom’s body. “That he’s the one with kitten marbles, not me.”

“Shut up, Professor!” Tom hissed at the lion. “You’ve only got bigger ones than me because you’re a lion. If we were both cheetahs, mine would be ten times bigger than yours.”

Max adjusted his glasses. “If yours were ten times larger than mine, I’d suggest you visit a doctor immediately.”

Melissa laughed. “You’ll always be Kitten Marbles to me, Kitten Marbles.” She idly rolled the lion’s balls around in her hand. They shifted in her grasp, their vaguely oval shapes outlined against the golden-furred pouch. “But don’t worry. You know I think you’re fucking adorable.” She kissed his nose. “It’s fun having you naked, you cute little dork.”

Max swallowed audibly, then returned the playful kiss. “It’s f-fun being naked, with you.” He glanced down at his balls, resting in the vixen’s grasp. “D-Do you like holding them?”

The vixen nodded, casually exploring their shapes in her fingers. “Yeah. Even after the stuff we’ve done, it’s still cool getting to just feel a pair of testicles. They’re oddly fascinating.”

The lion whimpered in delight, shivering. “If you hadn’t just stimulated me to orgasm, I’d be extremely erect right now.”

“Oh my, God.” Tom clapped his hands over his ears. “You’re hurting my brain, dude. Talk normally! Just say you’d get a boner if she hadn’t just jacked you off.”

Max bared his fangs. “Shove it, Tom! I’ll talk however I want. Besides, Melissa likes it when I talk nerdy.” He peered up at her, his ears perked and head tilted. “Right?”

“Usually.” Melissa released Max’s balls, only to push him up against the wall. She snatched his hands, pinning them over his head. “But sometimes you’re so damn geeky I wanna knee your frickin’ balls up into your brain.” Melissa pressed her knee into the feline’s testicles, lifting them. Max’s emerald eyes went wide behind his glasses. “You’d look so cute if I got you, right now. All cross-eyed and crumpled. Probably sobbing.”

“You got problems, Melissa.” Tom turned around in the shower, soaking his fur. “Does that like, turn you on or something?”

Melissa blinked. “What?” She dropped her knee and released Max, stepping back. “No. It’s not a fetish, Tom. I just like kicking guys.”

Tom flicked his tail. “I didn’t say fetish.” He grinned, poking his tongue. “But you did, so now I’m wondering.”

“Dangerous territory, Thomas.” Max rubbed his balls as if they needed reassuring after facing down Melissa’s knee.

“Extremely dangerous.” Melissa pointed at the bathtub. “Time to join the cheetah, Max. And leave the shower curtain open.”

“As you wish, M’lady.” Max tucked an arm over his belly, and offered a stiff bow. He straightened up, scrunching his muzzle. “That was dumb, wasn’t it.”

Melissa patted his head. “You tried, and that’s what matters.” She gestured at his glasses. “You gonna take those off?”

“Nah, they’re waterproof.” Max took them off to inspect them up close. “I can’t really see much without them, anyway.” He put them back on. “Tom kept his on, too.”

“I think you two just want to make sure you get a good look at each other’s sheath and balls.” Melissa leaned back against the counter, smirking.”

The lion splayed his ears. “Whatever.” He turned towards the tub. “It’s not too hot in there, is it Tom?”

“Not for me.” Tom stood under the showerhead, slowly turning back and forth. The water slicked down his fur against his body, outlining the cheetah’s musculature. In the warm water, Tom’s feline balls hung noticeably looser than before, clearly silhouetted against their beige enclosure. “You can adjust it, if you want.”

Max tested the water with his pink-hued pads. “Nah, it’s fine.”

Tom moved out of the way to make room. “Better keep an eye on Melissa.”

Max stepped halfway in. “I can’t look in two directions at once, Thomas.”

The vixen darted forward, slapping Max’s ass even harder than she’d smacked Tom. “Lion butts get spanked!”

“Ouch!” Max jumped, grabbing his rump with both hands. “That hurt!” His tufted tail lashed. “Ow! Damn it, Melissa!”

“Told you, dude,” Tom said.

“Yeah, yeah.” Max winced, rubbing himself and ruffling his golden fur. “Is there shampoo I can use, once I’m all wet?”

“There’s plenty of shampoo. And speaking of getting all wet,” Melissa said, walking to the towel rack. When both felines stared at her in silence, she flattened her ears. “Okay, I walked into that one.”

“I mean…” Max joined Tom beneath the flowing water. “After tonight’s recent adventures, I’d be surprised if you weren’t.”

“That’s for me to know, and you…” Melissa pulled a few spare towels off the rack. She tossed them onto the floor where the spray was starting to puddle. “To find out later.” She returned to her spot near the sink, where she had a clear view of both males. “Cause tonight your muzzle’s gonna be…” The vixen mimed holding Max’s ears down in front of her crotch. “Busy.”

“Damn dude!” Tom shoved the lion. “You’re frickin’ lucky.” He picked up one of several bottles, examining it. “Melissa, if you keep that up, I’m gonna get a boner again.”

“Again?” Melissa’s ears went up. “You’ve already gotten off twice tonight. I thought that was like the maximum for a guy.”

Tom snorted, pouring shampoo into his hand. “We’re felines, Melissa. We don’t have knots.” He set the bottle down, and lathered up his fur. The scent of lilac quickly filled the air.

“I noticed that, Tom,” Melissa said, her voice flat. “But what’s that have to do with it? I thought…” She rubbed her muzzle, her tail flicking. “The knot doesn’t have anything to do with how many times you can get hard in a night…” She glanced at Max, hoping for a more clarifying answer. “Does it?”

“Well…” Max turned a slow circle in the water. It slicked down his golden fur and left his patchwork mane comically bedraggled. “Tom’s half right. Knots don’t have anything to do with it. But technically, felines can ejaculate more frequently than canines. At least, ancestrally. Though, it also…” He splayed his ears. “Doesn’t take us as long.”

Melissa smirked. “I noticed. Tom came pretty fast under my foot, earlier.”

“It was my first time!” Tom huffed, turning away. “I did my best!”

“You sure did,” Melissa said, laughing. “Don’t worry, Tom. Max shot really fast when I gave him his first handjob, too.”

Max grunted, looking at his feet. “Not that fast.” He picked up the shampoo bottle, glancing at Tom. “Lilac? Really?”

Tom shrugged. “I just grabbed the first one that said shampoo.”

“Whatever.” Maxwell squirted some into his hands, then worked it into his fur. “I hope you like flowers, Melissa.”

The vixen giggled. “Well, you nerds are using my shampoo, so yes.” Her eyes trailed down both feline bodies. “So how long is it gonna take before you dorks are popping boners again? Don’t you need like, an hour?”

“It varies, but…” Max glanced at Tom’s crotch. “Tom’s might take a little longer, since he’s gone twice. But mine will probably be ready to play again soon.”

“Good to know.” Melissa stepped closer. “You two should shampoo each other while we talk.”

Tom blinked, glancing between Max and Melissa. “Why?”

“Why do you think, dummy?” Melissa folded her arms. “Wouldn’t you wanna watch two girls soaping each other up?”

“Totally!” Tom picked up the shampoo bottle again. “But I’d probably wanna jack off to it later.” Both vixen and lion gave the cheetah a blank stare. He looked between them again. “What?”

Max rolled his eyes, holding his hands out. “What do you think she’s gonna do, stupid?”

“I dunno.” Tom squirted some shampoo into the lion’s palms. “I dunno, what?”

Max rubbed his hands together. “Pleasure herself, duh!”

“Girls do that?” The cheetah gaped at Melissa. “You…” He worked his jaw soundlessly, as if struggling to wrap his mind around the idea. “Girls masturbate?”

“We sure do, Tom.” Melissa ran a hand down over her own crotch, teasing herself through her pajamas. Then she straightened up, grinning. “Now soap up my favorite lion already.”

Tom reached out, hesitant at first. He pressed his hands against Max’s chest, and slowly worked the shampoo into his fur. Max placed his own hands on the cheetah’s sides, stroking Tom’s fur up and down. Melissa chewed her lip, watching the two felines slowly get accustomed to the idea. Soon, they were each getting more shampoo, and working it all through the other’s fur. Before long, both felines had successfully lathered up the other.

“Hey Professor.” Tom tilted his head. “How did you know girls masturbate?”

Max scrunched his muzzle, his ears flat. “Because Sally doesn’t know how keep her muzzle shut when she finishes.”

“Oh, my god,” Melissa said, bursting into laughter. “Really? Someone needs to teach that girl to shove her muzzle into a pillow right.”

“More like someone needs to remind her she’s not the only one in the house.” Max worked soap down over Tom’s belly. “And that she’s got other bedrooms next to hers.”

Melissa leaned against the wall, watching the felines bathe each other. “Next time just tell her you can hear her.”

“No way in hell.” Max shook his head. “It’s embarrassing enough hearing her getting off when I’m trying to sleep. It would be ten times worse talking to her about it. And when she got over her embarrassment?” Max shuddered, his ears drooping. “There’s no way in hell my nuts survive that encounter. That’s like, challenge rating one million.”

The vixen laughed again, shrugging. “Sally is basically the final boss of your nuts, recently.”

“Pretty much,” Max said. “And she wins every encounter.” He winced. “Plus, she’s obsessed with getting my left one lately.”

“That’s what I hear.” Melissa reached out to brush her fingers over the lion’s left testicle. “Maybe later I should make you guys tell me about all your recent nut shots.”

Max shivered at the vixen’s touch. “Mine have mostly come from Sally.”

Tom gently nudged Max aside to stand in the water. Soapy rivulets ran down his body, dripping to the tub. “Maybe your sister’s got a ball kicking fetish, too.”

“Gross, dude!” Max punched Tom’s shoulder, growling.

“Ow!” The cheetah rubbed his shoulder, grimacing. “Everyone needs to quit hittin’ me. Besides, I dunno why you’re mad at me.” Tom splashed water into the lion’s face, making him yelp. “Sally’s the one who’s masturbating after she kicks your balls.”

“That’s not what’s happening, Tom.” Max pulled his glasses off, rinsing them. “I don’t even know how you get things so out of order in your head.”

Melissa flicked her tail. “Me either. Just cause a girl might masturbate after we knee a guy in the balls, doesn’t mean that’s why we’re masturbating.”

“I mean, it kinda sounds like it.” Tom got more shampoo. “Want me to get your back?”

“Sure.” Max turned away to allow the cheetah to soap up his back. “Actually, Melissa, Tom’s right. It does sound that way, when you put it like that.” He glanced over his shoulder, his ears perked, an analytical glint in his green eyes. “Ever pleasured yourself immediately after you got Adam in the balls?”

“Well…” Melissa rubbed her neck, her muzzle heating beneath her fur. “Yes, but that’s different.”

“How exactly is it different?” Max leaned into Tom’s touch, purring. “Oooh, that’s nice.”

“It’s different because I was already planning to get myself off.” Melissa licked her nose, unable to meet the lion’s eyes. “I’d been talking to Sarah, and I was really in the mood. So I was hurrying to my room, and Adam was in the way. And he was being a little shit. Wouldn’t move, wouldn’t shut up, so bam!” She jerked her knee into the air. “Kneed the little brat in the balls, really hard. Adam went down sobbing, I stepped over him, and went into my room. Closed the door, got into bed, got my pants down, and polished my pearl for a while.”

Max wriggled against Tom’s touch. His tail brushed Tom’s legs as the cheetah’s hands worked lower. “Could hear Adam crying about his balls, while you were masturbating?”

Melissa scratched her arm, tail swishing. “I mean, yeah.” Her ears burned hot. “He was right outside my door, so, it would be hard not to hear him. But I just ignored-”

“And would you say…” Max leaned forward as Tom’s hands roamed his tail. “Knowing Adam’s testicles were aching intensified your experience?”

Melissa glared at the lion. A growl crept into her words. “You keep this up, and your testicles are gonna be aching.”

Max straightened up, turning around. “No further questions. Argument withdrawn.”

Tom lowered his voice to an overloud whisper. “She’s totally got a fetish for it, dude.”

Max nodded, whispering in return. “Concur.”

The cheetah tilted his head. “What does that mean?”

“It means we’re in agreement about…” He glanced at the vixen. “Madam Knees-A-Lot.”

Melissa rolled her eyes. “Whatever, dorks.” She waved at Tom. “Shouldn’t you be getting his back, too?”

“Oh, yeah. Your turn.” The cheetah turned around, then bent forward, bracing his hands against the shower wall. “Go ahead.”

“Uh…” Max’s eyes wandered down to the cheetah’s spotted rump, now presented to him. “That’s, uh, perhaps more provocative than you intended.”

“Huh?” Tom splayed his ears. “Are you gonna soap me up or not?”

The lion grunted, stepping closer to reach the cheetah’s back. Tom’s tail shifted, brushing against Max’s privates. “C-careful!”

Tom glanced over his shoulder. “Quit rubbin’ your stuff on me, dude.”

“You’re the who bent over!” Max leaned over the cheetah, rubbing shampoo into the fur across his shoulders. He slowly worked his hands down Tom’s back.

“I thought this would make it easier.” Tom flicked his tail again, making Max whimper. “Besides, you were getting all weird and wiggly when I was washing your back.”

“I was enjoying myself!” Max moved his hands in circles towards the cheetah’s rump.

“You still are!” Tom leaned his weight onto one hand to wave at the lion’s crotch. “Your frickin’ tip is peeking out, dude.”

Max and Melissa both looked down at the same time. Sure enough, a half-inch or so of pointed red lion cock was poking out of Max’s sheath. Max’s ears went flat as could be. “That’s because you keep rubbing me with your tail!”

“Nuh uh!” Tom hissed, but his anger was clearly feigned. “You’re humping me dude!”

“Oh, God.” Max put a hand over his muzzle. “You’re doing this on purpose.” Then he cringed, frantically blinking. “Ah! Shampoo in my eyes!”

“Am not!” Tom wiggled his hips, tail bumping Max’s sheath and balls in a way that coaxed out a trembling whimper. “Now I’m doing it on purpose.”

“You naughty little cheetah.” Melissa slipped an arm into the shower to rub Tom’s ears. “Pretty brave considering how easily Max could kick you in the balls right now. Or…” She made a fist. “Or grab them.”

“Yeah, Tom.” Max pulled off his glasses, rinsing his face. “You’re lucky I got shampoo in my eyes, or I’ll totally grab your nuts.”

“Do it, Max!” Melissa snatched Tom’s arm, a hand on his shoulder to keep him from straightening up. “I dare you! Grab his nuts!”

“H-hey!” Tom squirmed, tucking his tail to protect his testicles. “I was just goofing off! I already got kicked tonight.”

Melissa held him tight, preventing him from rising. “I didn’t say squeeze them, Tom. I just wanna see Max grab them from behind.”

Hesitant, Max slowly pulled Tom’s tail aside. The cheetah’s balls hung loosely under his rump, rivulets of soapy froth running down his fur. Max reached out with his other hand, fingertips brushing the bottom of the cheetah’s testicles. The lion glanced up at Melissa through watermarked glasses, as if asking for confirmation, and encouragement.

“Go on.” Melissa held Tom in place. “Grab his balls, Max. Give ‘em a little tug.”

The scrawny lion returned his attention to the other feline’s naked form. Max curled his fingers around the cheetah’s testicles, gently grasping them. Tom’s balls soon rested against Max’s palm pad, little ovals vaguely outlined against the beige-furred pouch. Max closed his hand, then playfully tugged Tom’s fuzzy jewels back under his spotted butt.

“Got your nuts, Tom.” Max’s voice was soft, yet filled with a sort of breathless, confused excitement. The lion sounded unsure if he should be exhilarated or embarrassed about grabbing another male’s testicles. He gave them an exploratory squeeze, pressing them against one another. “How’s that feel?”

“Awwww!” Tom groaned, his muzzle scrunching up. “C-come on, Dude! Melissa said you weren’t gonna squeeze them!”

“No, I didn’t.” Melissa laughed, still clutching Tom’s limb. “I didn’t tell him to squeeze them, but I didn’t tell him not to, either.”

Max purred, a throaty sound that shifted into something more akin to an aggressive growl. “I kinda want too.”

Something about Max’s growl left Melissa shuddering. “Oooh, listen to you, little lion, getting all growly. Holding someone’s balls makes you feel powerful, doesn’t it?”

“Uh huh.” Max licked his nose. “Like I’m one of our ancestral warriors, with a trespasser at my mercy.” He tightened his grip, growling again. “What are you doing on my lands, cheetah?”

“I don’t play wanna your weird games, dude!” Tom’s voice rose in pitch as Max’s grip intensified.

“Alright, fine,” Max said, rubbing his thumb against the cheetah’s balls. “But you were awfully disrespectful to me, earlier.”

Tom’s body tensed, his tail lashing in Max’s other hands. “But we made up already! Don’t squash my nards, dude!”

Max flicked his tufted tail, chuckling. “I’m not squashing them.” He rolled Tom’s balls around, watching the little eggs shift in their lightly-spotted enclosure. “I’m barely even squeezing them.”

“Now you know how us girls feel,” Melissa said. “We hardly put any pressure on one of your nuts, and you’re already begging for mercy.”

Max flattened his ears. “You girls definitely pinch and squeeze way harder than this.”

The vixen shrugged. “Maybe. But I’m guessing there’s a little voice in the back of your head telling you to squeeze tighter and show him who’s boss.”

“It is kinda tempting to try squeezing them the way Sally squeezes mine…” Max growled again, clamping down hard enough to make Tom yelp. “Especially since he sack-tapped me for no reason last week.”

“I had a reason,” Tom said, his voice high and quavering. He twisted and squirmed against the vixen’s grasp. “You were annoying me, and you were wide open!”

“Ooh, I haven’t heard that story.” Melissa slowly released Tom’s arm, giving the cheetah a sharp glare. “I’m letting you go, so you don’t accidentally hurt yourself. But Max still gets to hold your balls.”

Tom splayed his ears, glancing back at the lion. “Bro code, dude. Play nicely!”

Max blinked, tilting his head. “I’m not sure any brotherly code applies to playing with someone’s testicles versus squeezing them, but…” He looked down at the tub floor, twisting up his muzzle. “I don’t want you to fall down and crack your knees, so your nuts are safe.”

Melissa leaned into the shower, looking around. Water splattered her ears. “Good point. I don’t want someone to get injured falling in the tub, so let’s make a rule. No ball shots in the shower unless they’re sitting down.”

Tom squirmed in place. “As long as don’t expect me to sit down with The Professor just so you can watch him squeeze my balls.”

A playful snarl crept into Max’s voice. “If Melissa says squeeze, I squeeze! Or would you rather I made you sit down so I can step on them instead?”

Tom’s eyes went wide. He quickly shook his head, cowed into silence.

“Damn, dude.” Melissa perked her ears, grinning. “You’re aggressive, tonight. I like hearing you get all snarly.”

Max’s mischievous hostility faded into a sheepish smile. “I was just trying to think of what you’d say. Plus, I’m guessing the caveat about sitting down was aimed at me.”

“It was, yes.” Melissa ran her hand down Max’s belly, towards the lion’s genitals. “A relaxing bath, cuddling my favorite lion in the hot water, and squeezing a pair of…” She brushed her pads across the tapered red flesh peeking from the lion’s sheath, then seized his water-tightened balls. “Stress balls…” Melissa firmly pressed the lion’s golden-furred testicles together. “Does sound awfully enjoyable.”

“Ooooh!” Max’s eyes crossed slightly. He hunched forward against Tom’s back, his own grip tightening in turn. “My testes!”

“Aww!” Tom gave a clipped yowl, wriggling in pain. “Too tight!”

Melissa yipped wicked vixen laughter. “There. Now you’ve both got aching balls.” She squeezed Max’s nuts a few moments longer, then let him go, patting his furry sack. “Yours oughta be used to it, by now.”

“Hilarious,” Max said, his voice strained. He released Tom, and the cheetah’s balls bobbled back into position. Max backed away, rubbing himself with a hand, wincing. “It’s not really a sensation we can get used to.”

Tom leaned against the wall, clutching his balls. “Awwww, my marbles, dude. That last squeeze really left ‘em aching.”

Melissa caressed Tom’s ears, the spray wetting her arms. “Good cheetah.”

Tom leaned his head into her touch whilst still holding his balls. “I am?” A purr crept up his throat.

The vixen cooed, rubbing his ears in circles. “A very good cheetah, for letting Max squeeze your balls. Maybe you should let him get you really good, this weekend.”

Tom swallowed, a nervous whine battling his purr. “Why would I let Professor Maxwell mash my poor nards?” He lifted a hand to return Melissa’s affection, gently stroking her hand.

Melissa cradled his head, leaning closer. The shower splashed across her fur. “Because I’ll make sure you get a reward, afterwards.”

Tom licked his nose, shivering. “Involving your hand again, maybe?”

“Maybe…” Melissa trailed a hand down the cheetah’s body, leaving little ruffled lines in his wet fur. She circled a finger around his sheath, then brushed a pad across where it met his scrotum. “Though, I bet I could talk the other boys into helping me. You could have four pairs of hands exploring your body till you spill all over your belly fur in front of everyone.”

Tom’s jaw dropped. He worked it in silence, but no words crossed his tongue. An inch or so of pointed red feline cock was quickly poking out of his sheath. While his recent release prevented further arousal, Melissa doubted that impediment would last.

“I’ll assume unsheathing means you like the idea.” Melissa swirled her fingertip around the cheetah’s tip, then turned her attention to Maxwell. “What about you, Best Lion? Sound fun?”

“Which part?” Max removed his glasses to blow off the water droplets. “Squeezing Tom’s testicles? Or that surprisingly detailed reward you proposed?”

Melissa cradled the lion’s chin, offering a devious, fang-filled grin. “Both.”

Max stilled, save for the twitching of his tail tuft. “They do both sound enjoyable. I rarely get to be the aggressor to someone else’s testicles.” He shivered, his eyes flicking to Tom’s privates. “And I’m certainly not against the idea of exploring another male. Even if you are throwing us into the deep end of that particular pool.”

The vixen scowled. “That’s a fair point.” She held her hands up. “I know I can get…” Melissa paused, considering the right word. She swished her bushy tail. “Pushy-”

“Bossy,” Tom said at nearly the same time.

“Aggressive,” Max said, just a breath later.

“Case in point, I guess.” Melissa dropped her hands down. “I’m bossy, aggressive, pushy, and…” She trailed off, rubbing the back of her neck. The fur was damp, now. “Look, I know I’m a real bitch sometimes, okay? I’ve been cruel to you guys, and to my brothers. Hell, I boss everyone around, even my friends.” The vixen sighed. “But I’m honestly trying to work on that, lately.”

Melissa turned around, staring at herself in the mirror. Condensation fog crept across the edges of the mirror, closing in on their shared reflections. The vixen looked like the cold-hearted jailer in some X-rated fantasy flick, looming over her nude prisoners, bound by walls of enclosing fog. Melissa scrunched her muzzle. She hoped they realized they weren’t trapped here. They didn’t have to do everything she said.

“The point is,” Melissa said, pivoting back to the felines. “I wanna make it clear I’m not forcing you two into anything.” She waved a hand. “Yeah, I wanna do more stuff with both of you. And I wanna watch you do things to each other. But…” She jabbed a finger in the air. “Only with your consent. So if you’re uncomfortable, or you don’t wanna do what I suggest? Just tell me, and I promise I’ll stop it immediately.”

Max nodded, tail swishing. “I appreciate it, Melissa.”

“Good.” Melissa ran a hand back over her head, smoothing down her black-furred ears. “Like I said, I know I’m a bitch. And it just sort of hit me that…” She rubbed her arm. “If I told you guys to jerk each other off, you might do it just because you were afraid of saying no to me. So please, don’t be. Consent is important, and I want you both to understand I value it.” Melissa looked between the two felines. “Okay?”

“Okay.” The lion smiled, lifting his ears. “For the record, I’ve consented to everything we’ve done. And I’d consent to the other things you mentioned, too.” He nudged Tom with his elbow. “Under the circumstances, you should probably confirm it out loud, too.”

Tom just gaped at Melissa, his eyes wide. “You wanna watch me and the Professor jerk each other off!?”

Melissa stared back at him. “That’s your takeaway? Did you hear anything else I said?”

“I dunno…” The cheetah turned a slow circle under the showerhead, rinsing his fur. “The part about jerkin’ each other off sorta overwrote everything else in my brain.”

“Of course it did.” Melissa set her hands on her hips. “Seriously, Tom. Are you okay with doing stuff with Max, or not?”

The cheetah shot the geeky lion a sidelong glance. “You mean like hitting him in the balls?”

Max hissed, covering his privates with both hands. “Not funny, you ignoramus!”

Tom blinked, one ear splayed. “I dunno what that means, dude.”

“I’m pretty sure you two will do that to each other with or without permission.” She reached out and grasped Tom’s splayed ear, giving it a gentle twist. “Now answer the question.”

“Ow!” Tom wriggled back and forth in a half-hearted attempt to free his ear. “What question?”

Melissa twisted a little harder. “Quit playing dumb, Spots.”

“He can’t help it,” Max said. He uncovered to fetch a fresh handful of shampoo. “It comes naturally to him.”

“Shut up, Professor!” Tom tried to swat Max’s balls, only for the lion to dance back out of reach. Then he gave a little yowl when Melissa wrenched his ear. “Okay, okay, fine! I consent, or whatever. Max can touch my stuff again, and I can touch his.”

Max scrunched his muzzle. “Technically, I have to be the one to give you permission to touch mine. Which I do.” He ran soapy fingers through his mane, then glanced at Melissa. “How long did you want us to stay in the shower? Cause my pads are getting wrinkled.” The lion held up a hand, displaying his crinkled pink pads. “And you’re gonna run out of hot water eventually.”

“That’s a good point.” Melissa traced a circle through the sodden golden fur of Max’s chest. “As much as I’m enjoying seeing you boys all soaking wet and fondling each other, we should probably wrap up the shower.” She tilted her head towards the door. “Wanna head back to the family room? We can hang out and talk for a while.” She smirked. “Roaming hands optional.”

Tom turned another circle in the water. “Can I opt to get my clothes back when I’m dry?”

“Clever wordplay, but no.” Melissa shook her head. “Cheetah nudity is mandatory.”

The cheetah’s ears drooped. “Aw, damn it.” He switched places with Max so the lion could get a final rinse, as well. Their furred bodies brushed together, and Tom’s eyes wandered down Max’s body. “In that case, I think Professor Maxwell should stay naked, too.”

Melissa watched the two felines, her tail swaying. “I’ve heard worse ideas.” Her ears perked, and her eyes dropped to Max’s sheath and testicles. “You know, Best Lion. Wasn’t that long ago you struggled to work up the courage to show me just one of those things.” She waved at the lion’s testicles. In the hot water, they hung looser than usual. “Think you’ve brave enough now to spend the rest of the night totally naked?”

Max’s hands went still, his ears flat. “I, uh…” He slowly turned away, as if just now realizing his privates were displayed. “Could probably be talked into it extended nudity.”

The vixen laughed. “You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed. Tell you what.” Melissa fetched a solitary clean towel hanging from a nearby rack. “If you’re too uncomfortable later, you can put your clothes back on.” She laid the towel out on the floor. “I’ll go grab some fresh towels from the closest while you two finish rinsing off.”

By the time Melissa returned, the water was turned off and the felines were out of the tub. They looked especially bedraggled now. Their damp fur was slicked down against their slender bodies in some places yet stuck out at odd angles elsewhere. The lion and cheetah whispered and laughed together, only to be interrupted by the sudden arrival of the towels Melissa tossed over their heads.

“Ack!” Tom stumbled around, dripping water all over the bathroom tile.

Max calmly pulled the towel off his head, then readjusted his glasses. “You’re making a mess, Thomas.” He rubbed the towel against his fur at a vigorous pace. “At least stand next to me so you’re not leaving puddles everywhere.”

“But I’m blind!” Tom left his head covered. “I can’t see anything!” He stretched his arms out, feeling around. “I’m honing in on the location of…” His hands brushed Max’s fur. “A big, dorky nerd!”

Max stared at him, working the towel across his belly fur. “Yeah. I’m the nerd, right now.”

“Your glasses are like, a mile thick, so…” Tom pulled his towel down, then situated his own thinner glasses. “You’re always the nerd.”

“Whatever.” Max dried off his tail tuft. “You’re lucky we’re on a tile floor, or…” He playfully backhanded the cheetah’s fuzzy testicles. “I’d sack tap you for Milady Melissa.”

“Aww!” Tom hunched forward, gritting his teeth. “You just did, you dick!”

Max finished with his tail, and shifted to his mane. “I barely touched them.”

Tom growled, then slapped the lion’s golden-furred jewels. “And now I barely touched yours!”

“Oooph!” Max doubled over, eyes wide. “Ooooh! You actually…” He whimpered, holding himself in a hand. “Got my left one pretty good.”

“Oh my god, you guys.” Melissa leaned against the counter, laughing. “I gotta make you two go naked together more often. This is fun!”

Tom slowly straightened up, whispering to the lion. “Dude, she’s totally gonna masturbate to this later.”

Max forced himself back up, his ears still pinned. The lingering ache left his voice shaky. “Concur.”

Tom tilted his head, running the towel up and down his spotted belly. “I still don’t know what that means.”

“It means I agree.” Max licked his nose. “Do you suppose she heard an achievement chime tonight?” The lion waved his head. “Ding! Achievement unlocked: New Fetish.”

“Nah.” Tom grinned. “I think she was into it way before tonight.”

Melissa growled, narrowing her eyes. “Don’t start that fetish stuff again, or you’re both gonna get kneed.”

Max held his towel up like a flag of surrender. “I simply meant, you’d pleasure yourself to the sight of two naked felines.”

“Uh huh.” The vixen smirked. “I’ll grant you that at least. There’s a pretty good chance in the future that I’ll enjoy remembering tonight with one of my favorite toys.”

“Toys?” Tom ran his towel against his back. “You mean like, Transformers or something?”

“Yes, Tom.” Melissa rolled her eyes, tossing a hand up. “Girls masturbate with action figures.”

Tom blinked, the towel frozen. “Really?”

Max stared at the cheetah. “She means dildos, dummy. And vibrators.”

“Oh, right.” Tom resumed toweling off his fur. “I knew that.” He lowered his voice, nudging Max. “I didn’t know they made a Transformers brand vibrator, though. What kind of robot does it turn into?”

Melissa burst out laughing. “Okay, Tom, that’s a good joke. At least, I hope that was a joke. Otherwise, you’re hopeless.” The vixen turned away. She brushed her tail across the lion’s privates, earning a shuddering whimper. “Come on. You can sit on your towels while you’re still damp.”

Tom slipped past Max to follow her out of the bathroom, leaving the lion to bring up the rear. “Okay, so, real question. What do girls masturbate to?”

Melissa shrugged as she walked. “Same things as guys, but in reverse?”

“That doesn’t really narrow it down,” Max said, following the other two. “How about this? When’s the last time you masturbated to orgasm?” He glanced at Tom, fangs half-bared. “I don’t wanna hear about my wordiness.”

Tom shook his head. “I don’t care about that right now, Professor. I wanna hear her answer!”

Melissa settled down on the center cushion of the sofa. “You really wanna know?”

Max looked himself over, dabbing at rogue water droplets. “Yes, please!” He spread his towel across the sofa, then sat down alongside Melissa. “I’d love to know anything about your masturbatory habits.”

The vixen giggled, her ears perked. “I dunno, Max. ‘Masturbatory habits’ is pretty dorky, even for you. Kinda sounds like that night you went all ‘scientific query’ on me.”

Max shot the cheetah a warning glare. “Don’t weigh in on that one, either.”

Tom flopped down on the other side of the vixen, still half-wet. “Still way more interested in Melissa than your dictionary brain, dude.”

The geeky lion flashed Melissa an overly enthusiastic grin, all bared fangs and perked ears. “Besides, my query worked, didn’t it?” His tufted tail thumped against the couch. “I do recall experiencing my first ejaculation in a girl’s hand, that particularly fine evening.”

Melissa’s giggle grew into a fit of laughter. “Oh my god, you’re such a dork.” She kissed Max’s cheek. “I can’t decide if I should shove your geeky muzzle between my legs, or just knee you in the balls for being such a nerd.”

“I’ve already resigned myself to the knowledge that to earn the first one, I must experience the second.” Max put a hand over his heart. “I shall bravely endure milady’s trials, to earn her sweet reward.”

“Holy fuck, dude!” Tom put his hands over his ears. “I was trying to be nice, but oh my god! If I’d had a boner right now, you’d have already killed it.”

Max stuck his tongue out. “You’re just envious I’m going to get a close-up view of Melissa’s pussy tonight.” He glanced at her. “I hope it’s not too chauvinistic of me to say that.”

“You’re fine.” Melissa whispered into his ear, her muzzle brushing its edges. “If you’re really a good little geek, you might end up with something in my muzzle this weekend, too.” Max’s jaw dropped. The young lion’s eyes glazed over as he struggled to parse the implications therein. Any second now, Melissa expected to see gouts of cartoon steam gushing out his ears. “Feel free to brag about that later.”

Tom stared at them, his eyes nearly as wide as Max’s. “Dude! You’re so lucky! Of course I’m envious!” He crossed his arms, his spotted tail twitching. “Melissa, I dunno if you actually wanna answer our questions, but hearing a girl talk about getting herself off would help wash The Professor’s thesaurus out of my brain.”

“I’m happy to answer. Last time I masturbated was two nights ago.” Melissa slouched down. “I was lying in bed…” She pressed a hand against her crotch, faintly outlining the cleft of her sex against her thin pajama bottoms. “Playing with my clit.” She worked a few fingers in a lazy circle. “Like that.”

“Oh wow…” Tom stared at her fingers, muzzle agape. An inch of tapered red flesh soon protruded from his sheath again. “Now I know what I’m gonna be masturbating too, next time.”

Max adjusted his glasses, his sun-colored hands trembling slightly. “And, on that topic…” He flicked his tufted tail. Max’s eyes were locked on the vixen’s hand, his own tip also peeking free. “Dare I ask what you were thinking about?”

“Your sister’s pussy.” Melissa licked her muzzle, then paused, her ears splayed. “I mean, a picture of your sister’s pussy.” Then she blinked. “No, wait-”

“Damn it, Melissa!” Max looked away, folding his arms. “That’s not funny!”

“Hah!” Tom pointed to the lion’s genitals. “Max is getting a boner for his sister!”

“I am not!” Max growled, refusing to meet anyone’s gaze. “That’s just for Melissa.”

The vixen couldn’t help but laugh, holding her hands up. “Sorry, Max! As soon as I said that, I realized it sounded insulting, and-”

“The implied insult wasn’t the problem.” Max thumped his tail tuft again. “How’d you like it if I told you I was masturbating to a picture of Adam’s dick?”

Melissa scrunched her muzzle. “Adam sent you dick pics? I thought he only sent those to Sarah. I didn’t realize you guys were that into each other.”

“No!” Max tossed his hands up. “He didn’t! And we’re not! But it’s the principal. I don’t wanna hear about you masturbating to pictures of my sister’s…” He scowled. “Well, anything.”

“Then I have bad news for you, Maxy Kitten.” Melissa squeezed Max’s shoulder, as if comforting a bereaved friend. “Your sister and I have done a lot more than look at pictures of each other.”

Max splayed his ears. “I know, it’s just…” He sighed, his shoulders slumping. “It’s not that I care. I told you before, I’m…” Maxwell licked his nose. “Okay with us all being fucked up together. And I know you’re more into Sarah than me. That’s okay, too.”

“I wouldn’t say more.” Melissa leaned against the lion, resting her muzzle between his ears. “I’d say, equally.”

“Well, that’s…” Max swallowed, stroking Melissa’s forearm. “News to me, actually. Great news, even.” The lion chuckled. “It’s just that I was just really getting into that story, and then bam!” He slapped a hand against the sofa. “You smacked me in the face with Sarah’s pussy.”

Tom erupted into mewling cheetah giggles. “Dude, do you even hear yourself?”

Max’s ears went flat. “That did not come out the way I intended.”

The cheetah leaned forward. “That’s what-”

“That’s what she said!” Max laughed, ignoring Tom’s angry look.

“Oh, god,” Melissa said, rolling her eyes. “You know, Max, if it makes you feel better? I’m pretty sure Sarah’s also masturbated to my brother’s-”

“Believe it or not,” Max said, holding up a hand. “Hearing anecdotes about my sister’s masturbation practices does not, in fact, make me feel better.”

“Okay, that’s fair.” Melissa tugged her phone out of her pocket, quickly scrolling through her photos. “Here. I bet this will, though.” She opened a picture, and passed the phone to Max. “Better?”

Max took the device in both hands, gasping. “Is that…” He glanced at Melissa’s crotch. “Your…” He looked back at the phone. “Oh my god, it is.”

Melissa nestled up against him, sliding a hand down between his legs. “Yup. That’s exactly what it is.” She rubbed his sheath in slow motions. “Not like you haven’t seen my pussy before, though.”

“J-just the one time…” Max shivered, resting his head against Melissa’s shoulder. His eyes remained locked on the photo, even as his tapered feline maleness quickly slipped free. “And not this displayed.”

With her other hand, Melissa pointed to the photo. “That’s my clit. That’s what I play with when I masturbate. I kinda rub it like this…” She rolled her fingers in a circle against the base of lion’s sheath. “And faster, and faster, until I’m gonna cum.”

“You keep that up, and I’m gonna cum.” Max between the photo, and Melissa’s crotch.

Melissa laughed, tracing a single fingertip up the lion’s growing erection. “You weren’t kidding about getting hard again quicker than canines.” Max’s cock twitched under her touch, soon fully hard and jutting up against his golden belly fur. She ran her finger back down to his balls, then traced the left one, ruffling the damp fur. “You really are ready to go again.”

Max nodded, sheepish. “I don’t usually get fully aroused again quite that quick, but I also don’t normally have photographs like that to look at.”

“Maybe we should fix that, then.” She took the phone back, closing the photo before Tom could steal a glance. “How about I let you take pics of my pussy, this weekend?”

Max sat up straighter, his ears up. “Really?”

“As long as you keep it to yourself.” Melissa opened her camera app. “But I want pictures of your stuff, too. Deal?”

The lion licked his muzzle. “Okay.”

Melissa held the phone near the lion’s privates, framing his crimson erection and golden-furred balls. She snapped a few pictures, then gave his ear a grateful lick. “Thanks, Kitten Marbles. I want sheathed shots later, too.”

Maxwell grunted at the nickname, but did not complain. “That’s fine. Maybe…” His eyes roamed her body. “We could pose nude for each other.”

“Ooh, that would be brave of you.” The vixen growled at him, a playful, yet enthusiastic sound. “I’d like that.” Then she pivoted to Tom. “Can I get pictures of yours, too?” She tapped the cheetah’s nose with a finger. “I’m not offering you pictures of me, though. At least, not yet.”

“Figures.” Tom grunted, flattening his ears. He glanced down at himself, nodding. “Go ahead.”

“Thanks, Spots.” Melissa took a few photographs of the cheetah’s half-unsheathed maleness and testicles, then tucked her phone away. “I’ll get more later when you two are dry. Alright, Tom.” She set her hand on the cheetah’s thigh, dragging her fingers through the spotted beige fur. “Your turn. When’s the last time you masturbated? How’d you do it, and what were you thinking about?”

“Well…” Tom shivered, his furry balls tightening. “Last night, when I was getting ready for bed. I dunno why, but I started thinking about that time you were rubbing me with your foot, in gym.”

“Oh yeah?” Melissa danced her fingers up to the cheetah’s testicles, then brushed her touch across them, shifting the fuzzy spheres slightly. “Bet you didn’t think I was gonna revisit that tonight.”

Tom shook his head, staring at the vixen’s black-furred fingers teasing his privates. “Not at all! But I got a boner thinking about it, so…” He shrugged, his spotted tail flicking. “I took my boxers off, sat down on the bed, and…yanno.” Tom grasped his own half-unsheathed member and gave it a slow stroke to demonstrate. “Jerked off. Imagined you were the one doing it. Or…” The cheetah swallowed. “Watching me.”

“That’s fun.” Melissa pressed herself against the smaller feline, growling into his ear. “You want me to watch you jerk off, sometime?”

“M-maybe…” Tom chewed his lip, his ears splayed.

“Naughty little cheetah.” Melissa nuzzled him, her voice still a husky growl. “Did you finish? How long did it take?”

“Yeah, I came in my hand.” Tom nodded, his breath shuddering. “It didn’t take very long.” The cheetah glanced away. “Like a minute or two. And I got it all over my belly fur.”

“Wait.” Max peered at Tom around the vixen. “You sat down to jerk off?”

Tom shrugged. “Yeah.” He pumped himself, coaxing more tapered feline flesh out into the open. “Don’t you?”

“No.” Max scrunched his face. “I lay down, first. Especially if I’m already in bed.”

Tom tilted his head. “You don’t do it sitting down?”

Max looked at his own erection, as if contemplating the mechanics of masturbation. “I mean, sure, if I’m sitting at the computer, or on the sofa. But if I’m bed, I lay down to do it.”

“That’s weird.” Tom chittered feline laughter. “It’s supposed to slide out and stand up, dude. Not lay against your stomach.”

Max blinked. “That has literally nothing to do with its function. Otherwise, how would people ever have sex laying down?”

“Huh.” Tom swiveled a single ear backwards. “I guess I have done it on my belly, before. When I wanna hump a pillow.”

Max gaped at him. “You humped a pillow?”

“Yeah, dude.” Tom idly stroked himself. “Not one of my main pillows. A spare pillow! And I wash it.”

“Does…” Max adjusted his glasses. “That actually work?”

“Totally!” Tom flashed the lion a toothy grin, his ears perked. “You know how like, sometimes you get a boner that just won’t go away? I’ll go to my room, climb on my bed, tug down my boxers, and rub myself against a pillow. It gets me off even faster than stroking it!”

Max smirked, tufted tail flicking against the sofa. “You’re a cheetah. You always get off fast.”

“Shut up!” Tom snarled. “You came just as fast as I did tonight!”

“You’re felines,” Melissa said, giggling. “You’re both quick to finish.” She grasped Max’s balls, curling her fingers around the golden-furred jewels. “What about you, Maxy Kitten? When’s the last time you indulged in some masturbatory practices?”

“Two nights ago.” Max ran his hand against her forearm, ruffling her fur. “I was lying in bed, trying to sleep, and…” He peered down at his own erection. “It decided to come out to play. So I just started doing this.” Max pumped his cock a few times. “Which reminded me of how good your hand felt around it, and…” He worked his hand faster, panting. “Before long, I was already ejaculating before I was ready. I got it on my blanket, and everything.”

“And that’s why I do it sitting down.” Tom toyed with his own balls, rolling one around between his fingers. “It doesn’t get all over my comforter so easily.”

“Usually, I pull the blankets down first.” Max released himself, resting his hand on Melissa’s. “I just got carried away.”

“It can surprise you guys like that?” The vixen emulated Tom, isolating a single lion ball between her thumb and finger. It bulged out against it’s golden-furred enclosure.

“Yeah,” Max said. “Sometimes when we’re rubbing it, it just suddenly happens.”

“Fascinating.” Melissa glanced between the two felines. “Speaking of which.” She held Max’s ball in place, curiously rubbing it with a few fingers from her other hand. “Don’t ever tell anyone I said this, but I think guy’s balls are fascinating, too.”

Maxwell grinned, feigning an especially solemn nod. “Your secret is safe with me, Milady.” He caressed her hands.

“Hey, Professor.” Tom poked his tongue out. “I guess she finally found a way to be entertained by our balls besides kicking them.”

Max adjusted his glasses. “Laws of probability dictate it had to happen eventually.”

“Oh, you two are hilarious.” Melissa rolled her eyes. “And besides. While I already know you’re going to take this the wrong way, the vulnerability of a set of testicles is a big part of what makes them so fascinating.”

Tom blinked, his head tilted and ears swiveled back. “You and Max must be spending way too much time together, because you’re starting to talk like him.”

Melissa scrunched her muzzle. “That did sort of sound like Max, didn’t it.”

Max gave himself another slow stroke. “There’s nothing wrong with speaking in an intellectual manner.”

“Doesn’t mean she has to talk like a dictionary.” Tom tugged his feline cock out away from his body. “Too much professor talk’s gonna make me lose my boner.”

Max peered at the cheetah. “And talking like a hillbilly’s gonna keep you hard?” He shifted his voice into an exaggerated accent. “Gee, Bubba, sure is funny how them nards boys got hangin’ down there is so easy to hurt.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s the stuff.” Tom faked much more enthusiastic masturbation. “Talk dumb to me, Professor, you’re gonna make me cum!”

The vixen burst out laughing, releasing Max’s testicles. “Oh my god, no.” She shook her head. “Just no. Both of you.”

The two felines laughed with her. Max crinkled up his nose. “That’s about all I could manage, anyway. It hurt my brain just to talk that way.”

“Yeah, well,” Tom said. “The way you normally talk hurts my brain.” He glanced down at himself. The cheetah’s testicles hung loosely, the left one slightly below its twin. “Do you really think they’re fascinating?”

“Absolutely.” Melissa reached between Tom’s legs to cradle the cheetah’s fuzzy marbles. “Balls are pretty cool, honestly.” She shot Max a dangerous look. “Again, don’t tell anyone I said that, unless you want to get yours kneed through the roof.”

Max swallowed, cupping himself. “N-not particularly.” He leaned against Melissa’s body, soon relaxing. “What makes them so fascinating to you, though?”

“Like I said, their vulnerability is a big part of it.” Melissa rolled the cheetah’s testicles around in her ebon fingers. The slightly rounded feline jewels shifted inside their fuzzy prison. “It’s why kneeing a guy in the balls is so enthralling. Seeing the look on his face, watching him crumple? The way the pain makes him squirm and roll around? To someone who doesn’t have those things, the reactions are captivating, almost mysterious.”

“That makes sense,” Max said. “Do you find them interesting for any reasons beyond pain, though?”

Melissa nodded, smiling. “Oh, for sure. Like how alien they look.”

“Alien?” Max flattened his ears. “That’s not an especially sexy descriptor.”

“I guess not.” Melissa laughed, lifting Tom’s balls. “But just look at them.” She released the cheetah’s testicles, and they dropped back into place, bobbling about. “They just hang there. They’re unlike anything girls have. They kinda look like they’re just spare parts.”

Max giggled at that descriptor. “I suppose they would look quite foreign to a female perspective.” He turned to sit sideways, facing Melissa and wrapping his arms around her middle. The lion’s erection jutted between them like a tiny red barrier between species. “Sorry if that bumps you.”

“I don’t mind.” Melissa patted his head. “You can let these wander now, if you want.”

“I can?” Max’s fingers slipped under Melissa’s shirt, ruffling her belly fur. “How far are they allowed to journey?”

“As far as they want.” Melissa lifted her shirt, ever so slightly. “They can even pull things up or down. Just remember, if my tits or pussy show themselves, Tom’s gonna see too.”

Tom stared with wide eyes. “Oh, please let Tom see.”

Max growled at the cheetah, a playful yet threatening sound that sent a shiver down Melissa’s spine. “No way, Tom! She said no one else gets to see her naked till I have!” Max glanced at Melissa, softening his voice. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to objectify you.”

Melissa licked the lion’s ear, an especially tender gesture. “I appreciate that. But it’s okay, right now. We’re just playing around. Besides, I like it when you growl at him.”

Max leaned into her affection. “You do?”

“Yeah.” Melissa kissed his blunt leonine snout. “There’s this little aggressive side to you coming out, tonight. I like hearing you all growly.” She whispered into the lion’s ear. “You can growl at me too, if you want. Tell me where you want your hands to go.”

“I want…” Max trailed off. He licked his muzzle, then tried again, a delightfully harsh growl in his voice now. “I want to feel your tits!”

Melissa’s fingers twined through Max’s, her heartbeat accelerating. “Then put your hands up my shirt. Or do you want me to take it off?”

Tom pressed his hands together. “Oh please, oh please, oh please.”

Max glanced at the cheetah. A dangerous grin crept across his muzzle. “Not yet.”

“Oh, come on, dude.” Tom crossed his arms, huffing. “Melissa’s practically offering to flash me!”

Melissa merely shrugged. “Only if Max wants you to see them, too.”

The lion pushed a hand up beneath Melissa’s shirt. “Nah, Tom doesn’t get to see them until I have. But he can watch where my hands go.”

Melissa murmured as Max’s hand slid up her belly, ruffling her fur. The lion’s fingers soon brushed her breast. Then warmth enclosed it as Max gently grasped her tit, palm pad against her nipple. Melissa whimpered, heat flooding her as Max caressed her breast. The vixen rose onto her knees, turning to face Tom, her tail enveloping Max’s erection.

Max followed her lead, rising up onto his knees behind her. Then he scooted forward, pressing up against Melissa’s back. The vixen’s bushy tail ended up between the lion’s naked legs. Max’s golden-furred balls rested atop Melissa’s tail, his penis firmly against the small of her back. The lion eased his second hand up under Melissa’s shirt to cup the other breast. The motion tugged her shirt up far enough to leave Max’s cock buried in warm, soft fur.

The vixen tilted her head back to kiss the lion, wiggling against his hardness. Max pressed his muzzle to hers, parting it. Melissa did the same, and their tongues danced. She cradled Max’s head, rubbing his ear. The lion’s hands explored her breasts, gently squeezing, feeling, caressing. His pads glided across her nipples, a tantalizing, delightful sort of friction. Melissa moaned into their kiss, laying a hand over his to encourage him. She arched into the lion’s body, the firmness of his cock insistent against her lower back.

It occurred to Melissa that if she bent forward, and tugged her pajamas down, they’d probably both lose their virginity. While they made out, Melissa imagined Max grasping her hips and hesitantly sliding into her from behind. Then she envisioned his thrusts rocking her up against the arm of the couch. Or more accurately, against Tom. Tempting a thought as it was, Melissa wasn’t quite ready to go that far.

Melissa leaned forward anyway, her tail lifting Max’s balls. The lion responded by lifting his hips, grinding his erection into the silken fur just above her tail. Melissa wondered if he was having the same thoughts she was. One of his hands left her breasts, wandering lower. Melissa lifted her hips, encouraging him to explore her most private of places. She may as well let the lion’s fingers find her pussy before his muzzle did.

Max took the invitation, and pushed his hand down into Melissa’s pajamas. She gasped as the warmth of his fingers roamed over her mound, then sank lower, across the cleft of her sex. Melissa’s hand followed Max’s, guiding the lion’s touch. Though Max was surely eager to explore her increasingly wet, heated folds, Melissa had a more selfish desire to have her clit played with.

At her direction, Max’s index and middle fingers brushed the vixen’s swollen, sensitive nub. The sudden sensation of another’s heated touch against her clit left Melissa trembling. She whimpered, pressing into his touch as he explored her button. Max’s fingers swirled as if mimicking the dancing of their tongues. She stroked his hand, urging him on. He rolled his fingers in a circle, and the vixen’s pleasure swelled with every motion, and panted breath.

Melissa broke the kiss, her voice a fervent whisper. “Y-yeah! Circles! Like that. Good.”

Max nodded, too breathless to answer. He rolled her clit in slow, lazy circles, massaging her breast with similar motions. At the same time, he huddled against her back, grinding and half-thrusting his feline cock. With their kiss ended, Max used his muzzle in other ways. The lion showered her with affection and increasingly playful aggression. Max licked her muzzle, nipped at her, and kissed the thick fur of her neck. Finally, as if acting on some ancient instinct, Max gently bit the scruff of Melissa’s neck.

That was new. Not even Sarah had ever bitten Melissa’s neck, before. Melissa stiffened. She sucked in a breath, eyes wide. Max stilled, likely wondering if he’d gone too far. Before Melissa could think better of it, she pushed her neck against the lion’s muzzle, whimpering.

“Harder!”

Max obliged, in every way. His grip tightened against her breast, caressing it firmly. At the same time, the lion’s fingers worked faster, rubbing her clit in achingly delightful whirls. If only she had a toy in herself, Melissa thought, she might have cum then and there.

And then Max truly bit down into the scruff of her neck, more than enough to make it hurt. Under other circumstances, Melissa might have cried out, might have told him not to be so rough. But under these circumstances, with her tit in Max’s hand, and her clit lavished with delightful circling strokes, Melissa melted. She moaned, her head lolling. Max met her moan with a snarl. It was a primal, feral sort of sound she’d scarcely imagined him capable of. The vixen shuddered, yet Max’s sharp teeth held her fast, the way his ancestors once pinned their own mates.

Now that was an image, Melissa thought. In reality, Max was an adorable little dork who’d lose a fist fight with a punching bag. But in that moment, biting her neck and growling into her ear, Max was a great predator. In the vixen’s mind, Max was a snarling lion, an ancestral foe claiming what was his. Melissa whimpered, trembling in his grasp, her pleasure skyrocketing.

Tom watched with wide eyes, and gaping muzzle. The cheetah openly masturbated, stroking himself swift and hard. Tom’s fuzzy feline balls bounced around beneath his hand. Their eyes met, and Tom looked somehow terrified and exhilarated at the same time. It was as if the cheetah was unsure if they’d allowed him to remain on purpose, or if they’d be angry with him for intruding.

Max growled again, tilting his head into the bite. The movement twisted Melissa’s scruff, an entirely new and nearly paralytic sensation. She gasped, whimpered, and again Max snarled. The lion leaned forward, his erection a rigid feline pillar against her lower back. In her mind’s eye, Max was now a warrior, an ancestral predator, and for the first time in all her life, Melissa was but the prey. Any moment now, the lion would bend his helpless prey over, and fuck her in front of the cheetah. Then he’d…he’d…

Melissa cried out as she came, her orgasm sudden, strong, and overwhelming. Her mind went blank. She writhed against the lion, reaching back to grasp his head, not wanting his teeth to leave her neck. Melissa squeezed his hand with hers, even as she bucked against it. Waves of delight washed through her, wetting Max’s fingers. Her blissful squirming left her grinding against the lion’s cock, her body wriggling against the trapped organ.

All at once, it jumped against her. In the back of her mind, Melissa knew what that meant. But in her imagination, she was in the middle of being fucked by a snarling lion warrior, so of course he was going to cum. With his teeth in her neck, Max’s own blissful peak arrived as a trembling roar muffled only by the vixen’s scruff. He hunched over her, instinctively riding out his own eruptive release with swift, short little feline thrusts, his tufted tail lashing the sofa. Bursts of liquid heat spilled across her fur.

Only when her surging ecstasy ebbed away did Melissa relax. She eased her hand away from Max’s head, and removed the other from within her pants. Melissa panted, scarcely able to catch her breath. Her heart thundered. She licked her muzzle, glanced back at Max, then looked down at his own hand, still hidden in her pajamas.

“Holy…” Melissa leaned her head back against the lion. “Shit…”

“Did…” Max rested his muzzle between her ears. “Did you just…?”

Melissa nodded, a slow, sheepish gesture. “I did. Hard. And so did you.”

“Y-yeah.” Max laughed, nuzzling her ears. “Sorry about that.”

“That’s okay.” Melissa stroked his arm. “You didn’t get it on the sofa, did you?”

“I don’t think so. Just all over our fur.” Max eased back to look down between them. He swallowed. “And your clothes.”

“That’s okay,” Melissa said, chuckling. “Clothes and fur are easier to wash than the sofa.” She rubbed her neck, half-expecting to find blood matting her fur. There wasn’t any, but her scruff ached in a strangely satisfying way. “You really got into that biting thing.”

“It wasn’t too much, was it?” Max withdrew his hand, leaving her sex feeling cold without its presence. The lion nuzzled her cheek. “I didn’t bite you too hard?”

Melissa shook her head. “Not even close. That, uh…” She looked away. “That’s kinda what made me cum, I think. No one’s ever done that to me before.”

“I don’t even know why I thought to try that.” Max licked one of her ears. “It just felt right, I guess?”

“It damn sure did,” Melissa said, giggling. “I liked the way you snarled, too. It made me think of you as some ancient warrior, bending over your prey.” Melissa shivered, her fur bristling.

“Really?” Max pressed his muzzle to her ear, growling. “Like that?”

Melissa closed her eyes, savoring the sound. “Mhm. It was even better than when you got all growly with Tom.” She smirked at the cheetah.

Tom swallowed hard, still quite erect. “You’re not mad at me for watching, are you?”

Melissa shook her head. “Nah. We never told you to leave, so that wouldn’t be fair. Besides, we just sort of…”

“Got carried away,” Max said, snuggling her.

“Exactly.” Melissa nodded, glancing down at the cheetah’s erection. “Enjoyed the show, huh?”

“Oh god yeah.” Tom stared down himself. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I had to stop so I wouldn’t…well…” He patted the couch cushion. “Get it all over.”

“Thanks, for that.” Melissa traced a finger over Tom’s cock. Her pads bumped across the tiny little nubs of his barbs, making him whimper. Tom’s golden-beige balls tightened up. “I suppose we could help you finish, too. But…” An exciting idea formed in her mind. “In return, we get to spank you.” She slapped her palm. “Maybe even with a ping pong paddle.”

“S-spank me?” Tom gave a nervous mewl.

“I did tell you I wanted to spank that cheetah butt, right?” She glanced back at Max. “Wanna help?”

“That, um…” Max adjusted his glasses. “That does sound fun. And, you did get a free show, Thomas. Consider this your payment.” He nosed at Melissa’s ear, growling into it. “I’ll spank the cheetah for you, Milday.”

The vixen shuddered, then laughed and pushed Max’s head away. “No fair abusing your newfound power.”

“Yeah, professor.” Tom glared at the lion. “Don’t encourage her.”

“Oh, he’s not putting any ideas in my head that aren’t already there.” Melissa rubbed one of the cheetah’s ears. “You can say no, if you’d rather just jerk off. Max and I will go hang out in my room. But, if you do let us spank you…” She glanced at the lion. “I bet Max will help get you off, too.”

Max nodded, sheepish. “I wouldn’t mind touching him again.”

“It’s your choice, Tom.” Melissa smoothed down the cheetah’s fur. “You wanna masturbate, or you want the two of us to help you cum?”

Tom glanced between them, his ears lifting. “The second one?”

“Good!” Melissa extricated herself from between the felines, then stood up alongside the sofa. “Let me get cleaned up, first.” She smirked at the lion. “I know you just got out of the shower, but you may as well come with me.”

Max gaped at her, barely able to string words together. “Shower? With you? Now?”

“Unless you’d rather wait till I’m finished.” Melissa grasped his hands, coaxing him to his feet.

Tom leaned forward to Max’s arm as the lion rose. “Hey, dude. Did you hear the ding?”

Max tilted his head. “What ding?”

“You know…” A grin spread over the cheetah’s muzzle. “The achievement sound!” He waved his hand as if illustrating a pop-up banner. “Achievement Unlocked: Made a girl cum.”

“Oh!” Max fidgeted with his glasses. “Totally heard it.”

Melissa groaned, rolling her eyes. “Sometimes I wonder why I like you so much.”

“Admit it!” Tom batted at Max’s tail as the lion walked past him. “That one was clever.”

Melissa shrugged. “Alright, it wasn’t bad. But I guess that means Max is about to hear another ding.”

Max padded after her, squeezing her hand. “I am?”

“Achievement unlocked!” Melissa paused, then dramatically flourished her hand. “Saw a girl naked.”

Tom sighed, leaning his head back against the couch. “So lucky.”

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