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Sally stood in the living room, staring at the family Christmas tree. Lights of every hue decorated it in shimmering swirls of color. A few presents already sat beneath its green boughs, some neatly wrapped with paper and bows, others in artsy gift bags with snowmen and reindeer. Light snow fell outside, lightly dusting the windows behind the tree. Sally’s older brother Max wandered around, adding ornaments to the highest boughs.

The two lions had the house to themselves while the rest of their family was out shopping. Gift collaboration was part of their usual holiday routine. Every year, Sally’s parents went shopping with each sibling in turn. Sally’s older sister Sarah went first to help pick things out for Sally and Max. Then the middle and youngest siblings did the same for Sarah, and each other. It was also tradition that whoever wasn’t shopping worked to decorate parts of the house. Which part got decorated was never decided upon until the shoppers left, to serve as a surprise upon their return.

This year, Sally wanted to decorate the tree. It was always one of her favorite parts of the season. Last Christmas, she tried to get her older brother Max to help her decorate it, but he’d proven to be quite the grinch. Max had managed only the minimum of work, hanging a few ornaments upon the lowest branches. Sally thought if she roped him into the traditional surprise decorations ceremony, she might be able to get him to do a little more work.

What Sally hadn’t expected was for Max to get such a head start. By the time Sally had taken a morning shower, and finished her video editing project, Max had the top portion of the tree fully decorated. Sally imagined he must have started the moment their family left for the day’s festive consumerism. Even now the older lion was still placing things on branches. Sally smiled and took a picture of the older lion hanging an ornament from the already-beautiful tree. It was nice to see him actually getting into the holiday spirit this year, even if photographic evidence would be required to prove it.

The older lion was even wearing a Christmas-themed hoodie. It had an image of a snowman laying on its side in front of a gingerbread house. Strings of Christmas lights encircled the snowman. When the hoodie was zipped up, it looked as if someone had simply decorated a snowmen that fell over and froze solid in the cold. But today, Max wore it unzipped, which made it look as if someone had garroted the snowman with a string of lights, ripping his head off.

Sally rolled her eyes, walking towards the tree. “Someone murdered your snowman, Max.”

“I know, right?” Max glanced down. “Isn’t it cool? I even wore a red shirt under it so it kinda looks like blood.”

The younger lioness glanced at Max’s t-shirt. It was Christmas themed as well, though Sally could make out little more than streamers of red tinsel encircling a tree. With the hoodie on either side, the tinsel indeed looked like streamers of glittery blood stretching from the snowman’s head to his body. He’d matched it with a pair of decidedly un-festive, and particularly worn out jeans. Why boys liked to wear their clothes until they fell apart, Sally would never know.

“You know, Max,” Sally said. “It’s okay to throw your old clothes away. Or donate them.”

Max glanced down at his jeans. “Whatever. I like these.”

“They’re literally falling apart.” Sally pointed to the frayed ends around his golden-furred feet.

“Are not.” Max hung a lioness angel up on a high bough. “Are you gonna help?”

“In a minute.” Sally took a picture of the ragged part of Max’s jeans. “I’m texting this to Sarah.” She spoke as she typed. “Max needs new jeans for Christmas.”

The older lion grunted, flattening his ears as he turned back to the ornament box. “Better she buys them than you, I guess. You’d buy some joke pants with a bullseye over my testicles.”

Sally burst into giggles. “Oh, my god, I just made that joke to Melissa the other day. But you know, that’s actually a good idea!” She sent Sarah another text, speaking this one aloud just to make Max uncomfortable. “Let’s find pants for Max, with a bullseye between the legs.”

Max grimaced, picking another decoration out of the box. “If you find those, I am not wearing them.”

“I dunno…” Sally set her phone down on the arm of the sofa. “I bet you’d wear them for Melissa.”

The older lion gulped audibly as he turned back to the tree. His tufted tail flicked. “I would not.” He added a Santa sitting atop a giant present to another upper bough. “Anyway, as I was trying to say, there’s nothing wrong with my jeans. We can’t all wear pajamas all day, every day.”

Sally knew he was trying to change the subject, but allowed him to get away with it. “Not every day. Just on days when I’m not going anywhere, and it’s cold out.” Sally adjusted her sweater. “And in the evenings. I like them. They’re cozy.”

“And I like my jeans.” Max returned to the plastic bin to look for another item to hang. “So, case closed, mystery solved.”

Sally scrunched her muzzle. She ignored her brother, glancing down at herself. The lioness wore a cheery green Christmas sweater, with paired candy canes crisscrossing the front. Silver bells decorated its sleeves. She also wore a pair of warm, purple-hued pajamas, from her favorite TV show. A black lion skull in a Santa hat marked them in repeating patterns. Her gold-furred toes peeked out from beneath them.

“Besides,” Sally said, gesturing at her pajamas. “These aren’t just any pajamas. They’re the Holiday Huntress line!”

“Of course they are.” Max glanced over at her. “I’m starting to think whole show was just conceived to sell some corporation’s merchandise line. Oh, wait.” The lion retrieved a small, crystalline reindeer. “That’s because it was.”

“Oh, hilarious, Max!” Sally rolled her eyes. She tugged on her pants, adjusting the fit slightly. “I’ve never heard that before. Other than from you, every time I mention the Mighty Huntress.”

Max took the reindeer to the tree. “Given the way you’re fidgeting with those things, they must not be very well manufactured, either.” He smirked, adjusting his glasses. “They giving you a girl wedgie?”

“A girl wedgie?” Sally blinked at him in confusion. “What’s a girl wedgie?”

The older lion laughed as he placed the decoration on the tree. “Think about it.”

Sally did just that, then gasped when it came to her. Her eyes widened, and her ears went back. “Gross, Max! My pajamas are not giving me a girl wedgie! Besides, that’s not what they call it when that happens, dummy.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Max laughed to himself as he sought another ornament. “As much as you want everything to be Christmas themed, I guess you’d call it a reindeer knuckle, right?”

“I would not!” Sally put her hands on her hips. “And my pajamas do not give me one, anyway. And don’t you even think about peeking down there to check!”

“Oh, please.” Max dug through the box. “Like I’d want to. Besides, you’ve literally peeked at my testicles, you little pervert.”

Sally only giggled again at that reminder. “Yeah, and you were so embarrassed. It was hilarious!” She tilted her head. “Besides, that was different. I was collecting intel on my favorite targets.”

Max winced, still digging around in the crate. “Whatever. Like you wouldn’t be just as embarrassed if I saw your boobs.” He snorted. “Or your vagina.” Max glanced over. “Not that I have any interest in-”

“If you even think yanking down my pajamas,” Sally said, glaring at him. “I will kick you so hard, no one will ever see your nards again! You’ll have a…” She waved at his crotch. “Permanent reindeer knuckle.”

The lion finally pulled a glittering, blue glass sphere out of the box. “I was literally just trying to explain that I don’t want to see your stuff. Despite the fact that you…” Max jabbed a finger into her arm with his free hand. “Found it incredibly humorous to expose my left testicle, and examine it like a science project.”

“Ow!” Sally grunted, rubbing her arm. “That’s because it was funny! Both how silly it looked, and how embarrassed you got when I saw it.”

“I’m just saying…” Max carried the sphere to the tree. “It’s hardly fair that it’s not a big deal for you to do that to me…” He placed it on an empty spot, well above Sally’s head. “But you imply I’d be a pervert if I did the same to you!”

“Duh, Maxwell.” Sally folded her arms, smirking at him. Her tufted tail flicked twice. “That’s because girls are innocent, and boys are pervs. That’s just how it works.”

“Whatever.” Max stepped back from the tree, inspecting his handiwork. “I’ve heard the way your friend Alyssa talks. Girls can definitely be perverts too.”

Sally giggled, moving to the ornament crate. “Alyssa’s a special case. She doesn’t count.” She searched through the ornaments, looking for some of her favorites. “Kinda surprised you didn’t try to use Melissa as your example. Considering some of the stuff I’ve heard from her.” She glanced up. “About you.”

Max scratched at his patchwork mane. “I would, uh…” He ran his fingers through the thick, reddish fur. “Never imply Melissa to be anything other than a perfect angel.”

Sally burst into far more raucous laughter. “Even I know Melissa’s anything but that. But that’s probably smart, if you don’t want her to squash your fuzzy grapes. Cause I’d totally tell her if her called her a pervert.”

The older lion nervously adjusted his glasses. “I’m not sure I like how much you and Melissa talk to each other-”

“Just because you’re…” Sally made air quotes. “Doing stuff with her.” She returned to looking through the remaining ornaments. “Doesn’t mean I can’t be friends with her too.”

“I meant talking to her about me,” Max said. “You don’t have to tell her every painful or humiliating thing you do to me.”

“Yes, I do!” Sally looked up again, beaming. “Melissa loves hearing about that stuff!”

Max’s muzzle twisted up. “I’ve noticed.”

Sally moved piles of ornaments around. She didn’t see any of her favorites. “Max, did you already hang my Lion Santa on a rocket?” She shifted a few more around. “What about my green crystal Christmas tree? Or that tiny stuffed toy lioness with the tinfoil halo that grandma got me?”

“I dunno…” The older lion went back to the tree, looking it over. “I may have hung some of yours. I was on a roll, you know? As the old expression harkens, you snooze, you lose.”

“Harkens?” Sally turned towards the tree, rolling her eyes. “Okay, Professor. Well, if you hung some of my ornaments, you’d better harken to get them back down, so I can hang them.”

“That’s not how harken works.” Max pulled his phone out of his jeans pocket, making a show of checking the time. “And boy, I dunno. I’ve been working all morning while you’ve been flashing Alyssa on video chat, or whatever.”

Sally growled at him, balling up her fists. “I wasn’t flashing Alyssa! I was editing a video!” She looked up at the tree, spotting a bevy of familiar ornaments hung from the highest boughs. “Hey! Did you hang all my ornaments?”

“Did I?” Max glanced up at the top of the tree. All the branches that were just out of Sally’s reach were covered in her favorite ornaments. Even her newest Mighty Huntress decorations were already placed well out of her reach. “I guess I did.”

“That’s not my funny, Max!” Sally stretched an arm up over her head, her fingers just barely brushing the bottom of an ornament. “I can’t even reach them to get them down!”

“Well, last year, you did make a big deal about how I only hung things off the lowest branches.” Max reached up above her, moving a Mighty Huntress themed decoration to an even higher bough. “So, I figured you wanted me to decorate where you couldn’t reach this year.”

“Not with my ornaments!” Sally stomped her bare foot.

“Don’t worry,” Max said, waving at another box. “I left you most of the ones mom usually makes me hang.”

“I don’t wanna hang your dumb ornaments, Max!” Sally stomped again.

The older lion grinned at her, lifting his voice into a mocking imitation of his younger sister. “Don’t be such a Grinch, Sally. You’re a real Scrooge this year.” He laughed to himself, looking back at his phone again. “Hang them, or don’t. I don’t care.”

“Yeah, well…” Sally stepped towards him, fed up with his stupid prank and his teasing. “I bet you care about these ornaments!”

Max’s eyes went wide when she realized what she had in mind. His hands dropped towards his crotch, but by then, it was too late. Quickly as she could, Sally kicked her older brother right in the balls. The young lioness’s bare foot rocketed up between Max’s legs. Her golden-furred toes buried themselves directly in the older lion’s testicles, colliding with a loud smack! The impact forced Max’s balls up into his body, pushing them out towards the sides of Sally’s foot in a vain attempt to escape their punishment. They both faintly presented themselves against the faded denim of Max’s jeans, one more noticeably than the other. A rubbery crunch against the top of Sally’s foot told her she’d really nailed one of them well, that time.

“OOOOOOOOOH!” Max doubled over in an instant, grabbing his crotch in both hands. His blue eyes popped out behind his thick glasses, and his muzzle gaped wide. His ears went flat, and he stumbled back a few paces. Then he hung that way, hunched over and clutching himself. The rest of his face slowly twisted up in anguish, his knees wobbling, tail sticking straight out behind him. “My balls! Oh, god…” His whole frame shuddered. “My balls!”

Sally erupted into victorious, feline giggles. There was nothing she loved more than showing her big brother who was boss with a good kick in the nuts. She threw her arms up her head, pumping her fists. “Yes! Bullseye! I totally felt your trouble-maker crunch!” She hopped in place. “That’s what you get, you big jerk!”

Max’s legs gave out, and he sagged onto his knees with a low, pitiful groan. “Oooohhhhhh! My freakin’ balls!”

“I know, I know, your balls.” Sally swiftly fetched her phone, taking a few pictures. “Happy Nutcracker Season, Max! These are gonna put me back on top of the leaderboard!”

“Not…” Max’s voice was little more than a pained squeak. He slowly crumpled forward, until his muzzle was pressed to the floor. “Funny!”

“Agree to disagree!” Sally took a few more pictures. Then she quickly texted them out to her sister Sarah, her vixen friend Melissa, and her bunny friend Alyssa. “Guess who’s about to know you just got kicked in the nuts again!”

Max only gave a trembling groan, rolling over onto his side. He curled up into a tight ball of male feline anguish, his scrunched-up muzzle nearly brushing his knees. The agonized grimace on his face left his fangs bared as he squirmed in place, tail twitching, body trembling. Sally took a few more pictures, then switched her camera to video and started recording.

As Max rocked back and forth, Sally filmed him, narrating to the camera. “How it looks when you help your brother celebrate Nutcracker Season.”

“Awwww!” Max rolled around, his legs shaking around his hands, his whole face now a crumpled mask of purely boys-only pain behind his glasses. “My testicles! Oh, god, my testicles hurt so much!”

Sally giggled, still filming him. After a few moments passed, she turned the camera to herself, smiling at it. “When your brother’s boy-bells are ringing nicely for the holidays!” Then she turned the camera back on Max, once more recording his pained writhing.

“That’s not…” Max’s voice remained comically high, his eyes crossed behind his glasses. “How memes work!”

The younger lioness just snorted. “You keep pissing me off during Nutcracker Season, and it might be your balls that don’t work, before long.” She turned the camera back towards herself. “Oh, and for the leaderboard, it was a kick.” She aimed her phone at her feet, wiggling her toes. “Barefoot. Right in the Maxwell Marbles.”

Her phone buzzed. The first replies were from her friend Alyssa. At first, they consisted entirely of a wide assortment of laughing emojis. Then there were a few thumbs up emojis, followed by a few boots and shoes. Just when Sally could tease her friend about her emoticon abuse, another reply showed up from the bunny. This one was a picture. It depicted a younger, gray-furred rabbit in a red coat, curled up in the snow and clutching his groin. His eyes were half rolled back, but the otherwise scrunched up look on his lapine muzzle was all too familiar.

“Oh my god,” Sally said, laughing. She quickly texted her back. You got Douglas too?

*****

A Few Minutes Earlier…

Snow crunched beneath Alyssa’s winter boots. The rabbit circled her nearly completed snowperson. She’d been working on it all morning, along with her younger brother Douglas. It was the first good snowfall of the season, and both bunnies were eager to enjoy it. They were dressed in padded winter coats. In Aylssa’s case, she also wore warm sweatpants beneath her jeans. Snow now dusted her long ears, and her coat. It clung to her pants. Alyssa brushed snow from her ears again. Despite their fur, they were half numb, but she didn’t mind. She was focused on finishing the snow sculpture.

For the most part, the rabbit siblings had cooperated, which was rare for them. They’d worked together to roll the giant snowballs, and to stack them atop one another. They took turns working to sculpt something that vaguely resembled a bunny’s face. They cut off the sleeves of fan old long-sleeved shirt, tied them off and filled them with snow to serve as the rabbit’s ears. Now, with their work nearly done, Alyssa was just about to thank her younger brother for his help.

Only for Douglas to stick another large carrot into the bottom sphere. “Hah, carrot wiener!”

“Damn it, Doug.” Alyssa put her hands on her hips. “I already told you, no carrot wieners and no coal balls.”

Doug glanced at his sister, then shrugged. “Yeah, okay. It doesn’t look right, yet.”

The younger bunny crouched down, gathering up fresh snow from the ground. Alyssa watched him, her eyes narrowed. She didn’t know what he meant by ‘yet’, but it was probably going to annoy her even more. If only there was a little more snow, Alyssa thought. Then she could bury the little brat in it and leave him there till spring. After all, their ancestors hibernated, right? Surely he could do the same. Aylssa blinked. Or had they hibernated? She really needed to pay more attention in Evolutionary History class.

Douglas turned back towards the snowman, packing snow all around the carrot jutting from its crotch. Soon, just the orange tip peeked out from the white enclosure. Doug stood back up, giggling to himself. “There, now it’s got a sheath!”

“Oh, my god.” Alyssa put a snow-chilled hand against her face. “How are we even related?”

“We aren’t,” Doug said, packing a bit more snow onto the snowbunny’s sheath. “Mom told me you’re adopted.”

Alyssa rolled her eyes. Somedays, she’d almost believe it. Where her fur was mostly snowy white, dappled with tortoiseshell calico patterns, Doug’s was mostly light gray. His ears were on the shorter side, for a rabbit, while Alyssa’s were longer. She was taller than her younger brother, and less wiry. The truth was, of course, that Alyssa took after her mother and grandmother, while Douglas resembled their father. Despite that, Aylssa could easily imagine that at least one of them was adopted, given how frequently Douglas managed to rub her the wrong way.

“Will you take that off?” Alyssa waved at the snowrabbit’s fake genitals.

“No way!” Doug shook his head. “It’s a work of art.” He glanced at it, grinning. “Mine’s bigger, though.”

“Hardly…” Alyssa crouched down. She held her finger and thumb about an inch apart next to the snow-wrapped carrot. “Yours is more like this. And that’s when it’s un-sheathed.”

Douglas glared at her, his ears back. “Is not! Besides, how would you know?”

Just when Alyssa was about to retort, her phone buzzed. She pulled it out of her jeans pocket, and saw notifications from Sally. “Just a minute, dork. We’ll discuss your poor taste in sweatpants in a minute. I’ve got messages from someone more important than you.”

“Whatever.” Doug started packing a snowball. “I’m gonna give our snowbunny balls, too.”

“Of course you are,” Alyssa said, rolling her eyes.

The rabbit pulled up her friend’s messages. She was quickly greeted with pictures of Maxwell, Sally’s nerdy older brother, in various embarrassing positions, clutching his privates and making silly faces. Alyssa scrolled through them, giggling harder with each new hilarious photograph. From the looks of it, Sally had gotten her brother good. She responded to each photo with a string of her favorite emojis.

“What are you cackling about?” Doug stood up, dusting his hands off.

Alyssa glanced up, a wicked idea forming in her brain. “This!”

The rabbit stepped forward, and swiftly kneed her little brother in the balls. Alyssa jammed her knee up between the younger bunny’s legs as hard as she could. Her knee wedged itself between Doug’s thighs, mashing both rabbit testicles and lifting him to his toes. Doug gave a startled, high-pitched squeal, his eyes bugging out over his short, lapine muzzle. As soon as Alyssa dropped her knee out, Doug crumpled to the snowy ground. He curled up, eyes rolling back, wheezing and squeaking, unable even to moan at first.

“Happy Nutcracker Season, dork!” Alyssa snapped a picture of her fallen brother. “Hope I got ‘em both!”

Doug writhed in the snow, flopping back and forth. “Aaaaah!” He flopped back and forth, his voice higher than ever. “Y-you did! Aaaaahh! My nards! My nards!”

“You look like a meth-head who needs a fix, trying to make a snow angel.” Alyssa sent the picture off to Sally.

You got Douglas too? Sally’s message was quickly followed by a trio of laughing emojis, and another text. Great job! Tell him I said Happy Nutcracker Season, and I hope his little bunny bells are ringing!

“Sally says, she hopes your little bunny bells are ringing!” Alyssa grinned, turning on her camera to record video her brother’s desperate wriggling. The bunny couldn’t imagine what it must feel like for a boy to get his testicles kicked, and that was how she liked it. The more alien and hard to understand their pain was, the more fun it was to inflict on them, after all. “And she also ways happy nutcracker season!”

“Screw you both!” Douglas curled up on his side, his whole body shaking, a few tears wetting the snow-dappled fur of his muzzle. “Oooh, my nards!” Another shudder wracked him, lifting his voice even higher. “Oh, god, my naaards!”

“You wish Sally was into you.” Alyssa nudged Douglas over onto his back, then put her snow boot against his hands, stepping on him. “Now, my hands are getting cold…” She leaned forward, adding pressure that made him groan. “So I’m gonna go in and warm them up. And when I come back out…” She pointed towards the snowbunny. “If that thing still has a sheath and balls?” She ground her boot into her brother’s hands, mashing them into his privates. “You won’t! Got it?”

“Got it!” Doug’s voice was little more than an agonized squeak.

“Good!” Alyssa took a picture of her boot pressed between her brother’s legs, then lifted her foot. She turned away, tucking her phone back into her pocket. “I’m gonna go have hot chocolate. And as soon as I’m done, I’ll be back to inspect your work.”

Alyssa turned towards the house, grinning. She paused outside the back door, and sent Sally another text. It’s funny knowing Doug and Max are both hurting down there, right now. We should time it and see who’s down longer!

The bunny waited a few minutes for her friend to reply. Behind her, Doug rolled around on the snow, moaning. The younger bunny squirmed and whimpered, both hands buried between his legs. He turned over onto his belly, his muzzle in the snow. His hind end waved back and forth as he rubbed his legs together. His snow-dusted tail twitched. Then he flopped onto his side again, soon ending up on his back.

“Ooooooooh!” Doug drew his knees up, and draped an arm over his face. “My nards! Ooooh, god, my nards!”

Alyssa happily giggled to herself, watching the enthralling show. It really was amazing just how truly overwhelming it was for a boy just to take a swift knee to the family jewels. Any time Alyssa put her knee up between Doug’s legs, her younger brother inevitably spent a good twenty minutes or more rolling around, groaning and making silly faces. Alyssa was ever so thankful her best friend Sally taught her how to do that to boys.

Her phone beeped. Alyssa checked it, and found that Sally had sent her a reply, via voice message. Alyssa hit play, and held the phone to her ear.

“Great idea! But wouldn’t be a fair comparison right now…” Behind Sally’s voice, there was a familiar, pained cry. “Because I’ve been doing this to Max’s left one!”

A picture soon arrived. In it, Max’s jeans were unbuttoned, and Sally’s golden-furred hand was firmly squeezing a tell-tale, oval-shaped bulge in Max’s boxers. Alyssa gasped at the intimate, yet hilarious sight. She and Sally had pinched Doug’s nuts through his pajamas a few times, but the lion’s leftie was noticeably bigger. Alyssa stared at it for a long time, laughing. She wondered just how much worse Max’s left nugget was gonna get it, today.

Alyssa sent Sally a simple reply.

Nutcracker Season – It’s the best time of the year.

She went to open the door, but then paused. She glanced back at her brother. Douglas had curled up into a ball, whimpering in the snow. She tilted her head, wondering just how far ahead Sally was pulling on the leaderboard. If Sally was already adding a squeeze, then surely, Alyssa, she’d better do the same. She tromped back through the snow, straight towards her younger brother. Soon, Alyssa stood over the younger rabbit, her snow-crusted boots perilously near his crotch.

“You know, Douglas,” Alyssa said, rubbing her hands together. “My hands are awfully cold. You know what I think would help warm them up?”

Douglas looked up at her, his ears back. “H-hot chocolate?”

“Oh, I’m definitely getting hot chocolate. But first, I thought, I should warm my fingers up another way…” She leaned forward, a wicked grin on her white-furred muzzle. She pressed her thumb and finger together in front of Douglas’s face. “By pinching a bunny bean!”

“No!” Douglas nearly shrieked in sudden panic. He curled up tightly, his muzzle nearly on his knees, his fluffy, snow-dusted tail trembling behind him. “Don’t you frickin’ dare!”

“I dare, Douglas!” Alyssa cackled as she grabbed for her brother’s hands. “I definitely dare!”

The younger bunny squirmed, trying to fight free of his sister. But between his smaller size, and the lingering pain of being kneed in the balls, Doug proved no match for Alyssa. Before long, she’d pried his hands away from his crotch, and worked her hand between his legs. The younger rabbit kept squirming and wriggling, but the more he moved, the further her fingers drew towards his most private possessions.

Soon, Alyssa’s hand reached Douglas’s crotch. She put her knee against him, half-holding him down while she felt around for her prize. With both jeans and sweatpants on, it proved more difficult than usual to find a bunny nut. Finally, Alyssa started repeatedly grabbing at the whole area. On her fourth attempt, she finally felt the familiar, rubbery-grape firmness of a testicle. Before it could get away, Alyssa seized it, trapping it between her thumb and two fingers.

Alyssa pinched the younger bunny’s nut as hard as she could. Douglas shrieked, his back arching, his legs kicking. He curled around her hand, her fingers trapped between his writhing legs. Alyssa didn’t let up, she just kept pinching the trapped testicle. Through several layers of clothing, it was difficult to tell if it was compressing at all, but Doug certainly didn’t seem to be enjoying it.

“Aaaaaahh!” The younger rabbit burst into fresh tears, squirming in the snow. His whole face contorted, twisting into the same familiar mask of boys-only pain it always did when she pinched one of his beans. “My nard! My naaard!”

“You know the drill, Douglas!” Alyssa grimaced, her fingers aching. “Tell me which little jingle bell I got this time!”

“My right one!” Doug squirmed harder, his voice little more than a high-pitched squeal. “My right nard! Aaaah! Aaaaaahh!”

“Oooh, the rightie, huh?” Alyssa ground it in her fingers. With her free hand, she took her phone out of her pocket, and opened up her camera app. Then she quickly snapped a picture of her hand wedged between Douglas’s legs. “There! That’ll help me keep up with Sally.”

“AAH!” Douglas twisted helplessly, trying to roll away from her. Alyssa leaned more weight onto her knee against his hip to keep him in place. “My nard! Oh, god, my nard, let go, let go!”

Alyssa rolled her eyes as she rode out his failed attempts to free himself. “In a minute. God, boys are so dramatic about their nards.” She switched her phone to video, and then started recording. “Now, tell all the Kickball Sisterhood viewers what I’m doing to you right now.”

“She’s squeezing my right nard!” Douglas squirmed in place, his ears flat. Tears ran down the gray fur of his cheek. “It’s going flat!”

Alyssa giggled at that. “Oh, it is not. It just feels like it.” She smirked. “Or so I assume, since girls don’t have them. “Douglas, tell everyone Happy Nutcracker Season! And remind them to go jingle a boy’s bells today!”

“Happy…” Douglas wriggled again, crying out. “Ah! Aaah! Happy Nutcracker Season!”

“And the rest of it?” Alyssa ground the younger rabbit’s ball firmly between her thumb and fingers. “You want me to let go, or not?”

“AAAH!” Doug took a deep, shaking breath, then screamed it all out at once. “Go jingle a boy’s bells today!”

Alyssa giggled, finally releasing her brother’s trapped testicle. “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Douglas curled up with a low, anguished groan. He clutched himself in both hands again, frantically rocking back and forth. “Awwwwwwhhh! My nard, my nard! It aches so much!”

Alyssa stood back up, filming the younger rabbit roll around as if he was on fire. “How’re your jingle bells, Douglas? They ringing nicely, now?”

“Uhhhhhhh!” Doug’s only answer was another guttural groan. He thrashed in the snow, eyes half rolled back. Snow clung to his muzzle were he’d been drooling a little. “Uhhhh!”

“I’ll take that as a yes!” Alyssa continued to film his squirming, rolling antics. “Ah, the many festive joys of Nutcracker season.” She giggled to herself, then sharpened her tone. “And don’t forget, Doug. You better have that snowbunny fixed by the time I finish my hot chocolate. Which won’t be long!”

“Awwwwww! B-but, Alyssa…” Douglas curled up, whimpering. “My balls still hurt! They’re gonna ache for-

“I don’t care how long your dumb little gumdrops are gonna ache for!” Alyssa kicked some snow at him. “If that snowbunny’s not neutered when I return, then I’m gonna neuter you!”

With that, Alyssa headed for the house. As she walked away from her brother, she turned the camera on herself, and smiled. “See you on the leaderboard, everyone!”

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