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To Seize Control

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“Damn it, Max!” Sally stomped her barefoot against the living room floor. “I thought I told you to take my ornaments down while I ate lunch!”

The little lioness glanced up at the family Christmas tree. All her favorite ornaments adorned the topmost branches, where she couldn’t reach them. Her older brother had put them there as a prank early that morning. Now, it was just past noon, and Max still hadn’t taken them back down so that Sally could decorate the tree to her liking. Sally growled, pivoting back to her brother.

“And I thought I told you to get a damn step-ladder!” Maxwell sat on the sofa, his arms crossed over his gory, Christmas themed hoodie replete with bloody, mangled snowman. The older lion narrowed his eyes behind his glasses. “You kicked me in the nuts again, this morning. I’m not gonna help you with anything!”

Sally stepped closer to her brother, glaring right back at him. “I’m serious, Max! You put them up there, so you can help me get them down. And then, you can help me decorate the tree properly, before Mom and Sarah get home.”

Max lashed his tufted tail against the sofa. “No way. Just get a chair and do it yourself.” He glanced at a text message on his phone, laying on the cushion nearby. “I’m gonna go play video games with Adam, until Grandma’s presents get here.”

“The hell you are!” Sally stood just before the older lion, her own tail flicking. “You’re gonna help me…” The little lioness put her hands on her hips, a smirk on her muzzle. She glanced towards her brother’s frayed jeans. “Or your balls are gonna get it!”

“My balls already got it!” Max quickly covered himself up with both hands. “And they’re still sore! I’m not helping you with anything, you Grinchy little bratty bitch-kitten!”

Sally gasped, her ears shooting up. “I am not a Grinch! And I thought I told you to stop calling me that, Professor Maxwell!”

Max only hissed at her. “Bratty bitch-kitten, bratty bitch-kitten, bratty bitch-kitten!”

“That’s it!” Sally hissed right back. “I’m gonna put your left nut in a nutcracker!”

The older lion’s ears went flat. He pulled his knees up to his chest, his voice quavering. “D-don’t you even think about it!” After a moment, a bit of angry defiance returned. “Besides, you’re the biggest nutcracker there is!”

Sally snarled at him. “Very funny, Max!” Then, a devious idea popped into her head. “You know what? You’re right, Professor!” Sally’s smirk returned. “I don’t need to find a nutcracker, or figure out how to shove your nard into it.” Sally leaned over her brother, pinching her thumb and finger together in front of his muzzle. “I got a nutcracker right here!”

“No!” Max curled up into a protective ball atop the sofa. “Don’t you dare!”

“Oh, I dare, Maxwell!” Sally pulled her phone out, and set it nearby. “I definitely dare!” The lioness opened the camera app. “Might as well make this official!” Sally tapped the screen, recording video. “Hi, everyone!” She waved for the camera. “Your favorite Mighty Huntress, here! And I’m about to squeeze the crap out of my big brother’s left nut!”

“Stop it, Sally!” Max’s voice rose, panic quickly mixing with his defiant anger. His eyes darted from his sister to her phone and back again. “Turn that off, and leave my left testicle alone!”

“Would you rather I squeeze your right one?” Sally returned to the sofa, grabbing at her brother’s knees to try and pry them open. Excitement swelled in her voice. “Cause one of them’s gonna get squeezed!”

The older lion rolled away from her, onto his belly. He kept both hands beneath himself, cradling his privates, his legs pulled up. “I’d rather you get lost!” Fear slowly overtook the defiance in his tone. “C’mon, Sally, you already got my nuts today!”

“I sure did,” Sally said, glancing over her shoulder to smile at the camera. “And now I’m gonna get them again!” She switched strategies, grabbing Max’s ankles to try and pull his legs out from under his body. “You may as well just roll over and let me squeeze one!” She grunted, pulling harder, muzzle scrunched in effort. “Otherwise, I’m gonna punish them twice as bad!”

“Stop it!” Max struggled to stay curled up, even as he started sliding across the cushions. “My balls don’t need to be punished! Who are you, the freakin’ Krampus Kitten?”

Sally laughed. “Oooh, I like that! The Krampus Kitten, punishing boys’ balls, every Nutcracker Season!” She shifted strategies again, intent on pulling her brother off the sofa. “Last chance to surrender and let me squeeze one!”

Max wriggled, trying to kick Sally’s hands away. “I’m not letting you grab my ball, Sally!”

“Fine, then I’ll just pull you off!” She dug her heels in, dragging his feet and shins off the cushion.

“You wanna pull me off?” Max grabbed at the sofa arm with one hand, still covering his crotch with the other. “Gross, Sally, I’m your brother!”

“Ew, Max!” Sally hissed, ears pinned. “That’s not what I meant and you know it, you pervert!”

“You’re the one who wants to grab my testicles!” Max pushed at her with his legs again, but without any real leverage, he was unable to dislodge his younger sister’s grip.

“Squeeze!” Sally yanked harder, several times in succession. “Squeeze your testicles!” With each pull, Max slide a little further off the sofa. “And now I’m gonna kick your balls again, too!”

Sally squeezed Max’s ankles, stepping backwards, pulling with all her might. Max finally lost his grip on the sofa arm. His chest bumped down, and his face mashed into the sofa cushion. Sally yanked on his legs one more time, and Max flopped off the sofa, onto the floor. Instinctively, he braced himself with his hands to keep from smashing his head into the carpet. Which left Max in a wheelbarrow position, with his hands against the floor, and his feet in Sally’s hands. Max’s pose left his geeky feline testicles vaguely silhouetted against his jeans, just beneath his rump.

Sally wasted no time. She snapped her foot forward as hard as she could, aiming directly beneath the older lion’s butt. Sally’s bare, golden-furred foot crashed into the geeky lion’s testicles from behind, crunching them up against his body. Max gave an agonized yowl, his blue eyes going cross behind his off-kilter glasses. His hands immediately flew right back to his crotch, dropping his face back to the floor.

“Awwwwwwhhh!” Max’s anguished moan was half-muffled by the carpet. “My balls!”

“See?” Sally released his feet, laughing. “Told you they’d get kicked. You shoulda just let me grab one.” Then she turned towards the camera, beaming. “I just jingled my brother’s bells. I bet they’re really ringing, now!”

“Ooooohhhhh!” Max curled up on his side, cradling himself. Tears ran down the fur of his cheeks. A few of them stained his glasses. “My testicles! Ooooh, God, my testicles!”

“And now…” Sally held her hand up in front of her phone. “It’s time to play…” She slowly pinched her thumb and a few fingers together. “Nutcracker!”

“No!” Max’s voice was a plaintive whimper. The latest kick to his leonine privates had temporarily extinguished his defiant fire. In its place, there was only painful, humiliating defeat. “Please, no squeezing!”

“Awww…” Sally gave a mock coo, patting her big brother’s head. “Poor Professor’s really feeling the Nutcracker Season spirit, huh? Guess you should have listened. Maybe next time…” Sally shoved the older lion over onto his back. “You’ll just do what I say.”

With his strength sapped by pain, Max put up little resistance as Sally rolled him over. His whole face was crumpled behind his glasses, a comical mask of pain Sally was never going to understand. Tears still ran down his fur. Before Max could try and wriggle away, Sally plopped herself down against the older lion’s chest. Max grunted as she sat on him, her tail draped across his shoulder, his arms on either side of her.

“There, that’s better!” Sally glanced back, sticking her tongue out. “Ready to play our favorite game, Max? Remember how much fun we had the first time we played it? When you finally admitted that your little sister owns your left testicle forever?”

Max glared up at her, his tearful eyes aglow with anger and embarrassment. “That’s not what happened!”

Sally giggled, thumping her tail against his cheek. “Was too! You were all…” Sally circled her finger and thumb around her eye, feigning a monocle. “I do say, I hereby deed ownership of my leftmost testicle gonad, to the youngest most of my sisters, forever more! To do with as she pleases, no matter how painful it may be to my most troublemaking of family jewels!”

The older lion summoned enough rebellious strength to growl between sniffles. “I don’t talk like that! And that’s not what I said!”

“Close enough!” Sally turned her attention back towards Max’s crotch, still covered by his hands. “I’m pretty sure you said…” She raised her voice, imitating his pain-heightened tone. “My little sister owns my left testicle forever!”

Max whined, turning his head away. “Only to get you to stop squeezing it!”

Sally gasped, putting a hand to her chest. “You mean, you’d lie to your beloved little sister?” She clucked her tongue, shaking her head. “That makes Krampus Kitten sad! And when Krampus Kitten gets sad, balls get hurt!” Sally slapped at his hands.

Max’s whimpers grew more desperate. “C-come on, Sally! You already mashed my testicles twice today!”

“Testicles, testicles,” Sally said, in a sing-song voice. It was always funny to the young lioness when her brother resorted to the semi-scientific words for them. “Max has two mashed testicles!” She reached for his hands, prying at his protective fingers. “You know, Max, since we’re home alone, maybe I’ll just keep mashing them. I wonder how many times I could get you in a day?”

“N-no!” Max squirmed beneath her, fear rising anew in his voice. “I’ll help you with the tree, I’ll help with the decorations! I’ll say whatever dumb thing you want!”

“Oh, now you want to cooperate with Krampus Kitten?” Sally bent two fingers of Max’s left hand backwards until the pain forced him to lift it. “We’ll worry about the tree later. What I want right now, is to squeeze your left ball!”

As soon as one hand was out of the way, Sally held it tightly. She fought to keep it away from his groin. The lioness shot her other hand between Max’s legs, trying to get her fingers between his to corral a testicle. Despite Sally’s claim to the older lion’s left ball, she’d happily punish the other one instead if it presented itself. Her pads brushed something smooth and oval shaped inside Max’s jeans, but it shifted away. He squirmed and struggled beneath her, trying to keep his balls under guard against her invading fingers. Sally laughed all the while, excitement building her belly. There was little the young lioness found more exhilarating than the moments shortly before she had a testicle trapped in her grasp.

The siblings battled over the fate of Max’s balls for long moments, but neither could gain ground. Max couldn’t free his hand from Sally’s, but neither could Sally snatch one of Max’s jumbo marbles. She managed to pry his second hand away, but before she could try to grab at his crotch, Max shifted his leg. His jeans tightened across his groin, allowing the stiff denim to shield his balls.

Sally flattened her ears. It was definitely harder to get ahold of a testicle through his jeans than when he was in pajamas. Previously, Sally distracted him by undoing his pants, then grabbing for his balls when Max panicked and zipped back up. Maybe this time, Sally thought, she should just go under his jeans. After all, she’d already seen and felt a bare ball. There wasn’t much reason not to play dirty, right?

The lion grabbed the waistband of Max’s jeans. She undid the button, then yanked down the zipper. The top of Max’s pants fell open, revealing festive green boxers, adorned with red ribbon markings. Max cried out in panicked embarrassment, wriggling harder beneath her. He grabbed for Sally’s wrist, but by then it was too late. Sally burrowed her hand inside, between his jeans and his underwear.

Sally’s fingers brushed across something soft, and cylindrical. Max tensed up as her pads slid over his hidden sheath. Sally giggled at the feel of something so private to her brother, left so helpless and exposed beneath her fingers. A taboo excitement coiled in the lioness’s belly. She’d never actually touched a sheath, before. She felt it for a moment, curious, and all too happy to further humiliate her brother.

Max grasped at her arm. “Stop that, Sally!”

The young lioness had more important targets in mind, anyway. She pushed her hand further into his pants, feeling her way down his sheath. Her heart pounded in devious glee when she felt the familiar, rounded-oval shapes of Max’s testicles. Both of them were nestled just beneath his sheath, shifting under her touch. Sally went straight for the slightly larger one on the left side, gathering it into her hand and trapping it between her thumb and fingers.

“Got it!” Sally gave the captive orb a firm squeeze.

“Awwwwwwh!” Max howled anew, his back arching beneath her. “My left ball!”

“I know, I know!” Sally giggled again, squeezing tighter. “Krampus Kitten’s got your left one, and she’s gonna make it hurt!”

“Aaaaahhh! Let go!” Max desperately scrabbled at Sally’s hand, but it did him little good. Now, his jeans were protecting Sally’s hand, rather than denying it access. “Aaaah! Please, Sally! Let go!”

“No.” Sally smirked at her brother over her shoulder, squeezing his egg. “I’m gonna use your nard like a yuletide stress ball until I think you’ve learned your lesson.”

Max groaned and squirmed beneath her. His twisted up so completely Sally half-expected his muzzle to implode any second. Tears ran freely from behind his glasses. “I learned it! I learned it!” Max struggled to dislodge his sister’s grip. “I’m sorry I put your dumb ornaments up so high!”

“You say you learned your lesson,” Sally said, slapping at Max’s hands. “And yet, you still called them dumb! Which tells me…” She swatted her tufted tail against his face, knocking his glasses further askew. “You haven’t learned anything!”

“I’ll help you get them down!” Max turned his head away from her tail. “I swear!”

“Yeah, you will. And you’ll help me put them wherever I want.” Sally squeezed tighter, trying to make the thing compress in her grasp. Max cried out, thrashing around. Sally’s knuckles pressed against the inside of Max’s jeans as his ball shifted slightly within her grip. The zipper of his pants caught the fur, pinching at the back of her hand. Sally winced. “Ow! Your dumb jeans are in the way.” Sally eased the pressure, looking back again. “I think we’re gonna play a game, Max.”

Max whimpered, his ears flat. “Oh, no. Not again…” He gulped, lifting his trembling hands in surrender. “I’ll say whatever dumb thing you want, just don’t squeeze it in both hands this time!”

“Aww, but it was so much fun seeing how flat I could make it go!” Sally gave a throaty purr. The memory of squashing her brother’s silly nugget in both hands sent a wave of fresh excitement through her. She offered Max the most innocent smile she could manage. “No promises on that, but I was thinking of a different game. This time…” Sally playfully rolled Max’s testicle back and forth, feeling the strange, rubbery jewel shifting about. It felt so alien to the young lioness. “You’re gonna do whatever I say, and you’re gonna let me hurt this one until I think it’s had enough. Or…” She tightened her grip again until Max whined. “Not only will I squash it anyway, but when I’m done with it…” She felt around against his jeans with her free hand until she brushed the hidden firmness of the older lion’s other testicle. “I’ll get this one even worse!” Sally sharply rapped it with her knuckles, bouncing it in his clothing.

“AWWWWH!” Max curled against her, knees drawn up, his head off the ground. “You just did!”

Sally giggled, thumping her knuckles into the same spot a few more times, trying to get Max’s right ball again. Only on the third attempt did she finally get another yowl from him. His body jerked beneath her, but Sally kept hold of Max’s other testicle despite his writhing. “Your jeans are really in the way.” She squeezed it harder again, till her brother’s pained cries grew nice and high pitched. “So what’s it gonna be, Maxwell? You want one ball to go through this, or both balls?”

“N-neither!” Max’s voice rose higher still as he squirmed, working his arms around her to grab at her wrist. “Aaaah! Stop! Stop! Aaah!”

“That’s not an option.” Sally clamped her fingers around the older lion’s left nut like a vice grip.

“AAAAHH!” Max shrieked again, grasping at her hips and frantically writhing. “My baaaall!” He tried to shove her off, but pain had long since weakened him.

Sally hunkered down against him. “The more you try and stop me, the worse they’re both gonna get it! You’re gonna wish I’d used a nutcracker instead of my hands!” She pressed her fingers against his jeans, feeling around till she found the other feline nard again. She tapped it a few times with a single finger. “You want this one to get pinched, too?”

“No!” Max shook his head, tears running down his snout. “No, leave my right testicle alone!”

“I told you I would, Max.” Sally swished her tail, batting it playfully against her brother’s ear. “If you do as you’re told, and let Krampus Kitten punish the left one.” She rolled her eyes, her ears splayed. “Honestly, Max, if you’d just said ‘okay’ it would probably be almost over already. Of course, for that matter…” Sally looked up at the tree, so laden with her favorite ornaments, yet all so far out of her reach. “If you hadn’t tried to prank me and spoil my favorite traditions? I probably wouldn’t have even kicked you today. Let alone…” She pumped her fist around his ball. “This.”

“Ah! Ah! Ahhh!” Max gave a little yelping cry each time her grip tightened anew. “Ah! My ball! Aaah!”

Sally kept squeezing in short bursts. “You like that, Max? Should I do that to the right one, too? I could squeeze it for hours…”

“No! No!” The lion’s face scrunched further, fangs bared. “Leave the right one alone! I’ll do whatever you want!”

An exhilarating sense of power settled over Sally. It was incredibly empowering to find a way to seize control of her once-bullying older brother. Hearing Max admit he’d do whatever she told him made Sally feel like the villainess in her favorite TV show, the Mighty Huntress. She was conquering and punishing her enemies, in her own delightfully wicked ways.

“Good boy, Maxwell!” Sally patted Max’s thigh. “Now, I’m gonna go get my phone.” She looked back at him, narrowing her eyes. “You can curl up and cradle your dumb nards for a minute. But if you don’t let me sit on you and get ahold of your left one again when I say so? They’re both gonna be in big, big, trouble. Got it?”

Max whimpered, his ears low. The older lion slowly nodded. “G-got it.”

“You’d better.” Sally released her grip, and pulled her hand out of Max’s jeans. She slowly stood up, and pressed a bare foot into her brother’s groin. Sally stepped on Maxwell’s sheath through his unzipped pants. “I could get you so good right now.”

“H-hey!” Max reached for her foot, then froze. His hands trembled in the air, as if the older lion was uncertain if grabbing her foot would violate their painful deal. “Stepping on me wasn’t part of it!”

Sally twisted her foot back and forth. Max’s sheath was like a funny little squishy tube beneath her toes. He whined and wriggled in discomfort. “Pretty sure your sheath wasn’t part of the deal, anyway.”

“C-come on, Sally!” Max’s face scrunched up again as he curled around her foot. “Ow! OW!”

“Did you know Melissa has spanked Adam’s sheath, before?” Sally ground her foot in a slow circle. Her brother’s sheath flattened out slightly beneath her toes. “I should do that to yours!”

Max only whined, his jaws trembling. “Oww! OW! My sheath!” He grasped at her foot, though he dared not try to remove it. “Cut it out!”

Sally rolled her eyes, grinding her foot in a few more circles. The flattened tube shifted slightly beneath her weight. “Boys are such wimps.” She stepped off of him and turned away, waving dismissively. “You can hold your stuff.”

Max immediately curled up, grabbing his private parts in both hands. He rolled onto his side, his whole body shaking. He rocked back and forth, moaning to himself. “Awwhh! My testicles! Oooh, my poor testicles!”

The younger lioness walked to the table where she’d set her still-recording phone. She stood in front of it, beaming. “And that,” she said, dramatically planting her fists on her hips in imitation of an anime victory pose. “Is how you show your big brother who’s boss. Just grab…” She lifted a hand, and made a fist in front of the camera. “And squeeze! And don’t stop squeezing till they’ll do anything you say. Right, Maxwell?”

Her brother’s only answer was an anguished groan. “Uhhhhh!” Max writhed around until he ended up on his belly. His face was pressed into the carpet, his rump hiked up. His tufted tail was half-curled over his back in an awkward, defeated position. “Awwww! My aching testicles!”

Sally turned towards her brother. “You know, seeing you in that position just makes me wanna kick you from behind again.”

The older lion frantically shook his head against the floor, glasses bobbling on his muzzle. “N-no! Come on, Sally, I already said I’d do what you say.”

The young lioness smirked, her tail swishing. “You did, yeah. So let’s test that.” Sally pointed to the camera. “Tell the viewers what I did to you. And which nard I did it to.”

Max whined, his ears flat. “Sally squeezed my left testicle.”

Sally flourished her hand. “In detail, Max. And call me your little sister. I gotta make a good video, here.”

The older lion groaned. He slumped over onto his side again, looking up at Sally’s phone. “My little sister kicked me in the balls! Then she sat on me, shoved her hand into my jeans, and squeezed the crap out of my left testicle!”

Sally bounced on her toes with a devious, mewling giggle. “I sure did! Now tell them what you’re gonna let me do next.”

Somehow, Max’s ears got flatter still. He looked away, too humiliated to even make eye contact with a camera. “I’m gonna let you sit on me, and squeeze my left testicle even more.”

“That’s right!” Sally spun back towards her phone, smiling. “See girls? Squeeze their balls long enough, and they’ll do anything you say.” Then her eyes widened. “Ooh, that’s a good one for the video. Max, say what I just said.”

A flicker of defiance sparked in Max’s eyes. “That’s a good one for the video.”

Sally smirked. “Very clever, Maxwell. Now…” She waved at the camera. “Tell all the girls who watch my videos how to get what they want from a boy.”

Max swallowed, pushing himself up on an elbow. “I-if I do, will you stop hurting my balls? At least for today?”

Sally perked a single ear. “Oh, now you wanna bargain with me?” She gestured at her phone again. “Say the thing, and I’ll make you a second offer.”

The older lion licked his muzzle, nervous gears turning behind his eyes. After a moment’s thought, he did as she asked. “Remember, girls!” Pain and embarrassment tightened Max’s voice. “The key to defeating boys is simply kicking and squeezing our testicles!”

“Oooh!” Sally giggled, her eyes widening. “That’s good, Max! Nerdy, but good! That can be the closer for this video!” She picked her phone up, turned off the video, and then stuck it into her pajama pocket. “Now, roll on your back so I can sit on you.”

“But…” Max’s jaws trembled. “Y-you said…”

“I said I’d make you an offer, and I will.” Sally returned to her brother’s side. “Once I’m sitting on you, and holding your nard again.” She circled a finger in the air. “Now roll over.”

Max sighed, slowly rolling onto his back again. He lifted his knees, groaning and rubbing them together. Sally imagined it must be an involuntary reaction to the continued pain roiling between his legs. She stepped over him, straddling her brother’s midsection for a moment. Then Sally dropped her butt down hard enough onto her brother’s chest to make him cough.

“Good boy,” Sally said, wriggling her rump against him.

“Don’t say that,” Max said, looking anywhere but at his sister. “You sound like Melissa when she tells me to do stuff.”

Sally only laughed. “What’s the matter, Maxwell?” She batted her tail against his head. “Afraid your little buddy…” Sally leaned forward to flick his sheath through his boxers. “Is gonna start getting confused, about which one of us is hurting your balls?”

“Ow!” Max jolted under her. He stared at the far wall. “N-no…”

Sally shrugged. “If you say so. Wonder if that’ll change if we both start ganging up on you, together? Now…” Sally drummed her fingers against his sheath, making him shudder. “Be a good boy…” Sally emphasized the belittling praise, just to further humiliate her elder sibling. “And lift your hips so I can pull your jeans down a little. They’re in my way.”

The older lion gave a very defeated sounding whine, but did as Sally asked. He raised his hips up off the floor, as if offering Sally her favorite pair of targets to do with as she pleased. Sally slowly, deliberately, hooked her thumbs into the waistband of Max’s jeans. She purred to herself over the sheer power she held over her brother today. Then she gradually pushed his jeans down until they were clear of his crotch. Sally opened the front of his jeans, pulling the flaps as far apart as she could. Now, Max’s green boxers and their red-ribbon markings were fully exposed. The cylindrical outline of the older lion’s sheath was silhouetted against his boxers, just beneath the overlapping opening. His balls were pressed against the thin fabric just beneath it. Hints of gold fur peeked out.

“Much better! And look at that…” Sally tilted her head, studying her quarry. “Boy privates!” She traced a finger around one of his balls. “They’re practically visible! It’s like you’re showing them off like a Christmas display.”

Max groaned, putting his hands over his face, as if he could hide from his own embarrassment. “This is about to get worse, isn’t it.”

“Well, not for me.” Sally brushed her fingers over the older lion’s testicles again. They shifted inside his underwear. Their vulnerability left her smiling, but just as she was about to corral the left egg, her phone beeped. “One second, Max.”

Sally pulled her phone out. She had a few messages from her best friend Alyssa. “Huh… I thought I replied to her already. Maybe it got eaten.” She smirked over her shoulder at her brother. “Did I tell you she thinks we should time you and Douglas after you get kicked, to see who rolls around the longest?”

The older lion gave a low groan. “Oh, not that again! Melissa and Sarah used to do that to me, and Adam.”

Sally perked her ears, grinning. “Really?”

Max slowly nodded. “They used to barge into our rooms during sleepovers, kick us both in the nuts, and then time it.” He gulped, resting his forearm across his muzzle. “Really don’t wanna start playing that game again.”

“Well, I think it sounds fun.” Sally roughly grabbed Max’s left testicle, forcing it to bulge out against his boxers. She gave it a firm squeeze, dragging a fresh yowl from Max. As the older lion squirmed beneath her, Sally lifted her phone and recorded a voice message for Alyssa. “Great idea! But wouldn’t be a fair comparison right now…” She paused to make sure the voice message picked up the sound of her brother’s pained cry. “Because I’ve been doing this to Max’s left one!”

Sally took an up-close picture of Max’s ball trapped in her hand, then sent it to the bunny. She eased her grip to let her brother catch his breath while she waited for Alyssa’s message. Sally tapped a single finger against the tender jewel, watching it bobble within Max’s boxers. A dangerous sort of excitement swirled inside the young lioness. It would be so easy for her to chase the silly little egg out of hiding, and into the open again. It wasn’t as though there was anyone to stop her. Besides, it wouldn’t even be the first time she’d seen it. Why let it stay hidden now, she thought?

Her phone beeped. She glanced at it, and saw that Alyssa’s reply had arrived in text form. Nutcracker Season – It’s the best time of the year.

Sally giggled to herself. “It so is!” She glanced over her shoulder. “Don’t you agree, Max? Isn’t Nutcracker Season the best time of the year?”

“It’s literally…” Max took a few slow breaths, his face still twisted up. “My least favorite part of the holidays, now.”

Sally rolled her eyes. “Boys are such grinches. Nutcracker season is fun! You just need to get into the festive spirit! Spend more time sack-tapping your friends, and less time complaining about getting kicked by girls.”

“Kicked by you, you mean.” Max glared at her, blue eyes narrowed behind his glasses. “You and Alyssa are the only people who’ve hit me in the nuts, lately.”

The young lioness held up two fingers, smirking. “Two is plural. Hence, girls. You’d think you’d know that, Professor. But…” She started typing a new message. “I’ll be sure to tell Melissa you wanna celebrate Nutcracker Season with her, too.”

“The hell I do!” Max gave a frustrated snarl, his tufted tail lashing against the floor. “I wanna celebrate literally anything but Nutcracker Season with Melissa.”

Sally slapped her tail against her brother. “Whatever. Since you’re being such a grinch…” She took a picture of Max’s boxer-covered crotch. “I’m gonna ask her what she thinks I should do with these!”

“What?” Max squirmed under her, whining. “Don’t send her that! I thought you said you were gonna offer me a way to get out of this.”

Sally shrugged, typing a message to Melissa. “And I still might! But first, I’m gonna ask Melissa if she thinks I should take your left one out, again.”

“Oh, come on, Sally…” Max covered his face in both hands, whimpering. The inside of his ears burned scarlet. “Don’t ask her that! It’s bad enough you told her you did that last time!”

The little lioness only giggled. “I tell her about everything I do to you, Maxwell.”

Sally typed her message. Hey Melissa! I’m helping Max celebrate Nutcracker Season. Dare me to take his left one out again before I squeeze it? She attached the pictures of Max’s feline privates outlined against his boxers, along with her hand gripping Max’s ball.

Melissa’s reply came almost immediately. YES! A string of laughing and devilish emojis followed it. Sally grinned, twisting around on her brother, intent on showing him the vixen’s reply. But just as she was about to hold her phone up in front of Max’s face, another text arrived from Melissa. Sally quickly scanned it.

Why stop at the left one? Didn’t you tell me you were curious to see it all? Remember what I said you should do?

Sally swallowed, her own ears heating now. She glanced at Max’s crotch. He squirmed, and his feline privates shifted against his thin, green underwear. A little more golden fur poked through the barely-covered opening in the front. It would be oh-so-easy, Sally thought, to just tug his underwear down until Max’s genitals were completely exposed.

A devious smile spread across Sally’s muzzle as she replied to Melissa. You dare me to pull his boxers down?

Triple dare you! All the way down! Get those kitten marbles out!

Wicked, mewling laughter escaped the young lioness. She turned to show her brother her phone. “Oh, Professor Maxwell…” Sally’s voice took on a teasing, mocking tone. “Look what Melissa dares me to do…”

Max’s eyes slowly widened as he read the message. His muzzle dropped open. “Oh, no…” The older lion whimpered, his ears drooping. “Come on, Sally, that’s so embarrassing!”

“Not for me,” Sally said, setting her phone down. “Now, should I make you pull them down for me? Or should I do it myself? What would Melissa do to Adam?”

Maxwell gulped. “N-neither?”

Sally rolled her eyes, and rapped her knuckles against Max’s testicles. They bounced inside his boxers. Max gave an explosive, pained cough, his knees immediately drawn up. He hunched forward, lifting his head behind her, instinctively trying to grab himself. Sally pushed his hands away, whapping the side of his head with her tail tuft.

“No covering up, Maxwell.” Sally grabbed his balls in her hand, holding them firmly. “You’re supposed to do what I say, remember? You want me to start pounding on these silly things again instead?”

“N-no!” Max spoke through pain-grit teeth, squirming beneath her.

“Then lift your hips!” Sally snapped her teeth, snarling a little. “Do as you’re told, or I start punching nards!”

Max whined, slowly lifting his hips, once more presenting himself to the younger lioness. “Okay, okay, do whatever you want. Just stop getting me in the testicles!”

“That’s better.” Sally tapped the lion’s right ball. It jostled slightly in his underwear. “This one’s safe for now, as long as you behave. The left one, though…” She traced her finger around it. “This one’s gonna get squeezed.”

“You already squeezed it!” Max’s voice was somewhere halfway between pained humiliation, and frustrated indignity. “If you’re gonna make me follow your dumb rules, at least play fair!”

“I am!” Sally flicked the left one, earning a grunt and a whimper. “The deal was, you do as I say and let me punish this one, and I’ll let the other one go. Remember?”

“Yes, but you already punished it!” Max’s hips shook slightly from the exertion of staying aloft. “And didn’t you say you’d make me a deal?”

“I said I’d make you an offer.” Sally put her hands on Max’s hips. “And I will. When your stuff’s out!”

Sally hooked her thumbs into the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down ever so slightly. As they moved downwards, the outline of his sheath crept closer to the waistband, closer to being revealed before her for the very first time. The young lioness had never actually seen a bare sheath, before. A naughty, taboo sort of excitement coiled in her belly at the realization that she was moments away from seeing everything that lay between a male’s legs for the first time.

She’d always imagined the first male she’d see totally naked would be Alex, the geeky coyote she’d long had a crush on. But Alex, brash as he was around others, remained shy around Sally. They’d danced around their mutual attraction for years, yet never acted on it. And despite Sally’s infinite love for kicking boys where it counts, she’d always been a little nervous about actually seeing what she so frequently aimed for.

Months earlier, though, she’d finally worked up the nerve to peek at a ball. That was the first time she’d squeezed Max into complete submission. That afternoon proved an education experience in more ways than one. Not only had Sally learned what a lion testicle actually looked like, but she’d also discovered just how much fun it was to so deeply humiliate her once-bullying older brother.

Since then, she’d caught a few more peeks. Max’s jewels once flopped out the front of his pajamas when she punched them, for example. Another time, she’d barged into his room when he was changing his clothes. Although Max was turned away, he was also bent over, with his boxers around his ankles. Sally had a quick look at the taller lion’s bare, golden-furred butt, and had a peek at the fuzzy, sun-hued pouch dangling beneath it just before he straightened up and covered him with his clothing.

Now, though, Sally was about to see everything. Exhilaration swirled inside her as she eased Max’s boxers down. The fabric slid across his privates until the cylindrical silhouette hidden inside bulged against the waistband. Sally tugged his boxers down a little further, and the top of the older lion’s gold-furred sheath slipped out into view.

Sally gasped softly, staring. “Your sheath’s coming out, Max!” Her tail swished, bopping him in the muzzle. “Your sheath’s coming out!”

Max gave a long, humiliated whine, burying his face under his hands. “Oh, come on! You’ve seen it, now pull my pants up!”

Sally ignored the older lion’s protests. Her brother’s shy nature made embarrassing him half the fun. She slipped his boxers down further still, till his sheath was fully exposed. His balls pressed against the waistband, as if eager to be revealed as well. Sally gazed at Max’s sheath. In her mind, that snug, fuzzy little yellow-gold tube was the most private thing she’d ever seen. She’d even seen her friend Alyssa naked, and yet nothing the bunny girl had seemed quite as intimately, embarrassingly private as the lion’s sheath. It lay there before her, exposed and with nowhere to hide, unable to evade her stare.

“Q-quit staring at me!” Max put his hands against Sally’s back, whining.

“Make me, Maxwell,” Sally said.

Sally yanked Max’s underwear the rest of the way down. Max’s golden-furred balls flopped out into view, dangling loosely beneath his sheath. One of them hung a bit lower than the other, its rounded-egg shape clearly shown off against the fuzzy, gold pouch. To Sally, they vaguely resembled a pair of lopsided, sun-hued walnuts.

The lioness erupted into a sudden fit of giggles. “Oh my god, Max!” Sally reached under her brother to unbutton the denim loop around his tail. Then she pushed his boxers and jeans down well past his knees, ensuring he could not easily cover up again. Now, his balls hung freely between his slender, yellow-furred thighs. “They’re lopsided!”

Max tried to bury his face completely beneath his arms. “Don’t laugh!” His tail flicked and swished between his exposed legs,

“But they’re lopsided!” Sally kept giggling, leaning in. The lion’s balls tightened up a little, their pouch shrinking around them. “And they look like they’re trying to hide!”

“They’re not lopsided!” Max’s voice was muffled beneath his upraised limbs. “Boys always have one testicle that’s lower, okay?”

“They do?” Sally prodded the lower one, jiggling them both. “No wonder your left one’s always in the way!” She glanced back at Max, savoring his humiliated attempts to hide his face. “Guess you gotta cover up your face, since you can’t cover up your privates huh?”

“Shut up!” Max wriggled beneath her in a vain attempt to get free. “Shut up, shut up, shut up!”

The movement left his testicles bobbling around. Sally laughed as she picked her phone up from the floor. “Should I send Melissa a picture to prove I did it?”

“No!” Max frantically shook his head. “No, no, no! Definitely no!”

“All I hear is yes, yes, yes.” Sally opened her phone app, grinning. Before she could think better of it, she snapped a photo of the older lion’s naked feline privates. “Dunno what you’re so worried about. It’s not like she hasn’t seen your stuff.”

“That’s different!” Max made a half-hearted attempt to snatch her phone. “Don’t send that!”

“Too late!” Sally quickly attached the photo in a message to Melissa, then sent it to the vixen. “Now quit complaining. If you’re lucky, she’ll feel sorry for you, and send you a picture of her pussy to make it up to you.”

Max slowly lifted his head, his eyes widening. “Y-you think?”

Sally shrugged. “How should I know?” She smirked. “Want me to tell her to?” Sally started typing up a message, reading it aloud. “Max says you better send him a picture of your naked pussy later for putting him through this.”

“What?” Max gasped, grabbing again for her phone. “Don’t send that!”

“Already did,” Sally said. Melissa’s reply arrived swiftly, and Sally glanced back at her brother. “Besides, she knows I made that up. But…” She showed him her phone. “See for yourself.” Sally smirked. “Kitten Marbles.”

Max glowered at her when she used Melissa’s teasing nickname for him. His eyes shifted down to her phone, reading the message.

Tell Kitten Marbles I’ll do more than that, if he’s a good boy and does whatever his sister tells him. And spank that sheath!

As soon as Max caught up, Sally brought her free hand down sharply against his bare sheath. SLAP!

“OW!” Max curled against her, wincing. “My sheath!”

Sally slapped it again, earning another jolt, and a pained yelp. The impact bounced the lion’s testicles around. “Melissa says sheaths get spanked!” She smacked Max’s bare sheath another time, making him cry out once more. “Oh, I should record this for her!”

“Don’t you frickin’ dare!” Maxwell wriggled harder under her, trying to dislodge his sister.

Sally hissed, hunkering down. She reached down and curled her fingers around the lion’s left testicle. Max immediately stopped resisting, but before he could plead with her, Sally clamped down on the tender orb. The older lion yowled, his back arching. His legs kicked, constrained by the jeans and underwear bunching up around his ankles. He squirmed back and forth, rocking Sally back and forth. She held her grip tightly, watching the furry orb compress ever so slightly between her fingers. In her head, Sally counted to ten, albeit slowly. All the while, she savored the strange feeling of having a bare testicle trapped in her fingers, and the way the slightly rubbery thing squished just a little.

After a long ten seconds, Sally released it. “There.” She patted Max’s balls as the left one dropped back into place. “That’s ten seconds. You act up again, and next time it’ll be thirty seconds. Then a minute, then two minutes, then…” She smirked at him over her shoulder. “I dunno, five minutes? You get the idea, right? Behave or I squeeze your dumb nard.”

Pain left Max’s face scrunched up behind his glasses, even as he glared at her. A few smoldering embers of defiance glittered in his blue eyes. “You’re gonna squeeze it anyway! You already made that abundantly clear.”

“Yes, Professor, I am.” Sally teased a single finger around the older lion’s surely-aching testicle. “And the more you misbehave, the more it’s gonna get squeezed. And, if it’s because you’re acting up? I’ll get the other one, too.” Sally move her hand, grabbing the right ball. “Like this.”

“No, wait!” Max held up trembling hands. “You said you wouldn’t squeeze that one!”

Sally shook her head. “No, I said it was safe from squeezing as long as you behaved. And since you tried to fight me off again, it gets punished.” She smashed her fingers down against the older lion’s right testicle, smushing it firmly between her thumb and several fingers. “Now count to ten, Max.”

“Aaaaahhh!” Max thrashed in fresh anguish, writhing beneath his sister, his head lolling. “My ball!” He weakly grabbed at her, one hand against Sally’s hip, the other on her arm. “Stop! Please! I’ll behave.”

“Count.” Sally smirked at him over her shoulder. “To ten. I don’t let go until you do.”

“O-one! Aaah! Two! Three!” Max squirmed and wriggle the whole time, tears running down the fur of his cheeks. “Four! F-five! Aaaah! My ball! S-six!”

Sally purred to herself, savoring the sheer power she held over her brother. She’d scarcely felt so powerful, so in charge, so…dominant? The young lioness wasn’t sure if she liked that term, if only because it implied a slightly more naughty context than what she was doing. Then again, she was dominating her brother, wasn’t she? His bare privates were out in front of her, his naked testicle was flattened in her fingers, and she was making him count down his own embarrassing, agonizing punishment. Alright, Sally thought, maybe it was time to admit to herself that she was dominating her brother.

As Max continued his pained counting, Sally ground his right ball between her thumb and fingers, exploring it’s shape and texture. It was smooth within the pouch, and firmer than she would have expected. It was a little smaller than the left one, but otherwise retained the same faintly rounded egg shape that she imagined was common to feline testicles. The more she pinched it, the more it bulged out against its own golden furred pouch. The sight of it something so deeply private trapped between her fingers was a thrilling one. It left Sally’s belly tumbling with wicked excitement, her body tingling.

“Ten! Ten! Aaaah!” Max frantically tapped at Sally’s hip. “Ten! Ten, Sally! Let go! Let gooooo!”

Sally heaved a sigh, rolling her eyes. “Oh, fine.” She relaxed Max’s ball, only to give it a sharp flick with a finger as if frustrated with it for escaping. “Rules are rules.”

“Awww, God!” Max curled against his sister, but was unable to reach his balls. He whimpered, fighting back a sob. Agony and anger alike mingled in his voice. “Damn it, Sally, you’re such a…” He trailed off, quickly amending himself. “Loving…little…sister.”

Sally cooed, putting a hand over her chest. “How sweet, Max!” Then she swatted her tail against his muzzle. “Now, where we were? Oh, I know!” She picked her phone up again, waggling it. “I was about to film myself spanking your sheath, to send it to Melissa. Are you going to let me, this time?”

Max nodded, sullen. “Just get it over with.”

The lioness started filming, then twisted around to point the camera at Max’s face. “Admit your sheath needs to be spanked.”

Max whimpered, his ears going flat. He looked away, muttering. “My sheath needs to be spanked.”

Sally giggled, resting her hand against it. It felt warm, and oddly squishy beneath her palm. “No, Max.” She patted it a few times. “Look into the camera, and say it clearly.”

The older lion slowly turned his eyes back to Sally. He stared at her phone, his ears still completely flat. He lifted his voice. “My sheath needs to be spanked!”

“Damn right it does.” Sally turned the camera on herself, smirking into it. “Sheaths get spanked!” Then she flipped the phone around again, pointing it at the older lion’s crotch. She traced a fingertip up and down Max’s sheath, ruffling the golden fur. “This is Max’s sheath. It’s about to get the crap spanked out of it.”

Max shuddered, balling up his hands into fists at his sides. “P-please don’t touch it that way.”

“Why?” Sally tilted her head, momentarily confused. “I thought you’d prefer being touched nicely to…” Then it hit her. “Oooh, right.” A fit of giggles bubbled up through her, and she smacked her tail against her brother’s face again, knocking his glasses askew. “You better not get a boner, Max!”

“It’s not like I’d do it on purpose!” Humiliation twisted Max’s voice into a whine. “Things just happen when you tease a male’s sheath-OW!”

Sally’s palm smacked home against the older lion’s sensitive flesh, cutting him off. She held her phone with her other hand, keeping Max’s privates in focus. Then she began rhythmically spanking the older lion’s sheath at a steady pace. Sally delivered quick, stinging blows, aiming for that most private of parts every time. The impact squished Max’s feline sheath a little bit each time, occasionally allowing Sally to feel the firmer organ hidden within it. Max yowled and squirmed, his tail lashing, his face screwed up. He squeezed at Sally’s hips, no doubt struggling to resist the urge to try and throw her off of himself.

“Spank the sheath, spank the sheath!” Sally taunted the male lion with a silly little sing-song tune as she slapped his maleness. “Spank that nerdy lion sheath!”

“Ow! Oww!” Max wriggled beneath her, crying out through grit teeth. “You sound like Melissa!”

Sally gave Max’s exposed sheath one more really hard slap, earning another yelp. “I learn from the best!” Then she turned the camera back onto herself, smiling into it. “I hope that’s enough sheath spanking for you, Melissa!” Sally uploaded the video, then sent it to the older vixen in a message.

Max whimpered, squirming slowly beneath her. “Owww, my sheath. My poor sheath! Feels like you lit it on fire!”

Sally rolled her eyes. “Oh, it can’t be that bad, you big cry-baby.”

The older lion sniffled, glaring up at her. “How’d you like it if someone did that to your vagina?”

Sally snorted, twisting around to glare at her brother. “First, smart guy? The vagina’s the whole thing. If you spanked it, you’d be spanking the labia. I-I think.” Sally licked her nose. “And second, how do you know someone hasn’t? Maybe I let Alyssa do it. Or maybe I let your girlfriend spank it…” `

Max cringed, looking away. “Damn it, Sally, I don’t want that image in my head!”

“Then you shouldn’t have brought it up, should you?” Sally twisted back around, grinning. Truth be told, she had experimented a bit with spanking certain areas, with Alyssa. “Either way, I wouldn’t bitch and moan about it like you do.”

“Oh, shut up! You girls don’t know how bad it feels!” Max folded his arms across his chest, pouting. “Especially when you get me in the balls!”

Sally erupted into another fit of wicked feline giggles. “That’s what makes it so much fun! Every time I kick you in the balls, it’s like a hilarious, unsolvable mystery! I know you’re gonna crumple and squirm and sob, but I never quite know why.” She reached down, grasping both of his balls in her hand. “And I never will.”

“H-hey!” Max tensed up, resting his hands against her back again. “Haven’t I had enough? You were gonna make me some kind of offer, right?”

“I did say so, yeah.” Sally leaned closer, examining Max’s balls as they lay against her palm. They looked ever so vulnerable when exposed, and so intimate it was if just sitting in her hand was somehow violating their privacy. “Balls are so weird looking.”

Max grunted, glancing away. “Shut up. Melissa thinks they’re cool, you know.”

Sally only snickered. She nudged one ball into the other, bobbling them. “Melissa’s a pervert, though. But, maybe she’s right. It is pretty cool to see what makes you guys so weak. And it’s fun to see them get hurt!”

In fact, Sally thought, maybe she wanted to see them get hurt more often. After all, it was pretty fun to see them just dangling there, or bouncing around when she slapped them. Just how much would they bounce when she nailed them with her foot? Besides, she’d seen Max completely naked now. Why should she be nervous about doing so a second time? As deeply embarrassing as his own nudity was to Max, it was all fun and games to Sally. The little lioness smiled to herself, wondering if she could manipulate her brother into an even more humiliating ordeal.

Sally traced her finger around the left orb. “You really wanna bargain with Krampus Kitten?”

“If it spares my balls, yes!” Max dropped his hands down to Sally’s hips, holding her gently. “They’ve had enough, Sally, come on. Can’t we make a deal to let both of them go, now?”

Sally tugged Max’s nuts hard enough to make him yelp. He lifted his hips instinctively, trying to ease the pressure on his pouch. Sally pulled until both leonine testicles were clearly outlined against the gold-furred sack. Strange as they were, Sally found them fascinating. The rounded eggs were almost completely alien in nature to the young lioness. She examined them closely, noting how the left one was fatter than the right, but similar in shape. If anything, their rounded egg shapes looked even more vulnerable than she’d once imagine. Sally could scarcely imagine what it must feel like to get them kicked, let alone squeezed.

“I dunno, Max.” Sally tapped the left one a few times. “I really wanted to this little troublemaker in both hands again.”

“Oh, god!” Max frantically shook his head. “N-no, please! You don’t know how bad that hurt! I’ll do whatever you want, I swear!”

“Well…” Sally brushed her thumb over the fur of his scrotum, ruffling it, then smoothing it back down. “I was gonna tell you that I’d spare your right one, for now. If…” She let that hang in the air a moment. Now was her chance to back Max into a particularly painful corner. She didn’t want to rush it, and give away the game. “In the near future, you let me kick them…” The emphasis on that single word made Max whimper. “And squeeze them.” She smirked at him over her shoulder, tightening her grip. “And not just once, either. You’re gonna let me get you in the balls as much as I want.”

Max whimpered, his jaws trembling, his ears splayed. “Do I gotta?”

“If you want me to spare your right nard, you do.” Sally released him, only to pivot and shake a finger at her brother’s muzzle. “But if you want me to let them both escape the nutcracker…” She pinched her fingers in front of Max’s nose. “You’re gonna have to make it worth my while.”

Max stared up at her, muzzle quivering. “You want m-money?”

Sally snorted, rolling her eyes. “No, dummy.” She turned back around and slapped his jewels, making him yowl, his body jerking. “I still wanna hurt your balls! But…” A devious grin spread over the young lioness’s muzzle. “Now I wanna kick your bare ones.”

The older lion’s eyes went wide behind his tear-stained glasses. “Wh-what?”

“You heard me.” Sally smacked his privates again, his pained jolt rocking her smaller body. “Whenever I decide its time for you to make good on our deal, you gotta come into my room, and strip completely naked. Then I get to spend the night punishing your naked nuts.” She giggled, her tail flicking. “Maybe I’ll livestream it to Melissa. Maybe I’ll even invite her over to help!”

Maxwell whimpered, his eyes darting around as if seeking an escape they’d never find. “Why the hell would I agree to that?”

“Because otherwise?” Sally grasped his left ball in her hand, tightening her fingers around it. “I’m gonna do this all day long.”

Sally clamped down on her older brother’s bare left testicle. Max shrieked, his back arching. Sally squeezed it with everything she had, trying to make it compress. She could clearly feel the firm orb trapped in her hand, ever so slowly squashing out just a little. Max smacked a hand against the carpet, the other blindly grabbing at her in vain attempt to make her stop. Fresh tears streamed down his face. His tail lashed frantically, slapping at the floor.

“AAAAHHH!” Max writhed beneath her, kicking his legs till his jeans were hanging off one foot, his boxers off the other. “AAAAHHH! My testicle! Stop! Stop! Sally, stop, I’ll do anything!”

Sally wrapped her other hand around the first, adding even more pressure to the trapped lion gland. Wicked excitement surged through her as Max’s ball flattened out a tiny bit more. Sally couldn’t help but wonder just how flat such a thing could become. “What’s that, Max? Did you say anything?”

“Yes!” Panic and anguish alike filled Max’s voice. Sally doubted he was even thinking through what he was saying, his mind too clouded with pain. “Anything, anything!”

“So, you’ll let me kick and squeeze your bare balls some night in the near future?” Sally kept up the tension, her fingers aching a little.

“Yes! Yes!” Max sobbed openly, squirming beneath her like a wounded snake. “My ball! Oh, god, my baaaall! Let go, please! Please!” The lion’s Christmas-themed boxers flopped back and forth as he thrashed, barely clinging to his foot. “Aaaaahh! My left testicle!”

The way Max’s wriggling nearly flung his clothing off gave Sally another cunning idea to his ever-growing list of humiliations. “And one more thing. Since we’re gonna be home alone until tonight?” She glanced back over her shoulder. “Max, are you listening?”

“NRRRHHH!” Max’s head lolled back and forth, a line of drool dribbling from the corner of his muzzle. “My testicle! Oh god, my tesssticle!”

Sally eased her grip just enough to clear some of the pain-fog from her brother’s brain. “Pay attention, Max. You gotta do one more thing for me.”

“My little sister owns my left testicle forever!” Max’s voice was a miserable, defeated cry. “My little sister owns my left testicle forever! Just let go, Sally!”

Sally erupted into smug, devilish laughter. “Oh, I wasn’t gonna make you say that this time, Max. But you’re right, I do own your left testicle forever.” Sally slowly eased her grip until she was clutching the leonine egg firmly, but not painfully. “Catch your breath, Maxwell. I’m gonna make you do something different, this time. Remember how I said I was gonna make you help me decorate the Christmas tree properly?”

Max managed to lift his head, staring at her through tear-filled eyes. Pain strained his voice. “You still wanna decorate the stupid tree?”

“Of course!” Sally hissed at him. “And if you call it stupid again, I’m adding a kick in the bare ones today to my list of demands.” She lifted one hand to point at the tree. “You’re going to help me decorate it, the way I want to. And if I were you, I wouldn’t slack off…” She leaned forward, grabbing at his boxers and jeans. “Because until it’s completely decorated?” Sally tugged his clothing over his feet, then tossed them across the room. “You’re going naked.”

“Wh-what?” Maxwell’s eyes went wide. He turned his head, staring at his underwear and jeans as they landed in a heap on the other side of the living room. “B-but…but…”

“That’s right, Max, I’m gonna see your butt.” Sally giggled at her own wordplay. She thumped a finger into Max’s left testicle, earning a sharp well squeal. “Well?”

“AAAH!” Max curled against her, groaning. “Aww, come on, Sally! No more! It already hurts so much…”

Sally only smiled at her brother over her shoulder. “So, you agree to Krampus Kitten’s terms?”

The older lion whimpered, glancing at his boxers again. “B-but…my clothes…”

“Oh, you’re not getting those back till tonight either way. So, it’s either…” She waved her hand. “Naked tree decorating, or getting your balls squeezed. Your choice.”

Max gave a long, whining sigh, a sound of pure defeat. When he finally spoke, his voice was little more than a soft squeak. “…Tree.”

“That’s what I thought.” Sally patted Max’s sheath, laughing. “Now, say it in one of your…” She waggled her fingers. “Professor ways. Say you’ll festively adorn the tree, whilst frolicking in the nude.”

Max narrowed his eyes. “I don’t talk like that! And I’m not saying it!”

Sally balled up her fist, and raised it high over Max’s privates. “Punching your nards in three…two-”

“I’ll festively adorn the tree whilst frolicking in the nude!” Max lifted his hands in surrender. “Please no more ball shots!”

“That’s better.” Sally relaxed her hand, patting Max’s sheath instead. She picked it up her phone again, and opened the camera app. “I bet Melissa would love to see that nude frolicking, don’t you think?”

“No!” Max quickly shook his head, his patchwork mane swishing. “Don’t you even think about it, you bratty little bit-” Max caught himself, and swifty tried to amend his words. “I mean, uh, please don’t, you adorable little angel kitten?

The little lioness rolled her eyes. Even now, he was still trying to boss her around. Sally started filming as she stood up. She turned around, making sure the bottomless older lion was completely in frame. Max gasped when he realized she was filming him again, moving to cover himself. Sally was faster. She stepped down hard right between Max’s legs, filming her own bare foot mashing into her older brother’s feline privates. One of his testicles squished out to the side of her foot, the other remained trapped beneath her pads. Max’s sheath flattened out under her toes.

“AWWWWWH!” Max curled up around his sister’s foot, his whole face twisting up into a familiar grimace of purely male anguish. “My balls again! Awww, you promised!”

“And then you called me names, so now you get stepped on, too.” Sally ground her foot back and forth a few times, watching in rapt fascination as the older lion’s privates shifted back and forth, squishing a little. “Your stuff looks so funny squished under my foot. I should do this to you more often. Now…” Sally leaned in harder, earning another yowl. “Are you gonna be good? Or should I kick ‘em, too?”

“I’ll be good!” Max’s words came out in a desperate, high-pitched rush. “I’ll be good!” Just leave my poor testicles alone!”

Sally stepped on her brother’s sheath and balls a few moments longer, before finally lifting her foot. “You’d better.” She walked over to the couch, and flopped down on it, still filming her brother. “You can roll around on the floor now.”

Max did exactly that. The scrawny older lion curled up tightly, cradling his testicles in both hands. He rolled over onto his side, inadvertently flashing Sally his golden furred butt. The little lioness giggled up a storm at the sight of her brother’s bare rump. Somehow, that was almost as funny as seeing his privates, as if seeing his butt exposed was what finally hammered home just how completely naked the older lion was.

Actually, Sally thought, was he naked? His butt was visible, and his privates were out, but technicaly, he wasn’t naked. After all, Max still had his Christmas-themed t-shirt and hoodie on. After a few more slow, agonized cycles of rocking back and forth, Max even tried to pull his hood down over his face. It was as if he hoped that if he couldn’t see Sally, she couldn’t see him. The younger lioness decided to let him have that illusion of faint privacy, at least for now.

“As you can see,” Sally said, narrating for the camera. “My brother’s balls are really feeling the Nutcracker Season spirit, right now. And when his bells finally stop ringing, he’s going to help me decorate the tree? Right, Professor Maxwell?”

Max groaned, rolling away from her again. “Stop filming me!” His voice was little more than a ragged, miserable whine. “Oh, god, my poor balls!”

Sally only laughed. She’d half-expected him to snarl something insulting, or flip her off. But it seemed she’d finally knocked the last of the defiance out of him, at least for a little while. Despite his protests, she kept filming, smugly savoring every moment of her brother’s slow-motion writhing. It was as if the nearly nude older lion was squirming through quick sand, gradually rolling from one side of his body to the other, and back again. Now and then he pulled a bare leg up towards his chest. Other times he hiked his naked rump up into the air, only to topple over again moments later. Finally, after a good twenty minutes had passed, Max gingerly pushed himself up onto his hands and knees.

“Awwww…” His body shuddered. “My left one still aches so much…”

Sally giggled. “Is this the worst it’s gotten hurt since the first time I saw it?”

“Probably…” He took a few shaking breaths. “This might be worse…”

“Oh, please.” Sally scrunched her muzzle. “I squeezed it for way longer that time.”

“But you kicked me more times today!” Max reached back to rub his dangling nuggets. “Awww, god…my poor nuts.”

Sally hopped off the sofa, walking over to her brother. “Yeah, but some of those kicks were this morning!”

“And they were still sore when you kicked them again!” Max grimaced, still rubbing himself. “At this rate, my left one’s still gonna be aching tomorrow.”

“Aww, poor Professor, is his leftmost testicle gonad all achy?” Sally gave a mock coo as she walked around behind him. From there, she had a surprisingly clear view of the older lion’s sun-hued testicles hanging freely beneath his golden rump. They shifted and bobbled against his fingers as he caressed them. “Oh wow…” She snickered to herself. “They really do look dangly from behind! No wonder it’s so easy to kick you in that position.”

“Oh, for the love of God, please don’t!” Max pulled his legs together, covering himself completely with his hand. “I’m playing by your dumb rules!”

“You’d better keep it up, too!” Sally leaned down to slap Max’s bare butt. “Now take your hoodie off. Shirt too.”

Max glanced over his back, his ears splayed. “Huh? Why do I gotta-”

“Because I said naked, Maxwell!” Sally slapped his butt again, earning a grunt. “And you’re not naked if you’ve still got clothes on.” She padded back to the sofa, and settled onto it. “So stand up, and take them off.”

Max shot her a glare, anger and humiliation alike roiling in his deep blue eyes. He slowly pushed himself up to his feet, grimacing. Then, as he pulled his hoodie off and tossed it aside, he muttered under his breath. “Melissa better be planning to go down on me again, for this.”

Sally clapped a hand over her muzzle, going wide-eyed. “Ooooh! I’m gonna tell her you said that!” Sally started typing a new message in. Then she froze. “Wait, did you say again?”

“You heard me.” Max yanked his shirt off, exposing his slender, golden-furred chest and belly. “Oh, I’m sorry…” He tossed the garment aside. “Did you not want that image in your head? I suppose we’re even, now.” With a sigh, he turned around, only to pause. “Oh, actually, since you’re making me go completely naked…” He glanced back at his sister, flicking his tufted tail. “I was naked when Melissa gave me oral sex, too. So now that’s in your head.” He smirked, “You’re welcome.”

“Maxwell!” Sally slapped the couch. “I do not wanna think about that!”

“Guess you shoulda let me keep my clothes on then.” He trailed off, then rubbed his testicles, wincing. “You know, sometimes can’t tell if Melissa is corrupting you, or you’re corrupting Melissa.”

Despite her momentary disgust, Sally couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Oh, I think we’re corrupting each other, at this point.” She pointed at the ornaments. “Now get to work, you naked dork. Do as the Mighty Huntress bids you!”

Max rolled his eyes, reaching for an ornament near the top of the tree. He had to stretch for it, and in the process, his legs parted enough to give Sally a peek at his fuzzy balls, hanging under his butt. “Are you gonna help me with this, or what? You’re the one who wanted to decorate the tree so badly.”

“I sure do!” Sally raised her phone a little higher, making sure Max’s entire, nude body was in frame. She took a few pictures, then resumed filming the older lion. “It’s too bad someone put all my favorite ornaments out of reach! There’s only one person in the house right now who can reach them.” A smirk spread over Sally’s muzzle. “So until you take all my ornaments down, I’m just gonna sit here and film your ornaments.”

Max’s ears shot up. “You devious little…” He trailed off, amending himself. “Christmas…angel.”

Sally only smiled. “Happy Nutcracker Season, Max!”

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