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"What to watch, what to watch. No... nope. Nope, no... uhhh..." Andy droned to himself, having just scrolled past another two dozen recommended shows. He wasn't familiar with this specific streaming service, and it was the only one Ben and Aiden were paying for at the moment. Andy had already skipped by a few shows he recognized and had heard people talk about, and even one or two that he had seen himself, but nothing seemed to fit the bill for tonight. Ever since the three lads had met in their freshman year at university, they made a habit of hosting movie nights with drinks, at the very least once a month. They found rules online and usually added many more to the list, writing them all on a whiteboard next to the TV for themselves and any additional guests to keep track of. It had become somewhat of a ritual for the three friends, and had continued on for a few years, even after Ben and Aiden moved off campus, and indeed Aiden was the only one out of the trio that was still going to school.

Tonight, Andy had the peculiar task of finding a show to watch and drink to, rather than a film, as per the suggestion of a mutual friend who had to cancel last-minute. The fox wasn't particularly pleased with his assignment however, having been born with the curse of indecision, as evidenced by his consecutive minutes of unsuccessful scrolling.

His thoughts, if there were any in his head besides a faint irritation at failing to find something to watch, were interrupted by a moist, smelly ball of cloth hitting him in the back of the head. "Ew! Oh my god, dude, fuck off with this shit will you?" Andy half-shouted as he peeled a sweaty tank top off his ears. He pulled off an upsettingly wet pair of boxers from his neck and balled them up with the shirt before hurling them back at Aiden, who was still cackling and clutching his stomach in the hall just outside the bathroom.

"Hey, watch it, I just got cleaned up!" he grinned back, dodging the ball of clothes that landed almost with a smack as they hit the floor. He had been taking a shower when Andy arrived, washing up after mowing the lawn and a brief run. At least the last five minutes he had spent blow-drying his thick, russet mane. He didn't keep it nearly as long as some lions did, but it was big enough. He liked that it made him look bigger, not that he really needed to. He was rather lean as lions go, but he towered about a head and a half over Andy and was quite broad in the shoulder, with a muscular neck to match. Aiden was wearing only a fresh pair of boxers now, and did a little dance in the hall, running his non-blow-drying hand down his fuzzy chest and winking at Andy, who rolled his eyes. "Aw, come on, don't be embarrassed. You know I don't care if you look! How couldn't you? And I know you like my sweaty clothes Andrew. Better hide your boner before Ben gets here!" he said, twirling the power cord in his finger and grinning.

"You're a child."

"Heyyy, don't make it weird!" the lion retorted before retreating to the bathroom to finish grooming himself. Andy turned back towards the TV and smiled to himself, giving up on acting perturbed. Truth be told, he didn't really mind a manly smelling shirt, but he did draw a line at clothes that drip if you squeeze them too hard. The fox was a bit bummed that a pair of socks didn't get thrown his way too, but oh well. He didn't have much time to think about it though, as Ben walked in through the front door, right on cue. Andy smiled again. "Hi Ben!"

"Hey. What's up." The slow swish of his spotted tail made up for the lack of enthusiasm in his voice, as per Ben. He wasn't quite as tall as Aiden, but he was just as broad, and a bit more built. If there was an odd one out, it was definitely Andy.

"How's Jenny?"

"Huh? Oh, uh, she's good." Ben was quite occupied pulling his shoes off, stepping on one heel with the other paw. "We didn't really do much, I was mostly in the garage, helping her dad."

"Helping her dad, get laid?" Aiden chimed in from the hall, still working on his mane. Ben stopped and turned to look at his roommate, silently and without blinking, before clinking off to the kitchen with a couple cases of beer. Aiden lingered a moment in the hallway, smiling like a fool and waiting for a response that he could riff off of, but when it didn't come he made a face and skulked back into the bathroom yet again.

So that's how you get him to stop, Andy thought to himself, smirking at Ben's silent sass. Ben padded quietly over to the living room with two glasses of water, taking a sip from one.

"You gotta hydrate, boy," he said to Andy, handing him the other glass as he sat down beside him. A cute little smile slipped across the snow leopard's face, and Andy blushed at being called 'boy' by such a deep voice. Being a rather short, lithe, gay fox in a trio of friends that was two-thirds big, straight cat meant that Andy's friends knew how to press some buttons, not that he minded that much, if at all. Ben grunted a bit as he swung his legs up and plopped his big paws down on the ottoman. Those, Andy most definitely didn't mind, although he wasn't so sure the cats knew about that particular button. He knew he had a bad habit of staring a little longer than he maybe should, but he wasn't too worried.

"I'm already a bottle ahead of you," Andy replied before taking a gulp. "I like your socks!" Ben raised a paw and wiggled his toes a bit, admiring them himself. They were a pastel bluish-purple, with wiggly light pink rings on them, not unlike the spots that decorated most of the cat's fur.

"Thanks! Jenny got them for me for something or other. They look pretty silly but they are so comfy. Feel 'em!" He crossed his left foot over his right knee and wiggled his toes again at Andy, waiting. Andy felt a brief wave of heat course over his head, and his stomach jumped a bit, but he reached over and gave a tentative squeeze to Ben's paw before he could call him out for staring like a dummy.

"Ooh, those are pretty nice..."

"Yup! Hope they don't smell too much," he added with a chuckle before stretching his leg out again.

Andy was still recovering. "Hm? Oh, uh, no, you're fine!" he said, trying to keep it together. He quickly picked up the remote again and started scrolling once more to distract himself, ignoring the faint manly musk that was indeed a little noticeable.

"Haven't found a show yet?" Ben asked earnestly.

"Wait, you haven't found a fucking show yet?" Aiden asked loudly, and slightly less earnestly. "The fuck you been doing out here this whole time?"

"Well maybe if you hadn't been spending the past thirty minutes brushing your hair you could pick a show. I can't pick one, you know that!" Andy snapped back.

"Fine! I was done anyway." Aiden hastily put on sweat shorts and a clean tank top and stood behind the back of the sectional, reaching down over Andy to snag the remote from his hand, and started flicking through different categories. "Hm. Nope. Nope Nope. Shit!"

"No way!" Ben gasped, after nearly inhaling the rest of his water.

"No way, you used to watch this show too?" Aiden asked giddily. "We HAVE to watch it! We can't not!"

Andy raised an eyebrow as he read the title Aiden was hovering over: KATANA BLADE: TERRIBLE SHOGUNATE BLOODSHED. "What... is this?" he asked, incredulous. The cats gasped in unison and recoiled, obviously wounded. Ben leaned towards Andy.

"You don't know KATANA BLADE: TERRIBLE SHOGUNATE BLOODSHED?

"No! Am I supposed to? What the hell even is it? The picture just has a sword on it."

Aiden groaned, quite dramatically. "What is KATANA BLADE: TERRIBLE SHOGUNATE BLOODSHED? Only, like, the best and most important anime to ever be, you know, like made! Ever! I used to watch the shit out of this when I was little."

"Oh jeez, are you guys really gonna make me watch weeb shit on movie night?"

Ben shook his head in disappointment and gave Andy a playful shove. "C'mon, it's good! Just because Aiden likes it doesn't mean it's that trashy. Almost every episode is a blast to watch, you don't even need to know the characters or anything! The animation style and the music and directing is just... ugh!" Andy had hardly ever seen Ben this fired up, even about movies he loved and wanted to share on other movie nights.

"Well... if you guys are this excited I'm sure it can't be that bad. What the hell. Something something leaving your comfort zone, right?"

_ Seven episodes of ** _ **KATANA BLADE: TERRIBLE SHOGUNATE BLOODSHED _ later... _

"'And now, witness! Katana Meteor Culling Sweep!'"

"Oh! He said the name of the thing he's doing!" Aiden called out, and the trio drank. After taking a gulp he nudged Andy. "See, aren't you glad we made you watch this fucking epic?" Andy didn't respond for a few moments though, distracted, as Aiden crossed his right paw over his left thigh and scratched away an itch from his dark pink paw pads, before stretching his leg out once more on the long end of the sectional in front of him.

They look so soft, and warm... Andy thought. He shook his nose a little bit and answered. "Yeah... you guys are right. This is pretty awesome." Ben pointed at the screen as the protagonist, a ronin lizard assassin, began monologuing his attack plan, and the three drank once more. The three of them had just about finished their first case, not to mention a handful of shots. Andy's cheeks were starting to get sore from grinning so much. Ben was terrifically enthusiastic, which delighted the fox and lion. Even when Ben picked his favorite movies for movie night, he was usually fairly quiet, unless he had an exceptional amount to drink, or if everybody else was getting rowdy. Tonight, there was no shortage of excited gasps and anticipatory lip bites and the occasional "hell yeah!" Aiden was his normal raucous self.

Despite being noticeably smaller than his two friends, Andy could typically keep pace with the cats, but tonight he felt a bit drunker than he thought his friends seemed. That, or they were as drunk as him, and he was simply more distracted than usual. He rarely sought out opportunities to ogle their paws without their noticing, but he couldn't resist stealing a glance here and there. Tonight seemed different though. Aiden was hard to ignore. His sweat shorts and tank did little to hide his fitness, and his fur smelled delightful after his shower earlier, like teak and jasmine and something else, not to mention his normal Aiden smell. Andy took a few moments to admire that despite his frequent bone-headedness, Aiden took great care in grooming himself: his shamelessly long mane-care routine, his impeccable choice of fur shampoo, and even his paws, which had caught the bulk of Andy's attention tonight. The claws were always trimmed and filed, and his pads were smooth and nice to look at, and by all accounts, soft, though Andy hadn't tested that one himself. Maybe he merely imagined them to be soft, but they seemed supple enough to him as we watched Aiden fiddle with them through the evening, occasionally taking care of an itch or giving them a few squeezes and kneads to relieve pressure. Andy tried his best to not to get distracted so he could follow the show, which was indeed very enthralling, but after six or seven or eight beers it slowly became harder to fully focus on one or the other.

Ben's paws on the other hand had remained in those purple socks throughout movie night, or, anime night, but still, Andy had seen them plenty of times before, and he was thinking of what they looked like bare. If anything, them being obscured by socks only drove Andy a little more mad, letting his imagination embellish what he already knew to be nice looking paws. Like Aiden's, they were well taken care of, somehow or another, with plush, matte, dark pads sticking out of his pale fur. Andy didn't know if his friends had exceptional genes or if they really did pay a good deal of attention to their respective paws, or a bit of both, even. He hoped the latter to be true, just because he thought it adorable.

Andy gave his own paws a quick squeeze, pleased with how he kept care of them, and uncrossed them before standing up as the action on screen lulled for a moment, wobbling a bit as he found his balance. "Gotta pee!"

"Good luck," his friends replied.

In the bathroom, Andy stood above the toilet and stared at his cock a bit to intimidate it, hoping it would shrink a little after spending too much time thinking about the four paws that had surrounded him on the couch. After some concentration he was able to aim better and took care of business.

When he returned to the couch he found that Aiden was gone and Ben slouched down and stretched his legs out over the couch instead of the ottoman. He heard Andy shuffling over and said, "Aiden had to pee too. He went downstairs." He scooted back a bit and bent his legs so his paws were flat on the cushion beside him, instead of stretched out into the corner of the sectional, giving Andy room to sit in his spot again. Andy felt slightly nervous at the prospect of having Ben's socked paws directly to his left, though he was sure Ben wouldn't mind if he rested an arm or hand on top of them. That turned out not to be an issue. After Andy sat down and got comfortable, Ben stretched his legs out and flexed his toes with a yawn, before setting his calves down over Andy's lap and crossing his purple paws. "You said they smell good right? Or, at least, don't smell bad, right?" he asked with an innocent smile.

Andy looked at the leopard and quickly looked back at the TV. "Oh! Yeah, they're totally fine," he said with as much normalcy as he could muster.

"Well, then would you mind taking my socks off? They feel kinda hot." He scrunched his toes a couple times to accentuate his point.

Oh boy. Andy felt thankful that the lights were dimmed to hide his blush, and that he had adjusted everything in his pants before leaving the bathroom. "Sure." He held one of Ben's paws softly and once again admired his plush socks. Hot they were indeed. Warm, that is. Andy tugged his sock at the toe, to little avail. They were a bit tight, so he opted instead to pull it down from the top. Once free, Ben wiggled his toes again, relishing the cool air, and a new wave of manly, leopardy smell gently found its way to Andy's nose. Oh. Ooh boy. Andy could hardly recall a time he had blushed so hard, felt so hot and embarrassed in his cheeks. He did his best to keep his hands from trembling as he slipped Ben's other sock off, and did his best not to hold both of them up against his snout. He tossed the socks behind him and laid his hands down on Ben's spotted shins in his lap. Surely he can tell I'm freaking out. But Ben seemed fully satisfied with letting his paws breathe and had already devoted his attention back to KATANA BLADE, once he had softly said, "Thanks Andrew." Feeling rather bold, Andy reached over with a finger and scratched at Ben's furry sole, fishing for some ticklish reaction, but he had none. In fact, he barely seemed to notice, and rocked his paws together ever so slightly to the beat of the score playing on the TV.

Andy reached forward to distract himself with more beer, and was disheartened when the bottle met his lips, recalling that he had just finished it off before heading to the bathroom. Not soon after the sound of a lion jumping two steps at a time thudded up the stairs, and Aiden appeared, letting out a sharp breath. He raised an eyebrow at Andy and pointed towards him. "What's that?" he asked.

"Uhh..." Andy felt accused and bashful, and, slightly, drunkenly confused.

"Ugh, fiiine," Aiden replied. "I'll get you a new beer, you don't have to cry about it. Quit waving that empty bottle around, you'll put your eye out." Aiden walked back to the couch to clean up a few bottles from the floor and took the bottle from Andy's hand. He then noticed the new arrangement on the couch and whistled. "Gettin' comfy, boys?" Andy's face flushed again, somehow, and Aiden started back towards the kitchen, not listening for an answer.

"Oh, Andy was just about to give my paws a little rub. They're sore from lifting stuff in the garage." Andy turned to look at Ben, perhaps a little more wide-eyed than he meant. Ben smiled sweetly, and nonchalantly went back to watching the show. His toes wiggled yet again, this time seemingly begging for attention.

What is happening? But before Andy could even think of thinking up an answer to that question, he noticed his hands sliding down Ben's ankles and grabbing hold of his paws, his fingers squeezing down on the sides of the cat's arches, sliding slowly and firmly up towards his pads. Ben let out a contented sigh. Andy put all attention on the paw nearest him, using both his hands to squeeze and pull up Ben's sole until he reached those dark pads. They were as soft as he had anticipated: firm in a masculine kind of way, but tender. He pushed with his fingers into the ball of Ben's paw, and slid his thumbs down across the tops of his toes. That got another sigh out of Ben, and Andy couldn't help but grin like an idiot, in spite of whatever embarrassment was still flushing across his face. He bit his lip for a moment out of joy, but when he heard Aiden digging around in the fridge and shut the door, he tried to compose himself a bit.

Aiden passed out beers to his two friends before coming at last back to his spot on the right. He swatted at Ben's paws a bit and said "Shoo!" to make room. The snow leopard straightened up a bit and sat back, so that now his paws were directly in Andy's lap.

Dangerous territory. Andy tried in vain to distract himself with beer again, but his drunkenness was not helping the situation, and his cock had been swelling steadily for a couple minutes now, despite his best attempts. He kept sipping here and there, disregarding the drinking rules on the board, until he felt Ben's paw scratching gently at his arm. Andy thought that maybe he was just idly swinging his paws again, but then the scratches turned to taps, which steadily got more adamant until Andy put down his beer and grabbed hold of Ben's paws again. He reached for the toes this time, giving each one gentle little squeezes and the smallest of circular rubs.

He ran his thumbs over the tops of Ben's toes, and kneaded down into the balls of his pads and his supple, fuzzy soles. He reached down for the heels, holding them in one hand and squeezing around the edges with his other. He started lightly scratching up Ben's soles, since he didn't appear to be too ticklish earlier. "Scratch a little harder?" Ben asked politely, and Andy obliged, eliciting another blissful sigh. But at this Aiden seemed to finally take notice of what was happening, and suddenly became much more interested.

"Whoa now, what's this?" he asked, sounding more betrayed than apprehensive, yet Andy froze all the same. "What the hell! You guys aren't even watching the show!" He turned and put his arm on the back on the couch to better face and accost the fox. "This fucker gets free paw rubs and I don't?" he said, jabbing a finger at Ben, who was much too busy enjoying his massage to listen to a whiny Aiden. "Not cool dude. And I worked out today and shit!" He scoffed and twirled his hand sassily. "And I'm all clean and stuff too!" he added, after thinking for a moment. "Haven't you seen me messing with my paws all night?" Andy was not about to answer that question. "They hurt! Why don't I get a massage too?"

"I, um."

"Yeah, that's what I thought." And apparently that was permission enough. Aiden spun and laid back with his arms behind his head where his paws used to be at the end of his part of the sectional, awkwardly looking over his shoulder at the TV. He pushed away with his paws until he found a position he liked, and clumsily shoved his paws into Andy's lap, which was already rather occupied.

If Andy had felt embarrassed before, it was nothing compared to the chagrin he felt now. His head shrank down into his hoodie, his ears laid almost flat against his head, and his face burned hotter than ever. When Aiden had pushed his paws into Andy's lap, his and Ben's paws had almost sandwiched Andy's erection, which was hardly ignorable. He wasn't huge, but big enough as foxes go, and his shorts weren't the most effective shield against a pair of lion paws with an agenda. But, even as Andy sat there trying to disappear, the cats seemed not to react, and kept watching their beloved anime. Thank God they're drunk, Andy thought, as they adjusted their four paws to better fit in one lap.

Andy cautiously reached out to Aiden's paws and picked one, squeezing it up its length, drawing out a similar sigh and smile from the lion that he had got from the leopard just a few minutes earlier. Andy couldn't believe his luck, not just with avoiding detection, but with the pair of pairs of big soft paws in his lap, his to play with at his leisure. Seeing Aiden melt into the couch was more than enough to help Andy finally relax, and enjoy the tender paws he was massaging. In his satisfaction he failed to notice the looks Aiden exchanged with Ben.

Andy used all the same tricks: tiny squeezes on toe pads, purposeful kneading on the balls, and slow, firm strokes up Aiden's soles. He tried rubbing small circles on Aiden's pads too, running his thumbs up the sides of his soles and through his arches, making sure to occasionally give Ben's paws some squeezes and strokes so he wouldn't feel left out.

After more than an episode's worth of massaging, Aiden yawned and stretched his arms out, letting out a little mewl and pointing his paws down, pushing his toes into Andy's tummy, all of which the fox found to be adorable and sexy as hell. "Hey Andy?" Aiden inquired, with an uncharacteristic politeness.

"Mm. Yes?" he replied, blissfully unaware of the satisfied smirk on his own face.

"This really isn't a great position, it's kinda murdering my neck. I really appreciate these rubs though... Do you think I could come sit where you are, and maybe, I don't know, can you sit on the floor for a minute, if you don't mind?" Playfully he grabbed at Andy's fingers with his toes.

"Oh! Yeah, for sure! I was just thinking that you looked a little uncomfy." And just like that Andy was on the floor, cross-legged, leaning against the ottoman, with his friends the cats sitting much more comfortably in much more regular positions on the couch.

"Thanks, Andy. You're the best." Ben rumbled, looking down at his friend and tapping his chest lovingly with a paw. Andy's tail tried to wag behind him, but was mostly halted by the ottoman.

"What are friends for, right?"

"Paw rubs!" Aiden answered with a slight slur, and he pushed both his paws at Andy, nuzzling his chin with the tops of his toes. Andy closed his eyes and smiled like a goofball, relishing the soft fur and fresh, manly scent of clean paws. He reached up and grabbed them so he could resume rubs, but Ben pushed them out of the way with a paw of his own. Aiden yielded and set his paws in Andy's lap for the time being, and Andy went to work kneading the leopard's tired pads. Ben felt like nuzzling Andy too, so he stroked the side of his muzzle with a toe and the fox giggled, nuzzling back into the cat's paw while he massaged the other.

"You said they smell good, right?" Ben asked mischievously.

"Mm... yeah." Andy answered, barely hearing the question, if he heard it at all. Consciously or not he took that as some kind of permission, and before he realized it his nose was searching around under the leopard's soles and near his toes, taking soft, long sniffs. They didn't smell as strong as they must have right when he took Ben's socks off, but it was still obvious that his paws had been cooped up all day, and Andy loved the manly scent of sweat and feline musk that clung to his pads and the downy fur that fluffed around them.

He might not have ever stopped if he didn't suddenly feel one lion paw plop down on his shoulder and another step down lightly on his crotch. Again Andy froze, but as he stared up at the cats with wide eyes and anxiously pursed lips, he saw only Ben and Aiden watching the show they loved so dearly. "Keep rubbing," Ben urged, and Andy obeyed. Yet the second leopard paw remained planted in Andy's face, and he had no choice but to keep smelling his friend. At once, Aiden pulled Andy's body closer with his propped up paw and stepped down carefully with his other, twisting his paw ever so slightly and making Andy whimper.

Oh shit. They know exactly what they're doing, Andy finally realized. How long have they known? Did they just find out? But Andy didn't have much time to contemplate as his train of thought was interrupted. Suddenly Ben brought his other paw to Andy's face, as did Aiden, who left a paw grinding over the fox's cock below his shorts. Andy whined. It was almost too much. All he could smell were the cats' paws. Toes and pads pushing over his nose and lips, sliding down the sides of his muzzle, soles gliding on his cheeks and over his eyes and ears, heels touching his jaw and neck. He groped for ankles and calves and the tops of paws, not grabbing them but attempting to guide and coax them, and most importantly feel them.

Andy could now get a better idea of the scent of Aiden's paws, which weren't as strong as Ben's, having been washed not too long ago. Still, there was a lingering sense of Aiden's musk left under the unobtrusive smell of his shampoo, which was manly and delicious itself. His paws smelled much less of sweat and had more of an earthy note. It was hard for Andy to pin down. All he knew was that he loved it, all of it.

Aiden grabbed at Andy's nose and gave it a playful tug, and stepped a little harder with his other paw, but inadvertently bent the fox's cock at an uncomfortable angle. Andy quickly reached down with both hands, adjusting his friend's paw but keeping them down between his legs. He gave the paw a quick squeeze and rub down, feeling the lion's squishy paw pads and silky fur, moving now up to his ankles and calves, admiring the defined, angled muscles beneath his fur. He slid a hand back down again, along his shins and down to the top of Aiden's paw, gripping it slightly and pushing it down once more upon his groin. Slowly he made up a rhythm, and began rocking his hips up into the lion's paw, now using both hands to carefully guide Aiden's steps. Aiden gave Andy's bulge a couple squeezes with his toes, drawing out a short series of barely audible pants.

Aiden stuck his paw up the bottom of Andy's hoodie, splaying his toes on the fox's soft tummy before moving his second paw up underneath as well, and with both paws Aiden began to slip the hoodie up, until his toes were pressed into Andy's chest with his shirt bunched up over the tops of his paws. Andy finished the job, ripping his sweatshirt off as fast as he could, reluctant to pull away from Ben's heady paws. Once he had flung the useless garment away somewhere he grabbed at Ben's paws again, kneading the soles with his thumbs and pressing his nose down between the thick, dark pads.

There was plenty going through Andy's head, mostly Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, but it soon occurred to him that while the leopard's paws smelled and felt perfect, he had yet to try licking them. He panted for a while more, rather uncontrollably, and started lapping tentatively at the supple fur of his friend's sole, which tasted a little like Ben but mostly like fur, and so gave a few bolder licks at the leopard's pad instead. It tasted like sweat and skin, but when combined with the scent under his toe pads it drove Andy a little crazy. He screwed up his face and a moan escaped from him unexpectedly. Aiden took his paws off of his friend's bulge and moved them up, pressing his pads into Andy's chest, and stroking it, and touching his collar bone and sliding his soles over the fox's neck. Without realizing it Andy gripped his bulge himself, now that the leopard's paws were gone, and started stroking and squeezing and grinding. Now he was lapping at Ben's pads without reservation, holding his leg at the ankle and steering it around so he could sniff and lick anywhere, everywhere, while Ben's free paw stroked the side of Andy's muzzle.

Ben pushed both paws now into the fox's face, covering his nose with toes and sliding his soles around his friend's lips. Andy was licking sloppily now, and his whines were getting more frequent. His bare chest was still being rubbed by lion paws, until Aiden kicked Andy's hand away, regaining control of the fox's cock. He stepped down and slid his soles down the length of his shaft, slowly, over and over, edging the helpless fox, who winced. He opened his eyes for the first time in a while and found Aiden grinning devilishly, and Ben with his head thrown back and his hand on his shorts, thoroughly enjoying the licks and rubs he was being treated to.

Aiden continued pulling and stroking, harder, and slower, and raised his other paw in the air. He whistled at Andy and pointed at the paw he was presenting, splaying his pink toes slightly. It was far enough in front of the fox's face that Andy had to lean forward to lick it, abandoning Ben's paws for a moment. The snow leopard sighed and accepted his break from licks, though Andy indulged him with more paw rubs. Andy started lapping at Aiden's displayed paw, slowly at first, enjoying the change of taste and smell. Aiden groaned and closed his eyes, the smirk on his face melting into something more lustful. He quickened his pace on the fox's cock ever so slightly, trying to squeeze more moans and whines out of his smaller friend.

It worked. Andy let out a tiny squeal and Aiden couldn't help but giggle, and teased his friend with another squeeze with his toes. Fuck. What if he makes me cum? It seemed there was no way Andy could be embarrassed by anything at this point, yet that seemed like a scary boundary to cross, not that he was going to stop it from happening. He had resisted the urge to take his cock out, not knowing how Ben and Aiden would react, not to mention his hands had been full for nearly the entire time he was on the floor. Regardless, Aiden seemed to have things under control, and Andy could feel a release building up. As if by reading his mind and playing some cruel joke Aiden pulled both his paws back, hovering them in the air and leaving Andy's cock and tongue jilted. Andy's ears dropped and he gave a worried look to his friend.

"Down," Aiden commanded.

"What?"

"Lie down. Now." He pointed at the floor below his paws.

"Oh." Andy did as he was instructed and turned to lay down, along the length of the couch, with the cats on his left. Soon his view of the world was eclipsed by Aiden's paws and he closed his eyes again, moaning. Aiden tapped on Ben's leg, and the snow leopard scooted closer, so that the cats were side by side. As Aiden pushed his paws down across Andy's throat and muzzle yet again, Ben stroked the fox's bare belly with a paw of his own, resting his other on the twitching bulge. When he heard Andy squeak in response he started trying to figure out how to play with it, carefully but firmly drawing his soles across his friend's dick, perpendicularly, almost rolling it back and forth. Andy was already so close, just moments away from cumming before he had laid down, and there was so much stimulation to contend with: the paws on his face and nose and tongue, the paw gently caressing his exposed tummy, and the paw rocking steadily on his cock, edging him. Edging him ever closer, closer, so close...

Andy's legs seized up and his toes curled. He pushed his hips up into Ben and grabbed at Aiden's calves and ankles, feeling the lion's muscles tense up and relax as he stroked at Andy's snout with those supple pads. He panted all over them, trying his best to keep licking as a wave of euphoria swept across his body. He moaned and whined louder than he had all night, unable to constrain himself. The fur under his waistband was hot and sticky now, and his body went limp with a sigh, and for a moment the four paws kept fondling the fox before they reluctantly let up.

"Hey, Andy?" Aiden asked, craning down at his huffing friend.

"Uh."

"Why don't you go get cleaned up real quick yeah?" he said, winking and smirking. He wiped off a bit of spit from the fox's muzzle and patted him on the head.

"Yeah... good idea." He slowly rose, like waking up from a good dream, and stumbled to the bathroom, dizzy. He turned on the light and winced at it, and looked at himself in the mirror. What just happened? he thought, still much too drunk for critical thinking. He checked out his face and wiped away some errant drops of spittle, and splashed a bit of warm water in his face, a vain attempt to get the smell of saliva and paws out of his fur. He stripped down to nothing and was impressed by the huge mess that clung to his hip and groin, and did his best to towel it away with some cold water. The fox dried up and dug around in Ben's room, finding a pair of shorts he could cinch up to fit his smaller waist.

When he returned to the living room he found his cats enraptured by a colorful fight scene on screen. He nervously eked forward until they could see him, and they turned to face him, grinning like conniving kid brothers who had just caught him doing something against the rules. He blushed once more and laid his ears back, but Aiden disarmed him with a giggle and patted the empty spot beside him. Andy sat down, but before long the lion suddenly grabbed at the fox's ankles, and Andy yelped in surprise. Aiden roughly swung the fox's legs into the laps of the two cats.

"What's-- ooh..." he cooed, as his friends each picked a paw of his and started rubbing. He sighed and closed his eyes and slid down a bit, melting into the couch, a contented smile stretching across his muzzle. The rubs were a bit clumsy, but adorably they were employing some of the same techniques Andy had used on them earlier.

The small fox was rather tuckered out, and didn't say much if anything before falling asleep, but as he drifted off, he heard Ben whisper, "he is so spoiled."