"Well then, lackey!" Jackson proclaimed gleefully. "The king intends to go for a ride. Saddle the royal mount!"
A cold shiver run down Limon's spine, that let his yellow fur stand on end. "N-no... Please! Not this, Jackson!"
In anger the bear reached down and grabbed the fennec's huge ears with his powerful grip to yank on them. "For you it's 'your highness'!" he sneered between Limon's whining. "And now get down on all fours!"
In order to get the bear to desist from his sensitive ears, Limon complied. Fearful of Jackson's weight, which he would come to feel any moment now, the fox breathed heavily, while he shakily stood on his arms and knees in front of him. And it indeed didn't take long for the king to mount his noble steed. The bear positioned one of his stocky legs on either side of the cowering fox body and then simply sat down on Limon's scraggy back. The poor squirt groaned under the tremendous load, "Rrghh... t-to heavy... g-get off!" but Jackson didn't care in the slightest. And all Limon could think of now, was how Jackson's massive body would crush him on the floor, if he were to collapse now.
"Onwards, my noble steed!" Jackson cheered as he took hold of Limon's handy fennec ears as if they were reins and at the same time lifted his paws off the ground to let the fox carry his entire weight. He could feel the back under his massy butt sag and also noticed Limon's struggle to hold him up. His pathetic effort brought a content smile to Jackson's large, ursine face as he drew in the reins and ordered, "Carry me over to your bed!"
Moaning heavily under the enormous strain, Limon did his best to move forward, though the fat boy on his back made this near impossible. Inch by inch he crawled towards his bed, which stood at the other side of the room. "Hrgn... Gah! P-please, your h-highness..." he wheezed as the immense pain in his shoulders forced him to halt halfway through. "Your steed is... Urgh! E-e-exhausted..."
Jackson pulled hard on Limon's tormented ears, whereupon Limon yelped in pain. "Nonsense!" the bear laughed. "We're almost there. And now move faster!" To reinforce his command, he bend his hefty paws sideways, slightly lifted his thick legs and then kicked his heels down into Limon's frail flanks as if he wore spurs.
"Argh! Hgnn..." the fennec whined, trembling and staggering as the pang let him sink to his elbows.
"Do I have to give you another one?" Jackson asked menacingly.
While still in pain, the fox quickly straightened himself. "N-no! No, please don't! I'm moving, I'm moving!" Limon promised and struggled on, until he eventually reached the bed with the last of his strength. Still loaded with Jackson, Limon couldn't straighten his back and thus came closer and closer to the floor until, in his miserable position, his knees finally skid. Using the last of his strength, the small fennek strained his entire body to its max and shakily stood on his hindpaws to prevent the bear, riding on him, to bury him alive. Limon was on the verge of collapsing, but then – Finally! – Jackson descended from him. The tiny fox sighed heavily in relief and slumped to the ground in exhaustion. It felt incredibly good to be able to stretch his back again, even if his arms and legs still trembled from the exertion. It took Limon a few moments to catch his breath.
Meanwhile Jackson took a seat on his host's bed, which squeaked and creaked under him as he leaned back. After a short while he snapped his fingers. "Limon! My poor paws are terribly sore after this taxing ride. Be a good servant for your king and massage them!" the bear ordered in a disdainful tone.
Intimidated by Jackson's enormous weight and fearing to feel it again if he were to disobey, the poor, little desert fox decided it would be for the best to just do what was asked of him. He simply wouldn't be able to carry the bear for just one more second! With a groan Limon picked himself up to sit in front of his self-proclaimed king's noble paws, which lazily dangled from the edge of the bed. Hesitantly he lifted his tiny hands to grab one of the colossal bear paws before him. It was heavy and one could practically feel its savage power! The black sole was like one big, plump pad, into which Limon pressed his fingers. The thick skin felt slightly rough and dry, the fox noticed as he began to massage the monster. And some dust and dirt also still clung to it and the surrounding fur.
"Good fox..." the bear chuckled while his paws got pampered.
Limon ignored the remark. Instead he tried to focus on his demeaning task to keep the bear happy. If he had to massage Jackson's paws for the rest of the day, until he would finally took his leave, he would do it. It was humiliating, but still far better than having to play the riding animal for this obese jerk! So he continued to rub the humongous soles thoroughly. He kneaded the pudgy skin and pressed his short fingers into the fuzzy and slightly sweaty spaces between his meaty toes, before he encompassed and kindly squeezed them.
Jackson savored the treatment for a while. He enjoyed to push others around like this and Limon turned out to be the perfect victim! He was small, weak and, the best of all, he didn't dare to tell his parents. He could literally do everything he wanted with the fennec. And he already had a new idea!
