"Hi, Mrs. Y! Is Limon home?” the bear boy asked cheerful as the older fennec lady opened the door for him. "We wanted to do homework together.”
The vixen greeted the visitor with a warm smile. "Hello, Jackson. Limon is upstairs in his room. You know the way, right?” she said and asked the sturdy lad in, that meanwhile even towered far above her.
"Sure, thanks, Mrs. Y!” the bear grinned, before going up the stairs.
In his room Limon sat on his desk right now and pondered over a thick book, while he scribbled down some notes for the upcoming test. His huge fennec ears twitched suddenly when he heard someone coming up the stairs. Someone with heavy steps! His golden yellow fur bristled and he turned just in time to see Jackson enter. The deviously smiling bear, as usual, locked the door behind him, though said nothing. Instead he merely snapped his fingers and then pointed to the floor in front of him.
Grudgingly, but without objections, Limon rose from his chair, went over to Jackson and then slowly laid down on his back right before his massive paws. Awaiting the inevitable, the fennec swallowed hard while he pulled the shirt over his head to expose his white belly.
Casually Jackson stepped onto the fox's tiny stomach to wipe his paws on it. Since the two boys came to know each other a long way back, the bear had grown quite a bit. And also got much, much heavier! Limon, however, merely grew an inch or two. The difference in size between the two unlike species was now more evident than ever before. A fact that Limon came to feel in all its vividness right now!
The bear's heavy paws sank deep into his weak, yielding stomach and crushed it flat. "Hurgh...” Limon whimpered when Jackson lifted one foot up after he had dragged it over the desert fox's fluffy, white belly fur. It soon came back before the second one repeated the motion. Waves of pain rushed through Limon's belly and chest as the bear's weight shifted from leg to leg time and time again, while he wiped his soles thoroughly on the poor fennec. His clean, white fur was already full of dust and dirt.
Meanwhile, Limon was used to this kind of treatment. Over time it became a regular thing for Jackson to use and humiliate him in this or similar ways. Limon had to accept that the bear was the stronger one. And experience has taught him that it was easier for him to simply obey Jackson, even if this sometimes (or rather said always) meant that he had to endure indignities and pain.
"Argh! Ugh...” the nipper groaned softly, while he bravely submitted himself to today's repressive measure. He could never quite get used to this enormous weight, no matter how often Jackson had stood on him. This unbelievable, back-breaking weight only a bear could have!
When Jackson was done to abuse Limon as his personal doormat, he simply kept standing on the boy's compressed stomach for a bit longer. The small fennec whimpered pathetically below his merciless paws and the bear listened calmly as Limon slowly run out of air. Unappreciative he spread his big, strong toes on the wimpy body underneath him and received a pleading moan from the fox when he pressed his claws into his flank with all his might. Having his victim under control like this was just too good! "Say the words, Limon!” he demanded at length.
While suffering torments Limon recited Jackson's doctrine – the very lesson the bear had hammered into him since the first day they met – with a gasping voice, "Bears are, hugh… naturally bigger, stronger and smarter than f-foxes… that means, argh! …bears are superior to foxes by nature. And thus it’s only natural if… Hrrg! …if I t-treat you with the respect a superior d-deserves. In fact, gah! You’re so much b-better than me… that I should treat you like a k-king…”
"Damn right, Limon. Damn right...” Jackson chuckled as he took a step forward and got off of the poor fennec. "Never forget this!”
