[b]Table[/b]


I can't see the clock, my eyes are blindfolded, so I don't know how long it's been exactly, but it's been long. Easily over an hour now, if not two since I was left alone. My knees hurt, by back even more. The restrains that hold my elbows together behind my back at least allow me to keep my arms at ease somewhat, contrary to the rest of my body, which has to maintain this pose.

Today I serve as a table. On my knees, I'm balancing a table top on my head, shoulders and my tied elbows. The hardwood is pretty heavy on my neck and there's a sore spot growing on the back of my head. The rest of my body is tied up as well, to look neat. My thighs are strapped to my ankles to prevent me from standing - tables don't walk. My wrists are tied together as well and I have to clench my fingers to keep them warm. The collar I'm always wearing, got attached to a pole. With it, I can neither raise, nor lower to relief some strain, it keeps me firmly in position. And of course I'm gagged. No one needs a talking table! Thankfully with just a ball gag this time. Master omitted a throat gag today, since he was leaving the house. He's so kind. I'm a fortunate piece of furniture to be owned by such a caring man!

Naturally I was put to use before master left. I can't see a one of the things that lay atop me, but I memorized them all. The table lamp is the heaviest object. It's got a thick porcelain base, so it's thankfully relatively easy to balance. Based on the soft shine I can make out under the lower edge of my blind, it's switched on. Master's book "Carrot and Stick" rests right at the edge of my table top. It's got a smooth cover, so I have to be careful not to tilt too much and let it slip. The TV remote and the house telephone rest together in a small, decorative wicker tray. Then there is the heavy marble ashtray that's only used by guests. Master doesn't smoke. I cleaned it this very morning and now it's sitting at the back end of the table top, making it slightly difficult to balance between it and the book.

The most precarious object resting on me, though, is a glass of water. It's relatively full and tall besides. I must not let it tip over! It could damage the remote and phone and ruin the book, master is so invested with. Not to mention he would return to a wet carpet and possibly even shattered glass. I can't allow that! I'm a table. A table's one and only purpose is to hold the things placed on it, safe and unscathed. I must be reliable. Master shall have trust in me!

It's a bit cold in nothing but my fur, the heater is on the other side of the room, though I don't mind. I enjoy to look pretty for my master and appeal to his eyes. Who would want an ugly table in their house?

The sound of keys in the front door's lock, make my tail wag, the only part of my body not bound. Though I command it to calm down. Tables don't get excited when their owners return, they just do their duty!

He walks in, his heavy footsteps coming in my direction and I can't help but perk my ears. I wish profoundly he would commend me for my service, be proud of his trustworthy sidetable. Though master remained still. Of course he did. No one would be proud of a piece of furniture for doing what it was made for!

He tosses his keys into the wicker basket, puts his wallet down and then picks up the glass to drink. It fills me with excitement to be there for him. To serve him. Nothing feels better than to be used by my master. The long wait, the sore knees, the ache in my spine are all worth it for this moment! Keep still, tail!

The empty glass comes down on me again and master picks up his book. I make no sound and stay as still as I can, when he walks over to the couch, even though I can't deny the desperate wish to be allowed to leave this rather taxing pose and serve my owner in a different way. Though of course I will remain his loyal, reliable table for as long as he needs me to!

My wishes and needs are irrelevant. Serving master always comes first!





[b]Boar Belly[/b]


"Uhrg... Ahh!" meekly Limon groaned when the massive butt slowly settled on his midsection. His stomach was outright flattened by the fat boar, filling him with warmth and pain. This guy didn't just look heavy, he was heavy! "Guh!" Awkwardly the tiny fennec twitched against the compressed mattress as he exhaled and relaxed his abs to surrender his body fully to the swine. It hurt to breath. Hurt to lay still and do nothing. It hurt to accommodate these two absolutely gigantic ass cheeks on his wiry frame like a lifeless pillow. It was perfect!

"Comfortable?" he asked, reaching for the fox's arms. Without waiting for an answer, the boar pulled Limon up, bent the slender body around his oppulent curves and finally forced the fox's face against his hairy belly, while he held Limon's arms taut at his sides with barely any effort. "Go on then!"

The strain on his spine and ribs made Limon gasp as he involuntarily hugged the man's giant gut. Not just heavy, but strong too. And terribly well-equipped! The fox could feel his massive pig balls resting snugly against his lower chest. As if two squishy melons were trapped between them. Was this how this guy's underpants felt? The poor garment!

"Hgn-hfff..." With all his strength, Limon forced his tongue out and pressed it against the boar's hairy stomach. The dark skin was taut and warm, but also supple. "Nhg..." With a bout of disgust he dragged his tongue over the piliferous surface, feeling all those manly, curly stomach hairs brush over his tongue in great detail. He licked again, hoping that the humble gesture would grant his stretched arms some slack, but the boar held them painfully taut, making sure that Limon's face couldn't leave his body.

A dirty chuckle resonated in the pig's chubby chest as the affection slightly tickled him. "Yeah, that's it... Make papa feel good!"

And again Limon passionately dragged his poor tongue over the hairy gut, tracing its tremenduous curves. "Ha-ahh..." He felt fine hairs cling to his tongue, whenever it left the boar's hide. It was gross. And the fox swallowed everything down! "Ghmrr!"

"You know, you love it!" the pig taunted, pulling the lightweight fox even firmer against his hot body, while sitting on his stomach. Limon squeaked adorably as he crushed his ribs. "Now worship me properly, boy!"

Wheezing already, the fennec didn't waste any time, parted his quivering lips and squeezed his tiny tongue firmly into the boar's deep, fleshy navel. With his muzzle open he exhaled against the gut, while his tongue prodded inside the deep, hairy pit. He found something there, small, roundish, soft: Lint! "Uhrgh...!" Nauseated he picked at the nasty object that tasted worse the wetter it got under his tongue. Eventually he managed to free the fuzz, slurped it out of the boar's navel and forced himself to swallow. Completely humiliated by what he just did, Limon shoved his tongue right back into that hole to french kiss it.

"Hmm, yeah... Papa likes this!" he chuckled, releasing the fox's arms slightly to take a peek between their bodies. His massive corkscrew dick was hard and twitching eagerly just beneath Limon's chin. "Maybe even a bit too much..."

"Ah-huff..." The fox groaned in a mix of relieve and pain when his upper body was lowered down on the mattress again. God, that pig weighed a ton! "Nrgh! Wait!" Limon complained when the man on top of him moved. Clumsily the boar scooted forth, heaving his massive ass out of Limon's flattened stomach to bring it down on his scrawny chest. "Gharrgh!" The weight was unbearble, though thankfully the fennec didn't have to endure it for long. Before the boar eventually slid off of his crushed body, Limon got a pair of sweaty, absolutely massive nuts slapped into his face and dragged over his head. Panting weakly, he peered up and found the man turn to face him. His dick was hard and imposing.

"That was a nice foreplay," the pig said as he came down onto his knees. Idly he let his musky cock flop against Limon's nose. "But now papa wants to use that cute muzzle of yours. Open up!"





[b]Litter Bearer[/b]


With bowed heads the four bengal foxes waited on their hands and knees for their master's arrival, one of them besides each carrying pole of the litter. It was a noble construct of the finest wood, the softest fabrics and richly decorated with gold plating and jewels. A broad throne, velvety padded, stood on a large platform. Above it a costly canopy to shield it's rider from the sun.

The four man tasked with moving the litter, looked a lot less pompous, though. They were simple servants. Besides their uniform, sandy-brown fur, they only wore a simple, white dhoti, adorned with a deep blue cummerbund, embroidered with their master's crest. They also wore sandals, though more to protect their soles from pebbles on the road to ensure a smooth ride, rather than for fashion.

Eventually the estate's doors opened and the nobleman along with his entourage sauntered down the steps. Guards, his steward, servants, eye candy. Most of them would accompany the elephant on his trip. He was currently arranging some details with the house's head servant to be prepared for his return later today. At the end of the rather one-sided conversation, the imposing man, clad in colorful silk and hung head to toe with gold, had reached his humble vehicle.

The elephant's gaze fell left on one of the servants waiting to carry him. "You, I need a step," he commanded, then continued his way towards the litter as if a stepping stone magically had appeared.

The little servant swallowed in awe, though knew what was expected of him. "Of course, master," he acknowledged with a bow, then quickly crawled forward and huddled down beside the litter's chair to offer his back as the desired tool. "Argh... Ghmrrrgh!"

Without regard for the much smaller fox beneath his feet, Lord Chaidya set his large, round foot on the slender back and used the fox to mount the litter. Elephants were big, strong and heavy, especially the later was the case, when they were wealthy enough to eat well, and Lord Chaidya was very wealthy! His immense weight bend the vulpine's spine like a stretchy rope, up to the point where the poor boy began to whine in pain. Before long his chest touched the cobbled court and was crushed. It was but one, single step for the master, saving him from the effort of having to raise his knee two hand-widths higher to reach the litter, though for the pitiful bengal fox, it was the beginning of a lengthy recovery as the pachyderm's foot dislocated his ribs with dull, popping sounds.

Once Lord Chaidya stepped off of him to take a seat, the servant gasped with pain and failed to suck air into his crushed lungs. The lord's steward snapped his fingers and two grim looking tigers stepped forth from the entourage to drag the injured fox off. Within seconds he was replaced by another bengal fox servant, who had been in attendance for such an occasion. There were a few more at disposal still!

The steward clasped his hands and accompanied by a quartet of grunting and gasping foxes, the litter and it's overweight occupant were raised in the air with tremendous effort. Lord Chaidya waited until the four servants held him firmly, panting from the strain, then he raised his hand. "Wait. Put me down again." Of course no one dared to tut at the needless effort the servant foxes were put through, not even they self. They simply did as told, went down on their knees and bent their backs painfully far until the liter stood on the ground again. "Quarin, come here and join me," the lord said, waving for one of his many underlings. "The sun is unbearable today and I could use a breeze."

Immediately a lanky Nilgiri marten approached the litter, bowed deeply to the elephant with a submissive, "I am at your service, Lord Chaidya," and then stepped onto the vehicle behind the throne to fan a scented palm branch in order to cool his master off a bit.

"Alright, let's go. We don't want to be late!" the lord announced with a wide grin under his gray trunk. Immediately his servants struggled to raise the now even heavier litter off the ground. Their bodies screamed before the first step was even taken and the carrying poles cut into their shoulders like knifes. Though none of the sweating foxes dared to waver. The penalty for dropping Lord Chaidya was no other than death, after all!

Now, you might ask why such a weighty ruler is carried by a group of small foxes that, together, barely amount to half the weight of what they had to carry? Why not hire some tigers, or bears, or buffaloes for such an arduous and most important task? Well, let's say the mighty Lord Chaidya has an indulgence for seeing the smallest of his loyal subjects toil and moil at his behest. It's such an adorable act of commitment and submission!

"And hurry a bit, you four! The sun is really relentless today."