Author's Note

Contains: Objectification (obviously), treating a stallion like furniture, Blueblood getting what he deserves, it/its pronouns, feet, and a very leaky faucet... the faucet is Blueblood's penis.

Day 2 - Objectification (Flim, Flam, and Blueblood)

Flim Skim quite enjoyed his new footrest.

It was an expensive, exquisite piece that he’d been more than happy to break in for his and his brother’s many uses. Perhaps a bit too rich, but Flim knew well that they could fix that and more. It would only take a bit of effort.

Sanding down the rough edges was their favorite part, after all.

A tastefully pristine, unstained white, the solid fluffy surface of the footrest had just the right amount of give as he pressed his bare feet deeper against it, wiggling his toes with a smug smile.

“O-ough~”

Ah yes, and there was one of those rough edges now. Smug smile turning malicious, Flim glared down at his footrest and clicked his tongue.

“Now now, good footrests are silent.” Flim said with a shake of his head, reaching a hand down to tug the furniture’s black tail. “And your stature is sagging. Fix it.”

The footrest formerly known as ‘Blueblood’ stiffened in more ways than one, biting back a moan as it corrected its posture under Flim’s tortuous soles with a smile. One would think it the perfect footstool after the correction, the only reminder of its former Equinity being the steady drip of precum from its member onto the ground.

But Flim would make it clean the mess when he felt the furniture needed even more humiliation.

Another stallion entered the room, Flam, which made Footstool’s formerly dominant shaft surge at the prospect of being dominated by two stallions now. And gave it a much bigger mess to clean in the near future.

“And how goes our new ‘business venture,’ brother of mine?” Flam smirked, mustache bristling as he fought back a laugh at the royal, princely stallion stripped of title and turned furnishing. “Perhaps it will be much more pliable to our offer now?”

Flim grinned, but stretched out lazily. He crossed his legs, relaxing them onto Footrest and putting his hands smugly behind his head. However, Footrest could feel as he pressed the heels of his large feet deep against it, making it’s sturdy back nearly buckle.

“Ah, perhaps. But don’t you think it could use a bit more training?” Flam said casually, lecherous grins pulling across both his and his brother’s faces. “Hmmm, mayhaps it could introduce us to a few more pieces first.”

“Oh, I feel a few more would certainly tie this room together quite well. A table, perhaps?” Flam suggested. “And a footrest of my own, I pray. We can’t let you have all the fun, after all.”

“Maybe that Fancy Pants and his lovely husband would be the perfect matching set.” Flim agreed, stroking his chin thoughtfully.

As both stallions laughed, Footrest felt its heart flutter and the member between its legs surge yet again.