“Where is he, boy?!” The Sheriff of Nottingham’s deep voice boomed through the bunny’s home, causing Skippy’s fur to stand on end. The large wolf towered over the young lagomorph, his yellow eyes gleaming with malice. 

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Skippy stammered, trying to sound certain of his words. 

The Sheriff snarled and slammed his hand against the wall just next to Skippy’s head, dragging his claws down. They cut into the wood, making the bunny gulp. “Don’t you lie to me! I know Robin Hood’s out in the woods and I know you’ve been out there with him. Now tell me where I can find him and his little Merry Men. Or I’ll burn this place to the ground!” 

Gasps came from the rest of Skippy’s family, all huddled in another corner, too scared to move. Their faces pale and bodies trembling, Skippy knew he couldn’t let them suffer just because of his involvement with Robin Hood. 

Seeing the indecision on Skippy’s face, the Sheriff changed his approach on a dime. “Listen kid. I understand that you’re loyal to your friends and that’s a good thing. But think about your poor family. Look at the trouble you’re causing them. If you tell me where to find Robin and the others I’ll make sure your family is set for life. I’ll give you a pile of coins large enough to buy anything your heart desires. What do you say?” 

Skippy hesitated, torn between his loyalty to Robin Hood and the temptation of a total life change for his family. In the end the promise of wealth and security won out. 

“Fine,” Skippy said, his ears drooping. “I’ll tell you where they are. But you have to swear to leave me and my family alone.” 

The sheriff chuckled and outstretched his hand, making a gesture for the boy to shake it. “Of course, I’m a wolf of my word. No harm will come to any of you. I won’t even ask for taxes.” 

Hearing that sealed the feel for the cottontail. Skippy gave the sheriff the information he wanted. After telling all that he knew, the wolf indeed rewarded him with a large heavy sack of coins. His eyes sparkled when he saw the motherload of shiny golden currency. Even though it was more than he could ever imagine, more than enough for his family to leave Nottingham and leave all of this chaos behind, Skippy felt that he made a terrible mistake. 

“Now there’s just one more thing. I can offer you another bag if you help me one more time…” the sheriff offered.



“Get ready, boys! We’re laying a trap for that pesky fox and his merry men!” The Sheriff's eyes gleamed with triumph as he addressed his men. “And our little bunny here has agreed to lure them out.”

Skippy’s head sank when he heard that. He was going to betray his friends and help the sheriff capture Robin Hood. And for what? A pile of coins that he couldn’t turn away from no matter how strong the guilt was?

Skippy’s paws were trembling when he found and approached Robin in a clearing. They were unaware that he was going to betray them for a second time, already giving away the location of their secret hideout and the names of those associated with the infamous fox. But the promise of more money and the chance to leave everything behind was just enough to keep him going. 

“Robin, I’ve heard something,” Skippy said, doing his best to act as if everything was normal. “There’s a homestead. Not far from here and it’s full of valuables. The owner’s away on some kind of business and it’s just sitting there, unguarded. It’s the perfect place to strike!”

Robin Hood didn’t expect Skippy to encourage him. In fact his enthusiasm was odd. Asking Skippy how he knew of this, the boy explained that he heard it while in the village. That the homestead owner was a nasty guy that bragged about his wealth and used it to torment others. That seemed to convince the fox. He nodded and made plans to gather his mind. Skippy felt that guilt wash over him again as he watched his friend walk out of sight. Thinking again of the money and all it could do helped him push those feelings aside. 

Later on, Robin Hood and his allies arrived at the homestead. Once they got the door open and snuck inside, he and the others were given more than they bargained for. The Sheriff of Nottingham and many guards were lying in wait. Before Robin could call for them to scatter, he was snatched up and knocked out, going limp in a guard’s grip. 

Skippy didn’t know why he came all the way to the homestead, watching the trap be sprung and his friends get caught. He at least hoped they would be treated well in jail. Keeping himself out of sight, the boy watched as they were brought out, all tied together, made to walk their way there. That was until the sheriff suddenly yelled “fire!” From somewhere else in the forest were arrows being shot, coming from all over. They sailed through the air and struck the tied up Merry Men. Skippy nearly shouted out and revealed himself. Covering his mouth, feeling his entire body shaking, the boy gathered enough sense to get away, sneaking through the bushes that concealed him, hoping that he would be able to sleep tonight. Even as he was nearly out of the forest, the shouts of anguish were still echoing, bringing a whole new pain in his chest. 


The Sheriff chuckled as he dragged Robin Hood into the dungeon beneath Nottingham Castle. “Welcome to your new home, fox.” 

Robin, who was awake by now, looked up at the Sheriff, his eyes blazing with anger. “You’ll never get away with this. My men will come for me and when they do-” 

The sheriff then laughed, a cruel even grin spreading across his face. “Ah, the noble Robin Hood. Champion of the downtrodden. Defender of the poor,” he mocked, his voice grating on the thief’s already taut nerves. “Such a pity that yer own little friend, young Skippy, decided to sell ya out for a bag of coins. Two actually.” 

Robin’s heart raced when he heard that. Then he recalled the odd way that Skippy had tipped him off about the homestead, painting it as the perfect place to loot. He didn’t want to believe it but at the same time it also made too much sense. His heart ached just from the thought. Thinking of the bunny boy’s bright, innocent eyes, and the friendship between them. 

“He...sold me out..?” Robin spoke aloud in disbelief. He could feel anger and dismay welling up inside of him. “How could he?” 

The sheriff chuckled as he continued, relishing in the distraught look on the fox’s face. “Yup, that’s the honest truth.” He didn’t try to hide his delight. “But I’m afraid that you won’t be staying here for long. Not only has your little buddy betrayed you, but he also betrayed your entire band of Merry Man. With my archers waiting in the bushes we rounded them up and slew them, one by one.’ 

Robin’s stomach churned as the words echoed through the dungeon. He couldn’t believe it – his closest companions, the family he had created. They were gone. The pain threatened to overwhelm him but he refused to let the sheriff see him weak like that. 

“You lie!” Robin roared, straining against the chains that kept him captive. “There’s now way Skippy would ever do such a thing. I trust him with my life!” 

The Sheriff's face darkened at the challenge, actually becoming serious as he prepared to drive the final nail in Robin’s heart. 

“I’m being honest with you, fox. Skippy was desperate to save his own skin. He offered up all the information as long as I gave him protection and two bags of gold. Can you blame the little guy? Think about it for a moment. A fancy homestead just sitting in the middle of the forest? The owner being away but leaving it all behind? It was perfect. Too perfect. I sent Skippy to lure ya in and you were stupid enough to fall for it.” 

“Liar! Snake!” Robin spat, baring his fangs. “One day we’ll be rid of you and John’s tyranny! It may not be today or tomorrow but I swear to you – I will have my vengeance!” 

The sheriff’s expression then became cold. “John’s not going anywhere. And you won’t be around to get any vengeance. I’m afraid your time has run short,” he said, his eyes piercing and unfeeling. 

“I’ve saved a special punishment for you,” he continued, a vicious smile curling his lips. “And next morning you’ll be presented in front of the prince, for a trial of high treason.” 

As the Sheriff left, Robin’s mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. Betrayed, broken, and now facing a trial for his life...he was left with one burning question – what had he ever done to deserve this fate? 

The trial was swift, needing nothing more than a statement from the sheriff before John deemed  Robin Hood guilt, sentencing him to execution. Hearing that made the fox gape. He wasn’t the only one. Made to attend this trial was Skippy, having a front row seat to the entire thing, at the request of the sheriff. His body was trembling when he saw the look of horror and dread on his friend’s face. Robin was made to stand and walk. Along the way he and Skippy were able to see each other. 

“Is it true?” the fox asked coldly. 

“”I-I’m sorry…!” the bunny responded, unable to deny what he had done. 

Robin’s pupils shrank upon hearing that. So it was true. Skippy had betrayed him; selling him out and leading him into that trap. The same trap that got all of his friends killed. All of this was because of the bunny that chose money over loyalty to his own. 

“Keep it moving, fox!” one of the guards shoved him forwards, making the fox walk to his demise. As he was heading for the outskirts of the village, most of the townspeople were walking away. There was an air of grief and welling despair from the loss of Robin Hood, the champion of the poor. Everyone knew that life would only grow worse for them. But not Skippy. The guilt would likely follow him for the rest of his life but at least he and his family could get away from all of this. They were already packing all of their things. If it weren’t for the sheriff demanding his presence for the trial, he would be there with them. 

“Where do you think you’re going, bunny?” 

Just as Skippy was about to leave, he found himself face to face with the Sheriff. Skippy explained that he was heading home. For some reason that made the wolf laugh. 

“Oh really? Well, the funny thing is that I just got a request from ol’ Robin Hood himself. He wants you to be there to see him go. Don’t know why...but I suppose I can grant him this last wish,” the massive wolf. Skippy yelped as he was gripped and dragged along, taken away from the square and out to wherever Robin was going. 

It was a long walk there. Leading them out in a clearing, far away from everyone else. They stopped in front of an unexpected sight: a large rock carved into a rectangle, making a crude table-like shape. On the front side, the word “Outlaw” was etched in and right next to it was a freshly dug pit. 

“That’s where you’re going, fox,” the sheriff told the thief plainly. “But before we toss ya in, you’re gonna be rightfully punished. Oh, I thought of something that I know you’re gonna love. And it’s gonna be real fun for me and my men. First things first. Hold the brat.” Skippy was shoved into the hands of Captain Crocodile. 

His hands and feet bound, the fox was lifted and harshly dropped onto the large rock. He hissed from the pain, almost not noticing the hands that were on him. The sheriff acted quickly, using his claws to tear away at Robin Hood’s pants and the rest of his clothes, pulling them off and leaving him nude. A combination of fury and fear were coursing through Robin Hood. So far he assumed this was a form of humiliation, leaving him naked before they would dump him into this grave, burying him alive. These heartless monsters wouldn’t even leave him with his name… 

His assumption was proved wrong when the sheriff grabbed his legs, hiking them up. Just after that the fox could feel something hot and pointed poking underneath his tail. 

“W-what are you doing?!” Robin asked, his voice quivering with a newfound dread. 

“You thought gettin’ dumped into a pit was yer punishment?” the wolf asked, guffawing at the thief’s expression. “Ooh, this is gonna be a tight fit.” As his tip prodded at the foxhole, the Sheriff spit on his member, using only that as a means of greasing things up. 

He was ready and didn’t care if Robin was, forcing his way in. Robin hissed and then yelled out, squirming hard but not enough to overpower the large lupine. If he moved too much he would risk falling down into the pit and there was no guarantee that he would be pulled out. Realizing this was really happening, Robin had to take heavy breaths while his body was forced to handle the sheriff’s erection. And he was packing, his wolfhood both long and much thicker than average for his species. A source of pride for him, the Sheriff's reactions were the exact opposite of Robin’s, his moans deep and laced with pleasure while Robin was still yelling out, taking in sharp strained breaths.

 And then without warning he thrust in, forcing even more of his length past the aching rim, shattering any hopes from Robin that the penetration would remain slow and easy. But that hard, painful push spread the resisting ring further around the thickest part of Sheriff's length. 

Of course the sheriff wasn’t concerned about the criminal’s feelings. What he did focus on was the tightness of Robin’s tailhole. The portion of cock inside was being massaged by the hole’s muscles. As he kept pushing, Robin also kept crying out. “You are tight! Like a virgin!” the wolf snickered. Becoming nearly as loud as the fox’s voice was the sheriff’s deep moans of pleasure. There was still about half of his total length inside, meaning there was no relief in sight. 

Of course Robin didn’t respond to what the Sheriff had said: about him being tight. That was because he was a virgin as far as his tailhole was concerned. His reputation made it easy to charm maidens but other male’s were never his forte, let alone being penetrated by one, furthering that...if it were to be any male it most certainly wouldn’t have been the Sheriff of Nottingham. 

“Having fun? Oh, I’m just getting started, vixen.” Pulling back until only the tip was still inside, the sheriff waited a moment before thrusting it all in again, forcing not just half – but the entirety of his wolfhood in. Only the pulsing, veined knot was left outside, much to Robin’s relief despite everything else. 

The hold went from Robin’s ankles to his hips, being firm and painful because of his claws slightly digging in. A sneer on his face, the sheriff lapped up Robin’s pained expression, his gasps coming out labored and eyes narrowed. He was paralyzed from the shock to his senses. Sheriff snapped him out of it, doing so by outright thrusting, this time going all the way. As Robin was back to exclaiming, Sheriff's moans were louder as well. 

Swinging the whole of his lower body, the wolf’s rocket was inserted deeply, his balls swinging as well, making contact with the vulpine’s hindquarters. The rough style of thrusting kept the discomfort going. There was a minimal amount of lube, just enough to let the cock plow through him but only that. He wasn’t feeling anything close to the amount of pleasure that the Sheriff was. Not making it better was the knot. When it made contact with his spread tailhole Robin gasped, feeling just how big it really was, nearly twice the wolfhood’s thickness. 

Out in the open, Robin Hood was violated by the panting wolf, his body jerking from the rough thrusts but always kept close. The claws were kept close to his skin, dragging and knicking, making marks that were starting to bleed. It got worse for him as time passed, the claws caused him more pain, making it both inside and out. 

The fox kept taking deep breaths but it wasn’t doing much to ease the hard pang under his tail. He felt it every time the cock went back in, as if the pointed tip was literally jabbing his innards. Looking around he saw none that would pity or help him. There were other men waiting. All of them large, either groping or blatantly stroking themselves. Skippy was unable to help as well, snatched by the snickering crocodile. He seemed to be admiring Skippy’s body, running his tongue over sharp teeth. 

“Let it in!” Robin’s focus was forced back to the penetration. The wolf’s body lurched forwards, his next thrust applied with greater strength. A resounding scream of agony echoed throughout the clearing. Forced much wider, Robin was made to take the knot. It happened quickly but every second was still felt. There was a stinging from his ass being pushed too far, taking too much in such a quick flash of time. 

Gripping him all the tighter, this time really digging his claws in, the Sheriff let out a grunt as he pulled backwards, using enough force to wrench the knot free. Again he listened to the fox’s cry of pain, finding all the more arousing. Even better was the hard clench around his length. Still acting on his own accord, the wolf was right back to rutting, doing so with extra force to keep his knot going in so he could snatch it back out. 

That’s the way it was from then on. The sheriff kept brutally knotfucking the criminal, doling out the punishment he deserved. Still having the knot shoved in and pulled out prolonged the pain he was feeling. And every time the knot went past his rim, his body responded by tensing up, keeping his tailhole tight. The sheriff was taking advantage of this reaction, keeping the pain strong to give himself more of that tightness. 

Hearing Robin’s strained and pleading cries for him to stop was just music to the heavyset canine’s ears. For so long he wanted to hear the “famed” Robin Hood begging for mercy, screaming out for it all to stop. 

“Stop with all that cryin’. I’m almost done anyways.” Going harder also made the clenches harder. Robin had to endure more of this and the sharp claws tearing at his sides, doing enough damage to make him bleed from multiple line shaped wounds. And then the final thrust came, ending with his knot going in for a final time. Even louder than Robin’s yelp was the sheriff’s howl. He came inside of the criminal, giving Robin Hood his first experience of being marked with cum from another male. 

Stuck on his wide knot, Robin had no other choice but to shake and endure, not just the sharp stinging but also the humiliation of being thoroughly bred by another male, used like a girl. The sheriff was basking in the euphoric pleasure of shooting his seed, made even better by the distraught look on Robin Hood’s face. 

He was still stuck when the wolf’s orgasm was finished, hissing even more from the hot, salty substance irritating his aching anus. Sighing with relief, the sheriff eased back a bit, his knot tugging on the fox’s rim. Grabbing the fox by his hips, this time deliberately sinking his claws into the fox’s skin, he growled and pulled back, making Robin yelp with a ringing pitch. He was left shaking and gasping for breath, his hole remaining in a gaping state, leaking the wolf’s load for all to see and laugh at. 

“Have at ‘em, boys,” the sheriff said as he stepped aside, giving room for the next to take his place, still holding onto the whimpering vulpine. 

Stepping up to take that place was a rhino. Like the passing of a torch, he took hold of Robin, having greater strength than the Sheriff. On his face as a sinister grin. Already whimpering, Robin dared to look down at the manhood that jutted from the hulking rhino’s sheath. Much longer than the sheriff’s, thicker, nearly reaching his chest when the pachyderm dropped his cock down on him. Showing off what he had, the horned guard sneered. 

Then he pulled back and shoved it right in, punching the air right out of Robin Hood. He felt it going down far. Too far. The pain he felt was indescribable. It wasn’t just his anus forced to expand in the blink of an eye, whatever lay further beyond was punched and breached. And even more was being penetrated. It didn’t feel right. 

The rhino didn’t pay attention to his reaction, going ahead with thrusting his massive manhood, forcing the fox’s anus to stretch in every way, using pure force to do so. Robin was left reeling from this, his senses struggling to comprehend all that was happening. What he could feel was the length digging far into him and he saw the bulge underneath his skin, stopping at the top of his stomach. That’s when he realized that it went further than just his anus. The cock had literally forced its way into his guts, making them stretch around the phallus as well. 

“Still so tight…” the guard groaned deeply, thrusting hard again, making sure all of his inches were given the chance to be firmly gripped. 

The others watched as Robin Hood was being fucked all over again, the bulge in his stomach showing clearly. They cheered him on as his huge length was disappearing and reappearing from the fox’s wrecked rim. While he was moaning, Robin continued crying out, his voice tinged with desperation for this to stop but it was being ignored. 

Sheriff’s load had lubed the way for him, but it didn’t provide Robin with much relief. It was the rhino getting all of the pleasure, moaning and panting hotly with his tongue out. He kept his body moving, loving every time his wide tip reached the deepest point. 

His struggles did nothing while he was in the rhino’s grip, it just served as amusement for those around him. It was constant, as the bigger male just kept moving his body, savoring the tightness. The sheriff had promised them a good time if they managed to get Robin Hood captured and he was true to his word, offering the criminal as a means of giving them much needed release. All the while he couldn’t keep his voice down, yelling out from the overfilling of his body. 

It was getting harder for him to think with the pain constantly coming. The shocks overtook his senses without mercy, not giving him the chance to gather his thoughts. He was feeling every little bit of the rhino’s shaft, how it was moving back or forth with so much power behind it, forced into his deepest parts and pulled from them with the same amount of strength. The cock was pressing so tightly to his anal walls that he could feel every pulse and throb of the veins. 

Precum coming out from the rhino’s member allowed him to go even harder, using the smaller male’s orifice as a sleeve to eventually get off with. He loved how it got tighter when he pulled back, giving him the most pleasure possible. 

“How are you liking this, fox? Being filled by a real man?” 

Robin was unable to form words but even if he could, he had no idea how to respond to those words. The next hard thrust forced him to whine deeply. Not even the precum leaking from the wide tip was enough to bring relief. If anything it was just irritating his insides further. 

“He’s taking it pretty well! Who knew that Robin Hood was such a slit?” one of the others jeered. 

“You know what they say about foxes…” 

While laughing they continued to watch Robin be fucked, seeing that the rhino was going faster, his grunts coming out in time with them. He was also humping harder, keeping Robin close with a grip strong enough to shatter his bones. Cringing from everything, Robin could only wait for it all to be over. Still assaulted by the cock and the raging discomfort it brought, he could feel tears welling in his eyes and stronger pangs from deep inside of him, even when the tip was pulled back. 

“Heh. I’m getting close, vixen.” Right after saying that, the rhino hammered his way into Robin’s guts. As he yelled out, the others could see the bulge in his stomach rapidly expanding and shrinking. As quickly as it started, it ended with a final thrust that was followed up by harder pulses and the first strong ejaculations. A copious amount of rhino seed was dumped into Robin all at once. Shuddering; feeling sticky and hot from his very core, Robin had to deal with the shame of being used like a whore for the second time. After numerous spurts the rhino pulled his softening length from the fox’s hole, leaving it even more gaped than it had been before. In a greater amount than before, the cum from his ass was spilling out like a gooey, white waterfall. 

Just as the rhino left him there was another to take their place. This time it was a hippo, standing even taller than the previous guard had. And as Robin feared, his manhood was even larger, this time reaching all the way up to his chest. 

“My turn now, slut. Ready to get broken?” the hippo asked while rubbing his tip against the used hole, smearing the slippery fluids all over. 

Robin just kept whining.  His focus was on the pain felt inside of him. He didn’t know what, but the rhino had definitely bruised something inside of him. Putting that aside his hole was feeling completely demolished, his ass aching from its overly expanded state. It wouldn’t even tighten any more, staying a gaping hole that anyone could look right into. On top of it all was the excess of cum, burning hot and constantly irritating his internal wounds. 

“Aww, you just can’t wait for it? Don’t worry, foxy. Gonna give you what you need!” 

Turning his words into truth, the hippo shoved his cock in. He didn’t even need his full strength to insert the whole thing in. Every shaft he took was getting bigger and bigger, putting a greater strain on Robin while the hippo was feeling the same pleasure as the others, enjoying the tightness around his manhood. 

“Yeah, that is good…” the hippo huffed, having no trouble pulling from the deeper parts. After that he pushed right back in, sliding back down into the bound fox’s deeper parts, his shaft throbbing against them. 

The huge guard started to thrust like those who came before him, giving those still lying in wait a good show. The entire length was quickly coated in the seed from the rhino and Sheriff, allowing him to move in whatever way he wanted. 

“He’s still tight!” the hippo shouted. At least, Robin was tight enough for his length, it was yet again stretching the tailhole, struggling to handle the greater amount of girth. At this point Robin should have been used to it but instead he was constantly struggling to handle it all, his insides feeling like they were on fire. 

If it weren’t for the hands holding him in place, he would have been shoved right off the rock, just one thrust was enough to rock the whole of his body. It kept him yelling out, his voice becoming hoarse from it all. He hated being at their mercy; they were showing him none and yet he just had to endure it all, the fucking and the laughter all around him. 

Getting cored out, his hole was further forced to take the huge hippo cock. It's hard pistons were not stopping; pummeling his inner lining without stop or mercy. The shocks continued to be felt all over his body, making him shake all the harder. 

“Look at him taking all of it!” 

“He should have been a whore instead. Would have saved himself a lot of trouble.”

“He isn’t in the ground yet. Not too late to train him.”

“I guess you deserve some praise for handling all this. I expected you to pass out by now,” the hippo said to Robin. “Let’s see how much you can really handle.” 

Propelling his hips, the thrusts came hard, coming out loud and wet. The seed of those who came before was being forced out, getting all over the fox’s backside, sticking to his once clean and soft fur. Using his strength and weight, the heavyset pachyderm was lurching his body forwards with each stroke, making the bulge in Robin’s stomach larger. That feeling of being overfilled, the tip touching something that went further than his anus. This time he felt it as a pinch at first but it was becoming worse, like the start of his actual stomach was starting to be forced open. 

In time with the ruts came the heavy hippo balls, knocking into his hindquarters, churning and pumping precum into the spasming tailhole. This was maintained until the hippo raised his head; snorting and clenching his teeth as he came. 

“Gonna fill you up!” the hippo bellowed while bucking his hips one last time. 

Bracing himself did nothing to quell the pain and burning shame. The laughter grew louder just as the hippo’s loads were starting to fill him even further. The tip was buried far inside of him, unleashing the large amount of seed directly into that spot. The power behind each throb jettisoned the cum, quickly overfilling that spot. Now it felt like his stomach was being actually filled, hot fluid forcing its way up. Not only was Robin paralyzed from the feeling of his guts being invaded but it was becoming harder for him to breathe. The pain was subsiding but only because he was actually starting to feel numb. 

“That was pretty good. I’d fuck ya again but there’s a line forming,” the hippo said just before pulling his length out of Robin. From there the vulpine was repeatedly used by bigger and bigger male’s, his body sustaining damage both inside and out. Their cocks bashing and damaging his insides, strong hands gripping too hard, leaving Robin in fear of having his legs broken. 

During all of this, Skippy was made to watch, holding tightly and groping the lagomorph’s body. By then the boy was stripped of his clothing. Whimpers and snivels came from him, both from his body being touched in an unwanted way. Just as bad, if not even worse were the noises coming from his friend. He was watching as Robin was being sodomized, letting out gasping chokes and wheezes, clearly suffering while the guards using him were having a good time. 



“You know…” Captain Crocodile whispered in his ear. “Your friend had a final request. He wanted the one who betrayed him to receive the same kind of punishment.” 

“Y-you mean..?” Skipped asked, fearing the answer he would get. 

The answer did come; when Captain Crocodile stood up while still holding onto the fearful bunny, the youth looked down to see the reptile’s length, ending with his thick throbbing knot. The sight of it made Skippy yell out and squirm. Claws pressed firmly to his skin, ready to rip into his fur at any moment. Lowering his prey’s body, the crocodile growled and pressed his cocktip to the hole, using nothing more than the precum and fluids from his genital slit. 

“W-wait!” Skippy pleaded. 

“Sorry, kid. Can’t deny a final request,” the captain said with a shrug. 

His plea was ignored as the crocodile started to push his length in, his tip started to force the bunny’s tailhole, causing the younger resident of Nottingham to yell out. He was going to take it without any other aid. His body was gripped harder and the pushing increased. So far it remained slow, leaving Skippy with a building sense of incoming dread. 

The tip got in, bringing a searing shock of pain. His tailhole tightened up, keeping anything more from getting in. Challenging this, the crocodile pushed harder, causing Skippy more pain. Tears were running from the bunny’s eyes when he felt his virgin rim forcibly stretch around the entering shaft. Actually digging his claws in, plunging them right into the youth’s flesh, the captain growled and thrust hard, forcing his length inside of the wailing bunny. 

Skippy started to sob, feeling a tearing under his tail. There was also something hot and wet dripping from him. He didn’t dare look down to see if it was precum or blood. Overpowered by the large reptile, Skippy was yelling out in agony, feeling his insides being forced around the entering erection, another sudden push causing some bruising and internal ripping. Working quickly, the captain stuffed the rest of his manhood in before it got too tight again. 

He pulled back and slammed back in, the crocodile kept up the force, using it to force his way in. While thrusting into the boy, the croc’s claws were still embedded into his skin. Blood was seeping around them, creating red marks and trickles on the bunny’s white fur. This and the hard sodomizing kept the bunny exclaiming painfully. Every time he felt the shocks spreading throughout the whole of his body, made even worse by the precum being rubbed into the internal wounds. 

That pain didn’t subside. It just got worse as his hole was being further punished, expanding too far and too quickly around the hot, precum coated crocodile cock. His thrusts were getting faster already, each stroke was a strong one, reaching as far as it could, making a bulge in Skippy’s stomach just like Robin’s. The sounds of his knot knocking into the aching rim were loud enough to be heard despite the boy’s wailing and the captain’s pleasured pants. 

If having claws in his skin weren’t bad enough, the crocodile was uncaringly tearing at the boy, making deep tears and ripping out clumps of fur. Tears were streaming from the boy’s eyes, choking sobs were wrenched from him. It wasn’t just the pain but also the fear of being too weak to get away. This adult didn’t care about how he felt and would keep using him in whatever way he wanted. Even calling help was hard; his body was bounced hard up and down in time with the thrusts. The shocks of pain made it so hard for him to form words. Even then nobody would have heard him. They were all too far away… 

He was feeling other things from the penetration but those strange new sensations weren’t enough to outdo the horrible aching inside of him. The cuts inside of him were made worse and so was the bleeding. Just like Robin, his screaming was constant and echoing across the forest. 

Thrust into with full force, Skippy was jostled around, bounced off the croc’s incoming hips, but kept on the cock. It never came fully out of him, coming close but always going right back in before the tip could slide out. At the same time the clawing was getting worse, more slashes were given to him. His howls were met with dark chuckles, not just from the crocodile but others who were watching his rape. 

Skippy had never felt anything like this before. But he knew that his body couldn’t handle much more of this. Of course Captain Crocodile wasn’t concerned about that. The reptile’s concern pertained to his knot. Pressed firmly to the bunny’s tailhole the entire time, he was close and ready for it to be inserted. More pain was forced into Skippy as he sped up and thrust all the harder without warning. 

Claws were wrenched from his skin. One of the captain’s hands was pulled away. The next thing Skippy knew, he was feeling a sharp, horrid feeling in his neck. All of a sudden he couldn’t yell anymore. All that came out was a muffled, gurgled choking sound. Then another hard slam stuffed the crocodile’s knot into him, forcing it in with pure strength. A deep grunt came from the adult, feeling the whole of his cock getting locked inside of the straining bunny. 

The knot’s insertion had Skippy stuffed more than what he could handle. The reason why he couldn’t properly react to this was because of his throat. It had been slashed by the crocodile’s claws; blood gushed from the open gash, painting the grass a grim scarlet red. At the same time, the crocodile’s manhood was unleashing its seed, filling up the boy’s wounded orifice. It was only then that Skippy felt the pain in his rump but he was starting to fade, feeling weak. He couldn’t breathe anymore. Everything was becoming dark… 

Robin had seen it, the slashing of his friend's throat. Him fading away until he went limp. There wasn't time afforded for him to dwell on it. After the next guard pulled out of him, there was not one but two elephant guards stepping up. Hanging heavy between their legs were cocks nearly twice the size of Robin's own leg. 

Even if he had the means to protest, Robin was already snatched up, lifted from the crudely carved headstone. His body was lifted and held, kept in between the huge tusked pachyderm. 

What he felt next were two hulking elephant cocks pressing themselves firmly to his opening. Though his tailhole was gaped wide the tips were promising to force it even wider. 

Not saying anything to him prior, the guards rocked their bodies, pushing their wide tips into the fox. For them it was virgin tight but for Robin Hood it was pure suffering. 

Using their pure strength and the abundance of cum, the two were snaking their prehensile manhoods further and further. Robin could only let out a choking gasp, knowing his body couldn't handle this, even if he wasn't feeling as much pain. 

"Gahh!" he screamed. The numbness wasn't enough to offset the horrible spreading. This time he really felt his hole being overly expanded, damaged and torn further. 

Throbbing together, their lengths were spurting huge amounts of hot and salty precum, washing over those fresh tears, bringing enough of a shock to outdo the numbness. 

The cocks were barreling even deeper, the elements panting deeply. As they bottomed out, the fox wheezed. There was a tremendous pressure on everything. His stomach was blazing. It was hard to breathe. 

"You feel how tight he is? Like a girl, he is," the first elephant grunted. 

"Too bad we can't keep him," the other said, letting out a malevolent laugh. 

Keeping the whining fox between them, the two made sure they were fully inserted, pushing Robin’s body to the limits. At the same time they made a final thrust that shoved the last of their lengths in, making Robin choke. He wasn’t literally split in half but his body was speared on the pair of elephant cocks, his guts were getting actually rearranged, pushed and sandwiched together. 

Then they started to thrust, sliding back and thrusting in with so much force that Robin felt his body jolt inside and out. While the two were effortlessly fucking his ruined ass, Robin was doing his best to just endure. He couldn’t see it, but the fox was certain that his innards were getting brutally pummeled. Apart from that, his stomach was forced to expand. Every time one would thrust, there was an obvious protrusion rising from beneath his fur and skin. 

Thrusting in together made that bulge much bigger. Constantly moving, Robin’s senses were kept in an overwhelmed state. The most he could do was tremble and snivel between them, knowing his body wouldn’t be able to handle it for long. Every thrust brought a strong, unbearable ache. Air was forced out of his lungs. There was a panging in his chest that he could not ignore, as if he were on the cusp of a heart attack. 

“Aww? Is it too much for you, vixen?” the first elephant teased. “Too bad. We’re just starting to have fun!” 

Robin thought he was handling the whole thing so far but the pair proved him wrong. The elephants were applying more pressure, making Robin howl out. While thrusting into him harder from both sides, the two pushed their bodies together, all but smothering Robin in between them. The only thing keeping the fox from being ripped apart was the excess of cum that lubricated his insides and their shafts. 

The elephants’ hips were suddenly moving faster too, slamming into him brutally that was leaving him unable to take a proper breath. Not just because of the strikes to his organs, at the same time the large, strong bodies were closing in on him. 

“Getting close! Gonna blow!” one of them announced. He thrust in harder, stuffing all of his cock in and keeping it there. He started to shoot his cum while the other elephant was still thrusting. He could feel it all firing into his depths, flooding his insides. Already at their limits, Robin couldn’t handle much more. Something inside of him gave way, likely bursting. The pain from it was unbearable. All that came from him was a desperate choke. Suddenly he couldn’t breathe at all. 

The other elephant roared out, also releasing his seed in large amounts, coming out with high power behind it. Their loads going into him at the same time was more than too much for Robin’s body. As his stomach started to inflate the rest of his organs were succumbing to the damage inflicted up to this point. They were both still ejaculating so much, their fully inserted cocks had all but mashed up his innards, rupturing them from the torrent of fluids that overexpanded them. 

As Robin was clinging to consciousness, the pair of elephants all but collapsed against each other, their combined body weights forced the air right out of him and there was no room to take a breath, even if he could breathe. Silently fighting for just one inhale, Robin felt himself fading entirely… 

“That’s all she wrote,” the second elephant chuckled as he pulled his cock free, letting a mix of cum and blood spill from the fox’s hole. The first did the same, still holding on the infamous thief that was hanging limp by his gripped scruff. 

“Throw ‘em in. Both of ‘em,” the Sheriff ordered them. 

Giving nothing more than a dismissive shrug, the elephant tossed Robin into the pit, letting his body thump when it reached the very bottom. Right after, Skippy was thrown in as well, his body landing right next to the one he betrayed. There were no prayers or pity given before a pair of rhinos started to fill up the pit, covering the fox and bunny’s bodies in dirt. Eventually the only thing left was a mound of freshly churned soil and in front of it was a line carved rock with the word “OUTLAW” etched into it, clear as day for anyone passing by to see. 

