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Set in the \"Disney's Robin Hood\" setting this has a MUCh more Cunning Prince John", "description_bbcode_parsed": "In this chapter Prince John begins realizing so,me of his Goals. Set in the "Disney's Robin Hood" setting this has a MUCh more Cunning Prince John", "writing": "Alternate Robin Hood #8\n\nAcross all England, the bells tolled out mournfully: The King is dead. King Richard is dead. Long live King John. They rang out for hours with a loud, slow solemnity across the land. Inside the main hall, the badger, Friar Tuck, viewed the skin that was once Richard lying in state. The body was laid out in a fine hand-carved oak coffin. He choked with deep misery and solemnly closed the casket before retreating into a smaller side room to weep deeply until he was able to compose himself. When he returned Friar Tuck then sealed the casket, never suspecting the chicken Klucky who went in to pay her last respects while the Friar was off sobbing in the anteroom, had removed the hide and left the casket closed and empty.\nHigh above the yellow dirt square, naked, with her belly uncomfortably hard, Marion watched out of Nottingham Tower as the subjects slowly filed past, paying homage to nothing more than an ornate empty box. A mere 200 feet away, Richard’s hide, dotted with John’s dusty paw prints, now lies beside John’s feet; now nothing more than a common floor rug for the gloating new king.\nAfter the long and pompous funeral for the king was finally concluded and the empty box had been laid to rest, John returned to the castle, relieved to not have to play the sad mourner for the rest of the day. In fact, the lion was practically dancing. He was delighting in the vengeful act of running his unwashed toes thru Richard’s silky black mane. The hide had been arranged so that when sitting in his bedside chair, John could rest his feet on his idiot brother’s slack and sallow face.\n“Sssssire?” Sir Hiss poked his head in “Could I ssspeak with you?”\n“I suppose so.” John gave Marion’s breast a slow, clearly possessive caress before he walked out into the hall.\n“What is it, Hiss?”\nThe sneaky serpent looked up “Ssssire, the coronation will need to be sssssoon, but it cannot happen until you take Marion legally.”\nJohn chuckled “A-HAW, A-HAW, A-HAW. Leave that to me, Hiss. You just worry about Robin. Tonight I want him watching what Marion and I do.”\nHiss nodded and slithered down to the dungeon. Once inside, he made his way to Robin’s cell to see the bandit fox on his knees passively sucking the Sheriff’s cock. The big wolf had one hand on the back of Robin’s head with a generous clump of fur clutched in his fist. The other hand was pinching one of Robin’s ears firmly between a thumb and forefinger as Robin made gentle “eurk…gulk…umph” sounds. While the Sherriff bobbed his head for him, Robin’s nose was hidden by the wolf’s thighs. It only took a few minutes for the wolf to stiffen as he held the fox’s head, the black nose pressed hard against the wolf’s pubic mound.\nOnce finished the Sherriff pulled out leaving Robin bound on his knees. The fox’s wrists were chained above his head and the morose captive was reluctantly licking his muzzle. What they usually gave him to eat tasted quite foul, so what the Sherriff had just fed him was being considered a treat by his jailors.\nHiss slithered in. “Robin, the King has decided it is time to keep his promise to you. You will see Marion tonight.”\nRobin looked up. “Will I be able to speak with her?”\nHiss smiled, slithering his smoothly-scaled body against Robin. “No, she will be a little too busy with her mouth full to talk to you.”\nRobin knew what Hiss wanted and bent over, feeling the serpent’s length penetrate under his tail. It no longer hurt since they had been using him as a vixen so long. He was ashamed that it now aroused him. “You expect me to watch him have his way with her?”\nHiss shrugged, “Unless you do not want to see her. If you like, I shall tell his majesty you are not interested.” Hiss chuckled, coiling tighter about Robin as he thrust his sword into Robin’s sheath. The busy snake was delighted to feel the fox tremble in his tightly constricted coils even as Robin’s small erection pulsed and sprayed all over Robin’s own feet. The fox let out a sigh of satisfaction, anything to be allowed pleasure no matter how sordid these days.\nOnce Hiss released into the fox’s bowels and uncoiled, two buzzards approached Robin with some kind of leather sack.\nRobin looked at it. “What is THAT?” he said, looking at the hide, which was soaking wet.\nHiss chuckled “Why, you’re not going to DISTRACT our King and his lover…”\nRobin snapped, “She is NOT his lover, he’s a rapist…”\nHiss chuckled right in Robin’s face. “You shall see tonight BOTH are true. But if you wish to see her you will STEP IN THE SACK NOW!”\nRobin considered then grudgingly relented. He stepped over to the hide. It was one piece, cool leather and steadily dripping water. It was also tight but fortunately quite slippery. Still, the fox had to struggle to slip in. As the hide was pulled up by the buzzards, it trapped Robin’s tail against his back. He figured his captors wanted his ass exposed. Once the thing was up to his armpits, he noticed it had but one opening, and it was for his cock and balls, small as they were. Robin closed his eyes and carefully began working his arms inside the skin to his sides. It wasn’t until then that the sheriff tugged the device up to Robin’s neck. Held tightly in place the fox was completely unable to move as one of the buzzards sewed the neck tight with heavy cord. Robin now looked more like Hiss than a fox. The wet hide around him cocooned him. Robin looked confused but a soft leather circle was slipped over his muzzle to prevent any understandable speech. This was tied securely behind his head. Then he was carried to a cell window and strapped onto the wide sill on his back like a slowly cooling pie.\nRobin now saw the malicious intent of this nasty restraining sheath. In the warm fall sun, the leather began to shrink. As the day wore on the guard could begin to see details of Robin’s bare feet, his shoulder, his ass, as the hide snugged him tight in a shrink-wrap. The muzzle pressed his jaws closed and if it were not for the hole cut in the end for his black nose, he would have suffocated.\nThe day progressed with horrifying slowness until the blue dusk began to settle around the castle and Robin could not now move a muscle. In the room above him, he could hear Marion getting ready for her evening with the lecherous lion. He had heard bells but had no idea for whom they were tolling.\nAs the moon began to rise, he heard a noise and the two buzzards returned. Robin was placed on the floor. A grinning sheriff entered and placed the cool bottom of his foot casually on the leather-bound fox. “Well, wot have we here, eh” he chuckled. “Looks like an earth worm.” He smiled gently, rubbing his foot across Robin’s black wet nose. “So,” he asked “ready to see that slut vixen show her true colors?”\nRobin’s eyes flashed with anger, but he quickly realized that if he did not do as he was told, he would not get to see Marion. So his eyes went down and he nodded.\nThey carried Robin to a stone room barely larger than a sarcophagus. Any slight noise he could make from within the muzzle would be muffled by the stone, yet Robin could hear everything. He felt a chill of claustrophobia, as they sealed the room. “Enjoy the show, Robin,” snickered the sheriff. “You will see how dominant our NEW king is, and pray we do not make this your tomb.”\nThe hidden door was sealed and a sheer silk drape hung to hide the eye slot from the people in the room. Robin stood in silence for perhaps an hour, looking at King John’s bed. King John! He couldn’t believe how his world had changed so radically and so quickly. Then his eyes widened in horror as he suddenly recognized the rug for what it was. Lying right there on the floor beside John’s bed, spread out on the cold stone floor, with dusty paw prints scattered all across the yellow fur and dark black mane was the hide of his own King Richard! His hide! Richard really WAS dead. John had pulled it off. Robin’s heart raced as he sweated and fretted in his unyielding leather bondage sheath. He could not think of a way out of this, and John HAD Marion for his very own!\nJust then, through the slit, Robin saw Marion walk in and he discovered why they had left his cock unconfined. Was it mercy? It sure didn’t feel like it, not seeing her naked form walk by. His cock grew very hard and he winced a bit as it pressed against the cool, coarse stone. This wasn’t going to be good.\n\n\nMarion walked by the Window, her soft breasts swaying as she felt the cool breeze on her exposed nipples, the chain clinking. The weeks of John mounting her had left her frustrated. The first few times he had bedded her like she had always imagined it would be like with Robin, but after that, he took his pleasure and seemed to delight in leaving her RIGHT on the edge of her own climax, only to leave her time after time filled with his seed but frustrated and denied her own fullest pleasure.\nAlmost without her realizing it, as the evening grew, she had begun to fantasize, to get herself ready so she could climax. She had figured out that the lion was probably not trying to leave her unfulfilled on purpose. More likely, he was simply concentrating on nothing but his own full pleasure. So, she thought, if she started out the evening aroused… Her paw went between her legs and she began to caress herself. The Guards watched but they had been watching the lion rape her for weeks and were merely amused and somewhat scornful of the maiden’s lewd behavior. Her soft paw pressed in and out, the tender claws gently scraping the walls of excited sex as she closed her eyes and sighed deeply. Her other paw slipped up to gently tug at her nipples, the spaces between her pads enclosing the pink nub, squeezing it with a slow pulsing rhythm. The pleasure began to grow, arousing her so much that a white foamy lather began to mat against the fur on her thighs.\nZhora’s words kept going through Marion’s mind: Her body was so sore and so cold, she would NOT spend another night on the floor while John doted over that lioness. Marion had started out fantasizing about Robin coming in and making passionate urgent love to her. But, of course, she had not seen Robin naked. She HAD seen the lion, though, and slowly, without her realizing it, she had begun to picture John’s dominating virile anatomy in her mind. The hardness of his muscles, all of them down to the powerful one angled between those mighty thighs. It made her sway in place, this thought. Robin had not shown up and, while the thought of John was taboo, it was, nevertheless, quite exciting. Quite arousing!\nIn the dark cool chamber, Robin realized the door was to her back and Marion did not know he was there due to the silk veil near where his eyes were. The startled fox’s eyes sprung wide as he watched Marion begin to pleasure herself, one paw thrusting deeply between her quivering thighs, while the other played with her own breasts, drawing out slow, deep moans. Quietly and without fanfare, Prince John walked in to the room. Clad in his purple robe, the new monarch perched his foot on Richard’s head and stood leering at the naked vixen. His beautiful prize’s eyes were closed, her breaths puffing rapidly in the cool air as she worked herself rapidly, her paw sawing between her legs.\nAfter a few moments John leaned, his head back “A-HAW…Ah-haw! Dreaming about your absent fox, Marion? Yearning for him still?”\nThe startled vixen’s eyes flew open and she shamefully pulled her paws away from her body, dropping them at her sides and bowing her head momentarily. It took a moment to gather her wits before she could look up at the Lion standing in the room and striking an arrogant pose. Swallowing hard, her heart pounding, she stood there with her paws sweating before the large lion, murmuring in a barely audible whisper, “No King John… I was actually thinking, of you.”\nRobin’s eyes opened widely, as did John’s. The lion, twirling his whiskers, replied, “Have you now, Marion?” His mind raced. Whatever Zhora had done, it had worked! It seemed that Marion was going to give herself to him: fully and without resistance.\nMarion knelt at John’s feet, her knees pressing into the soft brown fur covering the floor. She was kneeling on the very skin of her former protector and King. The famed and illustrious King Richard is now nothing but a mere rug to John’s pleasure. As is she! “Please Sire….take me. Rape me.”\nJohn surveyed her warily but with a rising hope that matched his erection. She was actually DOING it. “You mean make love Marion?”\nMarion shook her head vehemently. “No sire, please RAPE me. Take me. Have your way.” She smiled up at him from under her brows, a shy yet earnest neediness brightening her pupils. John had only seen her do that once with Robin. She reached up and opened the lion’s robe, and then lied back on the rug. She was going to let him take her right on top of the defeated ex king!”\nJohn did not hesitate for a moment. He knelt down between her spread legs, poised over her. She met him eagerly, straining upward to kiss him deeply as her soft red thighs opened wider and pressed against the soft brown fur beneath her. \nRobin could see her paw curl around the lion’s lengthy muscle to guide the excited cat straight to her sex. John growled loudly and the muscles in his flanks bunched as he leaned his weight down. He felt Marion’s legs go around him as she arched her back and called out, “Yessss Sire. Sheath your sword in me!”\nJohn chuckled with glee. “You nearly sound like Hiss,” he laughed as he withdrew briefly before lunging forward, getting a satisfying “UHHHN” out of Marion.\nIn the darkness, Robin watched in a morbid fascination. Marion’s tail flicked beneath her and John’s tail captured it, the two twitching furry ropes tightly entwined. Robin gaped in wonder as the large lion’s muscles rippled with every thrust and withdrawing motion. The fox’s tight muzzle clamped around his own, stifling the anguished yelp in this throat as he saw Marion ardently hug the new King tightly with each driving motion forward, causing her to grunt repeatedly. Marion then pulled herself up; panting in John’s face so loudly that Robin could clearly hear her.\n“I…love you, Sire. You’re...better than Robin…UHUHH!” The thrust caught her short and stole her breath away but she didn’t seem to mind in the least. In fact, her paws stretched out, the claws grasping at thin air in delight as she felt the lion embrace her. Marion shivered with pleasure, savoring the fur of the lion rug under her and the fur of her new King pressing against her belly as their juices mingled. She delighted in the sensation of the warm lion and his mighty muscle within her. Dizzy with satisfaction at John’s strong, capable rutting, she smiled broadly. “Take me...take Robin’s vixen sire…oh gods, this feels sooo damn good!”\nUnable to look away, Robin watched the bottoms of the two lovers’ feet, John on top Marion below. John released a loud, triumphant roar, his head back as Marion moaned with equal volume, “OHH SIRE!” Then her thighs moved high, tightening against John’s back, claws extended, kneading the large lion’s back with curling motions that left noticeable rows in the monarch’s fur. Robin could just make out John’s cock with Marion’s sex stretched around its base. As it pulsed heavily within her, a rivulet of milky white lion seed leaked out, draining over her matted, sweaty sex before dropping slowly on the tawny yellow fur beneath.\nJohn panted heavily, he could not believe it! Marion had been a wild vixen. She had moved with him, climaxed with him, and now she lay beneath him, praising him, nuzzling at him. John moved to roll off the vixen and call in Zhora. He was going to leave the vixen on the floor, but when he moved she moved with him as one. Surprised at this wanton floozy’s behavior, John finally laid back and rested his head on the silky black mane of Richard the Rug. It was then that Marion moved and began to kiss down his belly.\nJohn was caught by surprise. He was off-balance, propped up on his elbows, panting heavily. John’s eyes widened watching Marion’s muzzle moving toward his wet cock. He tried to turn to grab her. “M...Marion...what are you doing? S...Stop…I command you! STOP! HISSSSSS! HISSSSSS!”\nMarion tensed but did not comply. She could see the soft tawny balls of the new king, his red spike still wet with their combined juices. The scent was heavy, musky and intoxicating. It was John’s and it was driving her mad with passion and resolve. The new king had no leverage at the moment and, while this was disgusting, she vowed she would not spend another night on the floor. So, slowly she ran her tongue from the tawny balls up the length of him to the tip of his lion-hood. The curled her tongue around the pulsing red arrowhead and slurped the silky essence of their mingling into her mouth, swallowing quickly and licking her chops before smiling up at him.\nSuddenly Hiss slithered in from an open door leading to another room. “Ssssire?” He blurted, blinked and gaped, stunned to see Marion open her mouth and take the lion’s entire penis inside her mouth and begin to suckle.\nJohn gasped, his eyes crossing. “G..get OUT!” He threw a spittoon at the serpent, his aim thrown off by Marion’s mouth which was wet, slippery and nicely warm.\nRobin’s eyes widened to plates before narrowing down to angry slits. He never believed Marion would consider such indecent behavior yet there she was suckling on his enemy like a passive, willing concubine.\nMarion thought, “Zhora was right, I can taste John’s seed.” It was just as she had from Zhora’s sex. It was not a surprise and she suckled hungrily.\nJohn moaned with pleasure and stretched back to lie full out on his brother’s hide. He smiled widely, letting the vixen lick and bob her head as she cleaned their co-mingled juices from his firm shaft.\nJohn looked over at the drape where he knew Robin would be watching. Loudly, he tortured the tightly restrained fox with his carefully considered words. “Ahaw! Marion, my pet, you must be hungry. Why didn’t you say so? Keep that up and I will feed you some delicious cream.”\nRobin watched as John leaned back happily. Marion did as she was told, continuing to lick and suckle without inhibition until the lion grunted, and Robin watched Marion’s throat pulse and quiver as she started to swallow.\nJohn closed his eyes, his claws held tightly to the back of Marion’s head. He held her muzzle between his legs as he felt the pleasant rush of pulse after pulse disappearing down her gullet. The pleasure was doubly intensified knowing that Robin was helplessly restrained just behind the wall watching Marion’s total capitulation and humiliation.\nOnce his considerably extended climax was finished, John let Marion up. He marveled at the smile on her face as she licked her chops repeatedly then snuggled up under his arm against his side. Her saliva cooled on his cock and balls even as John spoke. \n“You polish the kings sword well Marion, but…why?”\nMarion felt the lion’s heart racing. It filled her heart and tickled her thighs with a strange satisfaction. In a world where she had no control, SHE had done this! SHE had satisfied the lion even more than Zhora. Marion casually slid her hand along the lion’s thigh until she gently cupped his balls. The two lovers relaxed contentedly on the trophy of his brother. And Marion felt no shame in her actions. She felt the weight of the lion’s scrotum in her hand and considered the soft, warm texture. \nAnd she spoke with calm purpose. “Please, Sire, you need a marriage with me to legitimize your claim to the throne; and, as well, to put a finish to Robin and I. Please sire, allow me to marry you.”\nRobin could not hear what was going on, but why was Marion snuggled up under John’s arm, her hand openly fondling the lion’s anatomy. Robin felt a stab of shame. He could see how much better endowed John was then himself. He must be satisfying Marion beyond Robin’s ability. The fox felt little better than a silly cuckold. Marion clearly had made her choice and it was certainly not him!\nJohn’s ears perked up brightly at Marion’s little speech. “Wha..? A-HAW! Marion, my sweet, are you proposing to me? Why by England’s honor would you do that?”\nMarion shook her head, moving into John so that his back was pressed against the black mane of the rug Richard. She could see the moisture from their love making soaking into the fur of the dead King. Blatantly uncaring of the sacrilege of her actions, she took John’s head in one arm, and with her other paw guided her breast to the lion’s full lips. “No Sire, I am begging you.”\nJohn blinked at the sight of the white and red furred breast and leaned up to take it in his maw. His sharp fangs traced it gently as he suckled noisily “Mu…mum…mummph…Mommy,” he chuckled. After soaking her breast he looked up. She was stroking his ears gently when he said, “That’s still not a WHY, Marion.”\nMarion leaned over and put the hottest kiss she could muster on the Lion’s lips. The young royal was surprised to feel the heat rising in her thighs. Out of the corner of her eye saw the new King’s spike hardening again but she controlled, with great effort, her impulse to grab the tool. “Uhhm, I am pregnant, Sire,” she said softly. By now, the lion’s head was resting on her stomach where his cub was maturing “I…don’t want to get kicked out of your bed again,” Marion admitted. “I thought Robin would get free, and…errr…the moment I give birth you will have no further use for me.”\nJohn smiled. “And why should I believe you?”\nMarion stroked his muzzle with both hands and kissed him again. “Because of the wedding gift I will give you,” she answered.\nJohn frowned “What gift could that possibly be, Maid Marion? I have taken everything from you. Why, you do not even have a scrap of clothing to wear if I do not wish it, wench!”\nMarion rubbed her cheek against him “My gift is to release you from your promise. You may do with Robin Hood whatever you wish.”\nJohn’s eyes shone with eager delight at this, but his tone was wary. “When I am done with you, I will most likely grow bored with you. You will not be queen, you will be a concubine. There are no terms then. No…ahh…conditions?”\nMarion shook her head. “I throw myself at the mercy of the King.”\nJohn stood up, his head spinning, his mouth panting. He watched Marion as she moved to all fours.\nRobin’s eyes opened wide as he watched his love bend to the lion’s dusty feet and ran her tongue from the toe to the ankle and back. John folded his arms and lifted one foot. “Marion, do you know how long I have wanted to humiliate you? From the very time I was in the Bottoms, my dear, where I trod the dirt.”\nMarion bent to lick the black pads and slip her tongue between the lion’s toes, the taste was dusty, earthy and musky but she licked hungrily.\nWithin the stone room the cocooned fox watched in stunned disbelief as the beautiful vixen bathed not one but both of the lion’s feet with her tongue. He felt the defiance draining out of him.\nSmirking, John watched Marion with gloating delight even as he felt her warm tongue lick and lap at his furry feet. If the Vixen held to her word, he would use her to reward other lords. Best of all, every man, woman and child in the realm would see her groveling before him. The barons and gentry would have to acknowledge his mastery of the kingdom. And the peasants would be put in their place once and for all. Rock hard, John patted the side of the bed. “So, Marion, would you like to fuck again?”\nMarion smiled, the chain around her ankle clinking noticeably as she rose and slipped into bed. John slipped in behind her, warm and large and masterful, his firm hand going around her waist, possessing her in body and mind. He then whispered into her ear, “One more test, Marion, and then in the morning we shall make wedding arrangements.”\nMarion’s eyes opened wide as she felt John wrap himself around her. “Ohhh Sire,” she cooed, raising her tail and crossing her wrists, “rape me again.”\nJohn grinned. “That’s right, Marion: rape.” He guided his unyielding muscle under her tail. Marion looked back, her eyes wide. “Sire, what are you…GAH!” She stiffened as she felt the lion’s hard member penetrate her ass. The slippery spike spread her tail hole. “Feel that,” he growled. “Your last virginity…gone!” He thrust again, firmly plowing her rear furrow until his balls pressed up against the vixen’s tail hole.\n“…uhhhhh…” Marion moaned, stunned and shocked and paralyzed by indecision and her need to control the lion king. Then John began to grunt and grind against her, holding her tight.\nRobin could do nothing as the masterly lion sodomized Marion. Her soft eyes were glazed with tears but ultimately she accepted the lion, slowly moving in unison with him as her firm, warm ass pressed against the lion’s groin. Even aroused as he was, John took his time. He wanted to savor the pleasure of Marion’s ass as well as Robin being forced to witness his absolute dominance of the Maid Marion. The once-haughty royal was being put in her place once and for all.\nThe couple rocked against each other in the flickering candle light. Outside, Zhora beamed. John probed deeply into Marion’s rump and the female did not complain even after a long session of pressing, grunting, grinding and thrusting. Marion felt John hold her waist tightly, penetrating her rear as deeply as he could, over and over until, the lion’s breath puffing in her ear with loud constant chuffs, he finally pulled her body tightly against his pelvis and climaxed. She closed her eyes and felt the surge of his ejaculation jet into her rear. Hot and fast and wet. And then it was dripping out of her and she felt relieved it was done. John had completed his conquest. And when he pulled out of her rear, she felt him take her fluffy wide tail and wipe himself off. And still she dripped as he bade her lie on her side on the bed while he went to the sideboard and drank deeply from a cool pitcher of water while she watched thirstily.\nFor the rest of the night, Robin watched the pair from his vantage point, stiff and tired and helplessly wrapped in tight leather. The rapist and the raped spooned through the night. Every so often John would re-mount Marion, and after each love-making the vixen would slink down to lick her juices off the lion’s loins, as if to apologize for having sullied him. It was in the early morning that they finally drifted to sleep. Marion spooned against John’s back, her head resting on his shoulder, her paw curled around the lion’s sheath. The look of contentment on Marion’s face seared into Robin’s heart and sickened him to his soul. And he stood there exhausted and helpless and completely beaten by a better, more cunning foe.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Alternate Robin Hood #8

Across all England, the bells tolled out mournfully: The King is dead. King Richard is dead.  Long live King John. They rang out for hours with a loud, slow solemnity across the land. Inside the main hall, the badger, Friar Tuck, viewed the skin that was once Richard lying in state.  The body was laid out in a fine hand-carved oak coffin.  He choked with deep misery and solemnly closed the casket before retreating into a smaller side room to weep deeply until he was able to compose himself. When he returned Friar Tuck then sealed the casket, never suspecting the chicken Klucky who went in to pay her last respects while the Friar was off sobbing in the anteroom, had removed the hide and left the casket closed and empty.
High above the yellow dirt square, naked, with her belly uncomfortably hard, Marion watched out of Nottingham Tower as the subjects slowly filed past, paying homage to nothing more than an ornate empty box. A mere 200 feet away, Richard’s hide, dotted with John’s dusty paw prints, now lies beside John’s feet; now nothing more than a common floor rug for the gloating new king.
After the long and pompous funeral for the king was finally concluded and the empty box had been laid to rest, John returned to the castle, relieved to not have to play the sad mourner for the rest of the day. In fact, the lion was practically dancing. He was delighting in the vengeful act of running his unwashed toes thru Richard’s silky black mane. The hide had been arranged so that when sitting in his bedside chair, John could rest his feet on his idiot brother’s slack and sallow face.
“Sssssire?” Sir Hiss poked his head in “Could I ssspeak with you?”
“I suppose so.” John gave Marion’s breast a slow, clearly possessive caress before he walked out into the hall.
“What is it, Hiss?”
The sneaky serpent looked up “Ssssire, the coronation will need to be sssssoon, but it cannot happen until you take Marion legally.”
John chuckled “A-HAW, A-HAW, A-HAW. Leave that to me, Hiss. You just worry about Robin. Tonight I want him watching what Marion and I do.”
Hiss nodded and slithered down to the dungeon. Once inside, he made his way to Robin’s cell to see the bandit fox on his knees passively sucking the Sheriff’s cock. The big wolf had one hand on the back of Robin’s head with a generous clump of fur clutched in his fist. The other hand was pinching one of Robin’s ears firmly between a thumb and forefinger as Robin made gentle “eurk…gulk…umph” sounds. While the Sherriff bobbed his head for him, Robin’s nose was hidden by the wolf’s thighs. It only took a few minutes for the wolf to stiffen as he held the fox’s head, the black nose pressed hard against the wolf’s pubic mound.
Once finished the Sherriff pulled out leaving Robin bound on his knees. The fox’s wrists were chained above his head and the morose captive was reluctantly licking his muzzle. What they usually gave him to eat tasted quite foul, so what the Sherriff had just fed him was being considered a treat by his jailors.
Hiss slithered in.  “Robin, the King has decided it is time to keep his promise to you. You will see Marion tonight.”
Robin looked up. “Will I be able to speak with her?”
Hiss smiled, slithering his smoothly-scaled body against Robin. “No, she will be a little too busy with her mouth full to talk to you.”
Robin knew what Hiss wanted and bent over, feeling the serpent’s length penetrate under his tail. It no longer hurt since they had been using him as a vixen so long. He was ashamed that it now aroused him. “You expect me to watch him have his way with her?”
Hiss shrugged, “Unless you do not want to see her. If you like, I shall tell his majesty you are not interested.” Hiss chuckled, coiling tighter about Robin as he thrust his sword into Robin’s sheath. The busy snake was delighted to feel the fox tremble in his tightly constricted coils even as Robin’s small erection pulsed and sprayed all over Robin’s own feet. The fox let out a sigh of satisfaction, anything to be allowed pleasure no matter how sordid these days.
Once Hiss released into the fox’s bowels and uncoiled, two buzzards approached Robin with some kind of leather sack.
Robin looked at it. “What is THAT?” he said, looking at the hide, which was soaking wet.
Hiss chuckled “Why, you’re not going to DISTRACT our King and his lover…”
Robin snapped, “She is NOT his lover, he’s a rapist…”
Hiss chuckled right in Robin’s face. “You shall see tonight BOTH are true. But if you wish to see her you will STEP IN THE SACK NOW!”
Robin considered then grudgingly relented. He stepped over to the hide. It was one piece, cool leather and steadily dripping water. It was also tight but fortunately quite slippery. Still, the fox had to struggle to slip in. As the hide was pulled up by the buzzards, it trapped Robin’s tail against his back. He figured his captors wanted his ass exposed. Once the thing was up to his armpits, he noticed it had but one opening, and it was for his cock and balls, small as they were. Robin closed his eyes and carefully began working his arms inside the skin to his sides. It wasn’t until then that the sheriff tugged the device up to Robin’s neck. Held tightly in place the fox was completely unable to move as one of the buzzards sewed the neck tight with heavy cord. Robin now looked more like Hiss than a fox. The wet hide around him cocooned him. Robin looked confused but a soft leather circle was slipped over his muzzle to prevent any understandable speech. This was tied securely behind his head. Then he was carried to a cell window and strapped onto the wide sill on his back like a slowly cooling pie.
Robin now saw the malicious intent of this nasty restraining sheath. In the warm fall sun, the leather began to shrink. As the day wore on the guard could begin to see details of Robin’s bare feet, his shoulder, his ass, as the hide snugged him tight in a shrink-wrap. The muzzle pressed his jaws closed and if it were not for the hole cut in the end for his black nose, he would have suffocated.
The day progressed with horrifying slowness until the blue dusk began to settle around the castle and Robin could not now move a muscle. In the room above him, he could hear Marion getting ready for her evening with the lecherous lion.  He had heard bells but had no idea for whom they were tolling.
As the moon began to rise, he heard a noise and the two buzzards returned. Robin was placed on the floor.  A grinning sheriff entered and placed the cool bottom of his foot casually on the leather-bound fox.  “Well, wot have we here, eh” he chuckled. “Looks like an earth worm.” He smiled gently, rubbing his foot across Robin’s black wet nose. “So,” he asked “ready to see that slut vixen show her true colors?”
Robin’s eyes flashed with anger, but he quickly realized that if he did not do as he was told, he would not get to see Marion. So his eyes went down and he nodded.
They carried Robin to a stone room barely larger than a sarcophagus. Any slight noise he could make from within the muzzle would be muffled by the stone, yet Robin could hear everything.  He felt a chill of claustrophobia, as they sealed the room. “Enjoy the show, Robin,” snickered the sheriff. “You will see how dominant our NEW king is, and pray we do not make this your tomb.”
The hidden door was sealed and a sheer silk drape hung to hide the eye slot from the people in the room. Robin stood in silence for perhaps an hour, looking at King John’s bed.  King John! He couldn’t believe how his world had changed so radically and so quickly. Then his eyes widened in horror as he suddenly recognized the rug for what it was. Lying right there on the floor beside John’s bed, spread out on the cold stone floor, with dusty paw prints scattered all across the yellow fur and dark black mane was the hide of his own King Richard! His hide! Richard really WAS dead. John had pulled it off. Robin’s heart raced as he sweated and fretted in his unyielding leather bondage sheath. He could not think of a way out of this, and John HAD Marion for his very own!
Just then, through the slit, Robin saw Marion walk in and he discovered why they had left his cock unconfined. Was it mercy? It sure didn’t feel like it, not seeing her naked form walk by. His cock grew very hard and he winced a bit as it pressed against the cool, coarse stone. This wasn’t going to be good.


Marion walked by the Window, her soft breasts swaying as she felt the cool breeze on her exposed nipples, the chain clinking. The weeks of John mounting her had left her frustrated. The first few times he had bedded her like she had always imagined it would be like with Robin, but after that, he took his pleasure and seemed to delight in leaving her RIGHT on the edge of her own climax, only to leave her time after time filled with his seed but frustrated and denied her own fullest pleasure.
Almost without her realizing it, as the evening grew, she had begun to fantasize, to get herself ready so she could climax. She had figured out that the lion was probably not trying to leave her unfulfilled on purpose. More likely, he was simply concentrating on nothing but his own full pleasure. So, she thought, if she started out the evening aroused…  Her paw went between her legs and she began to caress herself. The Guards watched but they had been watching the lion rape her for weeks and were merely amused and somewhat scornful of the maiden’s lewd behavior. Her soft paw pressed in and out, the tender claws gently scraping the walls of excited sex as she closed her eyes and sighed deeply. Her other paw slipped up to gently tug at her nipples, the spaces between her pads enclosing the pink nub, squeezing it with a slow pulsing rhythm. The pleasure began to grow, arousing her so much that a white foamy lather began to mat against the fur on her thighs.
Zhora’s words kept going through Marion’s mind: Her body was so sore and so cold, she would NOT spend another night on the floor while John doted over that lioness. Marion had started out fantasizing about Robin coming in and making passionate urgent love to her. But, of course, she had not seen Robin naked. She HAD seen the lion, though, and slowly, without her realizing it, she had begun to picture John’s dominating virile anatomy in her mind. The hardness of his muscles, all of them down to the powerful one angled between those mighty thighs. It made her sway in place, this thought. Robin had not shown up and, while the thought of John was taboo, it was, nevertheless, quite exciting. Quite arousing!
In the dark cool chamber, Robin realized the door was to her back and Marion did not know he was there due to the silk veil near where his eyes were. The startled fox’s eyes sprung wide as he watched Marion begin to pleasure herself, one paw thrusting deeply between her quivering thighs, while the other played with her own breasts, drawing out slow, deep moans.  Quietly and without fanfare, Prince John walked in to the room. Clad in his purple robe, the new monarch perched his foot on Richard’s head and stood leering at the naked vixen. His beautiful prize’s eyes were closed, her breaths puffing rapidly in the cool air as she worked herself rapidly, her paw sawing between her legs.
After a few moments John leaned, his head back “A-HAW…Ah-haw! Dreaming about your absent fox, Marion? Yearning for him still?”
The startled vixen’s eyes flew open and she shamefully pulled her paws away from her body, dropping them at her sides and bowing her head momentarily. It took a moment to gather her wits before she could look up at the Lion standing in the room and striking an arrogant pose. Swallowing hard, her heart pounding, she stood there with her paws sweating before the large lion, murmuring in a barely audible whisper, “No King John… I was actually thinking, of you.”
Robin’s eyes opened widely, as did John’s. The lion, twirling his whiskers, replied, “Have you now, Marion?” His mind raced. Whatever Zhora had done, it had worked! It seemed that Marion was going to give herself to him: fully and without resistance.
Marion knelt at John’s feet, her knees pressing into the soft brown fur covering the floor. She was kneeling on the very skin of her former protector and King. The famed and illustrious King Richard is now nothing but a mere rug to John’s pleasure.  As is she!  “Please Sire….take me. Rape me.”
John surveyed her warily but with a rising hope that matched his erection. She was actually DOING it. “You mean make love Marion?”
Marion shook her head vehemently. “No sire, please RAPE me. Take me. Have your way.” She smiled up at him from under her brows, a shy yet earnest neediness brightening her pupils. John had only seen her do that once with Robin. She reached up and opened the lion’s robe, and then lied back on the rug. She was going to let him take her right on top of the defeated ex king!”
John did not hesitate for a moment. He knelt down between her spread legs, poised over her. She met him eagerly, straining upward to kiss him deeply as her soft red thighs opened wider and pressed against the soft brown fur beneath her.
Robin could see her paw curl around the lion’s lengthy muscle to guide the excited cat straight to her sex. John growled loudly and the muscles in his flanks bunched as he leaned his weight down.  He felt Marion’s legs go around him as she arched her back and called out, “Yessss Sire. Sheath your sword in me!”
John chuckled with glee. “You nearly sound like Hiss,” he laughed as he withdrew briefly before lunging forward, getting a satisfying “UHHHN” out of Marion.
In the darkness, Robin watched in a morbid fascination. Marion’s tail flicked beneath her and John’s tail captured it, the two twitching furry ropes tightly entwined. Robin gaped in wonder as the large lion’s muscles rippled with every thrust and withdrawing motion. The fox’s tight muzzle clamped around his own, stifling the anguished yelp in this throat as he saw Marion ardently hug the new King tightly with each driving motion forward, causing her to grunt repeatedly. Marion then pulled herself up; panting in John’s face so loudly that Robin could clearly hear her.
“I…love you, Sire. You’re...better than Robin…UHUHH!”  The thrust caught her short and stole her breath away but she didn’t seem to mind in the least. In fact, her paws stretched out, the claws grasping at thin air in delight as she felt the lion embrace her.  Marion shivered with pleasure, savoring the fur of the lion rug under her and the fur of her new King pressing against her belly as their juices mingled. She delighted in the sensation of the warm lion and his mighty muscle within her.  Dizzy with satisfaction at John’s strong, capable rutting, she smiled broadly. “Take me...take Robin’s vixen sire…oh gods, this feels sooo damn good!”
Unable to look away, Robin watched the bottoms of the two lovers’ feet, John on top Marion below. John released a loud, triumphant roar, his head back as Marion moaned with equal volume, “OHH SIRE!” Then her thighs moved high, tightening against John’s back, claws extended, kneading the large lion’s back with curling motions that left noticeable rows in the monarch’s fur. Robin could just make out John’s cock with Marion’s sex stretched around its base. As it pulsed heavily within her, a rivulet of milky white lion seed leaked out, draining over her matted, sweaty sex before dropping slowly on the tawny yellow fur beneath.
John panted heavily, he could not believe it! Marion had been a wild vixen. She had moved with him, climaxed with him, and now she lay beneath him, praising him, nuzzling at him.  John moved to roll off the vixen and call in Zhora. He was going to leave the vixen on the floor, but when he moved she moved with him as one. Surprised at this wanton floozy’s behavior, John finally laid back and rested his head on the silky black mane of Richard the Rug. It was then that Marion moved and began to kiss down his belly.
John was caught by surprise. He was off-balance, propped up on his elbows, panting heavily.  John’s eyes widened watching Marion’s muzzle moving toward his wet cock. He tried to turn to grab her. “M...Marion...what are you doing? S...Stop…I command you! STOP! HISSSSSS! HISSSSSS!”
Marion tensed but did not comply. She could see the soft tawny balls of the new king, his red spike still wet with their combined juices. The scent was heavy, musky and intoxicating. It was John’s and it was driving her mad with passion and resolve. The new king had no leverage at the moment and, while this was disgusting, she vowed she would not spend another night on the floor. So, slowly she ran her tongue from the tawny balls up the length of him to the tip of his lion-hood. The curled her tongue around the pulsing red arrowhead and slurped the silky essence of their mingling into her mouth, swallowing quickly and licking her chops before smiling up at him.
Suddenly Hiss slithered in from an open door leading to another room. “Ssssire?” He blurted, blinked and gaped, stunned to see Marion open her mouth and take the lion’s entire penis inside her mouth and begin to suckle.
John gasped, his eyes crossing. “G..get OUT!” He threw a spittoon at the serpent, his aim thrown off by Marion’s mouth which was wet, slippery and nicely warm.
Robin’s eyes widened to plates before narrowing down to angry slits. He never believed Marion would consider such indecent behavior yet there she was suckling on his enemy like a passive, willing concubine.
Marion thought, “Zhora was right, I can taste John’s seed.” It was just as she had from Zhora’s sex. It was not a surprise and she suckled hungrily.
John moaned with pleasure and stretched back to lie full out on his brother’s hide. He smiled widely, letting the vixen lick and bob her head as she cleaned their co-mingled juices from his firm shaft.
John looked over at the drape where he knew Robin would be watching. Loudly, he tortured the tightly restrained fox with his carefully considered words. “Ahaw! Marion, my pet, you must be hungry. Why didn’t you say so? Keep that up and I will feed you some delicious cream.”
Robin watched as John leaned back happily.  Marion did as she was told, continuing to lick and suckle without inhibition until the lion grunted, and Robin watched Marion’s throat pulse and quiver as she started to swallow.
John closed his eyes, his claws held tightly to the back of Marion’s head. He held her muzzle between his legs as he felt the pleasant rush of pulse after pulse disappearing down her gullet. The pleasure was doubly intensified knowing that Robin was helplessly restrained just behind the wall watching Marion’s total capitulation and humiliation.
Once his considerably extended climax was finished, John let Marion up. He marveled at the smile on her face as she licked her chops repeatedly then snuggled up under his arm against his side. Her saliva cooled on his cock and balls even as John spoke.
“You polish the kings sword well Marion, but…why?”
Marion felt the lion’s heart racing. It filled her heart and tickled her thighs with a strange satisfaction. In a world where she had no control, SHE had done this! SHE had satisfied the lion even more than Zhora.  Marion casually slid her hand along the lion’s thigh until she gently cupped his balls. The two lovers relaxed contentedly on the trophy of his brother. And Marion felt no shame in her actions. She felt the weight of the lion’s scrotum in her hand and considered the soft, warm texture.
And she spoke with calm purpose. “Please, Sire, you need a marriage with me to legitimize your claim to the throne; and, as well, to put a finish to Robin and I. Please sire, allow me to marry you.”
Robin could not hear what was going on, but why was Marion snuggled up under John’s arm, her hand openly fondling the lion’s anatomy. Robin felt a stab of shame. He could see how much better endowed John was then himself. He must be satisfying Marion beyond Robin’s ability. The fox felt little better than a silly cuckold. Marion clearly had made her choice and it was certainly not him!
John’s ears perked up brightly at Marion’s little speech. “Wha..? A-HAW! Marion, my sweet, are you proposing to me? Why by England’s honor would you do that?”
Marion shook her head, moving into John so that his back was pressed against the black mane of the rug Richard. She could see the moisture from their love making soaking into the fur of the dead King. Blatantly uncaring of the sacrilege of her actions, she took John’s head in one arm, and with her other paw guided her breast to the lion’s full lips. “No Sire, I am begging you.”
John blinked at the sight of the white and red furred breast and leaned up to take it in his maw. His sharp fangs traced it gently as he suckled noisily “Mu…mum…mummph…Mommy,” he chuckled. After soaking her breast he looked up. She was stroking his ears gently when he said, “That’s still not a WHY, Marion.”
Marion leaned over and put the hottest kiss she could muster on the Lion’s lips. The young royal was surprised to feel the heat rising in her thighs. Out of the corner of her eye saw the new King’s spike hardening again but she controlled, with great effort, her impulse to grab the tool. “Uhhm, I am pregnant, Sire,” she said softly. By now, the lion’s head was resting on her stomach where his cub was maturing “I…don’t want to get kicked out of your bed again,” Marion admitted. “I thought Robin would get free, and…errr…the moment I give birth you will have no further use for me.”
John smiled. “And why should I believe you?”
Marion stroked his muzzle with both hands and kissed him again. “Because of the wedding gift I will give you,” she answered.
John frowned “What gift could that possibly be, Maid Marion? I have taken everything from you. Why, you do not even have a scrap of clothing to wear if I do not wish it, wench!”
Marion rubbed her cheek against him “My gift is to release you from your promise. You may do with Robin Hood whatever you wish.”
John’s eyes shone with eager delight at this, but his tone was wary. “When I am done with you, I will most likely grow bored with you. You will not be queen, you will be a concubine. There are no terms then. No…ahh…conditions?”
Marion shook her head. “I throw myself at the mercy of the King.”
John stood up, his head spinning, his mouth panting.  He watched Marion as she moved to all fours.
Robin’s eyes opened wide as he watched his love bend to the lion’s dusty feet and ran her tongue from the toe to the ankle and back.  John folded his arms and lifted one foot. “Marion, do you know how long I have wanted to humiliate you? From the very time I was in the Bottoms, my dear, where I trod the dirt.”
Marion bent to lick the black pads and slip her tongue between the lion’s toes, the taste was dusty, earthy and musky but she licked hungrily.
Within the stone room the cocooned fox watched in stunned disbelief as the beautiful vixen bathed not one but both of the lion’s feet with her tongue. He felt the defiance draining out of him.
Smirking, John watched Marion with gloating delight even as he felt her warm tongue lick and lap at his furry feet. If the Vixen held to her word, he would use her to reward other lords. Best of all, every man, woman and child in the realm would see her groveling before him. The barons and gentry would have to acknowledge his mastery of the kingdom. And the peasants would be put in their place once and for all. Rock hard, John patted the side of the bed. “So, Marion, would you like to fuck again?”
Marion smiled, the chain around her ankle clinking noticeably as she rose and slipped into bed. John slipped in behind her, warm and large and masterful, his firm hand going around her waist, possessing her in body and mind. He then whispered into her ear, “One more test, Marion, and then in the morning we shall make wedding arrangements.”
Marion’s eyes opened wide as she felt John wrap himself around her. “Ohhh Sire,” she cooed, raising her tail and crossing her wrists, “rape me again.”
John grinned. “That’s right, Marion: rape.” He guided his unyielding muscle under her tail. Marion looked back, her eyes wide. “Sire, what are you…GAH!” She stiffened as she felt the lion’s hard member penetrate her ass. The slippery spike spread her tail hole. “Feel that,” he growled. “Your last virginity…gone!” He thrust again, firmly plowing her rear furrow until his balls pressed up against the vixen’s tail hole.
“…uhhhhh…” Marion moaned, stunned and shocked and paralyzed by indecision and her need to control the lion king. Then John began to grunt and grind against her, holding her tight.
Robin could do nothing as the masterly lion sodomized Marion. Her soft eyes were glazed with tears but ultimately she accepted the lion, slowly moving in unison with him as her firm, warm ass pressed against the lion’s groin. Even aroused as he was, John took his time. He wanted to savor the pleasure of Marion’s ass as well as Robin being forced to witness his absolute dominance of the Maid Marion.  The once-haughty royal was being put in her place once and for all.
The couple rocked against each other in the flickering candle light. Outside, Zhora beamed. John probed deeply into Marion’s rump and the female did not complain even after a long session of pressing, grunting, grinding and thrusting. Marion felt John hold her waist tightly, penetrating her rear as deeply as he could, over and over until, the lion’s breath puffing in her ear with loud constant chuffs, he finally pulled her body tightly against his pelvis and climaxed. She closed her eyes and felt the surge of his ejaculation jet into her rear. Hot and fast and wet.  And then it was dripping out of her and she felt relieved it was done. John had completed his conquest. And when he pulled out of her rear, she felt him take her fluffy wide tail and wipe himself off. And still she dripped as he bade her lie on her side on the bed while he went to the sideboard and drank deeply from a cool pitcher of water while she watched thirstily.
For the rest of the night, Robin watched the pair from his vantage point, stiff and tired and helplessly wrapped in tight leather. The rapist and the raped spooned through the night. Every so often John would re-mount Marion, and after each love-making the vixen would slink down to lick her juices off the lion’s loins, as if to apologize for having sullied him.  It was in the early morning that they finally drifted to sleep. Marion spooned against John’s back, her head resting on his shoulder, her paw curled around the lion’s sheath. The look of contentment on Marion’s face seared into Robin’s heart and sickened him to his soul. And he stood there exhausted and helpless and completely beaten by a better, more cunning foe.
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