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John moves to the next to last stage of his plan, his Marriage to Marion, and a final disposition for Robin", "description_bbcode_parsed": "After a night of Frivolity with Maid Marion, the dark Prince (King?) John moves to the next to last stage of his plan, his Marriage to Marion, and a final disposition for Robin", "writing": "Alternate Robin Hood\n\nChapter 9\n\nThe next morning was delightful for the Usurper King. Slipping from his soft warm bed and caressing the thick vixen’s silken tail with an obscene grope of her ass and a sharp slap on that furry rump, he sent her to make his breakfast. “And Marion, give my guards a good show,” John said, checking her ankle chains with satisfaction as she walked away to make his meal.\n\nWalking deliberately over to the sheer silken veil, knowing exactly where to look, the smug king could just make out the weary eyes of Robin. The naked lion chuckled softly then stretched grandly, his long tail twitching.\n\nThe King made Marion serve him his breakfast. She knelt by his side, ate from his hand, and then helped him dress in his royal robes. After eating, he left Marion naked and went out to the Hall. The door was opened and Robin was allowed to fall backward onto the floor. \n\nRobin had not slept all night. He had been cramped, cold and forced to watch the fertile lion plow Marion’s fields with impunity. When Robin’s stiff, aching body settled on the cool floor, the first thing he was aware of were 10 tawny toes with the white tips of claws protruding from their sheaths. John’s whole plan had been culminating to this point. Robin was hungry, disoriented by lack of sleep, and was now at a critical psychological crossroads.\n\nRobin focused on the lion’s feet. His world had become feet. He had never much thought about the part of the body that carried a person; the part that was ground into dirt, that tread over miles of roads, that were stuffed into tight boots for hour after hour. But he now was familiar with them. He knew their scent. He could tell the difference in the textures of the pads and could tell where the wanderer had been by what was on them. Robin could not even see the rest of the person, his nose was at the level of the top of the toes, and the rest of the person barely existed. A pair of wolf feet walked up, the Sheriff, and not surprising one of the feline feet lifted. Robin was granted a brief view of the soft pink main pad, and the sticky black scuff across it as the velvety paw came to rest covering his face. The foot was still damp with the scent of Marion’s saliva.\n\nJohn used his living footrest in earnest, leaning his weight down so that the soft black nose pressed up into the toes causing his claws to extend slightly and John took some of the strain off his lower back, ideally wiggling his toes as the Sheriff chuckled. \n\n“And now, Robin, we come to the end.” John’s voice dripped with smug arrogance. “The part you have played in my plan is complete. You have lived not only to see me have my EVERY way with Marion, but to know I raped her enough times to ensure she will have my cubs. Are you listening, you worthless fox?” He snarled loudly, his white fangs showing as he gave a less than gentle push against the fox’s silken head under his foot.\n\nJohn felt the soft fur nod as Robin’s ears perked around the Kings foot to listen. John’s anger abated and he chuckled. “Good, good. You have learned to obey your monarch.” John extended his toes and used his foot to tug off Robin’s muzzle, feeling the warm moist breath under his foot. John idly ground the bottom of his foot against the fox’s face, not hard enough to hurt, just enough to enjoy the act of degrading the once valiant fox. “What shall I do with you Robin?”\n\nThe paw kept the light from Robin’s eyes, so it was shadowed, he could only see the underside, the wide pads, the soft fur between the claws, the musty feline scent filling his nose. “P…please sire….it doesn’t matter anymore…do with me what you will.”\n\nJohn smiled and leaned down. “Oh I WILL, and with Marion too, I am going to rut her like a well bred mare, I take it you have no objection.”\n\nRobin panted, listening to the lion talk was making him aroused again, and there was not a single thing he could do about it “No, Sire… Marion is yours to do with as you please….”\n\nJohn smiled. “There see we CAN agree. Now I am going to give you a CHOICE.”\n\nThe paw lifted and robin looked up the tawny legs at the lion and wolf, seeing John’s scrotum still wet from Marion. “A choice, sire?”\n\nJohn nodded “Yes. I can leave you in this leather sheath, let Hiss tire of you and place you in the Oubliette above my bed chambers and let you listen to me make Marion squeal like a pig until you die of the dehydration….or….”\n\nRobin shivered arching his back some “or?”\n\nJohn nodded. “Or, you can serve me as an example to others. Agree to allow Sir Hiss to ply his talents on you, and once I am sure you will never again interfere with my court, I will grant you amnesty and a spot on my court.”\n\nRobin blinked “You…you would do that?”\n\nJohn looked wounded “Robin…after all we have been through? Of course you would not MIND serving Hiss and the Sheriff here, from time to time, the same way Marion serves me?”\n\nRobin considered things; he looked at the floor in front of his nose, the collection of feet, and closed his eyes slowly “No Sire, I...would not.”\n\nJohn smiled. “Excellent I would so much hate to lose you Robin. HISS!?”\n\nRobin blinked, it was to be right now, Thru the leather he felt the python’s body slither over his….Hiss was heavy…the muscles of his coils thick and powerful. \n\nThe Python coiled around him. John and the Sheriff took a seat, this would happen right in the hall just outside Marion’s door.\n\nHiss’ face moved into view. “Look at me, Robin,” the snake hissed maliciously. “Look right into my eyes.”\n\nRobin had heard rumors of this, and the legends of how snakes could freeze their prey with a stare. His eyes rose and made contact with Hiss. It was not like he imagined. The eyes looked soothing. They seemed to flicker and play in the light with a surprising delight. The fox felt his burden becoming lighter. These were not his problems…. \n\nJohn leaned forward and grinned as a silly smile came over Robin’s face. “That’s it, Hiss. That’s IT!”\n\nJohn and the Sherriff watched with interest as Hiss began his task. The fox now had a soft smile on his face, his eyes wide staring into the snakes’ muzzle. \n\n“Now, Robin, do you hear me?” Hiss smiled, his forked tongue dancing before the sheathed fox’s nose. \n\nRelaxed and fully at ease on the floor with the muscular cool body of the python coiled around him he replied dreamily, “...yes...”\n\n“It would be better if you replied to EVERYONE either with ‘Yes, master’ or ‘Yes, mistress.”\n\nRobin, his eyes looking almost like rainbows replied, “Yesssss, Massster,” his grin growing.\n\n“Now firsssst off Robin you musssst tell me the truth only the truth. Tell me how you felt ssssseeing John rape Marion. Tell me it all.”\n\nJohn leaned forward, sending a servant for some popcorn as his ears perked forward. THIS was what he had been waiting for. \n\nRobin stared into the serpents eyes. “Angry….at first…but when...there was nothing I could do…aroused….couldn’t help it.”\n\nHiss chuckled. “And....what about your own rape?”\n\nRobin’s head swayed with Hiss as the snake’s head weaved back and forth. “It hurt at first….but once you all got me loose….back there…it was something I looked forward to… i…i…was… so...bored…for long…periods. And the feet...they did not taste like I expected…bland...salty…”\n\nJohn ate some popcorn and chuckled. “Oh EXCELLENT, as I wished he has become a closet slave. Bring him out of the closet, Hiss.”\n\nHiss smiled. “Robin…you no longer have feelingsssss for Marion….femalesssss are not attractive….you will be unable to become aroused by them.”\n\nRobin stared. “No longer…..Marion….”\n\nHiss continued. “From now on, your besssst lover issss your own paw. And you sssseek to pleasssse your King, John, your Sssssherriff… myself and whomever else we say…but never…NEVER Marion.”\n\nRobin relaxed further. “Never….Marion,” he parroted. \n\n“That’s a good fox, Robin. You LIKE being a good fox.”\n\nRobin smiled more. “…a good fox…”\n\nKiss motioned to John. “Now, Robin, look at the King.”\n\nRobin looked up with a stupid smile on his face as John held his hands about 2 feet apart.\n\nHiss smiled. “Do you see hisssssss pawssss, Robin?”\n\nRobin’s eyes focused a moment “…yes…”\n\nHiss continued. “Every king needs a FOOL, Robin. You are a fool.”\n\nRobin smiled, pleased to have a purpose. “I am a fool.” \n\nHiss nodded. “Yes. You clearly are. But a fool cannot be sssso clever, Robin. So you sssseee the King’s paws? That is how clever you are now. How smart. How cunning. Oh, but watch carefully now, Robin. Ssseeeeee it. Watch the paws closely there. Do you ssseee them coming together, Robin?”\n\n“…yes…I do…” The dull-eyed fox peered closely at the big paws closing the gap between their soft round pads.\n\n“That is you, Robin. That is you, my lad. Becoming lessssss clever….lesssss ssssmart…less cunning. And you want to be a GOOD fool, don’t you, Robin? Good for your King?”\n\nAs John slowly brought his paws closer Robin’s idiotic smile broadened. “Yesss a good fox for my king…a…good fool…”\n\nJohn delighted in the easy brilliance of Hiss’ strategy. He very slowly, very deliberately brought his paws closer and closer as Hisss whispered in Robin’s ear. “That’s it, Robin. Ssssee there, the smart Robin is going away…going away forever….. let him go…”\n\nEnthralled, Robin nodded. “…yesssss… let him go…”\n\nHiss smiled as John’s paws slowly came closer and closer till they were but one tiny insignificant inch apart. \n\nRobin now had a lazy stupid smile on his muzzle as he drooled down his own chin.\n\nJohn smiled “What happened to the smart, clever, cunning Robin?”\n\nRobin replied simply, “Gone.”\n\nJohn leaned in, white fangs showing. “Where did he go?”\n\nRobin looked up confused. “…don’t know…gone….”\n\nHiss whispered, “Bring him back now.”\n\nRobin seemed bewildered. “Don’t know where…smart…Robin went. Gone…for good…”\n\n“For the good of the King?” Hiss nodded, pleased.\n\n“For good,” Robin said simply, stupidly.\n\nJohn stood, as he brought his foot slowly down on the fox’s head. Robin turned it so one soft cheek ruff was against John’s foot, the other pressed against the dirty stone floor. “Sherriff, leave us. I have some fine tuning to do on my new FOOL.”\n\n******************************************************************************\n\nMarion moved about her room, bells tolled joyously throughout the land. Her door was still guarded but it was unlocked, she had no chain on her ankle, which felt strange now, as did the soft tawny yellow silk wedding gown. She had spent nearly3 months in nothing but her fur, having the garment on now felt constricting, despite being pure silk. John had insisted she wear no undergarments. He had said she would not be wearing the dress very long, and he didn’t want undergarments to get in the way. It had been a month since she had agreed to marry King John, the very next day after her promise, she had been measured for the beautiful wedding gown, the long train, and the veil. They were all designed to fit her ever hardening belly and her naked form. Marion was not even accorded a white gown as a symbol of purity. Instead, it was the same color as John’s fur. Marion could smell the spring flowers that festooned the whole palace; indeed the entire town, long bereft of celebration was riotously decorated. For a change John had opened the coffers and food was in abundance. Everyone celebrated the King’s wedding, though he had not yet been crowned. As Marion, brushed her paw over a lovely decorated fan on her dressing table, there was a knock at the door.\n\nMarion turned, the long train twisting around her. “Come in.” She smiled when she saw a familiar old badger enter, clad in a simple woolen robe and rope belt. “Friar Tuck,” she curtsied politely.\n\nAs the old friar waddled in, he looked distressed. “Marion, my child, I beg you to reconsider. John wants to use you to get the crown. He is not even marrying you as a QUEEN but as a concubine, that is far below your true station.\n\nMarion smiled and gave the old badger a kiss on the cheek. “I know, Friar Tuck, but he COULD have had me killed. And even now, while it would not be as easy for him, he could still pull it off. And through it all, he HAS cared for me.”\n\nThe old friar went on. “But, Marion, gracious me… the vows! You’re saying a vow before GOD. You need NOT use the phrase, ‘love, honor and OBEY.’ You could say ‘CHERISH.’ And worse yet, the King, great gods and garters, has excluded the phrase ‘to forsake all others.’ Marion he seeks to USE you!”\n\nMarion fixed the old badger with a look “I have told you, Friar Tuck, this is something I MUST do, I will make the vows in good faith.”\n\nTuck paced nervously. “Marion….at least please consider this: in the ceremony, if you do not say ‘I do’ you may still have the protection of the Church… ”\n\nMarion cut him off brusquely. “I understand there is a ceremony AFTER the wedding?”\n\nTuck sighed, “The king must consummate the union. It is the last chance, Marion. You chose me to wed the two of you. I, the Bishop, the Sherriff, and several nobles will accompany you and King John to your bed chambers. The king will… Marion, he will have his way with you, with all of us watching to see that you are willing and that it is HIS seed which….makes you fertile. At the moment of his climax, Marion, it is the point of no return. If we see him spill his seed INTO you the Bishop will give his blessing and declare the union complete and God will have joined you and only God or King John can part you.”\n\nMarion smiled as everyone had now begun calling John king. Then she glanced at her own belly. If Tuck knew she was already with child, out of wedlock... She sighed and said, “Thank you, good Friar. I am glad at least that you can perform the ceremony.”\n\nTuck was silent a moment then asked quietly, “What of Robin?”\n\nMarion looked up “I don’t know, Friar. John has told me he has shown mercy, and so far, anyways, he has kept his word. There was another knock at the door and a weasel guard stuck his head in “Friar, Lady Marion, it is time.” He leered at Marion having seen her many times without a stitch on.\n\nTuck sighed and exited as Clucky slipped the soft veil over her face, and led her out.\n\nIn the Cathedral the pews were full, everyone jammed in. Flowers hung from everywhere and the sun shone thru the stain glass windows brightly, the day warm and pleasant, John’s banners fluttering. John waited in his richest robe, at the altar, smiling smugly as he stroked his moustache. Standing just above, at the altar were Friar Tuck and the Bishop. To the side sat an oiled and coiled Hiss, and the Sheriff in a dapper outfit.\n\nAs the organ began to play, Marion began to walk down the aisle. Skippy and his sister were ring bearer and flower girl. Marion felt a tug of her train, and a collective gasp went up from the audience. Marion turned and her muzzle dropped open “Robin!” There behind her, clothed in the livery of King John, as a page, stood Robin Hood, he looked solemn and dutiful, concentrating on his tasks one by one as he’d been taught. He smiled a bit vacantly at Marion. Clucky gently urged Marion “Your groom is waiting.”\n\nBewildered, she began to march down the aisle. The entire congregation was silent.\n\nTuck stared in disbelief as Marion approached. Finally, she stood before the altar. Tuck found his tongue. Clearing his voice he announced to the crowd, “Who will give away the bride?”\n\nWithout a word, Robin moved a bit awkwardly around and took Marion’s paw in his. Marion blinked; she had thought Robin would be dead. As everyone watched, Robin gently took Marion to John and put her paw in the King’s. Nodding slowly at the job done, Robin backed carefully away and stood among the group circling the altar, a vacantly pleased look on his face for having gotten everything right.\n\nJohn chuckled and leaned over slightly whispering, “Do you like my wedding present? I told you I would not kill him.”\n\nMarion was so stunned to see Robin alive, and unharmed, she blinked. Her thighs were burning so intensely with lust at the act of dominance she could barely answer, “Mmm hmmm.”\n\nTuck’s mind raced as he began, “We are gathered here, to join this Lion, John, and this Vixen, Marion, in holy matrimony.”\n\nAs Tuck went on, Skippy and Sis stared at Robin. The fox stood quietly back at the end of Marion’s train, watching the proceedings with a kind of dumb awe.\n\nMarion listened as Tuck turned. “King John, do you take this Vixen, Marion, as your lawfully wedded concubine, to have and to hold, for rich or for poor, for better or worse, till death or the will of the Lawful king parts you?”\n\nJohn smiled. “I do.”\n\nTuck fixed Marion with a look. Perhaps seeing Robin was enough for her… “Marion, do you take this Lion, John Lawful King of England, as your Sovereign, lord liege and husband? To Love honor and obey, till death or the Lawful King of England do part you?”\n\nMarion paused and turned her head to look at John from under her veil. “I do”\n\nTuck winced. “The rings.”\n\nSkippy stepped forward, bemused, on a silken pillow set a smooth gold band and a ring with a large diamond. The serious-faced Friar took the smooth gold band first and blessed it, and handed it to John. “Place the ring on her finger and repeat ‘with this ring, I thee wed’.”\n\nJohn smiled like a snarling cat as he gently took Marion’s left paw and the plain gold band, slipping it on her finger stating loudly, “With this ring I THEE wed!”\n\nTuck picked up the huge gold and diamond ring, giving it to Marion. “Marion, place this ring on the King’s finger and state ‘With this ring, I thee Wed’.”\n\nHer loins burning, Marion took the large paw of the Lion, and placed the diamond on the ring finger of the left paw, stroking the soft fur she said clearly, “With this ring, I thee wed.”\n\nTuck looked around helplessly. Will Scarlett was in the audience and he was supposed to speak after this next phrase, but with Robin standing right there. Robin was the only one who could, at this point, intervene.\n\nTuck looked up at the crowd. “If any present know of ANY reason why these two should not be wed, let them speak now, or FOREVER hold their peace”.\n\nAll eyes went to Robin, who stood there remaining silent, a gentle gullible smile on his muzzle. Tuck could not understand how John could be so powerful, even if Robin had NOT been there, there would always have been doubt, but Robin not only held is peace, he had GIVEN the bride away. Tuck felt the bishop nudge him, and with reluctance said, “I then declare you Man and Wife, You….you may kiss the bride.’\n\nJohn lifted the veil and smiling like a predator about to pounce its prey, slipped his arms around the vixen and before all, planted a deep warm kiss which she returned hugging to the lion while standing on her toes.\n\nA cheer went up in the church and to the crowd outside. As John panted with lust, he gave no thought to the Vixen, all that remained was to bed her, his goal within sight.\n\nJohn conducted her out of the church onto the steps with the rice being thrown. The couple stood by a carriage that had a “Just Married” sign hung on the back, with cans and shoes tied to the carriage’s rear frame. The King helped Marion board the carriage then followed. They made a showy parade around the Palace. This was a necessary delay for the clergy to get ready to witness the consummation.\n\nFinally they pulled up to the main castle entrance, with John quickly conducting Marion inside to his bedchamber. The skin of his brother had been removed though Marion’s ankle shackle remained cold and stretched to the side.\n\nMarion looked around. Slightly elevated about two feet high was a walkway circling the four-poster bed. Standing on the walkway were the Bishop and Tuck at the head of the bed. Lord Gizborn, a leopard, and the ambassador that had delivered Richard’s hide stood to the right, while the sheriff and Mother Rabbit, Skippy’s mom, stood to the left. Each tugged a sheer drape that would obscure them to the newlyweds.\n\nJohn parted the curtains and stood arrogantly and lordly at the bedside. Marion, whose hands fumbled as if she were a blushing virgin bride who had never done this, removed John’s belt. Next, she unlaced his tunic and removed his regal robe, letting it fall to the lion’s feet. Marion quickly knelt and removed John’s sandals while he looked impatient, and finally drew his tunic over his head, leaving the lion completely naked.\n\nMarion then stepped back, reaching behind her she loosened her wedding gown and with a single shrug the garment fell away from her shoulders. It pooled around her feet leaving her magnificent body open for all to view.\n\nMarion smiled at John from under her brows, her soft red fur immaculate as her white underbelly showed off her plump pouting breasts. Friar Tuck watched, his jaw dropping open, as Marion went to John and tugged on his paw, meekly leading him toward the bed. The vixen then climbed up onto the mattress and kneeled there on all fours. There was a gasp as the royal verifiers realized that Marion was presenting herself on all fours to the King, animal style. \n\nMaid Marion no longer, the new vixen concubine flicked her tail over her back, exposing her wet folds; she was already hot for him, the white fur close against her outer lips but the pink between beckoning.\n\nWith a smile, John strode forward, his length already erect his paws slipped along the curve of Marion’s ass. He snarled gently making sure that all could see as he guided himself within the folds of the vixen. John groaned as he now did in public what he had done privately, his tip sheathing itself into her as her warm slippery muscles parted. He had to lower himself slightly to step forward so that when he brusquely stood up he slid home, pulling her hips to him.\n\nMarion arched and groaned as the Lion began his final conquest. Leaning over, he cupped her swaying breast, the two panting as he pulled back and thrust into her wetness. He whispered softly, “Just a few more, my dear.” Then he growled loudly and his muscular flanks bunched and moved under his tawny fur as he pressed in again and again.\n\nMarion’s hands gripped the sheet as she leaned back, panting as she watched the silhouettes of the others watching as John mounted her. The bed creaked with their combined rutting. The victorious, elated lion snarled with each joyful thrust causing Marion to grunt. John was not holding back and was at his best. Reaching over he pressed the vixen’s face into the pillow to stifle her pleasured grunts. He had to try to keep from going too fast. He just had to get to climax. The thought caused him anxiety, which in turn drew out the moment to his frustration and pleasure.\n\nTuck watched from his side. It was clear the Lion’s sword was sheathed in her, and they were actively at it. Beyond the bed, the door to the king’s chambers stayed shut. There was no commotion, no rescue party, just the sound of the softly thumping wooden bed, the groans and the fast loud breaths of heavily rutting bride and groom.\n\nFinally John felt it, the pleasant build of pleasure. Slowing just a bit, he changed his pace to firm, spaced thrusts. Once, Marion grunted into the pillow. Twice, she grunted again. On the third grunt and thrust, the lion felt the pleasure in his loins. Pressing deep into her, he held her tightly to him as he pulsed, rivulets of creamy white semen squishing around his cock where her sheath gripped him. Her juices, his semen, it all ran down her quivering furry thighs.\n\nPanting the lion relaxed as his climax passed. Flushed with triumph, he had DONE it. Smiling now, instead of pressing the vixen’s face into the pillow, he changed his grip. Holding her head by a thick tuft of her hair, he lifted her. Marion’s arms hung limp, her tongue lolled from her muzzle, and her eyes looked vacant as she panted. He turned gently toward the curtains surrounding the bed, knowing well exactly where the Bishop stood on the viewing platform. Marion was still clearly impaled on the King’s member as he moved her side to side, forward and back to show them all the evidence of his dominance, his victory, his consummation of his wedding to each witness behind the curtain.\n\nTuck heard the Bishop intone, “I hereby declare this union consummated and valid.”\n\nTuck turned desperately. “Your Grace, please, I am SURE there is some duplicity here.”\n\nThe Bishop turned and hissed at the friar, “Tuck, you are a man of the cloth. You tried to tell me she was coerced, but what I just saw was a young vixen getting her brains screwed out by her husband. Now to forestall any further trouble, I am reassigning you to France, you will leave tonight.”\n\nTuck looked down sullenly, “Yes your grace.”\n\n******************************************************************\n\nOnce the clergy had left, John relaxed. He re-shackled Marion’s ankle, even though she did not need it, he liked how it looked. \n\n“Hiss?” he smiled sitting back and drinking some tea while Marion lay curled on the lion skin rug by his feet gently licking his toes.\n\nHiss slithered in. “Yessss Ssssire?”\n\nJohn nodded at the snake. “Everyone is in town for the wedding. My coronation will be tomorrow.”\n\nHiss nodded “I will sssssee to it, Ssssire”\n\nMarion looked up at John, gently stroking his leg “Sire? How…How did you get Robin to behave like that?”\n\nJohn chuckled. “Would you like to see him?\n\nCurious, Marion nodded.\n\nJohn went over to a door that opened to a side room. Within sat Robin in the corner sitting without of stitch of clothing. The stupidly grinning fox had his shaft in his own paw, warmly sliding it up and down himself repeatedly as he noisily sucked his thumb. \n\nMarion mouth fell open at the sight. Judging by the amount of sticky fluid and crusted whiteness all over Robin’s front, he had been at this some time.\n\nWhen Robin saw Marion and John, he still continued to pleasure himself. Then he inanely smiled up at Marion, his left paw working his shaft, his right thumb encased in his mouth suckling loudly he said “mum mummph mummphs “Mommy”\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Alternate Robin Hood

Chapter 9

The next morning was delightful for the Usurper King. Slipping from his soft warm bed and caressing the thick vixen’s silken tail with an obscene grope of her ass and a sharp slap on that furry rump, he sent her to make his breakfast. “And Marion, give my guards a good show,” John said, checking her ankle chains with satisfaction as she walked away to make his meal.

Walking deliberately over to the sheer silken veil, knowing exactly where to look, the smug king could just make out the weary eyes of Robin.  The naked lion chuckled softly then stretched grandly, his long tail twitching.

The King made Marion serve him his breakfast. She knelt by his side, ate from his hand, and then helped him dress in his royal robes. After eating, he left Marion naked and went out to the Hall. The door was opened and Robin was allowed to fall backward onto the floor.

Robin had not slept all night. He had been cramped, cold and forced to watch the fertile lion plow Marion’s fields with impunity. When Robin’s stiff, aching body settled on the cool floor, the first thing he was aware of were 10 tawny toes with the white tips of claws protruding from their sheaths.  John’s whole plan had been culminating to this point. Robin was hungry, disoriented by lack of sleep, and was now at a critical psychological crossroads.

Robin focused on the lion’s feet. His world had become feet. He had never much thought about the part of the body that carried a person; the part that was ground into dirt, that tread over miles of roads, that were stuffed into tight boots for hour after hour. But he now was familiar with them. He knew their scent. He could tell the difference in the textures of the pads and could tell where the wanderer had been by what was on them. Robin could not even see the rest of the person, his nose was at the level of the top of the toes, and the rest of the person barely existed. A pair of wolf feet walked up, the Sheriff, and not surprising one of the feline feet lifted. Robin was granted a brief view of the soft pink main pad, and the sticky black scuff across it as the velvety paw came to rest covering his face. The foot was still damp with the scent of Marion’s saliva.

John used his living footrest in earnest, leaning his weight down so that the soft black nose pressed up into the toes causing his claws to extend slightly and John took some of the strain off his lower back, ideally wiggling his toes as the Sheriff chuckled.

“And now, Robin, we come to the end.” John’s voice dripped with smug arrogance. “The part you have played in my plan is complete. You have lived not only to see me have my EVERY way with Marion, but to know I raped her enough times to ensure she will have my cubs. Are you listening, you worthless fox?”  He snarled loudly, his white fangs showing as he gave a less than gentle push against the fox’s silken head under his foot.

John felt the soft fur nod as Robin’s ears perked around the Kings foot to listen. John’s anger abated and he chuckled. “Good, good. You have learned to obey your monarch.” John extended his toes and used his foot to tug off Robin’s muzzle, feeling the warm moist breath under his foot. John idly ground the bottom of his foot against the fox’s face, not hard enough to hurt, just enough to enjoy the act of degrading the once valiant fox. “What shall I do with you Robin?”

The paw kept the light from Robin’s eyes, so it was shadowed, he could only see the underside, the wide pads, the soft fur between the claws, the musty feline scent filling his nose. “P…please sire….it doesn’t matter anymore…do with me what you will.”

John smiled and leaned down. “Oh I WILL, and with Marion too, I am going to rut her like a well bred mare, I take it you have no objection.”

Robin panted, listening to the lion talk was making him aroused again, and there was not a single thing he could do about it “No, Sire… Marion is yours to do with as you please….”

John smiled. “There see we CAN agree. Now I am going to give you a CHOICE.”

The paw lifted and robin looked up the tawny legs at the lion and wolf, seeing John’s scrotum still wet from Marion. “A choice, sire?”

John nodded “Yes. I can leave you in this leather sheath, let Hiss tire of you and place you in the Oubliette above my bed chambers and let you listen to me make Marion squeal like a pig until you die of the dehydration….or….”

Robin shivered arching his back some “or?”

John nodded. “Or, you can serve me as an example to others. Agree to allow Sir Hiss to ply his talents on you, and once I am sure you will never again interfere with my court, I will grant you amnesty and a spot on my court.”

Robin blinked “You…you would do that?”

John looked wounded “Robin…after all we have been through? Of course you would not MIND serving Hiss and the Sheriff here, from time to time, the same way Marion serves me?”

Robin considered things; he looked at the floor in front of his nose, the collection of feet, and closed his eyes slowly “No Sire, I...would not.”

John smiled. “Excellent I would so much hate to lose you Robin. HISS!?”

Robin blinked, it was to be right now, Thru the leather he felt the python’s body slither over his….Hiss was heavy…the muscles of his coils thick and powerful.  

The Python coiled around him. John and the Sheriff took a seat, this would happen right in the hall just outside Marion’s door.

Hiss’ face moved into view. “Look at me, Robin,” the snake hissed maliciously. “Look right into my eyes.”

Robin had heard rumors of this, and the legends of how snakes could freeze their prey with a stare. His eyes rose and made contact with Hiss. It was not like he imagined. The eyes looked soothing. They seemed to flicker and play in the light with a surprising delight. The fox felt his burden becoming lighter. These were not his problems….

John leaned forward and grinned as a silly smile came over Robin’s face. “That’s it, Hiss. That’s IT!”

John and the Sherriff watched with interest as Hiss began his task. The fox now had a soft smile on his face, his eyes wide staring into the snakes’ muzzle.

“Now, Robin, do you hear me?” Hiss smiled, his forked tongue dancing before the sheathed fox’s nose.

Relaxed and fully at ease on the floor with the muscular cool body of the python coiled around him he replied dreamily, “...yes...”

“It would be better if you replied to EVERYONE either with ‘Yes, master’ or ‘Yes, mistress.”

Robin, his eyes looking almost like rainbows replied, “Yesssss, Massster,” his grin growing.

“Now firsssst off Robin you musssst tell me the truth only the truth. Tell me how you felt ssssseeing John rape Marion. Tell me it all.”

John leaned forward, sending a servant for some popcorn as his ears perked forward. THIS was what he had been waiting for.

Robin stared into the serpents eyes. “Angry….at first…but when...there was nothing I could do…aroused….couldn’t help it.”

Hiss chuckled. “And....what about your own rape?”

Robin’s head swayed with Hiss as the snake’s head weaved back and forth. “It hurt at first….but once you all got me loose….back there…it was something I looked forward to… i…i…was… so...bored…for long…periods.  And the feet...they did not taste like I expected…bland...salty…”

John ate some popcorn and chuckled. “Oh EXCELLENT, as I wished he has become a closet slave. Bring him out of the closet, Hiss.”

Hiss smiled. “Robin…you no longer have feelingsssss for Marion….femalesssss are not attractive….you will be unable to become aroused by them.”

Robin stared. “No longer…..Marion….”

Hiss continued. “From now on, your besssst lover issss your own paw. And you sssseek to pleasssse your King, John, your Sssssherriff… myself and whomever else we say…but never…NEVER Marion.”

Robin relaxed further. “Never….Marion,” he parroted.

“That’s a good fox, Robin. You LIKE being a good fox.”

Robin smiled more. “…a good fox…”

Kiss motioned to John. “Now, Robin, look at the King.”

Robin looked up with a stupid smile on his face as John held his hands about 2 feet apart.

Hiss smiled. “Do you see hisssssss pawssss, Robin?”

Robin’s eyes focused a moment “…yes…”

Hiss continued. “Every king needs a FOOL, Robin. You are a fool.”

Robin smiled, pleased to have a purpose. “I am a fool.”

Hiss nodded. “Yes. You clearly are. But a fool cannot be sssso clever, Robin. So you sssseee the King’s paws? That is how clever you are now. How smart. How cunning. Oh, but watch carefully now, Robin.  Ssseeeeee it.  Watch the paws closely there. Do you ssseee them coming together, Robin?”

“…yes…I do…” The dull-eyed fox peered closely at the big paws closing the gap between their soft round pads.

“That is you, Robin.  That is you, my lad. Becoming lessssss clever….lesssss ssssmart…less cunning. And you want to be a GOOD fool, don’t you, Robin? Good for your King?”

As John slowly brought his paws closer Robin’s idiotic smile broadened. “Yesss a good fox for my king…a…good fool…”

John delighted in the easy brilliance of Hiss’ strategy.  He very slowly, very deliberately brought his paws closer and closer as Hisss whispered in Robin’s ear. “That’s it, Robin. Ssssee there, the smart Robin is going away…going away forever….. let him go…”

Enthralled, Robin nodded. “…yesssss… let him go…”

Hiss smiled as John’s paws slowly came closer and closer till they were but one tiny insignificant inch apart.

Robin now had a lazy stupid smile on his muzzle as he drooled down his own chin.

John smiled “What happened to the smart, clever, cunning Robin?”

Robin replied simply, “Gone.”

John leaned in, white fangs showing. “Where did he go?”

Robin looked up confused. “…don’t know…gone….”

Hiss whispered, “Bring him back now.”

Robin seemed bewildered. “Don’t know where…smart…Robin went.  Gone…for good…”

“For the good of the King?” Hiss nodded, pleased.

“For good,” Robin said simply, stupidly.

John stood, as he brought his foot slowly down on the fox’s head. Robin turned it so one soft cheek ruff was against John’s foot, the other pressed against the dirty stone floor. “Sherriff, leave us. I have some fine tuning to do on my new FOOL.”

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Marion moved about her room, bells tolled joyously throughout the land. Her door was still guarded but it was unlocked, she had no chain on her ankle, which felt strange now, as did the soft tawny yellow silk wedding gown. She had spent nearly3 months in nothing but her fur, having the garment on now felt constricting, despite being pure silk. John had insisted she wear no undergarments. He had said she would not be wearing the dress very long, and he didn’t want undergarments to get in the way. It had been a month since she had agreed to marry King John, the very next day after her promise, she had been measured for the beautiful wedding gown, the long train, and the veil. They were all designed to fit her ever hardening belly and her naked form. Marion was not even accorded a white gown as a symbol of purity. Instead, it was the same color as John’s fur. Marion could smell the spring flowers that festooned the whole palace; indeed the entire town, long bereft of celebration was riotously decorated. For a change John had opened the coffers and food was in abundance. Everyone celebrated the King’s wedding, though he had not yet been crowned.  As Marion, brushed her paw over a lovely decorated fan on her dressing table, there was a knock at the door.

Marion turned, the long train twisting around her. “Come in.” She smiled when she saw a familiar old badger enter, clad in a simple woolen robe and rope belt. “Friar Tuck,” she curtsied politely.

As the old friar waddled in, he looked distressed. “Marion, my child, I beg you to reconsider. John wants to use you to get the crown. He is not even marrying you as a QUEEN but as a concubine, that is far below your true station.

Marion smiled and gave the old badger a kiss on the cheek. “I know, Friar Tuck, but he COULD have had me killed. And even now, while it would not be as easy for him, he could still pull it off.  And through it all, he HAS cared for me.”

The old friar went on. “But, Marion, gracious me… the vows!  You’re saying a vow before GOD. You need NOT use the phrase, ‘love, honor and OBEY.’ You could say ‘CHERISH.’ And worse yet, the King, great gods and garters, has excluded the phrase ‘to forsake all others.’ Marion he seeks to USE you!”

Marion fixed the old badger with a look “I have told you, Friar Tuck, this is something I MUST do, I will make the vows in good faith.”

Tuck paced nervously. “Marion….at least please consider this: in the ceremony, if you do not say ‘I do’ you may still have the protection of the Church… ”

Marion cut him off brusquely. “I understand there is a ceremony AFTER the wedding?”

Tuck sighed, “The king must consummate the union. It is the last chance, Marion. You chose me to wed the two of you. I, the Bishop, the Sherriff, and several nobles will accompany you and King John to your bed chambers. The king will… Marion, he will have his way with you, with all of us watching to see that you are willing and that it is HIS seed which….makes you fertile. At the moment of his climax, Marion, it is the point of no return. If we see him spill his seed INTO you the Bishop will give his blessing and declare the union complete and God will have joined you and only God or King John can part you.”

Marion smiled as everyone had now begun calling John king. Then she glanced at her own belly. If Tuck knew she was already with child, out of wedlock... She sighed and said, “Thank you, good Friar. I am glad at least that you can perform the ceremony.”

Tuck was silent a moment then asked quietly, “What of Robin?”

Marion looked up “I don’t know, Friar. John has told me he has shown mercy, and so far, anyways, he has kept his word. There was another knock at the door and a weasel guard stuck his head in “Friar, Lady Marion, it is time.” He leered at Marion having seen her many times without a stitch on.

Tuck sighed and exited as Clucky slipped the soft veil over her face, and led her out.

In the Cathedral the pews were full, everyone jammed in. Flowers hung from everywhere and the sun shone thru the stain glass windows brightly, the day warm and pleasant, John’s banners fluttering. John waited in his richest robe, at the altar, smiling smugly as he stroked his moustache. Standing just above, at the altar were Friar Tuck and the Bishop. To the side sat an oiled and coiled Hiss, and the Sheriff in a dapper outfit.

As the organ began to play, Marion began to walk down the aisle. Skippy and his sister were ring bearer and flower girl. Marion felt a tug of her train, and a collective gasp went up from the audience. Marion turned and her muzzle dropped open “Robin!” There behind her, clothed in the livery of King John, as a page, stood Robin Hood, he looked solemn and dutiful, concentrating on his tasks one by one as he’d been taught. He smiled a bit vacantly at Marion. Clucky gently urged Marion “Your groom is waiting.”

Bewildered, she began to march down the aisle. The entire congregation was silent.

Tuck stared in disbelief as Marion approached. Finally, she stood before the altar. Tuck found his tongue. Clearing his voice he announced to the crowd, “Who will give away the bride?”

Without a word, Robin moved a bit awkwardly around and took Marion’s paw in his. Marion blinked; she had thought Robin would be dead. As everyone watched, Robin gently took Marion to John and put her paw in the King’s. Nodding slowly at the job done, Robin backed carefully away and stood among the group circling the altar, a vacantly pleased look on his face for having gotten everything right.

John chuckled and leaned over slightly whispering, “Do you like my wedding present? I told you I would not kill him.”

Marion was so stunned to see Robin alive, and unharmed, she blinked. Her thighs were burning so intensely with lust at the act of dominance she could barely answer, “Mmm hmmm.”

Tuck’s mind raced as he began, “We are gathered here, to join this Lion, John, and this Vixen, Marion, in holy matrimony.”

As Tuck went on, Skippy and Sis stared at Robin. The fox stood quietly back at the end of Marion’s train, watching the proceedings with a kind of dumb awe.

Marion listened as Tuck turned. “King John, do you take this Vixen, Marion, as your lawfully wedded concubine, to have and to hold, for rich or for poor, for better or worse, till death or the will of the Lawful king parts you?”

John smiled. “I do.”

Tuck fixed Marion with a look. Perhaps seeing Robin was enough for her… “Marion, do you take this Lion, John Lawful King of England, as your Sovereign, lord liege and husband? To Love honor and obey, till death or the Lawful King of England do part you?”

Marion paused and turned her head to look at John from under her veil. “I do”

Tuck winced. “The rings.”

Skippy stepped forward, bemused, on a silken pillow set a smooth gold band and a ring with a large diamond. The serious-faced Friar took the smooth gold band first and blessed it, and handed it to John. “Place the ring on her finger and repeat ‘with this ring, I thee wed’.”

John smiled like a snarling cat as he gently took Marion’s left paw and the plain gold band, slipping it on her finger stating loudly, “With this ring I THEE wed!”

Tuck picked up the huge gold and diamond ring, giving it to Marion. “Marion, place this ring on the King’s finger and state ‘With this ring, I thee Wed’.”

Her loins burning, Marion took the large paw of the Lion, and placed the diamond on the ring finger of the left paw, stroking the soft fur she said clearly, “With this ring, I thee wed.”

Tuck looked around helplessly. Will Scarlett was in the audience and he was supposed to speak after this next phrase, but with Robin standing right there. Robin was the only one who could, at this point, intervene.

Tuck looked up at the crowd. “If any present know of ANY reason why these two should not be wed, let them speak now, or FOREVER hold their peace”.

All eyes went to Robin, who stood there remaining silent, a gentle gullible smile on his muzzle.  Tuck could not understand how John could be so powerful, even if Robin had NOT been there, there would always have been doubt, but Robin not only held is peace, he had GIVEN the bride away. Tuck felt the bishop nudge him, and with reluctance said, “I then declare you Man and Wife, You….you may kiss the bride.’

John lifted the veil and smiling like a predator about to pounce its prey, slipped his arms around the vixen and before all, planted a deep warm kiss which she returned hugging to the lion while standing on her toes.

A cheer went up in the church and to the crowd outside. As John panted with lust, he gave no thought to the Vixen, all that remained was to bed her, his goal within sight.

John conducted her out of the church onto the steps with the rice being thrown. The couple stood by a carriage that had a “Just Married” sign hung on the back, with cans and shoes tied to the carriage’s rear frame. The King helped Marion board the carriage then followed. They made a showy parade around the Palace. This was a necessary delay for the clergy to get ready to witness the consummation.

Finally they pulled up to the main castle entrance, with John quickly conducting Marion inside to his bedchamber. The skin of his brother had been removed though Marion’s ankle shackle remained cold and stretched to the side.

Marion looked around. Slightly elevated about two feet high was a walkway circling the four-poster bed. Standing on the walkway were the Bishop and Tuck at the head of the bed. Lord Gizborn, a leopard, and the ambassador that had delivered Richard’s hide stood to the right, while the sheriff and Mother Rabbit, Skippy’s mom, stood to the left. Each tugged a sheer drape that would obscure them to the newlyweds.

John parted the curtains and stood arrogantly and lordly at the bedside. Marion, whose hands fumbled as if she were a blushing virgin bride who had never done this, removed John’s belt. Next, she unlaced his tunic and removed his regal robe, letting it fall to the lion’s feet. Marion quickly knelt and removed John’s sandals while he looked impatient, and finally drew his tunic over his head, leaving the lion completely naked.

Marion then stepped back, reaching behind her she loosened her wedding gown and with a single shrug the garment fell away from her shoulders. It pooled around her feet leaving her magnificent body open for all to view.

Marion smiled at John from under her brows, her soft red fur immaculate as her white underbelly showed off her plump pouting breasts. Friar Tuck watched, his jaw dropping open, as Marion went to John and tugged on his paw, meekly leading him toward the bed. The vixen then climbed up onto the mattress and kneeled there on all fours.  There was a gasp as the royal verifiers realized that Marion was presenting herself on all fours to the King, animal style.

Maid Marion no longer, the new vixen concubine flicked her tail over her back, exposing her wet folds; she was already hot for him, the white fur close against her outer lips but the pink between beckoning.

With a smile, John strode forward, his length already erect his paws slipped along the curve of Marion’s ass. He snarled gently making sure that all could see as he guided himself within the folds of the vixen.  John groaned as he now did in public what he had done privately, his tip sheathing itself into her as her warm slippery muscles parted. He had to lower himself slightly to step forward so that when he brusquely stood up he slid home, pulling her hips to him.

Marion arched and groaned as the Lion began his final conquest. Leaning over, he cupped her swaying breast, the two panting as he pulled back and thrust into her wetness. He whispered softly, “Just a few more, my dear.” Then he growled loudly and his muscular flanks bunched and moved under his tawny fur as he pressed in again and again.

Marion’s hands gripped the sheet as she leaned back, panting as she watched the silhouettes of the others watching as John mounted her. The bed creaked with their combined rutting. The victorious, elated lion snarled with each joyful thrust causing Marion to grunt. John was not holding back and was at his best. Reaching over he pressed the vixen’s face into the pillow to stifle her pleasured grunts.  He had to try to keep from going too fast. He just had to get to climax. The thought caused him anxiety, which in turn drew out the moment to his frustration and pleasure.

Tuck watched from his side. It was clear the Lion’s sword was sheathed in her, and they were actively at it. Beyond the bed, the door to the king’s chambers stayed shut. There was no commotion, no rescue party, just the sound of the softly thumping wooden bed, the groans and the fast loud breaths of heavily rutting bride and groom.

Finally John felt it, the pleasant build of pleasure. Slowing just a bit, he changed his pace to firm, spaced thrusts. Once, Marion grunted into the pillow. Twice, she grunted again. On the third grunt and thrust, the lion felt the pleasure in his loins. Pressing deep into her, he held her tightly to him as he pulsed, rivulets of creamy white semen squishing around his cock where her sheath gripped him. Her juices, his semen, it all ran down her quivering furry thighs.

Panting the lion relaxed as his climax passed. Flushed with triumph, he had DONE it. Smiling now, instead of pressing the vixen’s face into the pillow, he changed his grip. Holding her head by a thick tuft of her hair, he lifted her. Marion’s arms hung limp, her tongue lolled from her muzzle, and her eyes looked vacant as she panted. He turned gently toward the curtains surrounding the bed, knowing well exactly where the Bishop stood on the viewing platform. Marion was still clearly impaled on the King’s member as he moved her side to side, forward and back to show them all the evidence of his dominance, his victory, his consummation of his wedding to each witness behind the curtain.

Tuck heard the Bishop intone, “I hereby declare this union consummated and valid.”

Tuck turned desperately. “Your Grace, please, I am SURE there is some duplicity here.”

The Bishop turned and hissed at the friar, “Tuck, you are a man of the cloth. You tried to tell me she was coerced, but what I just saw was a young vixen getting her brains screwed out by her husband. Now to forestall any further trouble, I am reassigning you to France, you will leave tonight.”

Tuck looked down sullenly, “Yes your grace.”

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Once the clergy had left, John relaxed. He re-shackled Marion’s ankle, even though she did not need it, he liked how it looked.

“Hiss?” he smiled sitting back and drinking some tea while Marion lay curled on the lion skin rug by his feet gently licking his toes.

Hiss slithered in. “Yessss Ssssire?”

John nodded at the snake. “Everyone is in town for the wedding. My coronation will be tomorrow.”

Hiss nodded “I will sssssee to it, Ssssire”

Marion looked up at John, gently stroking his leg “Sire? How…How did you get Robin to behave like that?”

John chuckled. “Would you like to see him?

Curious, Marion nodded.

John went over to a door that opened to a side room. Within sat Robin in the corner sitting without of stitch of clothing. The stupidly grinning fox had his shaft in his own paw, warmly sliding it up and down himself repeatedly as he noisily sucked his thumb.

Marion mouth fell open at the sight. Judging by the amount of sticky fluid and crusted whiteness all over Robin’s front, he had been at this some time.

When Robin saw Marion and John, he still continued to pleasure himself.  Then he inanely smiled up at Marion, his left paw working his shaft, his right thumb encased in his mouth suckling loudly he said “mum mummph mummphs “Mommy”

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