"Blast it, where did I leave my bow?" Robin Hood, Prince of Thieves, benefactor to the needy, bane of the rich and powerful, searched somewhat clumsily for his beloved bow, having placed it down for only a moment to strap on his quiver. Perhaps it wasn't the best idea to place the bow down in the middle of a large thicket, but that hadn't occurred to the fox at the time. Instead, he was more concerned about fixing his supply of arrows onto his back, without accidentally snagging his green tunic in the process. He'd lost count of the number of tunics he'd gone through in the past few years fastening his quiver alone. "It couldn't have gone far..." He mumbled aloud, feeling with his paws aimlessly in the large undergrowth. It appeared to be a lost cause until suddenly, his footpaw spun in his green cloth footwraps happened upon a smooth piece of wood. His eyes instantly lit up as his paws went to the source instantly. They groped for a second, not quite syncing up with his foot, but when he finally managed to touch the obstruction, he was certain of its identity. It was defintely his bow! "Ooh de lolly, another lucky strike for Robin Hood!" He quipped to himself, chuckling lightly as he bent down to reach for the bow. The second he grabbed the piece of wood, he saw something rustle through the grass. Before Robin could so much as react, a flash of color burst from the disturbed area of vegetation, followed by nothing. He blinked. Looking around, he couldn't find any sort of rustling, sounds, or colors of any kind. "How strange. My imagination sure is getting to me these days." His silent musings were accompanied by a rubbing of his headfur underneath his green cap, looking around once more. Still nothing. With an absent-minded shrug he placed the bow around his neck and headed back over to the camp. He felt different. There was a small voice in the back of his mind telling him he was going to go fishing, but that suddenly didn't seem important anymore. No, he had to get back to the camp. Immediately. Why? He wasn't quite sure, but he needed to. His mechanical gait back to the camp was somewhat slower than usual, but once he returned, he was alone in front of the doused campfire. Little John had gone into Nottingham to drop a note off to Marian while picking up supplies. Ah...Marian... Robin smiled as he sat down on the grass, leaning against a log. Maid Marian...the beautiful vixen he had courted throughout the better part of his childhood. She was without a doubt the smartest, nicest, most wonderful creature in all of Nottingham, and Robin missed her with each passing day. He never got to see her any more, not with Prince John's usurpation of the throne. He kept everything on a tight lock and key, especially Marian for no other reason aside from the fact that Robin loved her. He let out a sigh. He'd give anything to be with her once more, holding her paw, staring into her eyes, keeping her safe and warm, shoving his cock inside of her, m- "Wha??" The sudden random thought struck Robin like an arrow. He didn't think of Marian like that. He never had. No, he respected her, held her to a much higher level than a base wench or bar maid. She deserved much better than that. With a mind as sharp as hers, a smile as gorgeous as hers, a personality as bright as hers...to debase her on any level was downright wrong. Besides, she would probably rub Robin off, grasping his warm, hard knot while cupping his sac, and- No! He pushed up off the log, shaking his head. What was going on with him? Never before had such base, lustful thoughts come between him and his Maid Marian. Running a paw over his eyes, he let his vision blur momentarily before clearing up again. Had he gotten too much sun? No, it had been cloudy all day. Surely that wasn't the case. But with another flash of colors, it suddenly seemed like a perfectly logical explanation. Sunlight goes through clouds, so that must've been it. He rested his body against the log once more, eyes staring straight up into the sky, aimless, empty, looking for nothing. It was a peaceful day, nothing to bother him and no one around to bother him. No one around...he was completely alone...until he felt something cold slithering up against his leg, over his thigh and across the groin of his tunic. He looked up, trying to catch a glimpse of the disturbance before his eyes were suddenly enveloped in color. Colors swirled everywhere. Purples and greens and blues and greens and purples and blues, all spiraling, spiraling all around him, everywhere he could see. They made him feel good, relaxed, and calm, filling his head with thoughts of nothing and relaxing images. It felt so very good...so very relaxing, watching those colors swirling back and forth, spiraling over and over until they met in the center, restarting before he could take his eyes off it. His muzzle opened just slightly, tongue starting to hang out the side as his eyes began to lid. He felt so calm, so at ease, sliding down against the log upon which he was leaning. Everything suddenly felt so at peace... His eyes snapped open suddenly, almost as if the last minute hadn't happened. He looked around, still feeling at peace, but not quite sure of what to think. His mind still felt blank. Absent-minded thoughts were swirling around in his head, but nothing was taking form. It was almost as if he was sleep walking, but fully awake and aware. "Marian." He suddenly said, head shooting off into the distance. Nothing was there, but the thought suddenly made so much sense. Maid Marian, the most attractive vixen he'd ever met. Yes, she was what he had to think about. Her sleek, curvaceous body, her soft, velvety fur, her nice, supple breasts...she really was the perfect, sexiest female he'd ever met. Aroused. Yes, Robin Hood felt very aroused. His cock suddenly started growing, pushing up against the fabric of his tunic. It started throbbing and aching already, twitching with every inch it grew. Robin didn't react, though. No, he just kept his gaze out on the horizon like the obedient fox he was. Obedient? He didn't remember thinking that, but it was fairly applicable. He felt obedient...good...horny...relaxed. Yes, Robin was all of these things, and as his head absent-mindedly nodded, he knew they were the only ways to describe him. The arousal got harder and harder to bear, but Robin was being a good fox, not wanting to grab himself too soon. He had to wait, wait like a good, obedient fox. Cock. Yes, he had to grab his cock now and stroke it softly. His arm lifted almost of its own accord before hish paw pushed aside the fabric of his tunic, letting his hard fox cock out into the air. a bit of pre trailed from his tip to the fabric, which Robin smeared along his length without thinking. Then without any hesitation he grabbed his cock with a sudden gasp and began to stroke, up and down, base to tip, pushing back his sheath with each rub along his length. His muzzle opened more, tongue hanging out as he pleasured himself, tail swishing gently back and forth. He felt so good...so nice thinking about Maid Marian and her sexy body, sitting there in front of him. He wanted to rub harder, but he held back. He wanted to be a good fox, after all. Nude. Yes, there was no reason for him to wear his clothes anymore. He was a thief, not some stuck-up noble who was bound by the structures of society. Clothing was completely pointless to him. With his free paw he unbuckled the clasp at his chest, loosening his tunic before undoing his belt. His clothes seemed to naturally slide off over his head, without much assistance from his paw. His feather cap fell off as his tunic was removed, sitting on the log. The warm spring air felt so nice against his body, orange and cream colored fur suddenly open to the world. He kept on stroking, murring to himself as he realized he still had his paw coverings on. That was unacceptable. Bringing both of his legs closer to his body, he clumsily grasped at both paw wraps at once, sliding both off and letting his furry paws feel the nice breeze. They fell to the ground next to him, without so much as a second thought. He was completely nude now, as any good fox should be. Balls. Yes, he had been completely ridiculous. Why wasn't he being a good fox and playing with his sac? He gave a dumb smile to the empty air before nodding, moving his free paw to his scrotum before cupping his two balls and massaging them thoroughly. Robin let out a soft moan, rubbing at his cock and sac hard and long. It made him feel so good, so nice, so obedient to be playing with himself completely naked in the forest. This is how a good fox was meant to behave. He couldn't believe he ever thought otherwise, but with each stroke on his fox dick, it made more and more sense. His knot began to push out from his sheath, growing in size and eliciting more pleasured moans from the fox. He kept rubbing, harder and harder as more pre began to leak from his tip, lubricating his cock and wetting the fur on his paw. He felt so good, being such a good, obedient fox. Harder. Yes, Robin had to rub harder. He felt so very good, stroking his cock as fast as he could, rubbing his sac as much as he could, making himself feel so very good and horny. Every stroke was like a new wave of pleasure washing over his body. His knot fully formed, twitching in his grasp as he teased himself, paw fur completely soaked in pre as he kept rubbing, harder and harder, feeling the churning start to happen in his balls. He was close now, so very close, but he held back like a good fox does. He wanted to orgasm, but he'd wait like a good fox does. Harder and harder he stroked, feeling his cock aching for release as he continued rubbing against his fully formed knot. His tail waved back and forth wildly with each stroke, body writhing as he needed to shoot, but waiting, waiting, waiting ever longer because a he wanted to be a good fox. He wanted to be such a good fox for his master, holding off as he bit his lip, paw flying over his pre-soaked cock until he heard the words he'd been dying to hear: "Cum, my ssssssweet pet!" Robin let out a loud cry, shooting a thick jet of fox cum onto his chest, hips thrusting into the air as he reached his climax. His body suddenly shot to life as the seed poured from his cock, covering his cream colored fur in his own juices, gasping and panting with each shot. His body writhed in pleasure, tail thrashing back and forth with each thrust of his hips into his paw. He kept moaning, letting the thick ropes soak his chest before he felt it start to die off, letting one last spurt fall onto his paw. His body collapsed, panting and soaked with his fox cum, arms falling limply to his side as his hard knot stood tall in the air. He felt so good...so relaxed...so obedient. "Yesssss....good Robin." Sir Hiss had wrapped around his neck, staring straight into Robin's eyes with his hypnotic gaze. Colors swirling constantly, locking with the fox's own vision and trapping him in the snake's enticing spell. Robin gave him a dumb smile, panting and letting his tongue hang out of his mouth. "You're going to be sssssuch a good pet for your new massssster. You want to be a good pet for Sir Hisssss, don't you, Robin?" The fox nodded, mind completely in the control of the snake. Sir Hiss smiled, tongue shooting out and catching the scent of Robin's musk, arousing him greatly. "Ohh...ssssuch a niccce, horny little foxxxx. Come come, let'sssss get back to the casssstle, ssso we can have sssome more...fun." Sir Hiss grinned as Robin Hood picked him up, carrying him around his shoulders in the direction of Nottingham Castle. He left his clothes abandoned on the ground. Good foxes didn't need clothing.