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The King's Priest

By Theo Winters

Robin moved swiftly along the ledge of the castle, the dark of the night hiding the red of his fur against the dirty grey stone, his tail constantly moving to keep his balance on the narrow path. Every few moments he would pause to peek in a window before moving on. There were only a few guards moving around in the castle, with no signs of Hiss or the wannabe king. That was good, as he was heading for Prince John's bedroom, and hoping he would make it unobserved.

The odds were good that John would be in his room, probably sleeping with a bag of money like it was some sort of teddy bear. In fact, Robin was counting on it. He had to get up to the room before the sheriff did, because the big buffoon was going to be bringing Marian up to meet with John. If the prince was asleep, he should be able to trick the sheriff into letting her free.

Pressing against the wall, he followed the ledge around a corner and then ducked down under a large window. He paused only for a moment, lifting his head up to peek through the dirty glass. He could see the outline of the prince's bed in the shadows, a dim of a single candle burning on a table behind it. The light it cast was just enough to show John's shape under the covers, curling up and sucking on his thumb.

He hurried past the window, moving further down the wall until he reached the next, smaller window. This one was outside of the bedroom, in the dressing room. It connected to the bedroom, the prince's closet and the antechamber of the prince's rooms.

With a flick of his hand, he pulled the small dagger from his belt and started to work the window open. There was a gap between the window and the frame, it was small, but still large enough to allow his blade to pass. It slipped easily along the frame of the window until it came into contact with the latch. With one twist he popped the latch open, the window following suit a second later.

The fox quickly scrambled into the window, quietly pulling it closed behind himself. A quick glance back to the door to John's bedroom showed that it was closed, and he could hear the sound of the lion's snoring muffled through the wood. He moved quickly across the small room and pushed open the closet door. There was very little light in the small space, but it was enough to allow him to find one of John's robes, pulling it around his shoulders and holding it closed.

He was just in time as there came a knock at the door.

Quickly Robin moved back through the dressing room and into the antechamber, moving to press himself up against the door. He grabbed a gold plate that was sitting on one of the small tables next to the door, brushed off the crumbs, and placed it on top of his head. It wasn't much, and he had to hold it in place with his clearly vulpine ears, but in the shadows, it should be more than enough to trick the idiot sheriff.

Taking a moment, he took in a deep breath and reached out to rest his hand on the door handle.

"Aren't you going to open the door?" A familiar voice said from behind him as light grew in the room.

Spinning around, Robin let out a gasp as he watched Prince John almost strut into a room, wearing just his knee length sleeping gown, and of course his unearned crown. He held a candle in his hand, and without a care about that fox, he bent down and pressed the flame to the wood in the fireplace, the partly burned wood catching in moments, and the fire flaring up. The firelight lit the thin lion as he stood up, his tail flicking behind him.

Robin stared at the lion, watching as he moved around the room. There was something different about him, something that Robin didn't like. It sent a chill through his body, causing the fur on his tail to fluff out.

A moment later there came another knock at the door, making him jump in surprise.

John let out a sharp laugh and just smirked at the fox. "Come now, what kind of outlaw is afraid of a door? Open it, I insist," he said. The way he said it made it feel like a threat, which was weird to hear coming from the skinny lion.

Trying not to look away from John at the same time as he moved towards the door, Robin fumbled at the latch for a few moments before he was able to push it open a few inches. The moment he did that the door was pulled out of his hand, allowing the very last person that Robin expected to see walk into the room.

Maid Marian entered with a wide smile on her face, tail swishing quickly behind her. The moment her eyes landed on Robin the smile faded, being replaced with a scowl of disgust. "Oh... it's you," she said. She carefully walked around the fox, glaring at him as she did so while moving towards the prince.

John smiled and motioned a paw towards the vixen. "My dear Robin Hood, allow me to introduce you to my future wife," he said.

Robin blinked a few times, looking between Marian and the prince. He loved the vixen with all his heart, and he knew that she loved him as well, yet the look she was giving him was the sort of thing saved for when you stepped in things worse than mud. Even so, he had no intention of allowing any sort of marriage to happen. "You can't force her to marry you," he snapped, the motion finally causing the forgotten plate to slide off his head, sliding down his back to land on the floor with a heavy clunk.

"Don't be such an idiot. He's not making me do anything. I asked him," Marian said, slipping an arm around John's waist and pulling him to her side.

"But you don't love him!" he protested.

That made her snort while rolling her eyes "Of course I don't love him, but he has the only thing I do love. Gold," she said, her eyes shining with rainbow light as she said the word. "Marrying the future king ensures that I will have every bit of it that I could ever want, almost as much as I could dream of. Every single coin belonging to me," she said with a happy sigh, a wistful look crossing her face as she smiled. "So much gold," she whispered.

Prince John chuckled and wrapped his long tail around the vixen's fuller one. "Of course, we still must be married. I would like to see that done as soon as possible."

"So would I," Marian said, leaning over to kiss the lion firmly on the lips, one hand slipping down to grope his crotch through his nightgown, causing his manhood to rise up under the fabric. Robin grimaced at the site, turning to look away from the lude display. Even so, he couldn't help but notice that the feline was better endowed than he would have expected.

"I'm going to stop this," he said with a snort, crossing his arms over his chest and shifting his weight slightly on his back foot, ready to bolt the moment he had the chance. A flash of motion to his side made him turn his head, finding himself eye to eye with Hiss. The snake was dangling from the ceiling, his hat hanging half off his head as his tongue flicked out to taste the air. With a jolt of fear Robin realized his eyes had started to swirl.

Robin tried to look away, but it was too late. He found himself being entranced by the swirling eyes as the snake smiled, slowly bobbing his head side to side. "What ssshould we do with him?" he asked as Robin started to relax on his feet, hands dropping to his side.

Prince John smiled a bit, one paw moving up to start groping at Marian's full breast. "We will need a priest, one who's eager to do anything and everything I need of him."

The snake laughed as he leaned in closer to Robin's face. "Yesss, I think that would be perfect for him. A corrupt priest... one with ssspeical interestsss."

Even trapped under the hypnotic spell, Robin was struggling to break free, to turn his head, or close his eyes, or do anything at all. Yet with every passing moment that he stared into Hiss's eyes, the deeper he fell into the trance. It was so much stronger than he had ever had guessed, and he could feel himself sinking down under the force of it.

"Look deep into my eyes, you can feel yoursssself sssinking into them, held in my grasp. You will lisssten to Prince John. He will only ssspeak the truth, so everything he says must be true, everything he says is true, even if you think itsss not, it will be true. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Robin said, the word slurring on his lips, his head feeling like it was spinning in time with the snake's eyes. The weight of his words filled his head and pushed out any other thoughts he might have had.

John started pulling down Marian's pink top, allowing her breasts to spill out into the night air, her nipples rock hard and jutting from the creamy white fur. "Now, you are not an outlaw, you've never been an outlaw. You don't live in the forest, and you don't steal from the rich."

Robin blinked a couple of times. Feeling the memories of the past few months starting to drain away, slipping through his fingers as the truth of the lion's word took their place.

"You are a priest, as you have always been. You present yourself as a pious and devout follower of the lord, but you are nothing like that at all," the prince said, as he kept playing with his wife-to-be's breasts. "You are petty, greedy and corrupt. You take the money given to the church for yourself. You never give anything back; you never help anyone unless you can get something from it and you look down on the poor for not having money to give."

His head was spinning as his memories started to twist around, warping into the new truth he had been given. He struggled to hold onto what he could remember, yet with every passing moment his memories changed. At the same time his body started to change as well, beginning to match his own image of what such a man would look like. Wrinkles started to form around his eyes as he put on a dozen years, while grey streaks appeared throughout his fur, giving him a spark of silver across his body. Weight started to grow, his belly swelling out as his jowls thickened, eyes growing weaker as he had become twice the age he was moments ago.

"Your own corruption arouses you more than any person could," Marian said, her hand now under the night gown to stroke along the lion's shaft. "Every time you betray your oaths, steal from the poor, or do anything against your faith, it turns you on. You like screwing anyone you can, male or female. Just thinking about fucking them is corrupting your faith."

Robin squirmed in his now slightly too tight green tunic, more memories rushing into his mind, filling the void where his past had once been. Images of all the members of his church he had fucked, the faces flashing before him in moments, making his shaft swell in his short cut pants. He knew where the money was hidden, all the money from the collection plates that he always said were empty. His personal rooms were filled with the finest of food and clothing, far more than anyone in his position should have, the charity going to the one who deserved it the most. Himself.

"And above all, my perverted priest, you are sworn to me and my cause. You will follow and support me no matter what, because you know that I deserve to be king," John added with a low chuckle.

"You deserve to be king," Robin muttered, his eyes swirling as his mind twisted, rewriting every memory he had. He was never Robin Hood, as far as he remembered there never was a fox with that name. He was Father Loxley, keeper of the local church, and had been for years, everything else just melted away like snow in the spring. As he focused on the future king, he felt his shaft twitch in anticipation. The prince was a horrible person, but was Robin's king, and he would serve him as such. He would always serve him.

Hiss pulled away, his eyes slowly returning to normal, leaving Robin trapped in his hypnotic stupor.

"Now Father, what do you think of my bride?" Prince John asked, leaning down to nip gently at one of her exposed nipples.

Robin shook his head, the last of the fog clearing away. He looked over the vixen with a smirk, his eyes tracing along her lovely body, past the wide curve of her hips, and across her full breasts that jutted out from her chests. "If I was younger, I would want her for myself," he said, shifting his legs as his shaft pressed against the fabric.

"You don't have enough gold," Marian said with a giggle, pushing away from John to start to wiggle out of her dress, exposing her nude form to the three men. "Though you have my... firm attention," she said with a giggle.

Without looking away, Robin reached down to grab at his crotch, pulling his short tight across his cock, stroking it through the fabric. "Well, I'm sure his majesty has more than enough for your taste."

"I do," John said, pulling his own nightgown off and throwing it to the side, leaving him just as nude as the vixen. "Now Father, I do believe that it's time for you to marry us," he said before kissing Marian on the lips, his thick tongue invading into her muzzle. She returned the kiss, reaching down to stroke her paw along his shaft.

"Of course," Robin replied, looking around for a bible, he should have had one with him, but couldn't seem to find one.

Hiss was quick to lower one wrapped in his tail. Robin took it with his free hand and gave the snake a smile. "Thank your sir snake, perhaps we should spend some private time reading together," he said with a lick of his lips, running his other hand across his shaft, precum starting to soak the fabric at his crotch.

Prince John pulled over one of the tables that had been pushed against the wall, throwing Marian over it, making sure she was facing the former lover. Moving up behind her, he grabbed her hips as her tail rose up high into the air, exposing her maidenhood to him. "Shall we begin?" the prince said as he rubbed his cock against her wet sex. "And Father, you can please yourself as you do," he added.

With a grin, Robin worked open his belt, pushing his pants down to allow his cock to bounce free. He was well endowed, though not as much as his future king. With skill brought on by years of one-handed reading, he opened the bible and flipped through the well-worn and stained pages. There was no reason to even read it for this, but it felt proper to act like he was.

"We are here tonight to marry King John to his Queen, Marian," he declared, watching the look on her face as the lion sank his whole length into her in one easy trust. The moan that escaped her lips was absolutely divine. "The future Queen, who lays here being fucked by her king, the man she only loves for his money and gold," he said with a smirk, which made the vixen moan again even as the prince started to fuck her with gusto.

"Marian, the fair maid who was never pure, who only loves the wealth she can keep for herself. Do you take Prince John as your wedding husband?" he asked, stroking his own shaft as he spoke.

"I fucking do," she moaned out, eyes half closed as she rocked back against the lion's thrusting.

"And Prince John, the future King. Do you promise to give this vixen all the gold she desires, while fucking her senseless as she leads by her side, to take every cent you can from the poor and rich alike to in order to give it all to her, and to take her as your wedding wife?"

John grunted, a deep growl starting to grow from somewhere deep inside the lion. "Yes, I do."

Robin smiled, stroking his own shaft faster, the precum leaking heavily down over his fingers and dripping onto the floor at his feet. "Then I now declare you man and wife, you may fuck your bride," he said, snapping the bible closed even as his hand squeezed tightly around his shaft, feeling his knot starting swell as his own orgasm rushing over him. In seconds he was shooting a thick blast of cum high in the air, which splattered usually onto the floor. He made sure to aim the second to splash over the bible, adding more stains to the ruined cover.

The newly wedding couple let out a perfectly timed mutual groan as the vixen's body shook, eyes rolling back as her own orgasm took her. A second later the future king followed after her, slamming hard into her cunt and flooding it with his cum.

There were a few seconds lull before John reached down and kissed Marian. "Now wife, shall we go to our room and fuck the night away. I have a bag of coins waiting for you as well."

"Of course, my rich husband," she replied, kissing him in return. Then the scrawny lion lifted the vixen up in his arms, and carried her back towards the bedroom.

Father Loxley paused for a moment, hand still on his softening cock before turning his attention to sir Hiss. The snake was curled around himself, one shaft of his twin dick lodged in his own mouth. "Now Sir Snake, shall we have some fun of our own?" he asked.

"Yesss," the snake replied, the words only muffled around his shaft.

Robin moved towards the snake, a last bit of what had once made him Robin Hood vanishing under his new self, erased away and leaving only the corrupt priest behind.

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This story was written and copyright 2024 by Theo Winters, reposting and archiving are allowed as long as this copyright notice and the author's name are not removed. This story cannot be published without permission of the author. Violators will be corrupted.