Plan Gone Bad
Robin peeked out from behind the bushes at the slow-moving caravan, guarded by several of the King's rhino-guards and transporting a huge amount of gold to King John's castle.
"Phew! Can you imagine what we could do with that much gold?" Robin chuckled, patting his companion, Little John, on the back. "I dunno, Rob', something's fishy." "What? What do you mean?" The fox asked, "This couldn't be simpler, we'll just do what we always do. See, the caravan's about to pass into the forests, it'll be easy for us to sneak up and steal some of that gold!" "You don't think it's a bit lightly guarded?" Little John asked, "Doesn't look like they have that many guards for as much gold as that." "You're just being paranoid! Come on, before we lose track of them, we'll head over the trees, they won't spot us from up there."
With that, Robin briskly climbed up one of the nearby trees and set off after the caravan, followed rather clumsily by his companion.
"Rob'..." Little John panted as he caught up to Robin, the two manoeuvring over the tree tops, avoiding detection, "C'mon, slow down, you know I'm not as good as you when it comes to this tree climbing stuff."
"All right, all right, look, we've caught up. What are they doing?" "Looks like they're setting up camp. Ah, Rob'! Look who's here." Little John pointed to one of the figures below them. "Well I'll be! The Sheriff! Ha! I should've expected to see him here." Robin chuckled as he looked at the overweight wolf.
The Sheriff stretched and yawned, his belly pushing against his red armour. Little John shuddered.
"So what's the plan, Rob'?" "Just wait for now." Robin replied, thinking, "This shouldn't be too difficult after all. Look, some of the guards are already ready to fall asleep. We'll just have to wait until they let their guard down and then sneak in and take everything!" "You don't think it'll be that easy?" "We've had easier targets than this in the past. Trust me." Sceptical as he was, Little John decided to go along with Robin's plan.
It was a few hours before the last of the guards drifted to sleep and Robin decided to make his move. He carefully surveyed the area, checking for any sentries that may have been posted. "Here, pass me some of the bags we brought. I'll sneak in and fill them up, you stay here and I'll pass them to you." Little John nodded. "Got it." He whispered, careful not to disturb the guards.
Little John passed Robin the bags and without another word, the fox climbed nimbly down the tree and looked around. The guards were all asleep and the Sheriff was nowhere to be seen. "Hm..." Robin wondered, "I suppose it's safe enough." Robin moved silently up to the caravan and examined the lock. "Unlocked." He thought to himself, "That's strange. Did they just get careless?" He slowly opened the door and peeked inside. There were three guards inside, all asleep. "This is too easy." He thought, "Maybe Little John was right, I don't like this." The fox looked around once more. The guards were still asleep and the Sheriff was still missing. "Strange." He muttered, entering the caravan carefully. He almost gasped out loud when he saw all the gold. The caravan was full of it. There was barely enough space for the three guards and himself inside the caravan alongside all this gold. "Look at all this!" He thought to himself, "There's enough gold here to last any person a lifetime!" Without further hesitation, he quickly began filling the bags with the gold but paused after a few handfuls.
"What the...?" Robin examined one of the coins. Something wasn't right about them. "Wait a second." He muttered, "These are fake!" In a split second, the three guards were on their feet, their swords poised at Robin's neck. "Ah!" Robin chuckled, "A trap eh? Clever of you, very clever." The fox chuckled again, unfazed by the blades of the guards.
"Still as cocky as ever, eh, fox?" Came a familiar voice from outside. The guards pushed Robin outside, the fox struggling to keep his balance as they forced him forward. "Sheriff, it's been a while since we had a chance to talk like this." Robin smiled. "That it has, fox, far too long." With that, the Sheriff drew his sword and aimed it at the fox's throat. "I dunno whether I should take you back to King John or just kill you now." "Now, now, Sheriff, there's no need for bloodshed." Robin looked up at where Little John had been hiding. Gone. "Hm, he's probably gone for help. At least I hope he has." Robin thought to himself.
"So what're we gonna do with you, fox?" The Sheriff mocked, "Maybe I should kill you now. That way you won't be able to escape." "As I said before, there's no need for bloodshed." Robin said. "No? Then what else-" The Sheriff stopped. An evil grin spread across his face. "Yer right, Robin, maybe there ain't a need for bloodshed. Guards! Tie 'im up so he can't escape!" "Sir!" One of the guards obeyed, knocking Robin over on his side and tying up his legs with some nearby rope. Robin winced as they tightened the rope around his legs, tying them together before moving on and tying his arms together behind his back. Robin started to worry. He hated being tied up like this, he felt helpless, defenceless. "I'm gonna take our captive out into the woods. Any of you follow us and I'll kill you!" He growled. The guards saluted in response.
"C'mon, fox, I know what I'm gonna do with you." The Sheriff chuckled as he scooped Robin up in his arms, throwing him over his shoulder and carrying him deeper into the woods. "W-what are you going to do with me?" Robin asked, the wind knocked out of him from being thrown about like a rag doll. "Heheh, you'll see." The Sheriff grinned.
When he decided they were far enough away from the other guards, the wolf dropped Robin onto the floor on his back. Robin looked up at his captor, the fat Wolf grinning, looking down at his prize, pride welling up inside him at finally capturing the famous Robin Hood.
Finally! After all these years of being humiliated, being made a fool of, the Sheriff had finally caught the sly fox! He looked the fox over, the evil grin never leaving his face for a second. "Well?" Robin asked, "Are we going to get this over with?" "What's wrong, fox? You can't wait?" The Sheriff chuckled, "Yer've been a bad boy, Robin. Bad boys gotta be punished, don't they?" "I suppose so." Robin replied, expecting a rescue party to burst out of the bushes at any second. "I'm hardly afraid of a man who wears a silly armoured skirt." "Tch! Yer still cocky, even in yer position? You know, fox, I think I'm gonna enjoy this. I've got the perfect punishment for you."
With that, the sheriff drew his sword and aimed it at Robin's chest. The fox gasped, expecting to be speared by the blade. He closed his eyes, waiting for the fatal blow. He was confused when it never came. He slowly opened his eyes and looked up at the wolf. The Sheriff, his evil grin still spread across his face, traced the blade down Robin's body. The fox gasped lightly as he tapped his crotch with it through his thin green tunic. "I'm gonna have some fun with you." The Sheriff grinned, deftly slicing through his tunic, leaving the fox naked except for his loincloth, hiding his fox hood.
"W-what in the- what are you doing?!" Robin gasped. "I said you had to be punished, didn't I?" The Sheriff mocked, examining the fox's sleek body. "Yer need to get some meat on yer bones, fox, look at you, yer too thin!" Robin ignored him. The Sheriff paused, still scrutinizing the fox's body. Without warning, he gripped the back of Robin's neck, getting a surprised gasp out of him. The wolf threw him onto his front, the fox's chin hitting the ground hard, unable to use his tied up hands to stop himself. Robin squirmed, trying to break his bonds.
"Quit strugglin', fox!" The wolf growled, gripping Robin's bushy tail hard. Robin let out a yelp as the Sheriff's hand closed around his tail, the wolf threatening to snap it if he kept fighting. The fox did as he was commanded and stopped struggling. He felt so awkward; tied up, naked, his behind sticking up in the air.
"Mm, nice ass, Robin." The Sheriff grinned, running a hand across the fox's soft rump. "Nice and soft, mm..." Without warning, gripping Robin's tail and lifting it, the Sheriff raised his hand and brought it down hard on the fox's ass. Robin let out a yell as pain flared through him. "Ahh! W-what are you-" "I said I had t'punish you, didn't I, Robin? You've been a bad fox, a really bad fox, gotta teach you a lesson." The wolf's hand came down again on Robin's firm behind. Robin cried out as the burning pain spread across his ass. "Better apologise fer bein' such a bad boy, Robin!" The Sheriff mocked him as he delivered another stinging slap to his ass. "Ah!! S-stop!" Robin begged." "Beggin's all well and good, but I told you to apologise, fox!" The Sheriff growled, bringing his hand down on Robin's rump once again, the redness of his ass slowly becoming visible through his fur as the wolf spanked his captive.
"I'm- I'm sorry!" Robin cried. "That's right, you've been a very bad fox, haven't you?" "Y-yes!" Robin cried out, desperate for the spanking to stop, "I've been a bad fox, I'm sorry, just please stop!!" Robin cried out, his eyes welling up as the Sheriff delivered one last smack to his sore behind. "That's a good boy!" The Sheriff mocked. "A-are you done...?" Robin asked, trying to sound his smart, cocky self.
"Let me go now." Robin said, trying to keep the neediness out of his voice, "You've had your fun." "Let you go?" The Sheriff asked, feigning surprise, "Why, we haven't finished yer punishment yet, Robin." "My... what are you talking about?!" Robin cried, fear welling up inside him, "You've already punished me!" "Oh, that?" The Sheriff chuckled, "You think a spankin's enough to punish you for what you've done ov'r the years, fox? All the times you've humiliated me, the times you stole from me, the times King John blamed me for yer escape?! No, fox, yer punishment ain't even begun yet." "What are you going to do?" Robin asked, barely able to keep the fear out of his voice.
The overweight wolf slowly moved in front of his captive. Robin looked up at him the best he could, barely able to move in his position. The Sheriff's grin widened. Robin wondered if it had ever faded since his capture. He watched curiously as the wolf undid the buckles on his armour. "What are-" "Shut up!" The Sheriff growled as he continued to take off his armour. Soon enough, the armour dropped to the floor, leaving the chubby wolf naked except for his slightly distended loincloth covering his wolf sheath underneath his fat furry belly. Robin didn't like where this was going.
"Time for yer punishment, fox." The Sheriff grinned, groping himself through his loincloth. Robin shuddered. He didn't want to imagine what he had in store for him. "Yeah, I'm gonna enjoy this all right." With that, the Sheriff ripped off his loincloth, his chubby naked body completely naked, ready to torment the cocky fox.
Robin's eyes widened as he saw how big the Sheriff was. His sheath was huge and thick, his semi-hard cock hardening out of it, throbbing, already dripping pre cum in anticipation of humiliating the fox. Below his sheath, the Sheriff's massive furry balls dangled. The Sheriff rolled the two orbs around in his hand, massaging them and coaxing his huge fat wolf cock out into the open. "Like it, fox?" The Sheriff mocked, "Bet you never seen on as big as this, eh? Mm, you like it, fox? Bet you wanna wrap yer lips around it, don't you, you little slut?"
The wolf's cock continued to harden, throbbing, begging for attention as he mocked his captive. "What are you going to do to me?" Robin asked, scared of the answer, noticeably scared now, the fox couldn't keep his voice from trembling. "Heh, why, punish you of course." The Sheriff chuckled.
The Sheriff's huge fully hard cock rested against his chubby belly. The wolf grinned as he stroked his thick, fat shaft. "You've always humiliated me, Robin. Now I'm gonna humiliate you." With that, the Sheriff aimed his shaft at the bound fox and let loose a stream of piss onto his face. Robin coughed and spluttered as the warm yellow liquid ran down his face, dampening his fur and running down into his mouth. He coughed and spat out as much of the wolf's urine as he could. The few seconds Robin spent under the Sheriff's stream of piss felt like hours; his eyes started to well up again and tears ran down his face, mixing with the wolf's piss. Eventually he stopped and chuckled.
"How d'ya like that, fox? You must've been mighty thirsty the way you were lapping all that up!" The Sheriff laughed evilly at his victim. Robin tried to say something; tried to think up something cocky and sarcastic to say. "I'm not done yet, Robin." The Sheriff grinned, "I ain't gone all day, there's a lot more to come! I've been saving it all for you!"
The fat wolf knelt down and gripped the fox's neck. "Open up." He commanded. Robin's eyes widened in terror. No way, there was no way he could let him do this! No way he could let himself be subjected to this! "Open yer mouth, fox, before I snap yer neck!" Robin still resisted. He wondered if death were better than being subjected to the Sheriff's torture. "Listen, fox!" The Sheriff growled, "If you don't do what I say, I'll force yer mouth open! Make it easy on yerself!"
Robin gave in. He reluctantly opened his mouth, ready to drink the Sheriff's fluid. "Good boy." The Sheriff grinned, taking his hard wolf cock in his hand again and aiming it into Robin's mouth. The fox whimpered as the Sheriff let loose another stream of piss.
Robin gagged as he was forced to take the wolf's piss inside his mouth, desperately trying to keep his mouth open in case he angered the Sheriff. "Mm, that's good!" The Sheriff moaned as he relieved himself into Robin's mouth, "'That's right, drink it all up, pup." Robin did as he was told; he had no choice. The stream kept coming and Robin wondered if it would ever end.
Eventually, the Sheriff exhausted himself and sighed as the stream of urine stopped. Robin let out a sigh as he swallowed the last of the wolf's piss. "Mm, liked that, fox?" The Sheriff mocked, "I know you did, you drank it all like you hadn't had a drink in weeks!" Robin whimpered in reply. "Heh, you don't have to answer, I know what a slut you really are, fox. Let's try somethin' different."
The chubby wolf chuckled as he flipped the fox onto his back and stood above him, a leg on either side of the fox's head. The Sheriff knelt down so that his ass was close to the fox's mouth. "Go on, slut, lick it. Lick my ass." The wolf commanded. Robin whimpered and did as he was commanded. The Sheriff pushed his fat rump against Robin's muzzle and moaned slightly as he felt the warm fox tongue running across his tight asshole. "That's it, fox, ya like the taste of my ass don't you?" The wolf moaned, pushing down onto Robin's muzzle, forcing the fox's tongue deeper inside his ass.
Robin kept whimpering as he felt the warmth of the chubby wolf ass against his face. The fox pushed his tongue inside the Sheriff's hole, licking the walls of his ass, getting approving moans from the fat wolf. "Ohh, good!" The Sheriff moaned, "Keep going, you little fox slut, keep goin'!" Robin was forced to lick his ass furiously to appease the horny moaning wolf. With a loud moan, the Sheriff changed position. "Nice, fox. Not half bad." He chuckled, rubbing his huge balls against Robin's muzzle. Robin knew what he was about to command and took them inside his mouth. The Sheriff moaned as his balls were taken inside the warm fox mouth.
"Mm, didn't even have to tell you! That's a good fox!" Robin licked across the two fat orbs, barely able to fit both in his mouth at the same time. "Yeah, suck them, bitch!" The Sheriff moaned. Robin let out muffled groans as he was forced to suck on the Sheriff's furry balls. The fox felt pre cum dripping off the wolf's throbbing cock onto his forehead. "Mm, want a taste of it, fox?" The Sheriff asked, running a paw across his huge fat shaft, "Beg first. Beg for it."
With that, the Sheriff raised his body, taking his balls out of the fox's mouth. He waited for his bitch to beg for his cock. Not wanting to upset his captor, Robin did as expected of him. "P-please." He begged pitifully, sickeningly swallowing his pride.
"Please, let me suck you, Sheriff." "Yeah, you want it don't you, slut?" "Yes, I want your cock, Sheriff, please, let me suck it!" "Haha!" The Sheriff laughed mockingly, "Look what I've reduced you to, fox! Yer pathetic! Begging for my cock like some common slut!" The Sheriff grinned, pride welling up inside him as he listened to the fox beg. He had never been so proud of himself in his life; he had not only captured the Robin Hood, but had managed to reduce him to a pathetic cock slut in the space of an hour!
"Well since you begged for it, here ya go, slut!" The Sheriff cackled, shoving his length into Robin's mouth. The fox gagged and let out a muffled cry as the think member was shoved down his throat. He fought his gag reflex as the chubby wolf pushed his cock deeper inside him. "Mm, start sucking, bitch!" The Sheriff ordered. Robin licked across the shaft of his pre-dripping wolf cock, swallowing the pre-cum as he sucked on his throbbing rod. The Sheriff moaned, pushing deeper inside his new toy, feeling the fox's tongue hungrily lapping up his pre cum and feeling his mouth suckling on his meat. "Harder!" The Sheriff moaned, "Suck it harder, ya little slut!" The wolf leaned forward and humped the fox's face, pushing his entire length down Robin's throat. The fox had to push back his gag reflex as the Sheriff's entire cock was shoved inside him.
Robin let out muffled whines as the chubby wolf face fucked him, forcing his fat cock deeper down his throat with each thrust of his hips, the wolf's plump ass bobbing up and down as he went. Pleasure surged through the wolf's body, he couldn't help but let out a loud yell as he raped his captive. He hadn't cum in weeks. He never had time, he always had orders to obey. Mainly to do with capturing Robin Hood.
"Oh! Damn, fox, yer like an expert at this!" The Sheriff moaned, his thick wolf hood pumping in and out of Robin's mouth. "But I bet you've done this plenty of times before, huh, slut? Bet you've sucked that Little John's cock plenty'a times!" The Sheriff's cock hardened further as he felt his climax building, the humiliation of his opponent turning him on. The Sheriff's body tensed up. "Nghh! Here it comes, bitch!" He moaned. He pumped into his slut faster, harder, his climax building until he finally shot his load into Robin's mouth with a loud howl.
The Sheriff kept fucking him as he came, pumping load after load of his warm wolf cum down Robin's throat. The fox started to gag on the cum he was forced to swallow, the cum his captor kept shooting down his throat, load after load. The fat wolf stayed inside his slut for a moment after exhausting himself, panting. "P-phew, damn, fox." The Sheriff panted, rolling onto his back on the floor next to Robin.
"Now let me go." Robin pleaded. "Let you go?" The Sheriff asked, sitting upright, "Let you go?! Don't think I'm just gonna let you go, fox! You're mine now!"
"W-what!?" Robin gasped, "No- but you said... my punishment-" "Didn't say I was gonna let you go." The Sheriff said, "Just said I was gonna punish you. And I don't think I'm done." Robin stared at the Sheriff as he stood up, terrified of what else he had in store for him.
The wolf towered over his captive, his huge member still hard, dripping cum. The Sheriff stroked his chubby belly and grinned. "Lessee, what else can I do?" The Sheriff asked himself. There had to be another way to humiliate his slut. He had waited for so long, he had to think of something else. "Ha!" The Sheriff laughed, snapping his fingers, "I got it! Think I'll take a peak at my little sluts downstairs area."
With that, the Sheriff dropped on his knees next to his captive and in one swift motion, tore the fox's loincloth off, leaving him completely naked. "Aw, Robin, yer not hard? Don't tell me you ain't been enjoyin' this?" The wolf mocked, running a hand across the fox's balls. Robin moaned softly. "C'mon, fox, let's see it nice 'n' hard." The Sheriff growled softly as he caressed and massaged his captives balls, rolling the two small white-furred orbs around in his hand. "Oh!" Robin gasped as the Sheriff gripped suddenly. The fox felt a quick swelling in his loins as his foxhood hardened. "N-no! Please stop!" He gasped. His pleas fell on deaf ears however, the fat wolf kept molesting him, ticking his balls, he leaned forward and licked the tip of Robin's hardening fox cock. "Like it, eh, fox?" Soon, the fox's meat was fully hard, his five inches of foxhood visible to his tormentor.
The Sheriff tickled his cock head and laughed. "Aha! That's it?" He laughed, gripping Robin's cock in his hand. "Look at it, it's so damn small! But I guess that's to be expected of foxes huh? You're all a bunch of wimpy sluts, you foxes! But you, Robin, yer the sluttiest fox I've met! I've had my cock sucked by a lotta sluts, but you've gotta be the most cock hungry whore I've fucked!" Robin tried to hide how hurt he was by the Sheriff's mocking but was failing, tears started to stream down his face as his tormentor mocked him.
"Look at you, yer pathetic, Hood!" The Sheriff growled, giving Robin's cock a quick jerk, causing the fox to gasp softly. "I bet yer enjoyin' this, ain't ya? Go on, tell me how much yer enjoyin' it!" "I... I enjoy it." Robin muttered. The outlaw had completely given in at this point. "Louder! You like being humiliated don't you? Yer a lil' slut, ain't ya?" "Y-yes!" Robin cried, "I'm a slut! I want you to humiliate me, Sheriff!" "Good fox." The Sheriff chuckled, "Now, I've got one more thing in mind for you, my little slut."
The Sheriff knelt down between the fox's legs and gave his own massive wolf cock a couple of jerks, coaxing more pre cum to drip out of his length. The wolf gripped Robin's legs and lifted them, positioning his fat cock at the entrance to Robin's tight hole. "No!" Robin gasped, "Please, not that!" "Shut up, slut!" The Sheriff yelled. He grunted as he slowly pushed the tip of his cock inside him.
Robin let out a cry as he felt his tight hole stretched by the Sheriff's huge wolf cock, the fat wolf forcing himself deeper inside the fox. "Mm, yer so tight, fox. Never taken it before, eh? Don't worry, I'll be real gentle." The Sheriff chuckled, forcefully thrusting his length deep into Robin's ass. The fox let out a pained yelp as his hole was stretched painfully. "Heh, 'course, I was lyin'."
Robin whimpered as the fat wolf raped him, pushing himself deeper and deeper into his body. The fox gritted his teeth as the Sheriff finally pushed the last of his cock inside him. "Hope yer ready, slut." He growled, gripping Robin's small cock and stroking it slowly. The fox moaned softly as the Sheriff pawed him off, his body tensing and his hips bucking. Reluctantly, he was enjoying the attention the wolf was giving his length.
"Like it, don't you?" The wolf mocked, leaning forward and licking Robin's muzzle. The fox cried out as the Sheriff pumped his huge cock in and out of his tight asshole, violating him, humiliating the captive fox. "I-it hurts..." Robin managed to moan. "Heh, damn right it hurts, slut, deal with it." The Sheriff growled in response, thrusting into him violently, causing Robin to let out a loud yelp of pain as his hole stretched further.
Robin gasped as he felt his climax building. "N-no..." He thought, "No, don't give him the satisfaction; I- I won't cum for him!" Despite his efforts, the fucking he was getting proved too much for him. He felt his muscles tighten around the Sheriff's chubby wolf cock and twitched and bucked his hips as came powerfully across his stomach and chest, some of his cum landing on his face. Robin cried out as he was forced to cum, his entire body tensing up with each stream of cum he shot across himself. The Sheriff moaned as he felt the muscles in Robin's ass tighten around his shaft, leaning forward the wolf gripped Robin's shoulders and pumped into him harder, each time pulling more of his huge wolf cock out of his captives ass before thrusting his entire length inside of the fox's sore tight ass again.
The Sheriff was close. He couldn't hold back any longer; with a loud howl, the fat wolf let out stream after stream of hot wolf cum inside Robin's tight hole, filling his bowels with the hot fluid. Robin cried out as he felt the Sheriff's cum filling him. The bound fox gritted his teeth as the Sheriff thrust into him one last time, pushing his entire wolf meat deep inside of Robin and emptying himself inside of him.
The two of them stayed like that, panting after the Sheriff had emptied himself. Eventually the wolf pulled out and rolled onto his back, his cum leaking out of the violated fox's ass. "L-like that, fox?" The Sheriff panted, exhausted. Robin stayed silent, "Hey! I asked you a question!" "Y-yes." Robin muttered, "I liked it." "Heh, good boy." The Sheriff chuckled, standing up, "Better take you back to the castle then, King John'll want to see you." Robin said nothing. "Nothin' to say, fox? That's a change."
The Sheriff quickly put his armour back on, pausing to check himself before scooping the naked fox up in his arms. "Well! Let's go, fox." He chuckled.
The Sheriff stopped halfway back to camp. "Huh?" He muttered, turning around, "Could've sworn... Ah, I'm just imaginin' th- oomph!" The Sheriff gasped aloud, dropping his captive, he collapsed unconscious on the floor. Robin looked around, trying to pinpoint the location of the wolf's assailant.
"Rob'! Hey, Rob'!" Came a familiar yet panicked voice, "Damn, Rob', what'd he do to you?!" Little John knelt down beside his captured friend, dropping the huge oak club he had used against the Sheriff on the floor. "I-I'm all right, John." Robin lied, "Untie me so we can get out of here." "Yeah, of course, hold on, buddy." Without any hesitation, Little John quickly undid the rope binding the poor fox. Robin sat up, his wrists and ankles hurting from being tied like that for so long.
"I'm sorry, Rob', I wanted to help you, but the guards saw me, I had to run, when I came back to the guard's camp, you weren't there." Little John placed a hand on his friends shoulder. "Rob'... What happened?!" Little John gasped, taking in his friend's appearance, soaked in the Sheriff's urine, cum still leaking out of his ass. "You... You don't want to know." Robin answered, trying to sound nonchalant. "You look terrible!" Little John said, "C'mon, we gotta get you out of here, we'll patch you up when we get back to Sherwood." "Thanks." Robin said simply, letting Little John pick him up. The bear started towards Sherwood forest with his friend in his arms.
"Is he dead?" Robin asked. "The Sheriff? Nah, I just knocked him out." After a pause, Little John added, "Maybe I should've killed him after what he did to you." "No." Robin said, "We'll get him back, King John too. But I wouldn't feel right killing somebody; even the Sheriff. And even if we did have to, I'd much rather fight him one on one than killing him from behind." "You're a good man, Rob'." Little John said comfortingly. "Thanks, John." Robin smiled, his old self quickly returning.
The fox quickly felt better in the company of his old friend Little John. He could forget everything that happened that night, Robin Hood would be back to his old, smart cocky in no time.
The two friends looked at each other, the fox giving the worried bear a smile. "Heh, you're really something, Rob'." Little John chuckled, "After all the Sheriff put you through, you don't look too bad for it." "Well, you know, it'll take more than a fat wolf in an armoured skirt to break this outlaw down." The two chuckled, slowly making their way towards Sherwood forest where they would plan their next move against the false King John.