The Real Story (Revised)
#1 of The Real Story
This is the revised version of my first Robin Hood rule 34 smut story. It contains abuse, extortion and other dark themes, just like the original! (Except less typos and slightly more depth!) Enjoy! PS. This version will be exclusively here as I'm too lazy to post it elsewhere. :D
"The Real Story"
It was a balmy day in Nottingham, the sun was shining without a cloud in the sky and the air was thick with the wet heat of humidity. The spirits of the people however, were high during one of the few formal events the new king had despite the city's financial state. It was an archery contest; the reward was a solid gold arrow and a kiss from Maid Marian herself. For the citizens of Nottingham it wasn't about the reward however, surely a kiss from Marian would turn any archer's cheek red, and a solid golden arrow would help pay the taxes for awhile. However most of the people there were simply enjoying good times with their friends in the nice hot weather, cheering on the archers, playing games and just generally having fun.
Except for a few people there, two of which were very anxious and tediously awaiting for this event to end. King John being one of them, his plans was drawing close to a finish and soon that ridiculously poofy tailed pest would be out of his sight for good. He'd have his way soon enough, and then he could enjoy his rule in peace. The other was not so happy simply due to the abuse he had to endure today; he hated this loathsome, childish, lion. Physical and mental abuse daily he had to obey or fear being be-headed. However the serpent wasn't stupid, he may be passive and weak but he definitely wasn't stupid. There were perks with being tied to the royal lion even if it meant taking a little abuse, like privileged information about the event being a trap. He did try to warn him each time that they wouldn't catch him but as far as John was concerned Sir Hiss was just a method of stress relief.
Of course, it was obviously a trap, and the wolf felt bad for the snake for putting up with so much for so little, almost. He knew that if the tables were turned he wouldn't get a second glance from the serpent and always had his eyes on him. At first he didn't suspect anything from the gangly youth of an archer, but the minute he hit a bulls-eye and was so daring as to flirt with the fair maiden, he knew. The wolf licked his chops and prepares for the first shot; he was always curious who was better with a bow.
It was the finals now; words were exchanged between the gangly youth of an archer and the Sheriff with secret meanings cleverly disguised as banter for the crowds. This was the fox's idea, the wolf would have gladly just quietly lost the competition and admit the rumors of Robin's archery skills to be true, but he just had to rub it in. He managed to pass on the well-known knowledge of what Hiss told him through a clever remark about spotting Robin in any disguise. Robin didn't react much, no surprise, obviously aware of such a transparent plan and most likely three steps ahead. However because of the fox's attitude, proving he was still rebellious the Sheriff figured he outta try and win this competition, even if he had to cheat to do it.
The Sheriff lined up his shot and fired at the target, seemingly to magically hop into his arrow's path landing a direct bulls-eye. The Sheriff then began to laugh and patted his belly, watching the cleverly disguised fox stride past him, rolling his eyes. He didn't notice the sheriff take his bow in paw and nudge the fox's bow just as he released his arrow. Thinking fast as always, he fired another arrow to change the original arrow's course and landed another bulls-eye. Everyone began to cheer and the wolf's jaw dropped in surprise, and then grinned as he guessed the rumors of the fox's skill with a bow were true after all.
Then the normal events proceeded as usual, the king threw a tantrum of royal measure and ordered the guards to attack. None of the arrows landing their mark and the rhino guards were acting even slower than usual, perhaps because of the heat, or perhaps because the Sheriff made a deal to skip their taxes every now and then to spare their families a life of poverty in exchange for a favor. The king wouldn't notice with how much he was squeezing out of everyone else, and Sir Hiss made a habit of making wrong estimates when counting the treasury every day. In any case, Robin escaped as usual, free to fight the tyranny of an unjust king for another day... but at what cost? Robin had finished celebrating with his friends and his lover, Marian in the forest. They all grew tired from eating so much food and after such a long, hot day with so much excitement it was starting to get to the fox as well. He had duties to fulfill however, or perhaps debts would be a better word.
The moon was full which helped illuminate the castle grounds for him to see, taking his usual path which would normally seem suspiciously unguarded had they served a competent king. The night was as humid as the day, a slight cool wind refreshed the overheated fox as dried sweat clung to his fur orange fur. Robin thanked the gods that he could get away with wearing a long tunic that just barely covered his nether regions, if he had to dress up like the prince every day he would be easily irritated as well.
As the fox "snuck" into the tower and descended into the largely unused dungeon he entertained ideas of fleeing, taking back his title of Outlaw honestly and living a truly care free life style everyone believed he had. However as he saw the torchlight flickering and his dreams disappeared with the light of reality, he would never have gotten this far if it weren't for the Sheriff pulling some strings with the guard all these years. It stung his pride worse then what the Sheriff did to him every week but he had a debt to repay.
The deal was, the Sheriff would take the citizens hatred, and he'd play the "bad guy" the childish Lion king needed so badly. He would bribe the guard into failing to catch the fox and give him another week of being the hero outlaw of Nottingham. Robin for his part would simply need to find a way to sneak away from his merry men and take the safest path the Sheriff made for him once a week. Then he would need to submit to the Sheriff and sate his sadistic desires. If he failed to do so the Sheriff could not promise him his safety OR Little John's, not to mention the fair Maid Marian whom he had complete access to and would hate to see have an accident should the fox try and run away.
Robin knew the wolf would make good on his threats, he was a heartless wolf who always needed to be in control. Now Robin was under his control too, but soon enough he'd think of a way to be free again. His mind drifting to escape attempts again but were quickly halted by a large fist shoved into his gut, knocking the wind out of him as the Sheriff caught him by surprise. He crumpled over the Sheriff's offered arm and did not, or could not, resist as he was placed in the dungeon's stockade. The fox winced as he took in the familiar sights as he heard the click of the creaky old stock lock shut.
The dungeon itself was just a very large basement with torture devices, not even Prince John knew about it because Richard never mentioned it to him for fear of how the child might use it. He had no use for such barbaric devices, the Sheriff on the other hand could think of many ways to use them. Robin could also hear a faint hissing noise behind him, if the wind wasn't knocked out of him he would have offered a witty greeting, however he was content on getting a comfortable footing with this cursed device holding him up at an awkward angle.
The Sheriff decided to speak up first then, "You've met Sir Hiss before haven't you Robin? He's part of our little organization too ya know and deserves a little gratitude as well." to which the serpent added a hiss to, echoing throughout the dungeon. The fox managed a growl as he caught a bit of his breath "My my Sheriff, do you greet all your guests in such a fashion?" he remarked, ignoring the snake's presence entirely. The wolf slowly walked over to Hiss and picked him up, laying him upon the fox's back replying confidently as he usually does, "Oh but you should know by now Robin, yer not a guest yer a prisoner. Hell even less then that! Only difference between you and a prisoner is I let you have a longer leash depending on how good you are..."
On that note the serpent shot out, quickly coiling around the bound fox's exposed neck gently, not applying any real pressure as his scales hugged the soft fur, he always loved the way the fox's eyes widened out of instinctual fear as he faced him, coils wrapped around his neck firmly. He hissed calmly and finally spoke up, "I was going to induct you into a nice relaxed state of hypnosis like we normally do, to make it easier for everybody. We know how you like to forget about these nights; however my friend says you were very naughty in the archer competition today and we need to teach you a lesson. So tonight you'll be doing this all of your own free will, Robin Hood.", hissing the fox's name as his coils tightened around the fox's throat, cutting off his air and making him squirm against the creaky stockade, the echoing squeaks mixing with his desperate sputters for air.
Robin's grunt was cut off as his wind pipe closed, his paws closing into fists as he jerked against his binds in vain. Normally the snake would use his crazy eyes and make the night a blur, it made the entire act tolerable to a point, now they expected him to please them of his own free will!? At first he didn't know if he could do it, the snake's lips pressing against his mouth and the offending odor of the snake's diet. Normally the snake would hypnotize him and turn into his beautiful Marian, who he was more than happy to kiss. Now it seemed if he wanted to breathe he would have to share such a tender act with this little monster. His ears pinned back and his face reddened, not all entirely from lack of oxygen as his lips parted and he let the snake's tongue slip into his muzzle, the much smaller organ slipping around his own and exploring his muzzle. He was still choking though and realized he'd really have to put some effort into this if he wanted to survive the night, let alone the next week.
The Sheriff grinned as he watched the scene play out, slowly the sounds of gasping and choking were replaced by wet suckling's and hisses, occasionally the fox would force a moan but his face melted from a pained expression to a curious one, eyes closed and ears perked again as he was slowly allowed to breath. Turning and picking up the very bow that the outlaw had used to beat him today he turned back to the fox, "Time for yer discipline Robin, lift yer tail before I break it!" he chuckled. The fox quickly obeying, he had a kink in his tail for over a week which did not fit his image at all the last time he hesitated.
Robin hated lifting his tail, blushing deeply as he could only return the kiss with the serpent though, the stockade holding him firmly and those coils flexing around his tender neck. His clothes did not leave much to the imagination, often he was exposed but no one thought anything of it in a perverse manner. At least the fox originally thought before catching the eye of the Sheriff. As the first swat came down he had to hold back from biting off the serpents tongue, no doubt the Sheriff enjoyed watching him maintain his composure so as not to be choked by the serpent again for breaking their kiss.
Robin would never admit it but he did enjoy -this- part, or at least he thinks he does. It's hard to tell with that damned snake in his head every time, he really hoped Marian would be open to this side of him should he ever manage to get his freedom back and marry her. As much as he wanted to pretend it was Marian and not the Sheriff however he would never believe Marian could smell so foul, the wolf always had pungent body odor which made the fox wonder if he bathed at all. Robin blushed deeply as his red tip began to slip out of his sheath and hang obscenely between his legs, bobbing each time his creamy white furred hips would jerk from the sting of the cane-like bow.
The wolf grinning ear to ear, his own length much larger then Robin's and he made sure to point it out each time. With his own erection jutting out between his legs he put down the cane and walked up to the bound fox, kneeling down behind him and gripping his ankles. Forcing the fox's legs straight up so he lay flat in mid-air, his upper body supported by the stockade and his lower supported by the wolf's grip as he walked in between Robin's legs, bending them in at the knees comfortably. Peering between the fox's legs he listened to the fox gasp and choke on the kiss as he shoved his cold, wet nose up against the fox's 5 inches of meat, inhaling deeply. The wolf rumbles, "Mm-mm! You smell so sweet and feminine for a male, Robin. Must be a fox thing, huh?", to which the fox could not respond, his cheeks reddening further from humiliation and his cock tip drooling pre onto the Sheriff's nose.
Robin began to squirm though as that nose trailed back across his furry balls and and up under his tail, shuddering as that long, hot, wet tongue slides across his sore tail hole. The soothing heat and gentle caressing nearly pushed him to the brink of orgasm despite who was doing it, his pre-cum dripping onto the floor copiously. Wet lapping noises were added to the now obscene suckling noises as the snake made out with the bound fox who seemed to be a lot more into it now, eyes closed lightly and drool dripping down the fox's chin.
The wolf wasted no time getting his "Outlaw" prepared, standing up straight and lowering the fox's lower end back down to the floor at the same time. The Wolf slid his paws from Robin's ankles to his hips and held them level with his crotch which still left the rather short fox's feet dangling in the air, his back arched a little due to his upper body still held firmly in place and that sweet, pink tail hole winking at him shamelessly. The Sheriff grinned as he saw the fox's tail was raised without another prompting, "Good, you're learning." he muttered quietly to himself mostly as he slowly prodded his 9 inches of tapered wolf meat up under the fox's tail, not penetrating yet. He nodded to the snake that finally broke the kiss, letting the poor humiliated outlaw pant and catch his breath properly.
Sir Hiss nodded back and tightened his coils around the fox's neck again. Normally the fox would be so deep in a trance he wouldn't even be able to control his muscles, allowing the Sheriff to take what he wanted from the fox without either suffering. However the Sheriff was smart enough to know he was too big for the smaller man and that if steps weren't taken he wouldn't even get in without chafing himself. The snake's coils slowly readjusted around the fox's neck as he gagged and struggled to breath, his wide eyes eventually drooping and his fists slowly uncurling as blackness edges at his vision, his lungs burning and his senses dulling.
The wolf grunts as he digs his claws into the weakened fox and thrusts in as hard as he can, spreading the tight ring of unresisting muscle around his thick, red shaft. Panting lewdly with his tongue lolling out of his muzzle his groan echoes throughout the dungeon as he manages to sink two-thirds of his shaft under the fox's tail, watching with glee as Robin's deliciously tight hole swallows his cock without so much as a soft groan from the half-conscious fox. The Sheriff moans at the silky insides weakly flexing and gripping his length, now that he was in it was just a matter of breaking him in again.
Robin was vaguely aware of a sharp burning pain in his backside, his foggy mind unable to process the amount of pain he should be feeling; instead a simple feeling of being too full comes to mind. The coils around his neck loosen and his vision grows clearer as he begins to remember where he was. The soft yipping noise was coming from his muzzle he realized, the squeaking sound was the stockade he was locked in, and the burning pain in his backside must be the Sheriff's sizable shaft, spreading and tearing him open.
The fox would soon be unable to focus on the wolf's firm thrusts however as he felt something warm and wet splash across his nose. Refocusing his eyes up to where the snake's mouth had been now was just the snake's belly; apparently he shifted around his head. The fox watches curiously as a stream of warm, yellow fluid flowed from the snake's body onto his face. He didn't close his eye in time and winced as the acrid substance landed in his left eye. He blushed deeply as the scent reached his nose and he knew he was being marked by Sir Hiss. The fox sputtering and making faces before a quick jerk and a tightening around his neck reminded him of his place, the fox struggling with all of his strength not to spit the foul reptile's urine from his mouth or shake it from his face, instead laying limply in his binds and letting the snake finish urinating on him, sobbing quietly and yipping each time he felt those heavy balls slap against his own and the wolf's cock reach a new depth inside him.
The Sheriff looks down and admires his handy work, listening in more intently as he begins to hear the fox's yips of pure pain soon be accompanied by sobs of sadness as tears also begin to stream down his cheeks with the snake's urine. The twitch in his cock tells him he's enjoying the outlaw's cries of pain and anguish, enjoys as they're cut off with each powerful thrust, jerking the smaller males body against the stockade making it creak and bend slightly, knocking the wind out of the poor fox each time until the wolf is finally thrusting his full length in and out of Robin Hood's now stretched tail hole. If anyone were looking they could clearly see the outline of the Sheriff's member rubbing against the Outlaw's belly from the inside, distending his gut on every firm thrust, the wolf's pace was random and without tempo making the fox's grunts randomly short and long to his liking. Reaching for the Outlaw's famous hat he takes it and places it under the fox and between his legs, "Just about time now... come on bitch, squirt for us..." he coos to the fox as he pumps his member into the fox more gently now, no longer trying to knock the wind from him with each thrust.
Robin grits his teeth, the worst part of the night was coming, where he proves to these monsters and himself that somewhere deep down inside he isn't coming every week because he has to, but because he wants to. This night would be no different as the fox's body shook and shuddered from the feeling of that hot, throbbing wolf meat rubbing inside him, his sobbing melting into a loud moan and the occasional yiff escaping his lips like a proper vixen in heat. He knew it had to be the snake's tricks inside his head again; no one could naturally enjoy such treatment... right? This is the truth he accepted as his cock twitched and shot a few ropes of sticky hot fox cum into his hat. His body relaxing as his orgasm finishes, starting to sob once more, feeling the snake shifting around his head again, watching as the red bulbous part on his belly moved around to the side of his head before resting against his ear.
Sir Hiss's body shivers as he feels his exposed, small cock rub against the wet fur of the fox's face before resting against the warm, deep cavern of his ear, slowly dipping into the hot orifice his small cock could sink in and enjoy the heat without causing the fox any damage. He found in past experiences that it also made the fox tense and shiver that would help heighten the Sheriff's pleasure as well. He hisses as he listens to the fox's moans and sobs begin to get cut off once more by the savage thrusts of the wolf, the now wet hat placed back on his head, filled with his shame. The symbolism not lost on the fox as he doesn't resist the serpents kiss this time around despite how uncomfortable it is with the snake's small penises rubbing into his ear, drooling pre and filling it up with sexual fluids, blocking the hearing in that ear.
The Sheriff grunts, his orgasm drawing close as the fox tenses around his shaft, the wolf perking a brow at the Hiss's odd display of mating. Even for the older kinky wolf this was a little much, but he wasn't complaining, not with that delicious hole milking his cock for his seed whether the fox was doing it willingly or not. He looked down at the fox, fur matted with sweat, tail hanging to the side limply, the wolf's red cock slipping easily now into the Outlaw's slickened hole, pre matting the white creamy fur and running down the orange furred legs. Beaten was the only word to describe it. One of his little green socks even fell off from the force of the wolf's thrusts exposing his foot paw as they dangled in the air. The wolf gritting his teeth as he watched his shaft disappear and reappear from the fox's loosened hungry hole, the sound of wet meat slapping together as his cock pumped into the fox repeatedly and at an uneven pace. The Sheriff's cock twitched suddenly and he growls loudly, slamming his knot into the fox before shooting thick ropes of wolf cum deep inside his prisoner. Watching as the fox only closes his eyes tightly and muffles around the serpents lips as he's knotted before resuming his composure after a little bit of convincing from the serpent's coils once more even as his belly distends from being filled so deeply.
Confident he has fully completely inseminated the fox the Sheriff grips those hips tightly, not even waiting for his knot to go down he growls and pulls hard, the fox letting out a muffled yip into Hiss's maw. Letting the fox's hips go as he dislodges a smirk spreads across his muzzle as the legs buckle under the fox and he hangs limply. The Sheriff taking a moment to watch the copious amounts of semen flowing from the fox's stretched hole onto the concrete floor and his gut shrink back down to regular size. Stepping up behind the fox and rubbing his messy cum dripping cock off onto Robin's tunic leaving warm cum stains all over the fox's backside before turning and leaving. The snake would never finish before the Sheriff and the wolf was always much too tired and not interested in Sir Hiss's bizarre kinks to stay up any later to watch. Leaving the keys on the floor and the fox to the snake's abuse he brushes the dust off his uniform and wipes the sweat from his brow before strolling off to bed, the sounds of a beaten outlaw's voice echoes behind him, leaving a smile on his face and a cheery stride in his step.