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Sir Hiss slithered through the undergrowth. He weaved this way and that, intent on his target. He moved with purposeful speed through the darkness, his keen senses guiding him. Brush rustled against his belly, but he paid it no mind. What need had he for stealth? If these brigands were even smart enough to station a guard, he'd be listening for footsteps, something that the serpent had the fortune of lacking.

He picked up his head to taste the air. He was nearing the camp. He would be within sight of it soon. He drew himself low to the ground and stilled for a moment, alert for any vibrations in the ground from movement nearby. His plan to install that blubbering fool Prince John on the throne had gone well. He was proving to be a bit tougher to control than the scaly trickster had anticipated, but it wouldn't take long to wear that impish little kitten down.

No, the true threat to his plans was just a few yards away, quietly snoozing if the feel of the ground was any indication. This Robin Hood fellow was a steadily sharpening thorn in his side. Prince John's power was borrowed, and repeatedly proving himself incompetent at disposing of a petty thief was severely corroding what little credibility the spoiled faux-monarch had. If this kept up, Prince John could lose his seat on the throne, and Hiss would lose his chance at controlling it.

That was why he was here, quietly listening, making sure the coast was clear. Sir Hiss had to see this new threat from the forests of Nottingham for himself. There was a chance that it was just the Prince's incompetence and near-lunacy that allowed this little fox to slip though his fingers time and time again. But if the thief posed a legitimate threat, it would be up to him, the true brains behind the throne, to dispose of him.

Hiss didn't like getting his hands dirty, metaphorically speaking, but he had worked too long and too hard to get where he was to be unseated by some two-bit gypsy and his band of roving thugs. His coils tensed, this waiting was wearing on him. He had heard nothing and felt nothing that indicated anyone conscious. He took his chance and slithered his way towards what might be generously called their camp.

The burned-down fire pit was surrounded by some hastily-strewn supplies, but these were not of interest to the snake as he crept up behind the great, heaving mound that was the ironically named 'Little John'. The rolling of his placid snores shook the snake all the way down his sinuous body. He slept like the log he leaned upon. Hiss arched up to get a better look at the bear's face.

"Ssso thisss one'sss the mussscle..." he hissed, surveying the slumbering merry man. "Looksss like he won't be disssturbing me..."

The bear stirred slightly as his visitor slithered past.

"Snrrk! Naw, nuh..." the great lummox mumbled. "Naw I dunno wha happ'n to th' bacon honest... Zzzzz..."

The snake rolled his eyes, proceeding to his true target. The fox was slumped up against a log, looking perfectly harmless as he drew gentle breaths. This was it? This was Robin Hood? The one that had stymied entire armies sent after him and pillaged even the tightest royal strongholds?

"Hmph, pathetic," the snake snorted. "Ssstill though. I had bessst make certain that I can... sssubdue him ssshould the need arissse..."

Of course the fox wore only a tunic, providing his guest with a tantalizing opportunity. One thing that Sir Hiss would never admit was a his liking for exploiting a certain... particular vulnerability in his victims. With no one else around and his position secure for the moment, he figured this little recon would be an excellent chance to have a little fun.

He coiled around behind the fox, resting most of his weight on the log. The sleeping canine bristled at the touch of the scales, but Sir Hiss was practiced in this art, and kept his touches light for the moment. He would bide his time a bit, wait for the fox to get used to his presence there before making a move. When the orange fur had settled and his target once more slept soundly, Hiss snuck his tail tip around, deftly flicking it up underneath the bottom of the fox's tunic.

The flap of Robin Hood's signature garb just barely concealed his sheath, making the snake's job oh so much easier. He brushed his tail tip slowly up and down the fine fur of the sheath, increasing the pressure incrementally until it was just enough to provoke a reaction. The fox's breath rasped a little heavier, his body stirring gently at the touch. His soon-to-be captor kept up the gentle strokes, carefully watching for any signs of wakefulness. This would go much smoother if he could keep his target asleep as long as possible.

This body felt so warm to the snake, just begging him to wrap his coils... no, no that would come later. Mustn't risk waking him and being discovered. Though... progress was certainly being made. The skin that his tail was teasing had begun to stretch gently, the blood within it pulsing stronger by the second. Before long he felt the sliding that he was looking for, as the fox's member began its inexorable rise from its little hovel.

A smile began to spread across the fox's face as the top of his rod began to peek out from the white-furred sheath beneath his tunic. Good... His dreams had adjusted to suit the mood that Sir Hiss was so carefully cultivating. He stretched his tail down a little further, reaching the tip into the sheath to coax the gently pulsing shaft out a little faster. When there was no room left for his tail, he pulled out the newly-slickened appendage, and wrapped it gently around the exposed head, holding the loop down right at the opening of the sheath.

A small, pleasured coo escaped the fox's maw as his member slid up through the ring of wet, scaly flesh, blood pumping ever stronger as it did so. The sheath stretched to its limit as his member's rise finally stopped. Hiss gave a little squeeze, holding his victim at this point for a few moments to snug up a little closer to him and enjoy his pleasant squirming. The helpless movements called to the snake's instincts to coil and crush, but he had to restrain himself, couldn't risk waking him just yet...

Taking a chance, Hiss pushed the loop of his tail down, exposing the fox's knot, getting a pleasured moan and a jerk of his hips as a response. Oh, yes... now this was progress. He lavished attention upon that knot, a known hot-button for canines. His tip wriggled and swiped all over its surface, before he gave another squeeze and a tug at its base, exposing as much of the fox's tool as he could. He saw the tips of those silly moccasins flex as the fox's toes curled in pleasure. His jaw tightened every time his knot was squeezed. The snake was entertained by these reactions, and kept up squeezing at it, working up a rhythm and slowly increasing the pressure.

A shiver went up the snake's body as a droplet of hot pre touched his scales. It had dripped all the way down the fox's length, with more being produced by the ongoing effort. He noticed the muscles in the fox's abdomen relaxing slightly, and looked down to see his legs slowly drooping out to the sides. His hips slid forward slightly without the support of his legs. His tail stirred up the dirt in the ever-widening gap between his legs. The snake could see the way it pushed against the ground to slide the fox further down, exposing the pink pucker of his tailhole.

"Sssuch a typical focksss..." the snake gently hissed as he made ready to take advantage of this new opportunity. He brought his tail tip up the fox's lips and brushed gently against them. "Fancy a kissss?"

Robin Hood shuddered at the touch to his sensitive muzzle, but this became part of the dream as well before long, and he was leaning into the "kiss". Hiss' tail slipped into his mouth, the vulpine maw working dreamily around it as the scaly length pushed deeper into him. Hiss was amazed that the fox hadn't woken yet. He was nearly as hard to wake as that bumbling bear. Of course, it could simply be that he was... enjoying this little dream.

"That'sss right... you'll want that to be nice and ssslick."

The fox's moan as he lapped against the snake's tail sent tingling shivers across his scaly skin. Now that he thought about it, he was starting to enjoy the fox's dream quite a bit as well. The warm, slick passage that his tail occupied felt heavenly...

He could wait no longer. He withdrew his tail from the fox's mouth with a wet smack and brought it back down to its true target. He pressed his tail tip against the sensitive flesh of the fox's entrance, making teasing little circles to get him nice and moist. No reason for this to be too unpleasant... The snake hovered his head before the fox's, readying his hypnotic gaze for what came next.

The snake finally parted the little pucker, slipping himself inside. Robin Hood gasped and heaved, his eyes finally popping open. In an instant they were met by the swirling pools of the serpent before him.

"Hey, wh- hu... uhhng..."

Too late. The fox had been conscious barely a second before his captor had capitalized on that moment of weakness, gently slipping his self-control beyond his grasp. It had hardly been an effort. It just wasn't fair at all was it? Hiss almost felt pity for the stricken little fox. Almost...

"Sss-ssshh-shhhh... Husssh little focksss. Quiet now. Do you feel good?"

"F-feel... good?" the fox repeated, beginning to sway in time with the serpent's mesmerizing movements.

"Yesss... If you make too much noissse, then all the good feelingsss will come to an end. You don't want that, do you?"

"No... don't s-stop..." His dazed eyes came to a halt, locked within the swirling colors of Sir Hiss' enthralling gaze.

"But of courssse... That won't be a problem anyway. Why, I believe you've completely forgotten how to talk, haven't you?"

"I... h-ha... ah!" The expanding rings of hypnotic colors were mirrored in the fox's eyes as his jaw swung wordlessly up and down, eventually drifting back into a neutral position as the snake's first suggestion took hold.

"That'sss a good boy," the hypnotist praised. "Sssomeone dessservesss a reward..."

The snake gave a gentle push, sliding a bit more of himself into the little foxhole.

"Ah! Ngh... ah, ah..."

"Not ssso loud, now. Wouldn't want thisss-" Hiss gave a more forceful push "-to ssstop, now would we?"

Robin gave a gasp and shook his head, all the while staring into those entrancing eyes.

"That'sss right..." Hiss thought to test his control with another simple suggestion. "Now why don't you pull that sssilly tunic up out of the way?"

His arms lifted up to the bottom of his tunic, but there was a moment's hesitation.

"It will feel good... It will let me touch you and... ssstimulate you more fully. Isssn't that what you want?"

The snake pushed again. Tiny, muted gasps and shudders were all that came out of the fox as more and more scaly flesh went into him. He lifted the tunic flap up over his belly, exposing his throbbing member to the chill night air. Hiss' tail found the spot it was looking for, and a gentle press made the fox buck his hips and grit his teeth suddenly before settling back into his placid daze.

"In the right neighborhood," he commented. "Ah, but I've been neglecting you, now haven't I?"

Hiss, now confident in his control, slid his bulk off the log, to rub his sinuous length against the fox, bringing a coil to rest around his still drooling member. The snake grinned as he constricted around it. The act of constricting felt so ineffably right, even though he was doing it for a very different purpose than normal. He saw the fox shaking as he tried to roll his head back and moan, but he increased the pressure on his mind for a moment, locking his victim where he was. Couldn't risk him looking away...

Hiss concentrated as he pulled his body up the fox's length to spread his dripping pre down the shaft. The thicker, less dexterous coil was difficult to work with. He heard no complaint from the one it was wrapped around though... Hiss tried to squeeze the canine knot at the base of the shaft, but it slipped out through his slickened scales. No more love for the knot is seemed, this coil was simply too wide. From what he knew of canine anatomy, that could be something of a complication.

"Hmmm... well that'sss going to make it a bit more difficult for you to releassse... But I won't give up if you don't. How about it, little focksss?"

The fox's pleasured tremblings became distinctly nod-like for a moment before he once more became overwhelmed by the pleasure, or lost in trance once again. It was difficult to tell actually. The two were becoming synonymous, it seemed. Could it be?

"Does my little focksss... like being hypnotisssed? Transssced? Teasssed?" The snake asked, pushing another inch into the fox's rear.

There was an impassioned heave that shook the body within the snake's coils. Hiss had to smile at the way the fox's whole body screamed "Yes, YES!" even as he remained obediently silent, only the lightest cooing escaping with his harried breath. He gave his prey an encouraging squeeze, only to find a shiver of pleasure traveling up his own scaly body. The constricting, the pulsing of hot blood beneath the iron grip of his scales, the wriggling muscles of helpless prey... it all felt so right. So deeply, profoundly right that the snake nearly lost himself in it.

He began to think that he must try to get a stay of execution for the little thief. Having this one down in the castle dungeon, chained and bound, helpless to resist his advances... To have this little fox at his beck and call at any time, to dominate and abuse any way he saw fit. Oh what a joy it would be!

The serpent shook his head and pulled in his drooping tongue, remembering to keep up his hypnotic glare for the time being. The fox was clever, and there was still a glimmer of consciousness within him, looking for an opening just like that one. Still, Sir Hiss had this well under control. Why not indulge himself? Forgetting about slowly teasing the fox, he eagerly, purposefully raised the pressure on his captive's anus, steadily sliding inch after inch up inside the fox. Soon, strong muscles cinched up around the intrusion.

"Come now, focksss..." the serpent hissed, raising the pressure on his mind another notch. "Your massster wantsss more. Do your massster a favor, would you?"

Another tiny nod.

"Jussst... relacksss..."

The fox's mouth fell open in a whispered moan as he immediately complied, the scaly length beginning to sink inside him once more as his resistance ebbed. A deft flick of Hiss' tail tip snuck it around the corner deep within the fox's innards, letting him plunge ever further.

"Oh yesss, that's the ssstuff..." Hiss groaned, feeling the heat of the fox's passage soaking into him. "You sssee? It'sss no ordinary length you're being filled with, little focksss. Thisss one... can think for itssself."

The fox rolled and bucked his hips as the length wriggled inside him, at last stretching him to his limit.

"Oh, well done, well done. What was it you took there? Ssseventeen inchesss? Eighteen? I lossst count. Are you sssertain you haven't done thisss before?"

The fox was too enraptured by the scaly length filling him to make anything in the way of response but the same desperate, pleading whispers. Hiss felt the fox's member pulse as a contraction wracked his captive's body. Instinctively, his coil squeezed and slid down, trying to prevent the escape of its quarry. When the fox relaxed, so did the snake. Given confidence by the warmth coursing through him, Hiss decided to take things another step further.

He withdrew his tail slightly, plunging it back in to the limit once more. To his delight, the fox's body responded immediately. Another contraction, another stroke of his cock. The snake had such an innate sense for the muscles of struggling prey that his body easily fell into a rhythm with that of his prisoner. Soon the wet, slick sounds of scales stroking and penetrating the fox added to the gentle moans in the night air, both participants becoming lost in this erotic dance.

"Yesss, yesssss! More, hotter!" The snake called out, his blood boiling from the passionate heat of the fox he drew ever tighter around. A hot flush passed through the ever-obedient fox, but this only seemed to incense the serpent. "Yesss, more! Do it! Do what your body demandsss of you!"

Had the master mesmer been thinking clearly, he would've known to avoid such vague wording in his commands, and in an instant it was time for him to "pay" for his mistake. The fox's hands gripped around the snake, on either side of the loop that held his member. Hiss gasped and looked down to find... the fox thrusting enthusiastically through the scaly flesh wrapped around him. He started to work up a sweat, his blood pulsing ever hotter as his climax built.

"Oh, oh! Ssssuch a good ssslave..."

The fox gave a sharp whine that he quickly clamped down on. He was painfully close to the edge and, to the snake's delight, hearing 'good slave' had nearly made him cum. Hiss continued to thrust and squeeze, now anticipating this climax as much as his little slave was. Robin Hood squeezed, nearly to the point of pain for his master. With a mighty thrust, he pushed his engorged knot up into the heavenly embrace of the serpent's coils. The scaly ring forced his sheath down, exposing just enough of his shaft for him to tie with the snake. Hiss couldn't help but constrict enthusiastically around the throbbing bulb of flesh.

Both of the pair cried out in ecstasy as hot seed arced over the fox's belly. Robin Hood squeaked and whimpered with his mouth tightly shut as he remembered his orders. Hiss panted, an unusual thing for a snake, taking savory licks at the air. The taste fascinated and enthralled him. Letting the bliss of afterglow pacify his charge for the moment, he swung his head down to sate his curiosity.

Hiss took an experimental lick of the fox's bounty. The tunic was encrusted with ages of filth, but the seed, oh this glorious seed! It was as if his slave's submission had been distilled into a thick, creamy liquid. He had to have more! More of this rich, pure essence; without the taste of peasant cloth and mangy fur. He went nose-to-nose with the dazed fox, pumping everything he had into his mesmerizing gaze. All the passion, all the sudden, overwhelming need that had welled up within the hypnotic reptile surged through him, spilling out of the spellbindingly rapid swirls of color in his eyes. The fox lurched, suddenly going limp against the log behind him, his head thudding heavily against the hollow wood. His eyes drifted shut as his tongue lolled from the side of his mouth. Sir Hiss was snapped from his frenzy by the dramatic sight.

"Oh dear... I believe I... broke him."

A little trail of drool foamed from the fox's heavy panting. His tongue swayed back and forth from the exertion. He stirred with a groan, and there was a sigh of relief from the petrified snake. Quickly he composed himself and met the fox's gaze with a much gentler swirling pattern when those dazed eyes finally blinked open once more. This recent episode had impressed upon Hiss the importance of keeping a hold of himself, staying in control, and so he had formulated a plan.

"If my underssstanding of canine anatomy can be trusssted," he began. "Thisss 'tying' busssinesss givesss a great deal of... control to your partner, doesssn't it?"

A gentle nod from the exhausted fox.

"You are trapped whilst your mate takesss the chance to ssstroke and sssqueeze... getting every lassst drop, isssn't that right, ssslave?"

Robin trembled with excitement when he realized what his master was talking about. His knot was still wrapped tightly in those coils and his innards were still blissfully stretched by his master's body. The fun wasn't over yet.

"Now thisss will be a bit... unorthodocksss... but you trussst me, don't you?"

A nod, an enthusiastic one this time.

"And I trussst you, ssslave. Now sssit back, and let massster take care of you..." He hissed, releasing the fox from his gaze.

Robin Hood could now act as he pleased, only the suggestion of silence remained. He didn't feel the need to escape though. No, certainly not. In fact, as the serpent's maw engulfed his still-throbbing erection, he felt only the desire to stay...

... to sssubmit.