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Robin Hood: Why do you steal?

Everywhere within the small, dark green clearing was filled with the sound of joyful folk music, the dancing figures of the people of Nottingham and giggling and singing of the children who had be allowed to come along to this secret yet momentous event in the middle of Nottingham forest. Despite the obvious elation and relief on every face that you could see, each person dancing or singing or watching and listening with glee, it was also clearly visible what the centrepiece of the night was. It was a pair of foxes not long out of their teenage years, and in the midst of the festivities they enjoyed they night together; a strong and handsome male fox dressed in a green tunic and improvised shoes along with his trademark yellow hat that bore a red feather, his infamous bow and arrow still slung over his shoulder as he danced with his partner, an exquisitely beautiful vixen dressed in fine silk dyed in shades of pink and purple the same hue as her humble headpiece which concealed her pointed ears along with the rest of her head from there backwards. They both wore matching rings on their hands, both adorned with no jewels or finer details, but alos devoid of even the slightest crack or dent, the matching items simply made as a gift to them both by the local blacksmith out of a small block of platinum that he had been able to get his hands on after years of saving what little spare money he had.

Not 3 hours ago the pair of them had been fleeing into the forest to escape the wrath of the tyrant would-be-king, Prince John, and yet now here they were surrounded by their jubilent friends. Their fortune was threefold: the prince was cruel, calculating and bore as sinister a mind as could be bestowed upon a man, earning him few friends even amongst the nobles of the land, but had no talent whatsoever for conducting troops (unlike his brother, King Richard) and most certainly had no idea as to the layout of Sherwood Forest; the beautiful vixen Maid Marion, for all her delicate charm and feminine grace, was in excellent physical condition thanks to the many past-times that she had taken up in order to make the absence from her lover more bearable, such as badminton and long walks in the gardens of the royal estates; and finally, the handsome fox was none other than the famous Robin Hood himeslf. A master archer by the standards of any army general, a mind as quick to react as lightening, and a body honed from years of fighting off pursuers, defending the innocent people that were being oppressed around him day and day out, and breaking both into and out of buildings crafted by the wealthiest of builders, each of whom had claimed their construct to be impregnable. If there was ever a challenge that could not be overcome, he had not encountered it.

Needless to say, they had escaped the guards following them within minutes.

Now the reunited couple were celebrating along with the rest of the town of Nottingham that had come along to wish them well. There was no fear of anyone ratting out Robin's hiding place, as he constantly moved to make sure he was never pinned down anyway, and with how much help he gave to all the people of Nottingham there wasn't a single person who wanted to sell him out. The severe taxes were cutting so deeply everywhere at the moment that Robin's constant but as-yet undetected thievery of the sheriff's tax collection, along with some careful manipulation of his books, was the only thing keeping many families afloat. The sheriff more than anyone (with the exception of the prince himself) had a personal interest in seeing Robin hang, so he was really putting his life on the line every time he made the decision to rob him in order to feed these families; his private quarters were both well guarded, and hard to access with them being situated very close to those of the prince while he stayed in Nottingham.

His bravery and kind-heartedness wasn't lost on the people he met along the way either.

Perhaps his closest male companion, little john the big brown bear, was currently helping out lady cluck (maid Marion's lady-in-waiting) in getting some of the smaller children who were now getting tired off to bed for the night. That large ursine companion of his had saved his skin many times, just as he had saved the bear's life many times himself. Their daring thefts and ceaselessly ambitious escapades to bring what little hope they could to the poor had already earned them a place in the songs of musicians the entire length and breadth of the country, in fact he'd once bumped into a merchant from a country that he called Russia that had heard of them. While it was true that some people recalled them as 'Robin hood and his band of merry men', the truth was that he actually only kept Little John close to him at all times; he had taught some people who he'd encountered, and that he'd tested to make sure they were genuine, some of the tricks of his trade, but then he had allowed them to go their own way and attempt to make a difference on their own grounds for two main reasons: the truth was that he couldn't risk having anybody near him who he didn't completely trust with the huge price on his head, and with the sheer scale of the prince's hatred, anyone close to him was also likely to be killed out of pure vengeance if they were captured. Little John took every day as it came, although he was much more cautious than Robin, and there were literally hundreds of times during their travels that the only thing that had kept them going was each other; saving each other from the royal guards, breaking close friends of the other out of jail, and more than anything the jolly brown bear was more than willing to help him in his potentially doomed quest for Maid Marion's heart.

Next there was the loveable fat mole monk, Friar Tuck. Here was a man that Robin often found himself sharing the company of, be it from the charming man's own invitation, or a surprise visit. If there was ever a man who could be trusted to remain silent when asked a question where the answer could be harmful to his friends, it would none other than the dear friar. In fact, he was one of the first people in Nottingham to offer him his assistance when he started to become well known for his exploits, and had known about his secret affection for Maid Marion since they were children. The monk had, in those days, been the man-of-the-church in charge of teaching them about the bible and the ways of the Christian faith; much to his credit, he hadn't been too forceful with his lessons, and hadn't pressured the young Robin too much when he showed signs of doubting some of the things he said. In fact the man was so accepting of the Rogue Red Fox that he had offered to marry him to his sweetheart if he one day managed to clear his name. Some day Robin hoped to find a way to repay him for all of his selfless support.

Over under a pear tree, entertaining the old and the young alike was the Rooster minstrel Alan A-Dale, clad in his usual baggy turquoise shirt and dark green trousers that contrasted nicely to his light orange legs. Gifted by the fingers of a master of his craft despite them being surrounded by small yet numerous feathers, he conjured up notes and chords that could soothe, inspire, summon tears or instil desire, and was responsible for many of Robin and Marion's favourite songs. The children listened to him with eyes wide open in wonder as he wove lyrical magic through the air around him, conjuring vivid mental images of Robin's daring raids, and the red fox was delighted to hear that the rooster actually stuck fiercely to the facts in his music, unlike others he'd heard who either seemed to ridicule him or worship him with their wild exaggerations. With a tongue in his beak as clever as his own, Robin viewed this man with a huge amount of respect.

Finally, there was lady Cluck, who right now was carrying a sleeping white rabbit, in fact the same little white rabbit that he had given his bow and arrow to as a birthday present, who he remembered was called 'Skippy', over to his patiently waiting mother so that he could be taken home. This old hen had seen many years pass before her eyes, had raised Marion virtually by herself although money was no concern, and even her thick Scottish accent that was so different from the usual tones of the people around her only brought more comfort to the people that heard it.

She'd not lead a sheltered life in her earlier years, quickly learning how the world worked from humble beginning as she didn't come from an especially rich family. Her mother had saved furiously in order to hire a teacher that taught her how to read and write, a skill that many people didn't have, as education alone was a privilege for the average freeman. Her speedy progress and motherly demeanour towards children had been noticed by a local Lord in Scotland, a strapping stoat by the name of Wallace, who had employed her to raise his two daughters for him. She had stayed in his employ for over a decade, and even shared a brief romance with him, but the hard ways of the world eventually caught up; three months after their romance began, he was taken gravely ill with a disease of the heart, and despite the doctor's best efforts he slipped away from this world soon after. Before he left he made sure to secretly put a substantial amount of money aside for her to use as she wished, also making arrangements to secure her another job, being a close personal friend of the king. King Richard had been instantly impressed with her resolve as a maid, and her straightforward way of speaking, having been sick of servants that seemed to cower at his very presence despite his best intentions. She had been given the task of raising Marion as her own, with the Queen unfortunately having died not long after childbirth and robbing his household of a loving mother for her, and the duties of the king not allowing him enough time to take care of her.

In this time, she had noticed the beginning romance between the young Marion and a smart, handsome fox called Robin, the son of a rich noble. Once Prince John had corrupted the judgement certain powerful members of parliament, the King had left to help in the Crusades and Robin's family had been robbed of their lands, their money, their titles, and their lives. Their only crime was remaining fiercely loyal to King Richard, and refusing to increase the taxes on their workforce.

Robin remembered all too clearly how he had only barely been saved thanks to the secret arrangement made between his parents and some of their sympathisers; he had been taken away in the dead of night before the soldiers arrived, but could still remember seeing the bright red and orange lights in the distance as his childhood home burnt to the ground. Lady Cluck, rather than telling Marion what the Prince wanted her to hear as she had been ordered, had told her the honest truth, about his innocence from the Prince's accusations, and of Robin's escape. In a way, he owed it to her for allowing him and Marion to fall in love again. Occasionally he would look up towards her window when he was in Nottingham, and would silently thank her for all the times that she had accidentally spotted him in town and kept silent, saving his life for another day. Maid Marion also thanked her for her support in regards to her prolonged feelings towards Robin: telling her when he was in town, bringing news of him back to her from her friends, and never once scolding her for secretly keeping some of his reward posters to look at when no one was around.

Right now though, Robin and Marion were bidding everyone goodbye as they slowly left one by one to go to their respective homes. Even Little John was leaving to give the two of them some 'quality time' together, as he so suggestively called it, making Robin gulp at the thought of what might be to come. The weighty yet muscular mass of brown fur accompanied the white rabbit that Robin recognised as Skippy's mother on her way home, carrying a few baby rabbits in his arms. The sharp fox noticed the white female rabbit's grateful glances towards his caring companion, having the slight suspicion that Little John wouldn't be having the most peaceful of nights either. His brown furred companion hadn't noticed this attention yet, but after helping out the poor woman on numerous occasions, Robin knew her to both be one of the most warm-hearted women around despite her predicament of looking after so many children, and also to only be in her early thirties; certainly still young enough to be looking for a husband herself.

Just as Robin was saying his goodbyes to his friend Otto, the dog blacksmith with a broken leg, he noticed his beautiful Marion leaning against a tree looking at the moon rising ever higher into the night sky. Whatever man had designed her clothes must have been a genius, because in the soft moonlight her soft pink headdress started to sparkle like the stars that glittered above them. Robin had heard of master Tailors who could weave the smallest of crystals or gems into Fabrics so that they only sparkled under gentle lighting, but he'd never actually believed it until now. This eye catching display complimented her wonderfully curved form and enchantingly delicate feminine grace that showed in every movement she made, a characteristic born from lessons in etiquette and dancing as was expected of a lady of the court, but also did nothing to detract from the innocence with which she presented herself. It was so strange; the only parts of her body showing were her long, red, and well kept tail, her hands along with a short length of her forearms, and her absolutely stunning face, but yet she did more for him in the soft moonlight than he could put into words. With that wistful expression, that shapely body and her ever-enchanting character, she was nothing short of perfection in the eyes of the outlaw.

Two quiet taps on his shoulder brought him round to the fact that he had been staring for quite a while. He turned his head back to look at the blacksmith apologetically, his ears flattened against his head and a sheepish smile on his muzzle. The blacksmith returned this with a knowing smile of his own, giving Robin a wink and softly speaking the words 'thanks again for everything, have a good night' before starting to make his way home on his crutches. Robin made sure to stand in place and give him a small wave as he left his sight, turning to look at Marion again once he was sure that the grey furred canine was safely on his way.

She seemed to be lost in thought at the moment, not making any move from her current position beneath the beech tree, content to observe the few stray clouds she could see slowly drift in front of the moon. Not wanting to startle her, Robin let his presence be known as he walked up behind her.

"Hello again my Darling" he spoke softly.

"Hello again to you too my dear; quite the eventful day today wasn't it?" the beautiful vixen replied with a flick of her tail.

"Quite eventful might be a mild way of putting it, personally I don't think that things could have become much more drastic if we had attempted to make it so."

Marion giggled lightly at that, a wonderful bubbly sound that never came close to touching an irritating tone, almost melodic as it slipped into Robin's ears.

"I think we can both agree to that. I just hope that I haven't made too many new enemies for you to worry about."

On hearing this, Robin stepped up to embrace Marion in a warm hug from behind, though she hardly needed the extra warmth on the mild summer night, taking great care not to squeeze to tightly lest he make her uncomfortable with his touch or damage her fine clothes. He answered her in a calm voice once he was sure she wasn't put off by him being this close to her when she made no objection to his touch.

"The blame for today's antics lays squarely on me Marion, and my insatiable desire to see you again. I knew the instant that I heard about this tournament that it was a trap, even an infant could see that; he might as well have written 'trap for Robin Hood' on a brightly coloured banner when he mentioned the prize for winning. Oh, that reminds me!"

Robin leant forwards so that he and Marion's eyes could meet over her shoulder, a cheeky grin dancing on his muzzle while she returned his look with an expression of mild amusement.

"Seeing as I won, you've yet to give me that kiss you promised" he said with a wink.

Rolling her eyes despite having to really concentrate not to burst out laughing, she turned round in his arms and softly pressed her lips to his in a very long overdue kiss, which he returned instantly, as she put her arms around his neck to prevent him from pulling away before she was done. For a short while it was tender between the two, with the only thing moving between them being their lips as they took their time reaffirming the bond between them after being apart for quite literally years. However, the perfect setting of the moonlit clearing that was now empty apart from them, combined with the rush of hormones that were now released inside their bodies at the scent of each other so close, soon took effect on the pair.

Marion felt Robin's hands on her back start to slowly glide down her figure inch by inch, feeling his furred digits gently stroke every patch of her body within his reach through her smooth dress as they passed over it on their slow journey southwards. Her cheeks flushed a rose pink colour as she realised exactly where his hands were headed, and what he most likely wanted from her after their years of forced separation. She knew him to care for her far more than to force her to do anything against her will, but this new attention was something that she'd privately fantasised about on countless nights alone, and still she found that now she received it she wasn't sure how to respond.

There were really only two options available to her: she could stop him now before things went any further and tell him to wait until they were man and wife to touch her in such a way, which might be incredibly frustrating for him in her presence and might even cause him to get the idea that she didn't fully trust him around her; alternatively she could welcome his behaviour and see where his desires took her, but she loved Robin so dearly and so completely that she knew she would not be able to deny him what he wanted of her if he asked for her body, and doing such a thing together before being married could potentially disgrace her as a lady of the court. She didn't even want to imagine the consequences of unintentionally carrying his child out of wedlock.

Then she remembered what her adoptive father and Uncle, King Richard, had told her one day.

"Love, Marion, is a feeling of absolute longing to be with another person, to care for them, to please them, to be cared for by them and to be pleased by them no matter how hard you try to ignore it. It can be either logical, or illogical, but yet there is always reason behind it; and above all else, love is when you truly desire to spend your life with that person because of who they are and not what they have, be it titles, money or lands. Attraction to these things is simply a lust. If someday you ever fall truly in love, and the feelings I have just described are how you feel about him, then you have my word as your Guardian and as your King that I will welcome them with open arms, and protect them from my foes and my friends alike, should they not take kindly to him."

Her Uncle would understand it. Her future husband needed it. She wanted it.

Pressing her lips harder against his, she allowed her tongue to extend from her mouth and probe at his lips inquisitively in the hope that he would accept it, and much to her delight only a few moments later, Robin opened his lips to allow her tongue passage while sliding his own tongue past her to probe inside her own mouth affectionately. She made no attempt to pull back from their full mouthed kiss as his hands continued downwards over her dress, not even when she felt his hands finally come to rest on her succulently curved rear end, each of his hands gently cupping a butt cheek between their fingers but making no move to go further than she would allow.

Robin for his part was positively over the moon with delight. He'd expected Marion to slap his hands away playfully and tell him to be patient, but this turnout was by no means a disappointment. Her scent was so familiar to him, practically identical to the way she smelt years ago, but now there was the added spice of an excited female in the mix, letting him know that his bold move was appreciated. Just the knowledge that he was pleasing the woman he loved was enough to bring the sensations shooting through his body to a new height; emotions like sadness at not pleasing her like this before, anger at being kept from her, excitement now that he held her, and nervousness at how far he could go circled and collided within his head, settling into an acceptance that right now all that mattered was her.

He had no intention of pushing Marion into anything, but that wasn't going to stop his mind from wandering wherever the damn thing wanted to go. Hundreds of his private 'personal' fantasies of Marion flashed before his eyes as he held her, mental images of her in countless compromising positions and allowing him to do things to her that would make the sternest of mid-wives blush, but no matter how dirty his imagination dared his thoughts to become, she was still the same Marion he knew from their childhood through and through. She was never just somebody for his pleasure, never just the king's unofficial daughter, never just a beautiful vixen for his nightly use or just his future wife. She was, to him, absolute perfection in a female body, and the only woman in his eyes. To hurt her would be like defacing a painter's masterpiece: irreparable and simply robbing the world of something that could only be described as one-of-a-kind.

Their silent kiss continued for a good few minutes, Robin still tenderly massaging her rump while Marion allowed her hands to roam over his shirt, feeling the strong hardened muscles twitch under her subtle touch as she tried her utmost to memorise exactly how he felt beneath her fingers. To them, the rest of the world around them just stopped while they held each other under the moonlight, for once ignoring what some people might consider 'proper conduct' and just going acting on what their instincts told them.

Eventually though, their long awaited kiss came to an end when Marion leaned back in Robins arms and slowly opened her eyes, a small tendril of saliva connecting their tongues for a brief moment before breaking, both vulpines now breathing much more heavily after letting some of their pent up emotions out of their systems. The first move was made by Robin, who released her from his grip, and gently led her by one hand over to his tent, which lay further back and out of the gentle moonlight that pierced through the branches. Marion's rose-tinted cheeks flushed ever more strongly with each step she took in his wake, making no attempt to resist him despite her nervousness, completely at the mercy of her soon-to-be lover, whether he realised it or not, even as she understood what lay in store for her at her destination.

Upon entering the tent, she found it to be surprisingly spacious and well kept, no crumbs of food littering the bedding, no dirty clothes thrown to a far corner, and not a single empty bottle of wine or any other sort of unhygienic 'decoration' that she had expected to find (he was technically still a single man after all). Obviously he had been very well raised by his parents.

There was a distinctly male musky smell present, but that was certainly to be expected, and it was by no means unpleasant or over powering, just sort of there. She also was quite surprised to find two bed-mats there, but much to her relief, neither of them smelt distinctly like a female had used them in quite some time. Perhaps he'd secretly hoped she would seek him out and found second bedding for her so that she wouldn't be uncomfortable sleeping next to him? That thought sent a warm glow to her heart as she finally disappeared completely inside Robin Hood's tent, her future husband watching her wonderful tail slide in behind her.

The beautiful vixen started to undress just as she heard Robin step into the tent behind her and close the entrance with the rope bindings to the tent, starting with her long dress by pulling it up over her head. Robin too started to undress, first removing his hat and shirt, folding the latter carefully and placing it to the side of the two bed-mats before removing his makeshift shoes and setting them to the side as well. He wore no undergarments, having outgrown all the ones he wore as a child and not being able to afford any of his own, so his rather hefty white-furred sheath and testes now hung down freely between his legs, making him feel distinctly nervous as to how Marion would react to his body. However, as he turned around, his jaw hung open as the simply stunning vision of beauty presented before him in his own tent.

Marion had also relieved herself of her clothes, but unlike Robin she still wore the undergarments that she'd been wearing for years, as she'd had excess to enough money to continually buy the correct size for her figure. Her headdress had been removed and set on top of her neatly folded dress and leggings, right next to her delicately shaped shoes, leaving her cute pointed, triangular orange ears perked up on either side of her head, standing gracefully up from the soft orange fur the grace her entire body save for a long white patch that started at her pretty black nose, and extended down covering the entire bottom half of her face, the entire front of her chest and abdomen before angling in towards her femininity. Her undergarments consisted of a pair of subtly patterned white panties that seemed to be made of a very comfortably soft material in comparison to her already soft dress, and an identically designed bra that supported a reasonably small but firm bust, the subtle lightly coloured clothing suiting the innocent female that wore them perfectly.

Even though he was brought up as a gentleman, and hadn't the slightest intention of upsetting her, it would have taken nothing short of divine intervention to stop his eyes drinking in that angelic figure of hers right then. Her legs were long and slender, yet slightly toned due to the recreational sports she played, supporting the most attractive rear end he'd had the pleasure of seeing, with taught butt cheeks that bore the same white fur as her chest; a slim waist with a taught white-furred stomach lead up to a pair of small but firm breasts, her delicate nipples poking out against the fabric of the bra that held them in place. Going further up, his eyes glanced over her narrow shoulders and slim arms, both granting a beautifully feminine quality to her upper body, the only thing that could compare to this wondrous body before him was her face. Enchantingly curved, with slightly lighter fur around her eyes, just like the markings on his own face, and with eyes that could stop an army dead in its tracks. He could stare into those eyes for eternity.

In fact he would have done if he hadn't noticed that she was looking at him with a rather surprised look on her face. He knew himself to be rather muscular from his exploits, but he knew that it wasn't clearly visible beneath his fur, not even on his legs, so he wasn't quite sure what was earning such a look from the beautiful vixen. A moment later he felt a slight chill in his nether regions, making him gulp nervously due to the fact that while his length was inside its furry sheath he very rarely felt cold down there, which could only mean one thing. He followed Marion's gaze with his own eyes and sure enough, standing up proudly between his legs was his thick 10 inch member, already pulsing in excitement with a trail of pre-cum dribbling down from the tip.

Folding his ears back ashamedly, his apologized to Marion, "I sorry Marion. I don't mean to be so out of my place."

"It's okay Robin" Marion replied softly, now looking him in the eye, albeit, still slightly embarrassed by the situation. "I'm not offended by it, if anything I take it as a compliment if it's because of me. It's just......bigger than I was expecting it to be."

"Uhhh....how do you know?" Robin asked, flattered that he had 'the right equipment' for her, but curious as to where she had gotten expectations about a male's member from. After all, she was almost certainly still a virgin do to her upbringing, not that he would have minded much otherwise now that they were together again, so where could she have found out about this sort of thing from?

"Well", the Vixen began, "After you left for your own safety, I started having......dreams about you.....uhh...rather.....erotic....dreams. I asked lady Cluck about it, and she told me about what men and women do together as lovers, and exactly how that results in the woman bearing the man's child. I knew from talking with some of the maids that sex was very pleasurable...... but......I wanted to be sure that I could please you in bed.........so......I.........I.......asked Lady Cluck to obtain some.......'instructive reading material'..."

Robin's cheeks blushed bright red as he listened to Marion's explanation, already having a good mental image of his beloved vixen reading some rather stimulating stories about intercourse in her private bedchambers. Even more embarrassing was the fact that he knew such works existed that featured him as a character. His already hard member unintentional throbbed as he briefly imagined her pleasuring herself to a dirty story written about him. For now though, he kept quiet. He could see that this was quite embarrassing for Marion to admit to him, and interrupting her now would probably rob her of the confidence to continue.

"The first book she brought me was on anatomy, with life-sized images of a male's sex organs. I wanted to be as prepared for you as I could possibly be, so after that, I asked her to find books on how to please a male; there were a few that went into a lot of detail on what to do while we........make love........but there were also some that showed all of these different positions, and possible ways to do it. The thing is though, that none of the books told me what to do if you were bigger than the pictures I've seen."

Marion's head slunk down to rest against her chest, seemingly content to have gotten what she needed off of her conscience. Robin's expression turned to one of pure adoration, his shoulders relaxing and his entire body language signalling relief at her answer. He understood now: she wasn't scared of him or offended, but in her innocence, she simply thought that because he was a different size than the men that had modelled for the books she'd read that they no longer applied. She was frightened that she wouldn't be good enough for him.

He shuffled forwards on his hands and knees until he was close enough to take his love into his arms, embracing her yet again in a warm hug, and despite the obvious presence of his hard member up against her stomach, he made sure that Marion got no ideas about him making a move just yet, keeping his arms wrapped around her mid-section and not allowing them to drop an inch lower. The nervous vixen returned the affectionate gesture gratefully, closing her eyes and resting her head in the soft fur of his chest as they just stayed there for the moment, neither moving forwards nor backwards, but just content to support each other in this small period of time that they had to themselves.

Robin moved one of his hands up from her waist and started to gently stroke the soft fur on her head while he comforted her, his other arm still cradling her form to his.

"It's okay Marion. I never once expected it of you to have to learn how to please me my darling. What we do together as husband and wife will be consensual to both of us, and I promise that if you are ever in discomfort or feel that you need to stop, then I will stop the next instant. And if you simply don't want to start, then I will not pressure you for it."

Marion looked up into Robin's eyes hopefully, like she had just had some dire punishment lifted from her. Yet again Robin felt that intoxicating desire to simply hold her like he was doing for the rest of his life; that look that she reserved solely for him was absolute heaven whenever he saw it, because he knew that he was likely to be the only man in the world who would ever see it. He smiled warmly at her as he waited patiently for her reply, still gently stroking her fur all the while.

"You mean you would........stop mating me.......even if you were really close to......uhh.......finishing...... if I asked you to?" the vixen in his arms tentatively asked.

"Of course Marion. I know that sometimes it will be really hard for me to stop, but I know that you care for me in the same way I care about you. I know that so long as I have you there, I won't go wanting for any more than I already have my beautiful vixen. If you ever have any problems, then feel free to ask me at any time, and I will do my best to solve them"

Marion stayed in her comfortable position within his gentle grip while she mulled over his words silently. She truly believed that he would hold himself back for her sake, after all hadn't he just risked his life on the chance of a kiss from her? However, there were a few things that she wanted to know about Robin before she took this next step with him.

"Robin" she almost whispered, "Please could you answer two questions for me?"

The handsome fox supporting her nodded slowly, closing his eyes and replying in a calm and level voice.

"I will answer you truthfully Marion, but I can't promise that you will get an answer that pleases you"

The vixen allowed herself a small smile at that, admiring that he was enough of a man to promise her that would answer her regardless of the outcome. She took in a small breath before carrying on her request.

"Thank you Robin, I appreciate your honesty. My first question is: did you ever find someone that you loved as you love me now? And my second question is: why do you steal from the rich to give to the poor?"

She was surprised to hear Robin sigh heavily as she asked this, the hand that was a moment ago stroking her fur stopping dead in its movements. Looking up at his face, she noticed immediately that he seemed to be struggling with something; his ears were back, his eyes were tightly shut, and his warm smile had given way to a sad frown, not one of anger but of deep regret. For a while there was silence in the small tent save for their quiet breathing, Marion watching him intently as he seemed to make his mind up about something, his eyes finally opening and looking back down at her mournfully as he spoke in a tired voice.

"I'm afraid to say that both of those questions only require one answer Marion. Yes, there was a woman that I loved as much as I love you now, and as for why I steal, it's a lesson that she taught me that I shall never forget. Let me tell you about the time we spent together though, before you make judgement upon either me or her. Once you have listened to what I have to say, then you may say what you want about her and do what you want in regards to me, but I want you to know her as I knew her before you do either."

With that, Marion fell silent, any argument that she had ready dying on her lips as she dutifully listened to him relate his story. Many thoughts rebelled against her politeness: anger, betrayal, grief, curiosity, fear of losing him should another woman come across like this one he was about to tell her about, but she mentally crushed them by relating one hard truth, that she loved him with every last scrap of her soul, and knew for a fact that he loved her back tenfold. If he was only out for sex then he could easily have had his way with her by now with a few flicks of his wrist, and she wouldn't have stopped him, and she also knew this opportunity wasn't lost on the sharp-minded fox in front of her. So for now she listened, wanting to hear just how her lover had been convinced to open his heart before tonight.

Taking a deep breath, Robin began his story.

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-10 years earlier-

Hurried wet footsteps echoed in the dusk above the roaring sound of the heavy rain, one set of footsteps sounding light and nimble on the drenched stone path, the other set sounding distinctly heavier and irregular while hitting every puddle before them. Thunder bellowed in the distance as lighting scared the sky, water coating the cracks between every cobble on the road, every rafter of every building, and pounding down against every window, painting the entire scene a depressing dark cyan in its wake.

As the sounds neared the next corner, the more nimble of two figures was momentarily illuminated by the light billowing out from a nearby pub window; a young male fox that was most certainly still in his teenage years clad in a dark green shirt and shoes that both looked to be just a size too big for him, completely drenched with a small leather bag about half the size of his head trailing behind him from a clip on his worn belt as he fled his pursuer. He seemed to be faring with the pace of his running very well, not even panting yet, but the way his eyes frantically swivelled back and forth betrayed the fact that his surroundings were completely unfamiliar. He didn't know where he was running to, only what he was running from.

Seconds after he rounded the corner, a much larger shape came into view for the overflowing light; a tall weighty Rhino wielding a short-sword staggered to a halt at the small junction on the path, not able to change direction anywhere near as quickly as the lithe fox due to his sheer weight. Luckily for the fox, it was also hard for the Rhino to get back up to speed again, with virtually all traction removed from beneath his feet due to having no claws or paw-pads for added grip like the vulpine had. The blue and light purple uniform that marked him as an officer of the king now clinging to his thick, rough grey skin tightly as the rain soaked all the way through it; he had originally been shouting 'Thief!' at the top of his lungs as he chased him, but with there being no other guards on duty nearby, and not exactly being in peak condition, the bulky horned officer had quickly given up on it in favour of catching enough breath to stay on his feet.

However, even as he started running again, the fox he was chasing was already halfway to the next street. With the rain coming down as hard as it was, the fox's figure was already just a blur to the Rhino, but that was of little comfort to the young vulpine at the moment. The rainwater made his clothes heavier by the second, and with no idea how this town was laid out, he had no clue whether he was running in circles or not, and the poor visibility due to the weather wasn't helping him find any easy avenues of escape.

The fox made it round the next corner only for his heart to skip a beat as he was confronted with a 20 foot high stone wall looming over him. The vulpine's momentum had already carried him a fair way down the street, and even with his claws there was no way he could run back across to the other street before he was caught. For a few moments he stood there stock still, feeling water drip down underneath his clothes as his listened to the sounds of the Rhino behind him getting nearer. They sounded very close, fifty feet away at the most. His ears folded back as he braced himself for the loud shout and likely severe beating that he would most likely get from the officer before he was even punished officially. It felt such a shame to the young vulpine that he would most likely die here, in a town he didn't even know the name of, with no-one next to him for comfort.

To his amazement, the shout from the Rhino never came.

Just as he heard the Guard reach the corner, a strong black-furred hand shot out of the window just to his left, which he hadn't noticed had been open thanks again to the heavy rain, and hauled him off his feet and inside the house in one overwhelmingly fierce tug.

There were no lights lit in the room, so even if he had been able to look up at who ever pulled him inside, he likely wouldn't have been able to make out much. The young fox felt another strong hand clamp tightly over his muzzle and hold it shut, the hand that had just pulled him in through the window pulling him tightly back from around his waist against whoever was behind him.

Through his wet clothes, he could feel two very large soft bulges at about his shoulder height that proved beyond all doubt that his possible saviour was a female, and going by the size of her bosom, she was most likely quite a big female. A spike of fear shot through him as he realized that he might be in an even worse position than he had been outside; a large powerful female dragging a young male off the streets certainly wasn't the sort of thing that you'd call unsuspicious not matter your occupation. Right after comprehending this, he felt the woman behind him shift her weight slightly, and saw her bring her muzzle down into his line of sight, its length along with the black and white stripes that adorned it revealing that she was in fact a badger.

"Don't worry little one" she spoke in a deep and quiet whisper, "I will not harm a hair on your body, but you must keep quiet for now if you wish to stay hidden from that Guard."

As if to prove her point, he heard the heavy splashes caused by the Rhino officer chasing him come very close to the window. The female holding him pressed herself and him back into the recesses of the room, where not a single speck of light from the window could touch them, her feet not making even the slightest scraping sound as they moved over the carpet that decorated the floor. The young fox held his breath as he saw the shadowed outline of his would-be captor pass by the window. Seconds later he heard the Rhino skid to a halt, most likely from having just seen the dead end to the street. It wouldn't take him long to work out that he couldn't have climbed over the wall in his wet clothes though, and the fox doubted that there were that many alternative places for him to hide; he was still living on borrowed time.

The furred hand clamped over his mouth released its grip, and softly tilted his muzzle up to look the female badger in her bright green eyes as she spoke to him softly.

"Stay here, I am going to get our unwelcome guest to leave but he mustn't see you or even suspect that you are in here. If he does, then we will have no choice but to silence him for good, and flee this town by morning."

The frightened fox noticed many things about her in that short moment; she had a deep rustic and motherly voice, her calm green eyes bore barely noticeable wrinkles in the skin around her eyelids, which along with what he could see of her large frame betrayed the fact that she was almost certainly in her forties, and more striking than the fact that her face was really quite attractive to him for a woman of her species. In addition to this, his mind screamed at him that he'd seen her somewhere before, and it was someone he had very good reason to remember. He couldn't place it, or even describe why it felt familiar, but he was in no two minds that he'd met her before as he looked at her for that brief moment before she released him and walked to the window.

As she moved further into the dim blue evening light coming in through the window, her entire figure was revealed to the young fox. Truth be told, he was still trying to place her as either a friend or a foe, but on seeing her full figure, something in the young male told him that she had meant it when she claimed that she would do him no harm.

She appeared to be at least 6 feet tall and had long, silky pitch-black hair reaching halfway down her back which shimmered in the faint light, being held out of her eyes for the moment by a simple green headdress which was little more than a cloth tied around her head from under her neck. She wore a simple one piece green dress which was quite obviously made for function rather than appearance, as both of her thick arms were left completely bare past the shoulders, revealing that her thickly muscled arms were actually only black furred up to just before her elbows, the fur being white from there upwards. Her broad shoulders coupled with her powerful arms gave the air of a woman that you most certainly didn't want to mess with, and although most of her legs were hidden beneath her dress, from the glimpses he caught of her calves and broad feet he was sure that she was just as well-built down there. Despite this though, she still kept the guise of being a female through and through. Her huge bosom easily dwarfed that of any female he'd seen before, and her big round bottom was quite obviously very firm from the way it hardly wobbled at all beneath her clothing as she moved, a fact which caused the young male to blush furiously as he realised that he'd been staring at it.

When she reached the window she bent forwards slightly and looked outside, squinting to catch sight of anything in the heavy rain. She saw the Rhino guard already checking the opposite side of the street for possible escape routes in spite of the downpour. Her eyes narrowed upon recognising precisely which guard had been chasing the red fox, having had previous experience with this particular Rhino, and none of it pleasant. Not even bothering with being polite she bellowed out at him over the rain in a very irritated voice.

"Hey Brontus, what's with all the noise you clumsy oaf?! Some of us are trying to sleep you incompetent fool!"

Back inside the house, the young fox retreated even further into the shadows at the impressive volume of her voice, also knowing that the Rhino guard would most likely come over to argue.

"It's my civic duty to catch criminals, and what I'm doing is trying to catch them while some old badger tries to annoy me." came the gruff reply, though the fox couldn't see the guard at the window, so presumably he was still searching for him at the moment.

This answer didn't please the badger woman in the least, as was demonstrated by the way she bared her teeth and growled out back at him. "You watch your mouth you arrogant boy, or I'll come out there and knock you flat just like I did when you tried your luck with me at Suzie's wedding!" she shouted, waving a fist threateningly in his direction.

The fox heard a loud wooden clang that could easily have been the sound of a bucket being dropped, followed by frantic footsteps headed in the direction of the window the badger was leaning on. Even though he knew he was well hidden in his current position by both the shadows splayed around the room and this woman's large body, the fox still held his breath as he heard the Rhino try to convince her to keep quiet and saw him come lumbering into his field of vision out of the rain.

"SSHHHHHHHHHH!!!! Keep it down! There may be some people round here still awake!" The Rhino ushered her, his voice now taking on a much more submissive tone while his arms flailed desperately in an attempt to hush her. It cut no ice with the determined woman opposing him, her glare only getting fiercer as the rude guard approached.

"Either you leave right now, you insolent boy, or I assure you that I'll make sure that every woman in this town finds out that you tried to force me into your bed by sunrise tomorrow, now be gone from my sight." she growled between her clenched teeth.

From behind her, the shivering fox saw the Rhino outside stop dead in his tracks before slowly turning and walking away without further attempt to argue with her. He observed how the badger's face remained locked on where he guessed his pursuer to be until she could no longer see him. It scared him just how much force this woman could put behind her voice and expression alone.

After she was sure that he was no longer a problem, the buxom badger woman leant back inside before closing and locking the shutters on the window, drowning the room in darkness for a few seconds before she lit the oil lamp that hung from the ceiling, bathing the room in a warm yellow glow that didn't quite reach the far-most corners. The noise of the rain seemed distant now that he was inside a building again, and for the first time the little fox realised just how wet he had gotten in the rain, with even his whiskers drooping in disapproval at the state they had got into. With every breath he took in, he felt his clothes pull at his fur and drag his limbs towards the ground like iron weights; the only thing stopping him from shivering even more violently than he was now being the adrenaline still coursing through his body.

The badger woman seemed to notice his discomfort as she turned to face him after disposing of the long match she'd used to light the lamp in a wooden barrel full of water; the sodden red fox was still very wary of her as she approached though, after all she was still a stranger to him, so before anything else happened she had to at least relax him. To this end, she knelt down to his height as he sat there on the floor, in the middle of a slowly expanding puddle of rainwater, and spoke to him in a soothing voice.

"It's okay honey. I promise I'm not going to hurt you or turn you in to him."

Wiping some excess water off his face with his equally damp hand, the smaller red fox looked hopefully at her, seeing no malice or hidden intentions in her expression, but that nagging feeling a familiarity was just as strong as before.

"Pardon me ma'am, but have we met before?" he asked politely.

The large badger reached over to grab a dry cloth large enough to act as a bathrobe that she'd hung on the wall, taking it and setting about drying him off vigorously starting with his head as she answered him while she attempted to get the water out of his ears.

"Yes we have little one, or should I say yes we have Robin. We met a long time ago back before King Richard left for the crusades, and before we had to live with the tyrant who now rules these lands in his absence." The badger said regretfully, but still kept a small smile on her face, making sure to dry off the fox's head as best she could, rotating the large piece of fabric she used so that she was always using a dry spot.

After finishing her work she took a second look at him and realised that she had made hardly any difference, his wet clothes were just letting the water soak back into his fur no matter how well she dried it; even though he wore now hat, the water actually travelled slowly up his neck from his shirt. It was only a matter of time before he caught a cold if he stayed in them, so she got back to her feet and motioned for him to follow her as she made her way to a set of stairs at the back of the room, the little fox following closely behind her.

"You knew my parents?" Robin asked, all the while trying not to get water on the furniture she had in her front room, which was no easy task with his clothes being slightly to large for him even when dry. Far from her house being run down as people might have expected for a single woman living alone, she had many exotic furnishings including chairs, small tables covered in what looked like manuscripts and a large dining table that seemed to be made from mahogany with decorative patterns carved into them. He also saw a large box that seemed to be full of equipment for carpentry; chisels, saws, sharp knives, hammers and nails along with various pots that he presumed contained paints, and various clear jars filled with inks. Maybe it was simply her trade?

The badger took a glance back over her shoulder as they ascended the stairs, noticing his looking around the room and taking in every clue he could as to who she was; it earned a smile from her, happy to know that he was already capable of thinking on his feet as she had taught him to, before quickly turning her head back to look up the stairs so that he didn't catch her looking at him.

"Yes Robin, my name is Bella Santine. I worked for your family by helping to plough the fields they owned and help grow, reap and re-plant the crops each year, and help to store them and ration our supplies during the winter months if there was a poor harvest in the lands that year. When your mother became pregnant with you, your father asked me to take care of her during her labour while he saw to his business to make sure that your family would have more than enough money to secure your future. While I was taking care of your mother, I was granted enough free time to practice various hobbies while the other farm workers happily worked in my stead. Your father was always very good at inspiring trust in others. As I was nearly always inside keeping an eye on her I attempted sowing and various other pastimes like board-games and cards, but the two hobbies that I liked most of all were writing and carpentry; you might have guessed from my furniture that I kept up those hobbies, and after all I had to keep a record of exactly how your mother was doing during labour for the visiting doctor, so it wasn't like I could avoid writing anyway".

Robin silently nodded behind her as he listened intently, happy to have someone else to talk to about his family after being on the run for the last few years, and someone who actually knew what it had been like during the very early stages of his life. He now started remembering little pieces of childhood, which seemed so distant from the life of an outlaw that he lived now. He remembered running around on a wide open lawn to a large estate with this same Badger woman in front of him running around after him, laughing at how much energy he had despite not having eaten in hours; another time came to his mind when he'd had a nightmare and run to his parent's room, they had comforted him and made sure that he was no longer afraid before sending him back to his room, and even though she didn't have to, Bella had slept sitting up in a chair in his room to make sure he felt safe throughout the night.

The worry and initial shock that he had felt when he was dragged into the house was now all but gone, the presence of someone he could actually trust being a feeling that he hadn't had in at least two years; he decided that he could at least relax for now, and turned his attention back to climbing the stairs carefully. After all, he had focus on not tripping up over his wet clothes as he climbed the stairs, and the last thing he wanted to do was go spinning head over heels back down into her living room to accidentally smash some of her hand carved stuff when she'd just saved his life.

Soon enough they reached the top of the stairs, the room opening up into a well-stocked study and makeshift bedroom, as was indicated by what appeared to be a queen size bed pushed up against the far wall. This room was also almost completely dark until Bella managed to light the lamp in this room as well. The new light revealed the bed was actually very comfortable-looking, with soft red silk bed-sheets and the same elegant designs that were on the wooden tables downstairs spiralling around the wooden framework. A closed window stood shuttered against the rain next to a towering full bookcase and above a desk that bore countless sheets of cream coloured paper, and most curiously a pot full of bright red feathers next to a closed jar of black ink.

"What's the reason for all the red feathers?" Robin asked out of curiosity, having only seen white feathers being used for writing up until now.

Bella looked back at Robin, following his gaze to her writing desk before chuckling kind-heartedly at his question.

"It's a little tribute to my father" she explained with a sheepish shrug, "He always loved stories about a creature called a Phoenix, a legendary bird that quite literally had wings of fire as it flew through the sky. As was his fascination, he always wore at least one piece of clothing that was red at all times in the vain hope that he would find someone of equal obsession with the subject. I managed to find a man who would sell me red feathers to write with in order to remind me of him, after all Phoenix feathers are said to be a sign of rebirth and new life, so I thought it was quite fitting after our lives changed when that overzealous Prince John came to power."

Robin nodded in approval, almost instantly regretting it as he felt yet more water soak into his fur. Picking up on his discomfort immediately, she turned and walked to a door directly opposite her desk that had the word 'Bathroom' engraved on it, just as ornately as everything else made of wood seemed to be. Opening it in front of her, she beckoned him over with a curl of her index finger.

"Come on Robin, you'll need a warm bath if you don't want to catch a cold. You came by just at the right time as well, I was about to take a bath myself before I heard somebody shouting outside."

Very grateful for her hospitality, Robin walked awkwardly across the wooden floor to the bathroom trying to keep his soaked pants from touching his legs too much. He paused halfway there, remembering his manners all of a sudden, and bowed to Bella as he had been taught to bow to anyone who willingly lent him a favour.

"Thank you very much Bella, and I'm very sorry that I didn't recognise you at first." he apologised sincerely.

"It's alright Robin. You've had a far harder life than any man of your age should ever have to live through. As long as you need me, I will do my best to help you." the large badger replied.

Still bowed, Robin continued his train of thought, determined to put across how thankful he was for her helping him despite the fact that he had quite obviously been running from an officer of the crown.

"Thank you very much Bella, I promise I will do my best to find a way to repay you for the care you've shown me" he said, raising his head to meet her gaze as he spoke.

In response Bella smiled and bowed herself, pleased that he'd remembered how to treat people from his lessons in self conduct. She silently hoped that he couldn't see the small blush that she was sporting on her cheeks, not having been talked to with such good courtesy by anyone other than her former husband. The people around this area of England were fairly nice, but were far from the most eloquent of people. It wasn't that she disliked the attention from him, in fact the complete opposite was true, but she really didn't want to overstep her social boundaries with him. After all, while he looked like he was about 19 in his figure from the constant exercise he'd been getting running for his life, she knew him to only be 17 years old, and that's if you were rounding up to his nearest Birthday. Doing anything promiscuous with him, or even suggesting it and allowing someone to hear it could mean dire consequences for the both of them.

What wasn't helping her resolve was the fact that in the few years they'd been apart, the young fox had truly become a man to be desired amongst women, with toned arms and legs, a very handsome face with cute pointed ears and a taught chest that was clearly visible as his shirt now clung to him like a second skin. A vivid memory popped into her head of helping him to meet up with Marion in the early days of their secret relationship, back during the time when the true king still ruled the land, when they weren't sure what King Richard would think of the their union; she knew that she had Robin's trust if nothing else, but if she was honest with herself, even back in those days she'd seen the little fox in perhaps more of an adult way than she should have. He was a gentleman right from the start, and there was nothing that got to her more than being treated like a lady.

Robin knew a fact about her in return of course, with the two having shared many a secret that they didn't want anyone else to know while they lived together on the estate his parents owned; but far from being a single woman all of her life, Bella was an already divorced woman. She had caught her former husband cheating on her with a very young and shapely brown furred bunny, walking in on him taking her in their own bed and leaving no room for misinterpretation of what was going on. Needless to say, she had turned him out that same evening, and he hadn't been seen around or heard from since. Even though Bella was happy to be rid of him in all honesty, with him having developed something of a drinking problem shortly after their marriage, she was still a woman that needed a man, and with Robin quickly developing into a young male and often having to ask her about what these new feelings were, it was hard to avoid having lewd thoughts about him having 'first hand learning experience' in a woman's feelings.

Quickly brushing these thoughts aside, she ushered him into the bathroom with a gentle but firm push to the middle of his back, seeing to the job at hand before anything else. The small fox giggled at her move, realising that her attitude of getting right to the point hadn't changed a bit in the time he hadn't seen her; due to how wet his makeshift green shoes were, he actually skidded a short distance across the smooth polished wooden floor of the bathroom, having been treated to resist all types of fluids long ago when the house was built.

As Bella stepped in behind him and closed the door, Robin took in the new room; simple layout with similar designs on the unpainted wooden walls and such, but the majority of the room was taken up by a large rectangular brick layout that housed a large porcelain bathtub (a very expensive commodity that he knew only a select few individuals had in this country). It was easily enough to accommodate a small family with room to spare, and right now was about half full of steaming hot water which looked to have been pumped into it from a curious looking contraption built into the wall next to it. Looking at the spaghetti-like arrangement of brass pipes and valves, Robin managed to work out that water was stored in the large tank at the bottom where it was heated by a small furnace, and then pumped up into the bath by a handle that looked like it had to be raised and lowered continuously to draw the water up. Excess water seemed to be piped off out of the machine and out through the outlet pipes on the side, most likely to be stored elsewhere in the house. Clever.

Bella walked over to the bath and dipped a finger into the water to check the temperature, pulling her finger back out and shaking it quickly two seconds after doing so.

"Ouch!" she exclaimed, catching the red fox's attention, "Looks like the water's still a little too hot at the moment, but it should cool down in a minute or two. In the meantime, you should be getting out of those wet clothes Robin, unless you want them to start growing mould" the badger suggested, sucking her finger to help soothe it as she finished.

Behind her and out of her immediate sight, Robin blushed heavily beneath his fur. He'd been naked in front of her many times before, but that was years ago, before he gave it a second thought, having been brought up by her he never had a reason to find it peculiar. Now however, he was a teenager in the prime of his life, with years of previously restrained hormones pounding through his veins, tinting this previously innocent situation into a blizzard of steamy possibilities inside his head. With the previous few women that he'd spent quality time with, he'd always had to make the huge effort to stay awake and ensure they fell asleep first for fear of waking up to find himself captured by morning. Bella was anything but a liar, this he knew for a fact, so when she had promised she wouldn't harm him he believed her wholeheartedly; the feeling of safety after so long had unintentionally caused him to drop his mental guard for a moment, letting the possibilities of what might become of tonight dance before his eyes.

The erotic dreams that he'd been having about Marion for the last few months weren't helping either, as with extra guards being posted on patrols throughout the entire country, he hadn't had a chance to 'take care' of those built up urges in over a month, leaving him feeling very frustrated with a well proportioned older female friend asking him to strip down in their bathroom while they were alone together on private property. Also, even though he was sure that Bella hadn't noticed, he had in fact seen her blush earlier out of the corner of his eye. Maybe she had been thinking along the same lines as he was? He instantly regretted thinking that as he felt his member shift inside his sheath.

"Wouldn't that be rather......inappropriate?" Robin asked nervously, hoping to move the subject along and hopefully get her to leave before he got too aroused.

The large badger woman turned her head to look at him over her shoulder upon hearing this, noticing his sheepish expression. It only took her a moment to understand exactly how her words must have sounded to him. Strangely though, instead of the though disgusting her, as it used to do when she uttered a slip of the tongue around her ex-husband, the thought of what unashamedly lustful images she could have placed in his mind excited her in the worst way.

She paused for a few seconds while she thought about it, weighing up the consequences of her actions and the benefits. She already had things prepared for the future for Robin (having done so years ago) and a backup plan for herself if she was ever wanted by the law. She was a country woman after all, used to working during all the hours of daylight she had and only resting at lunch and sunset, so she'd be more than capable of surviving away from towns if need be. Also, she needed to teach Robin how to do the same, otherwise he might not last to much longer in urban areas, as tonight's last minute rescue had proved.

At this thought she made the decision that she was going to give him a reason to stay, rather than just being his teacher for the second time round. If she was going to seduce Robin, then she was going to do it properly!

"Oh, are you feeling embarrassed to be naked around me?" she teased in a playful voice, letting a small smirk grow on her face as she watched the drenched fox's ears prick up in surprise, the little red furred male trying desperately to verbally back-pedal in case he'd upset her by suggesting such a thing. She let him carry on trying to correct himself for a few seconds before turning her whole body around to face him head on, stopping his fast paced speech dead in its tracks at the sight of the strong female that was easily a head and a half taller than himself standing with her hands on her hips, looking him dead in the eye in a silent order to listen. Robin felt his ears slowly fold back and his tail cower behind him as he braced himself for her wrath.

Once Bella was sure that he wasn't going to interrupt, she allowed a sultry smile to spread across her muzzle, reaching her hands behind her back to quietly untie the strings holding her dress onto her body behind her back.

"How about I make it a fair deal then Robin? How about I disrobe for you if you do the same for me?" she suggested, letting the words drip from her mouth like the sweetest of honeys into his black furred ears.

Hardly able to believe what he was hearing, Robin stood frozen to the spot for a few seconds. His could physically feel his wet shirt being pulled away from his fur as his arousal sprung to a new height, sending his by now very hard member shooting out from his sheath. From the way Bella looked down with a sultry smile and an arched eyebrow, it didn't even take a fool to guess that she got the reaction she wanted. Even though a little part of him chuckled at how he was actually experiencing what most guys would only see in pornographic murals and books, he now finally understood why men fantasized about this kind of thing so often. An experienced older woman was a hard lure to deny, especially when he already knew her well enough to know that he could trust her with his life. After all, she'd been the one who'd helped him escape the Prince's guards on the night they came for his family, so he already owed her his life by default.

Right now only one thought was stopping him from stripping down himself: Marion.

If he went any further, he knew that he wouldn't be able to see having sex with Bella as just a one-time occasion; he already cared about her too much to just mate her and run like a coward. If he was guessing correctly, and she already cared about him as much in return, would it mean that his love for Marion would be doomed to fail afterwards? If he made the wrong decision here and now, could it mean the end of something truly beautiful that he'd started with her since they were kids?

Fortunately for the horny little fox, one of Bella's most useful talents, specifically of being able to accurately guess what he was thinking since he was a toddler, hadn't diminished even slightly over the years. Also in his favour was the fact that she was one of the single most understanding women on the face of the planet.

The black and white furred badger picked up on his discomfort immediately, and made sure to put him at ease before she went any further lest she unintentionally upset him.

"I know that you love Marion, Robin." she said in a soothing voice, "I won't make any effort to stop you from going to her when you are finally able to be together. All I ask is that you treat me as you would treat her, and I will show you every trick that I know on how to bring a woman to as much pleasure as possible, so that you may use them as you wish when you make love to her, and spend the rest of your lives together trying them out."

Robin looked up at her with a hopeful expression, ears perked up and his whole body seeming to forget the drenched state of his fur at this almost unbelievable offer. Surely he'd misheard her, or there was some kind of hidden reason for this he didn't know of?

"Do you really mean that?! You'd be okay with me going to see Marion?" he asked, desperately begging her in his mind to not be playing a joke on him, his member now painfully hard against his sodden clothes.

"Yes Robin, I really mean it. All that I ask is that you would do your best to do to me as you would do to Marion, and never refrain from telling me what's on your mind." Bella replied, and with a deft flick of her fingers, the last strap holding her dress up was undone, sending the entire garment flowing down her form to pool at her feet, the little fox's jaw dropping along with it.

Beneath her dress, all the badger wore was a pristine set of tight white panties that covered her womanhood, but thanks to the growing damp spot on the front also did little to conceal it. Now that Robin could see her without the dress in the way, he realised that his earlier impression of her being well-built was a complete understatement; sure he'd seen her thickly muscled arms, but he hadn't been able to tell that she also sported a pair of very strong looking legs, or even a tight stomach which showed the faint beginnings of becoming the infamous 'six-pack'. If he was honest with himself though, he wasn't really paying attention to the formidable sets of practiced muscles that were still clearly visible despite her thick fur, or her little grey fluffy tuft of a tail, or her well kept hair, or her face. The male in him had taken over, and gaze was fixed solely on her large breasts.

Easily more than a handful each even for herself, they were both the size of a decent honeydew melon; covered in soft white fur the sizeable mounds jostled proudly in front of her, with large black nipples standing firmly to attention in the centre of each. Deciding to tease the little fox now she had his undivided attention, Bella lifted up the two succulent orbs slightly in her paws, gently squeezing them in her hands to show Robin just what he would soon be handling. Her breath grew heavier as she tweaked her nipples with her outstretched fingers, working the hard black fleshy nubs as she stared intently at the large bulge under Robin's shirt right between his legs, wishing that he'd remove that infernal piece of clothing and let her get a good look at his foxhood.

She could even see a dark stain forming on his shirt around his covered tip now! The horny badger was a hair's breadth away from pouncing on the young male and ravaging him, seduction-be-damned. She hadn't waited for more than 7 years just to be held up by a wet green shirt!

After just a few moments of this brash display of desire from Bella, Robin's resistance snapped; pulling his green shirt over his head along with his bag of coins and throwing them off to one side along with his soaked shoes, he now stood naked before his former housemaid. Despite his body being covered by orange and white fur, its soaked condition revealed a toned chest to go with his strong shoulders and arms, with the white fur covering most of his front but not spreading onto his legs, while orange fur dominated the rest of his handsome figure. His limbs were lean and scrawny in comparison to the badger's tree-trunk-like appendages (a sign of her species), but every small muscle moved as he did, showing no excess fat anywhere on his figure.

However, just as one feature dominated his attention on Bella's body, the badger's eyes were drawn straight between his legs to the thick rod that sprang fully to attention at the removal of the fox's clothes. It was easily eight and a half inches long, bigger than her ex-husband had ever been, and even as she watched the strong shaft throbbed as a clear strand of pre-cum dribbled from the tip and back down towards his sheath.

The voluptuous badger licked her lips as a thought of just how to get things started came to mind. The larger woman knelt down on the floor with her knees spread wide, displaying her wet panties for his viewing pleasure, before beckoning him over with a sultry curl of her finger.

"Why don't you come over here Robin, I'll show you what a woman can do with a man's cock my dear." She said in a low suggestive tone that made Robin's toes curl in anticipation.

Not one to keep a lady waiting, especially one who wanted him to mate them, he dutifully stepped towards her, making no attempt to hide his member as the hard length swung from side to side in front of him as he walked. Bella noticed the confidence in his stride, something that no virgin could achieve without giving away some kind of sign that they were acting, but as she watched she saw no facial twitch, no change in the pace of his tail wagging, no body language at all that would show him to be faking. This caused her to arch an eyebrow at him as he finally came within touching distance of her, standing still in front of her and looking into her eyes as he waited for her next instructions. Reaching out her right hand, she gently grasped his member, causing him to sigh in relief at the simulation to his sensitive organ, before giving him a soft squeeze, bringing his attention back to her in an instant.

"Okay Robin, you're far too confident in your body to not have shown it too anybody before. So tell me, how many?" she asked directly, but made sure to retain her kind and caring tone of voice. She wasn't mad at the little fox for having his fun; rather she was surprised at him being sexually active at his age.

"Um, I think 3 or 4. But they were all rabbits, I've never been with a vixen or a badger before" the handsome fox admitted with a slight blush.

"And why did you leave them?" Bella asked carefully.

Robin swallowed nervously at her question. Right now his manhood was firmly in the hand of a very strong female that could quite easily make him a Eunuch with a flick of her wrist. There was no way that she would settle for anything other than the truth though, and there was no way she would be fooled into any of his cunning lies he usually reserved for his chasers; bracing himself for her reaction, Robin conceded the truth.

"None of them were looking for more than just a one night occurrence with me, some didn't even ask for my name. And, if I'm honest, I didn't want to start something too deep back when I was with them because I'd have to give up Marion as a consequence. No matter what, she always comes first for me, and I wanted to be sure that I'd be good as a husband for her, even though I may never even get to see her again now."

The smaller red fox had a distinctly mournful tone in his voice as he admitted this. It was one of those harsh truths that he knew deep down inside would most likely come to pass, but chose to ignore for the most part so that he still felt like he had something to fight for. The pain that this fact brought him was evident in the way that his shoulders sagged, his previously confident demeanour draining out of him despite the steamy situation. He didn't even know whether she had been betrothed to a man in his absence.

Revealing no emotion on her face at his answer, Bella continued her questioning, determined to find out exactly who he had become in these last few years.

"Why do you steal from others Robin?" She asked, in that same mother-like tone of voice that instilled no malice but demanded no argument.

"I want to help the poor" Robin replied, finding the strength to look the almost naked badger in the eye again. "I am wanted by almost every guard and soldier in the country for the bounty on my head, but while they chase after me and I continue to evade them, taxes are increasing all the time for the ordinary person while no extra reward is given to the people who work hard for their living. Everyone is suffering because of one man's greed, so while I can't work to give people the help they need, I can rob the rich to feed the poor. One bag of gold may be a pittance to a noble, but it can be more than 3 month's labour for a farmer, especially now. By doing this, I can make sure that the people who need it can still get some kind of support without hurting others too badly by taking away what they themselves need. I know it's illegal, and I know that I probably have already earned the death penalty with what I've done, but I won't apologise for helping the poor as I have done. It's all that I can do for them, and to do less would be cowardly."

The young male fox had spoke with a firm conviction, a conviction born from the heartfelt belief in this idea to help those who needed helping whenever he could with whatever he had. His eyes burned into hers with a hard resistance, expecting her admonishment for his crimes, or for her to strike him as a punishment. What he wasn't expecting was for her to reach up a hand to gently stroke his cheek fur.

Taking a chance, Robin opened one eye slightly and examined her face. He saw no anger, no hidden argument, no sadness or regret at his answers. He slowly allowed his body to relax as she continued to caress his cheek, allowing his eyes to meet hers when he was absolutely sure he wasn't seconds away from being beaten into a fluffy door mat. For a while he just remained silent and still, looking carefully into her eyes to try and gauge what she was thinking, but he'd learnt everything he knew about reading faces from her originally, and she wasn't giving him anything to go on other than a gentle smile. He was so focused on reading her expression that he completely failed to notice that she was starting to lean in closer to him, in fact he only registered it when his front-most whiskers brushed against her muzzle. Caught off guard, his mind seized up for a brief instant, but that was all the time Bella needed to close the gap, softly pressing her lips against his in a warm compassionate kiss.

Despite having had his member in Bella's inviting grip for a while now, this unexpected turn caused a new rush of embarrassment for the young fox, but in his current situation it was impossible for him to even contemplate pulling away; even more surprising to him though, was that he didn't want to.

Without really concentrating on it or much conscious thought at all, he soon found himself returning Bella's tender kiss with his own. He really didn't know exactly how far he was allowed to go at the moment, so for now he kept his ministrations of her lips soft and carefully measured. His black and white furred companion seemed pleased with this, starting to gently stroke his member once again, earning a surprised grunt from the young fox.

After a short while, Bella pulled back from their kiss, tilting his chin up delicately with a finger so their eyes met again.

"Well done Robin. You've become the man I always wanted you to be." She said kindly, still stroking his member with one hand, and his cheek with the other. "As long as you always remember what you've just told me, and make sure that these morals don't degrade over time, then I don't think anyone in their right mind would disagree with you honey. You may be an outlaw, but you'll always be a noble in my eyes. Never forget that."

Robin allowed himself a warm smile at this welcome comment, not used to such heartfelt compliments from anyone except Marion and his own family.

"I understand about not wanting to get too deeply involved with the women you've been with before, Marion is one in a million." the badger continued in the same soothing motherly tone, "But I promise that I will not interfere with the love that you already have as long as you find it within yourself to love me in some way as well."

"I already do" Robin replied softly, before closing the gap between their lips again, and resuming their much needed kiss. This time, all pretence was discarded, both of their tongues passing straight though the other's lips to playful wrestle with their partner's soft appendage.

Bella grinned lustfully as Robin finally gave in to his adolescent male hormones and reached out with his hands to feel her huge breasts, feeling his curious fingers softly clutch as the firm flesh beneath the white fur that covered them. In retaliation, she started to run her hand up and down his member, effectively jerking him off as they kissed. True to his resilience from childhood however, despite the much needed relief it brought him, he didn't even flinch or falter in his exploration of her upper body. In fact, despite being both the older and more experienced of the two, Bella was actually getting worked up pretty quickly; her one remaining undergarment was now visibly soaked all the way through, her nether-lips clearly visible through the now transparent fabric.

"I think we're past foreplay by now, don't you Robin?" the voluptuous badger inquired coyly.

"Ready whenever you are, my beautiful badger." The little red fox countered with an equally coy grin and a pinch of both her erect nipples simultaneously, making the much larger female yip in surprise.

"Well then..." she started, reluctantly releasing her grip on his hard member and getting to her feet, which was even harder for her as it meant Robin had to stop his very welcome attentions on her breasts in order for her to get up. The aching desire to be touched that instantly started building up in them as she turned to walk to towards the bath told her that her body agreed wholeheartedly with this motion, fortunately it wouldn't have to wait long. It was a very short walk over to the bathtub where she knelt down and simultaneously pulled down her panties and raised her hindquarters and stubby tail in an invitation that was impossible to misunderstand, placing her hands on the side of the bath as she looked back over her shoulder at the horny little fox who was drinking in the sight of her in that position. Every little detail of what lay nestled there, from minute shadows dancing over her moist lips to her pink tailhole and the large white-furred cheeks that outlined them both was left out in the open as she peeled her final undergarment down her legs to rest at her knees. Once she had accomplished this, she patted one of her ass-cheeks invitingly while giving her vulpine lover a wink.

"Come and get me foxy boy." she said in a sultry tone that dripped with the promise of what was to come.

Eager to comply, Robin closed the gap between them (after raising a paw and shutting his lower jaw which had fallen open again at her teasing) and took a good look at the task ahead. He may have been young, be he was already experienced enough to know what a man should do first, placing his hands on her voluptuous butt cheeks and starting to gently rub them as he asked for her permission to continue.

"Last chance to back out Bella; I don't think I can keep myself away from a body like yours for long."

Admiring his honesty, she wiggled her rump in his grip playfully.

"I wouldn't let you hold it if I didn't intend to let you use it Robin." she teased.

On hearing this, Robin trailed his right paw down over her vast behind until his finger rested at the top of the valley between her cheeks just beneath her tail, making Bella bite her bottom lip as she waited for him to continue. Slowly, he drew his fingers down the crevice, making her moan in anticipation as he stopped to let his fingertips circle around her pink anus for a few seconds just for fun before moving on downwards towards his real destination. Bella groaned at the much needed stimulus of his hand stroking the outer lips of her womanhood, spreading her leaking fluids round to lubricate her warm opening.

Then, purely for her pleasure, he slipped a finger right past her out lips and up to the knuckle in inside her, wriggling her finger around against every sensitive surface he could reach.

"ooooooooooohhh, you have no idea how much I needed this.......mmmmmhh...." she moaned at his rather successful fingering, making sure to clench at him to let him know he was doing well.

Pleased by her reaction after a minute of his playful attentions, Robin now entered two more of his fingers, starting to pump them in and out of her clutching vaginal canal at a steady rhythm as her moans increased in pitch while her juices now dripped constantly from his hand to the wet floor below. Deciding to see just how far he could go, the male fox increased his pace even further, which actually resulted in Bella attempting to thrust back against him in a desperate attempt to get his fingers in deeper. He grinned and wriggled his fingers in deeper, giving her ass a gentle squeeze with his other hand which still rested on her left cheek.

"I may have some idea, but I'll have to keep going to be sure........unless of course...." Robin slipped his middle finger out of her passage to rub it against her clitoris, ".....you want me to stop."

Bella swore that she would've pounced upon him then and there if he had pulled back, her tongue hanging loosely out of her mouth at the young fox's welcome fondling. Far from pulling back however, Robin moved his other hand so that this thumb now rubbed against her vulnerable tailhole. After teasing around the puckered entrance for a few moments, he slowly eased the tip of his thumb into her very tight opening, earning a long open-mouthed whine from his partner.

Bella looked over her shoulder at him with a fearsomely predator-like gaze, clenching her ass and pussy around his thumb and fingers respectively.

"Robin, take me right now!" she demanded, thrusting her hindquarters at him in desperation to be mated, the deliciously erotic sensations of his fingers already more than she could bear.

Knowing not to disobey a determined female in need, and not wanting to keep his long time friend waiting any longer, he removed his thumb from her tight rear-end and pulled back his wet fingers from her feminine folds, lining his vulpine manhood up with his delightfully moist target. He heard Bella gasp as he made contact with her pink nether lips, moaning as he pushed the tip of his hard rod inside her; taking a firm hold of her backside with both hands, he rammed himself all the way inside in one strong thrust as she had demanded.

Bella swore that she saw double for a moment when he finally gave her every inch he had to offer, loving the way his foxhood felt within her. The youngster still had some growing to do before he finally reached his full length but was already more than adequately endowed for her liking, his length and girth providing the ideal sensation of being filled without any of the dull pain she'd expected from being 'out of action' for so long. She particularly liked the fact that Robin had learned to treat a lady well even if she was already in his arms, as she felt his hands sneaking up from her butt-cheeks and across her stomach in the direction of her heaving breasts. The moment his hands closed around her large white orbs, he gave them a nice firm squeeze with both of his wandering hands just to see if she approved.

She did.

"Oooooooooh, nice touch Robin; Marion won't be disappointed."

Robin paused for a moment just as he was about to start thrusting into her, looking at the back of her head covered in her long black hair.

"Is that really okay with you?" he asked, causing Bella to look back at him with a puzzled expression, "If I love Marion enough to go back to her, even when I'm with you, are you certain you'll be able to bear that?"

The large badger blushed profusely, smiling back at the young fox as she gave her honest answer.

"I love you Robin, both as the son I never got to have and as a man, but I know where your heart belongs. I have lived my life, raised a daughter that you helped to learn the values of this world beyond personal belongings, and spent many years living alongside a loving lord who saw to it that I would never go wanting for anything. I have no right to ask for more after that. Besides, I you are still in the morning hours of your life, whereas I'm now at dusk; my body can no longer bear any children, so a family is beyond my reach, but not for Marion. I know that you two will be happy together, and that's what I always wanted for your future. I truly look forward to you marrying her and taking her into your bed, and maybe, if she's game, she'll let me play with you on occasion."

The horny badge gave his girthy cock a firm squeeze with her practiced inner muscles as she finished, making him unintentionally thrust against her with a heated moan.

There were no more words spoken for a while after this. Robin, pulled his long manhood out of her sopping wet vagina only to shove all the way back in to the chorus of his female's sounds of pleasure and the wet sounds of her feminine fluids making way for his rod. The young fox wasted no time in establishing a fast pace, slamming his hips against hers forcefully with each re-entry; even as he practically pummelled her vagina with his manhood (much to her liking) he made sure to grasp her large swinging breasts with his hands so that her black nipples constantly made contact with his palms (also very much to her liking). Each new plunge pushed her rear against the bathtub and reminded her of precisely what she was allowing him to do to her.

Bella adored his hard pace, the way he picked up on exactly how she wanted to be made love to speaking volumes about his true abilities as a mate, briefly slowing when he felt her breath catch and speeding up when he knew she was ready for him to resume his duties.

"That's it......nngh.....aaaahhaahh......harder....."

Every single thrust sent a new shiver up her spine as his rigid member rubbed against her vaginal walls. She was ashamed to admit it, but she couldn't remember sex ever being this good with her now vanished husband; while he had been fairly 'well-equipped' as well, he had always been a little over-confident in his abilities during their love-making, and as a result while she'd never gone wanting for sex, she'd never been truly satisfied with him either. Robin's constant hard thrusting into her welcoming womanhood, combined with his tender caresses, quite coincidentally proved at that exact moment with a tender lick to the back of her neck, that his actions weren't just grinding down her resilience, but annihilating it.

Bella looked down into the warm bath water below her torso and had to bite her lip to keep herself from laughing as she saw her reflection; a middle aged badger with two curious fox hands fondling her tits (very diligently too, she might add) while a very handsome young face kissed and nipped at her neck with his hips at work just behind hers. She could actually feel the fur on his ball sack tickling her clitoris every time he thrust himself back inside her with a soft wet sound. If any of her female friends could see her now they'd been green with envy at her fortune for still being able to attract such a young and eager mate.

It didn't take long for Robin's hard pace to take its toll, her breathing getting more jagged by the minute as they passed one by one, her energetic lover's pounding only increasing in pace as their delicious interlude continued. Soon enough, she had to fight to hold back her peak, not wanting things to end this quickly and attempting to shift her attention elsewhere, but it was a losing battle from the start. His wonderful ministrations had driven her beyond the point of caring almost the instant after he started; all she could do now was guess how long she had before her orgasm hit, a minute maybe, or perhaps even less than that. It was hard to ignore the constant feeling of his hips impacting against her rear accompanying his manhood's deep travels inside her as her vaginal walls clenched around his girth constantly, or his affectionate kisses and licks that he insisted on giving her as he continued to mate her just like she had always wanted to be mated.

"Robin......hhaaaahhh!!.....not long now..........I'm nearly there......" she informed him between moans of satisfaction.

The young fox lent close to her ear and whispered, "Then cum for me Bella, like you want to. Let me feel just how much you want this, my beloved badger." giving her ear a small lick as he did so.

His tease pushed her further than she could pull herself back, feeling that all too familiar rush that signalled her arriving orgasm. Now she could actually count the thrusts she had left until she came, each fresh re-entrance he made pushing further towards her desperately desired peak.

*(sluck)*5.......

*(squelp)*4.......

*(shluck)*3.......

*(slup)*2.......

*(squish)*1.......

*(squelch)*

Unable to do anything more, she groaned in bliss as she came more powerfully than she had done in years, her vaginal walls squeezing tightly against the lengthy welcome guest harboured in her warm canal, doing everything in her power to coax his seed from him while her fluids dripped from his balls. Bella heard Robin gasp as her inner spasms, but was amazed when he continued to man-handle her breast throughout her peak, turning what should have lasted seconds into a full two minutes of pure elation as he held himself still within her while she rode out her peak; he even made sure to carry on thrusting while she in the thick of her orgasm, despite how much harder it must have been for him to thrust inside her by that point. What a little trooper!

After a while of basking in the after-glow of her wonderful climax, her eyelids flew open in astonishment as she felt Robin withdraw his still very-hard cock from her folds, drawing copious amounts of her juices along with it. She was amazed that he hadn't come yet, considering the extensive build-up to this moment, but she'd be lying if she said that the sight of him pulling back slowly until his member sprang to full attention with her own cum dribbling back down its length wasn't arousing.

"Sorry Bella, but I feel that there's somewhere else that I would sorely like to visit before we finish." Robin teased in a sly voice, removing his hands from her plump and heavy breasts and gliding them slowly down her back to spread her ass-cheeks apart, revealing her small pink tailhole to his prying eyes once again.

Bella blushed a deep red as she caught onto what he was after; she had tried sex using that entrance to her body a few times back during the happier years of her marriage before the problems started, but she'd made sure to only do it on special occasions as her former mate had a habit of being too rough with her 'other' hole. True she made sure she was kept clean back there, but she wasn't entirely sure that Robin's manhood would fit given how little she'd used it both during and since her marriage. Her husband may have been close to the young vulpine in length, but the extra added girth of the fox's member in comparison did make her wonder if after all this time without even pleasing herself with that part of her body, if she could even handle him.

"Your womanhood is exquisite, but I think we have enough time to ourselves to explore 'other options' tonight, wouldn't you agree Bella?" Robin proposed with a cunning smile while rubbing a thumb over her opening, rather pleased with how the situation had reversed to put him in the role of aggressor instead.

Beneath him, Bella licked her lips as his dirty talk. Robin always did have a talent for being able to talk others into just about anything. He'd performed very well up until now, so there was very little to lose by giving him permission to go further.

"By all means Robin." she replied, clenching her buttocks mischievously in his grip, "Just be sure to leave a tip this time before you leave."

Once again Robin blushed bright red at the second meaning to her words, looking back down to her puckered anus as she held her tail out of the way for him. Knowing better than to just barge right in without any preparation, the young fox placed two of his fingers at her rear entrance and gently pushed them forwards until they slipped past her tight anal ring and into her ass; he made sure to make no sudden movements once they were inside, slowly starting to slide them back and forth after he was sure that he hadn't hurt her unintentionally on entry.

"Nnnnngghh!" the badger mumbled as she felt his fingers plunge in on a particularly deep push, her tail twitching at the unusual sensation of something touching her in such a place.

"Are you okay Bella?" her considerate lover enquired, stroking her side with his free hand.

"Yes Robin, it's just a bit of a surprise that's all. I'd forgotten how it felt up until now. Thanks for taking it slowly with me my dear." she said, relaxing as she started to get used to the movement of his digits inside her.

"My pleasure, my beautiful Bella."

Unable to think of anything more to say, the curvaceous female surrendered herself to his fondling, doing nothing that would give him any reason to stop; not even complaining when he slipped a third finger into her pert rear end and began thrusting all 3 in and out of her at a nice steady rhythm, instead gently pushing her hindquarters in his direction in the same manner she had done earlier tonight, attempting to get him in deeper. A short while later, after he felt her inner muscles start to relax around his finger, Robin withdrew his still very clean fingers from her anus, drawing a groan of arousal from Bella.

Robin brought his hips as close as possible to her attractive bottom and lined his manhood up with her tailhole, rubbing his tip against her small opening for a few moments in order to lubricate her with some of the fluids that had accumulated on his manhood thanks to their earlier fun. After he was sure that she was as ready as he could physically make her, he aimed himself at her small pink hole and slowly began to push himself inside her tight ass.

Bella gripped tightly onto the edge of the bath of still-steaming-hot water as she felt him start to slip inside her small opening, not so much feeling any sensation of pain as she felt a strange sensation of being utterly full as he pushed inch after in into her. After the initial entry she started to feel an embarrassingly noticeable pleasure start to build up from the feeling of him inside as he began wiggling his hips around before making any further progress, ensuring she felt as little discomfort as possible, but she also guessed he was doing it as a last little tease for her. Compared to the first time she'd tried this quite a few years ago, it was going tremendously smoother thanks to Robin's careful approach; soon enough she felt his hips softly bump against her own, marvelling at the feel of his whole vulpine cock resting inside her anal passage. It felt so dirty to have his entire girth nestled there, but at the same time so exciting to do it with him this way.

She gasped as she felt him slowly draw his manhood back until he was about halfway out of her, before softly sliding himself back inside with a small grunt. Looking back she saw his eyes were tightly shut in concentration, most likely trying to hold back his so that she got something out of this as well, little realising that she already was. This little gesture really touched Bella, as it was something that she'd never experienced before with other partners; whenever she'd given permission to another male to do something this sordid, they had only thought of their own pleasure and gone for it, but Robin was determined for her to get as much out of it as he was. She could only imagine how difficult it must be for the young fox after holding back whilst mating her once already.

The virile young fox was doing his utmost to hold back his orgasm, having only just managed to hold on through Bella's first peak whilst he was ploughing her vagina. His member throbbed powerfully with his heartbeat inside her tailhole as he mated her, which seemed to excite her whenever she felt it, but even after all his efforts to bring her to climax first, he knew there was only so long he could hold back inside her wonderfully snug and warm rear-end. Keeping up his end of the bargain as her lover though, he slipped his right hand under her stomach and slipped 2 of his fingers back inside her pussy lips, earning a nice loud moan from the badger as he began to thrust his digits inside her in rhythm with his manhood.

"A gentleman never lets a lady go wanting." he spoke passionately in her ear, while Bella could only manage a heated moan in response.

Bella knew that he wasn't going to last as well, but wasn't in the least bit disappointed. He managed a good few minutes of his regular thrusting, speeding up his pace slightly but not going too fast on this occasion for the sake of not injuring her with his over-excitement, but after this he was all out of strength to keep himself in check any longer. His thrusts into her tailhole started to become irregular, the throbbing in his member grew more pronounced, and his breathing got heavier and heavier as he continued. Bella was almost to her climax as well, but realised there wasn't much more that he could do before he reached his peak first. She decided that rather than trying to push him to carry on unfairly, she would help him to reach a conclusion with her, he'd already done his fair share of pleasing her.

Robin groaned as he felt her start to clench her butt muscles carefully around him, pushing his resistance to breaking point as her already tight rear became even tighter around his over-stimulated cock. He actually felt his member jump in premonition of his orgasm, his testes tingling as he felt the pressure in them slowly build under her wilfully un-ignorable actions. The young fox took a look down between his legs and instantly regretted it as he caught sight of his member disappearing inside her anal passage once again, doing nothing to help him hold back.

"Bella.......ghuh......if you do that......any......more......I'm going.....going to....." he managed to utter between gasps, his hips stopping their motion against hers as he tensed his legs in an attempt to give himself a few more seconds, trying to steady his breathing to help his resolve further.

Bella looked back over her shoulder at her handsome lover and finished his sentence with a sultry smile. "Cum up my ass?"

With that Robin thrust himself as far as he could inside Bella's tailhole and held himself there as he felt his member lurch, keeping himself steady as his hot cum sprayed out from his tip and deep inside his female badger's irresistible rear end in copious amounts. Bella loved the feeling of his warm essence filling up her forbidden entrance, but also loved that Robin still remembered to finger her womanhood furiously as he pumped shot after shot of his viscous sperm inside her ass, helping her to join him in euphoria just a few seconds later. For the next minute they just stayed like that, with Robin occasionally giving a small thrust against her filling backside as he emptied himself inside her, while she playfully wiggled her hips and rode out her most powerful orgasm of the night. She felt no guilt or fear for what she had just done, only bliss as her lover continued to bask in his own well-earned pleasure, his fingers by now absolutely drenched in her fluids as he slowly fingered her.

Eventually they came down from their peaks, the young fox still firmly wedged inside Bella's tailhole, though she wasn't complaining at the arrangement. Robin now lay limp over Bella's strong back, trying to catch his breath after such a vigorous work out. The large badger stroked his head-fur affectionately, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you for bringing me along with you Robin."

Exhausted, the little fox managed to raise his head and give her a breathless reply.

"My pleasure *hah* Bella *hah*."

Turning her attention back to the bath she was currently bent over, she dipped her fingers into the water to check the temperature again, finding it to be just the right warmth for a long relaxing bath after the night's events.

"Come on Robin, we need to get you cleaned up my handsome little outlaw."

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-Back in the tent with Marion-

"And that's how we ended up meeting again. She's the only other woman that I've ever trusted as much as I trust you, my love, and one of the most influential people of my entire life."

Marion was completely silent as she lay next to her lover in the low light of the tent, one of her legs wrapped around his and one of her hands gently stroking the white fur of his chest and the strong abs beneath it. She hadn't said a word since Robin had started his story, dutifully listening as he laid out the events, and he was beginning to fear the worst; that he'd lost his chance at their happiness by making the decision to stay with Bella in Marion's absence. He sighed heavily and stroked her ears lovingly as she rested her head on his shoulders, waiting to hear whatever judgement she delivered to him.

After a few long minutes of painful silence, Marion turned her muzzle to look up at her childhood sweetheart, amazing Robin when he saw that her expression bore no signs of disappointment or anger at what he'd done, rather showing a look of warm compassionate understanding. She rolled her body over so that she was now laying on his chest, wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him warmly, a gesture which he wholeheartedly returned.

"Oh Robin, I remember her from when we were kids together. My father told me of her life before your father hired her. She'd been through so much before she came to be at your house. I know it may be unbecoming of me as a maiden to accept this, but I'm glad that you made her happy regardless of what methods you used. You've come back to me after so long apart, and after I have been unable to give you anything, not even a letter to confirm my lingering feelings, in nearly 10 years. I believe that you'll be a loyal and loving husband Robin, and I look forward to being your wife." the beautiful vixen in his arms spoke softly, giving him a loving kiss on the nose as she finished, her small still-clothed breasts rubbing up against his chest in the act of doing so.

Her curiosity demanded that she ask him one more question before they proceed to what they both wanted however.

"Would I be able to meet her?" she asked politely.

Robin's ears instantly folded back and his expression turned to one of heartfelt sadness, making Marion wonder if she had gone too far and stepped on a sore spot. Maybe things had deteriorated between them without her knowing?

"Marion.........Bella is dead." Robin said quietly.

The vixen felt her blood run cold for a moment at this horrible revelation; she'd known Bella for almost as long as Robin had, and the loss of someone so close deeply pained her. Even though there was nothing she could do to change the fact, she wished she hadn't asked the question when she registered the anguish in Robin's voice as he elaborated.

"Things between the two us only got better as the years went by, and we were seriously considering making a journey to London to find you and ask you to join us in a new life together away from the law, but this world didn't agree with that idea. Bella started to develop signs of serious illness, constant coughing, loss of strength, nausea; when we managed to find a doctor to see her, she told us that Bella had contracted tuberculosis. The disease is incurable with the medicine of today. The doctor gave her 3 months left to live on the Earth, but she survived for a full year despite all predictions before her body could no longer handle the infection. On the day she died, she revealed to me that in the years we'd been together, and for many years before, she had been saving up all of her spare money to provide a future for her children. Since she'd started saving, her only daughter had since been married to a wealthy lord and had no more use for it, so she had written a will that left every one of her worldly possessions.......to us."

Marion was staggered by such an act of generosity on Bella's behalf. She asked Robin to elaborate carefully, not wanting him to bring any more old wounds to bear if she could help it.

"You mean that she provided a future for us even though she loved you as I do?" the vixen enquired.

"Yes Marion." Robin replied, his eyes opening to reveal small tears starting to build up in them, "We have Bella to thank for the happiness we shall experience once Prince John is removed from power. The red feather I wear in my hat is my eternal tribute to her. Wherever I go, her spirit will follow; like the phoenix her father so adamantly admired, she too will all always have a new life so long as I exist."

Marion moved her muzzle up to robins, meeting his welcoming lips in a slow, emotional kiss. It was the kind where not much needs to be done, and requires very little added motion or touch, but simply asks for those involved to accept the other without question. They remained this way for a full 10 minutes, simply reaffirming their bond, and letting out all of the tension that had built up thus far in their mutual elation at their union, and their pain at the death of their long-serving friend.

Eventually after a long period of being interlinked in this manner, their inner desires took over, having been suppressed for far too long. Robin gently rolled them over on the blankets so that he was now the one on top, still kissing his beloved vixen passionately as he now rubbed his hands down the sides of her gorgeous body. Marion moaned innocently beneath him, spreading her legs apart for him submissively without him needing to ask for her to do so; she felt her womanhood tingle as his dexterous hands started to trace along her inner thighs, drawing ever closer to her concealed virgin flower as it moistened in preparation of his arrival.

She pressed her hands firmly against Robin's strong chest, breaking their kiss for a brief moment as she gave him a small request, "Robin, I know you want to do your best, but for tonight you can ignore foreplay before you take me. I want you to experience my first time as it was meant to be."

Robin gave her a soft kiss on the forehead, reaching up and cupping her cheek affectionately with his right hand.

"As you wish my wonderful Vixen. This may hurt at first, but I promise I shall do everything within my power to please you." he replied.

Resuming their deep kiss, slipping his tongue past her immaculately clean teeth in the process, Robin moved his left hand over her modest white panties that reflected her innocence perfectly, feeling the damp spot that had formed under his attentions; slipping a finger underneath the fabric, he gently lifted the garment and moved it to one side, revealing her completely untouched womanhood for the aroused male to do with as he wished. He could smell her excitement spike as he revealed her safely guarded treasure, actually feeling her jump in his grasp as he rubbed the length of his manhood against her moist white-furred lips teasingly.

Marion almost whimpered beneath him as her future husband drew back from their euphoric kiss and looked down to her exposed nether regions, lining up his sizeable vulpine length with her virgin opening; she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming as she felt him rub his pre-cum stained tip up and down her feminine slit to lubricate her, loving how he took every precaution possible to make this pleasurable for her despite knowing there was very little he could really do. After Robin was sure that she was as lubricated as he could get her without going against her wishes for him to avoid foreplay, he aimed his tip directly at her pussy lips and ever so slowly started to push forwards.

A few seconds later, Marion's breath caught in her throat as for the first time in her life she felt a male organ part her wet folds. It was such a new sensation to have that part of her lover stretching her from the inside, and at first it was slightly uncomfortable as newly discovered muscles were suddenly forced into action, starting to relax and contract around Robin's girth instinctively. Robin was gentle however, taking it nice and slowly as he entered her despite his own very prominent arousal at her glorious body splayed out before him; as he delved deeper into her marvellously tight, warm depths, he felt his manhood make contact with a thin barrier. Her hymen, the physical proof of her chastity up until this point, and the last thing in the way of their union; Robin propped himself up with his hands on either side of Marion's slender body and looked down into her enchanting eyes in the dim light granted to them inside the tent.

"This is it Marion. Nothing that we say or do will change what I am about to do if you let me continue, so are you sure that I am the one you want to share this part of your life with?" he said warmly, affording her every chance to stop should she change her mind.

Beneath him, Marion was already feeling slightly light-headed, the sensations wracking her brain so different to any others she had previously felt, but had enough sense to hear his words.

"I wouldn't have it any other way my love." she answered breathlessly.

After hearing her reply, Robin softly eased himself further inside her, watching her tense up as he felt her hymen resist his rod's advance for a few moments, before its resistance ended and he gracefully slipped right up to the hilt inside his willing vixen as she squealed out from her lost innocence. Robin felt the warm trickle of fluid that was far too hot to be anything other than her blood, halting his motions immediately as he patiently waited for her pain to pass, licking affectionately at her cheeks to clear away the few tears she shed down as they rolled down her soft fur.

After a while, Marion gradually relaxed, looking up at robin and nodding to give him permission to continue. With utmost care, Robin withdrew his erect manhood almost completely from her, earning a gasp of pleasure from her as she felt his exposed skin make contact with her most studiously protected depths in his passing; as he re-entered with equal care, she moaned out loud at the feeling of him once again filling the depths of her vagina right up to the entrance of her womb with his hard shaft just like she'd dreamed of him doing. Little by little as he repeated this pattern of pleasure for her, the initial pain was replaced by a steadily growing pleasure, a sensation she had no intention of fighting against. For so long she's waited for Robin to attempt such a thing as to carry her away from the eyes of the court she was forced to take part in and service her as only a life-long mate could, and now she was living that fantasy with no-one to disturb them.

It dawned on her at one point that perhaps the floor of an outlaw's tent in the middle of Nottingham forest wasn't the most respectable of places for a lady to surrender herself to a male's arms, but all doubt of her choice being the right one slipped away with Robin's next blissfully well-trained thrust. Her lover now started to lick at her neck teasingly during his motions, grinding his hips against hers on occasion to make sure she never grew tired with his attempts to make love to her; truth be told, she was already on the verge of her first orgasm, not 5 minutes from beginning their interlude. Robin had learned well from his time with Bella, and he was unleashing every second of knowledge to bring her the pleasure she deserved, making Marion's tail curl around his own as he carried her further and further to elation he had promised her. She felt none of the chill from being naked, none of the exposure of her private parts being on display, only feeling her lover's careful touch.

Just a few delicious thrusts later, she was unable to contain her pleasure any longer, crying out as her vagina clenched Robin's manhood as best it could, spilling her orgasmic fluids against the fur of his lower abdomen as she finally achieved her dreamed of peak with the lovable rogue. Her legs wrapped around the strong male's hips as she rode out the most intense experience of her life, keeping him deep inside her to ensure he felt every tremor she made. To her surprise, Robin didn't even falter in his attentions during her peak, slipping one of his hands underneath the fabric of her bra and massaging her small supple breast tenderly, pushing her orgasm to a new height as he studiously maintained this thrusting, even as her juices flowed from her stretched pink lips and across her petite orange furred bottom at his well-received actions. Marion had no idea how he was able to hold himself back as he was doing, just wanting him to get something from it as well, but every time she came close to mustering up the courage to ask him to let himself go he would supply her with a twist of her vulnerable nipple or a particularly deep thrust that rubbed his crotch against the fleshy nub at the top of her womanhood, robbing her of her protests in an instant.

To Robin's mind, one peak was simply not enough for Marion's first time; it was no longer a wanton desire, but a tangible need to bring her to the very brink of euphoria and then carry her over the edge. To do any less would be nothing short of an insult to the true scope of his attraction to her, and he would not allow himself to fail her right now when she needed him the most.

All that Marion could do was clutch at the fur on his back as his now proceeded to speed up his thrusting, sending the pleasure she received shooting higher than she could ever imagine. Now she couldn't even take a breath without letting out a tell-tale moan, letting Robin know that his effort were having the exact effect that he wanted. Within minutes, she reached her second orgasm, crying out as what juices she didn't expel around his thick cock were pushed out by his pistoning manhood. By now she could clearly hear the wet slapping sounds each time their hips collided.

And so this pattern continued for a good hour without letup, Marion quickly losing track of how many times she came to a peak, only aware of his large rod now driving into her at a frantic pace after driving her to far more than her fair share. All at once she noticed that his member seemed to be pulsing inside her, a sign that she recognised as signalling his upcoming release. As if to confirm this, Robin managed to warn her of it between breaths a few moments later.

"Marion........I'm not going to............last...........I've got to..........pull out.............can't get you..............pregnant............."

Marion knew that if he blew his load inside here then he would almost certainly hit one of the mats they were sleeping on, and knowing his nature, he would take that bag to sleep in himself. She didn't want to force him into discomfort after all the effort he'd put in. The vixen's ears pricked as an idea popped into her head as to a possible alternative. She had read about females performing this act for their men before now, and had wanted to wait for a while before trying it with Robin, but after his persistent onslaught of pleasure tonight, she had changed her mind.

"Robin....uhhh!......do it in my mouth darling......." she whispered in his ear.

Robin looked down shocked at Marion at the suggestion, but the huge throb she felt shoot through his member at her suggestion betrayed his true thoughts on the subject, his hands on the sheets next to her clenching into a tight fist.

"Don't think about it, just do it, please!" she begged him.

Unable to hold back any longer, Robin quickly pulled his member out of her folds with a wet sound, moving his hips forwards so that his cock was in range of Marion's muzzle. She opened her lips, letting his tip slide over her tongue before sealing her muzzle around it and sucking gently on it like the dirty novels she had read spoke of. She heard Robin grunt loudly, and an instant later she felt a thick hot volley of his fox cum blast into her mouth, making her eyes fly open in surprise as the salty tasting fluid splashed across her tongue. His first shot was quickly followed by a second which nearly filled her mouth, and then a third which completely filled it. Inexperienced as she was, she didn't know to swallow it in order to get rid of it, and could only let it gradually over flow her mouth and dribble down her chin in thick white lines as more and more of it was dispensed by her lover's pulsing manhood.

Eventually, Robin was finished, and he withdrew his cock from her welcoming mouth, taking a moment to gather his senses as Marion licked her lips for the stray sperm that had escaped her mouth. He produced a cloth from beneath the blankets they lay on and started to help her clean up, giving her a loving kiss on the cheek before he started.

"Thank you Marion. You were truly astounding."

Marion instinctively gulped at feeling his kiss, swallowing a good portion of the sperm still in her mouth, but surprisingly it didn't feel as gross as she'd imagined it to. She sheepishly turned to robin and relied in kind once he was finished cleaning between her legs, giggling as he gave her a parting kiss on her womanhood.

"You're welcome my wonderful husband. You truly are an exceptional lover, although I hardly think I have much experience to say much on the matter."

In response, Robin waved a hand dismissively before embracing her in a warm hug around the waist, her own arms wrapping over his shoulders.

"It'll never be perfect, no matter how much we try, but we'll have our whole lives to practice together my beautiful Marion."

The two of them just remained like this for a long time, basking in the afterglow of the most anticipated event of their lives to date, both overjoyed at finally being able to express such feeling to each other, and already looking forward to doing so again soon.

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-5 Years later-

The sun slowly began to rise ever higher into the sky as morning broke on the estate just on the edges of Nottingham forest, the late dawn spreading it's gentle yellow light across the healthy green leaves that siginfied the spring season. Great fields of crops already being tended to lay in the distance away from the vast wall of trees, not daring encroach upon the age-old woods that had watched of the lands for more years than any man could ever count. One man was making his way down the well-kept path that led to the house at the centre of the entire estate that he owned, the fox nodding politely to every worker that he passed and recieving the sme politeness back, his own hands having been dirtied with soil and toughened from labour every bit as much as theirs.

Robin had dressed himself in the noble attire of the times for today; a pristeen sword was sheathed at his waist that he recieved as a personal gift from the king, a solid gold medal hung over his right breast, bearing the cross of saint george which marked him as a knight of the king's service. Although years had passed since the dark times of the tyrant prince, his services had still been needed to help protect the poor and the innocent throughout the land, with corruption and injustice running far deeper than in the kings absence than the king himself had realised. Now, having finally placed the last of Prince John's more dangerous followers in jail, he was meeting his wife so that they might take a walk to visit an old friend of theirs.

Upon reaching the large wooden door of the rather tastefully built stone mansion, Robin knocked curtly on it with his knuckles, calling out to his beloved vixen as he did so.

"It's time Marion. We wouldn't want to be late for such a long overdue occasion, would we?"

Seconds later, the door opened to reveal acreature that continued to leave him breathless every day that he saw her, despite the fact that they now spent every day together that they possibly could. The beautiful Marion was once again dressed in her signature pink and purple attire she wore as a lady of the court, complete with her matching headdress which covered her ears completely, her cheeks blushing in a rather cute fashion at her husbands obvious approval of her appearance. Both of them still wore the matching platinum rings they had recieved years ago on their right hands.

Smiling warmly at his sweetheart, Robin offered her his arm in a gentlemanly fashion. Marion gladly accepted his gesture, softly taking hold of his arm as they began the a comfortable walking pace back down the path leading away from the the house.

"Our son is still asleep Robin. Lady Cluck will take care of him if he awakes early." Marion said quietly as they came to a corner in the path, the handsome male fox nodding in acknowledgement. Their conversation remained fairly light as they walked, talking of light-hearted matters and little nuisances that occured to them, neither wishing to discuss the reason for their private outing just yet.

Just a few short minutes of walking later, the couple looked ahead of them to see a small hill just outside of the forest itself, where a lone but healthy willow tree had stood for decades. Their faces now solemn and wistful, they made their way across the soft grass towards their destination in respectful silence.

Climbing to the top of the hill, Robin and Marion soon stood holding hands beneath the subtle the shade of a large willow tree, now seeming to almost cling to each other for emotional strength as they looked down towards the foot of the tree.

Robin then knelt down and placed the hat that he had been wearing at the base of the tree next to what had caught their attention so unavoidably, standing back up and looking back down at the small offering he had donated. It was the same as the hat he had always worn, a simple yellow affair with a red feather nestled in it. The knighted fox bowed his head and said a small prayer before the tree with his hands clasped together in reverence, his wife doing the same once he had said his piece, then he started saying his goodbyes before his emotions got the better of him. They hadn't intended for this visit to be a long one, but it still meant a lot to them they they had come all the same.

"Thank you..." Robin began, "Thank you so very much...from the both of us. If all goes well for us, I shall not need this hat any more, though I fear that inevitably I will someday. This is a lesson you taught me. Marion and I look forward to meeting you somewhere, somehow, my love. We will always be thinking of you, just as you never stopped thinking about us. May god watch over you. We miss you."

With that the two vulpines turned away and started to take a gentle walk back down the hill, enjoying the early afternoon sunshine and gentle wind as they made their way back home at an equally slow pace to allow the steady steam of tears that now started falling a chance to dry up.

Behind them, a small gust of wind circling the lonely willow tree blew a tiny portion of soil away from the base of the tree, revealing a black granite plaque engraved with words and numbers in old English text, each word also painted with a specially chosen metallic substance added into the paint mix that ensured that the finish would never fade with time, so the message would never erode as the years passed by.

The resounding words spelled: "Here Lies Bella Santine: an eternal friend from the moment we met her. In life she guided us, in death she saved us. May she rest in well-earned peace for the good she has done for our world."

The End.