Robin Hood: Marian's Order
#1 of Robin Hood
This was going to be a big day for Skippy. For nine years he had faithfully served his lord and master Robin Hood. The two had met when Robin surprised Skippy at his seventh birthday; coming disguised as an old blind beggar. After the Sheriff of Nottingham had stolen the farthing that Skippy's family had given him for a birthday present, it meant everything in the world to him when Robin gave him his very own bow and arrow. After Robin's pardon and marriage to Maid Marian, Skippy went to live with them. Over the years, Skippy was trained in the arts of war, learned to read and write--in English, French and Latin. He was taught manners, etiquette and how to behave as a proper member of English nobility, even though he was but a peasant.
All those years of service were being rewarded today with a very important task; Robin was going on campaign with King Richard, and although Skippy was not permitted to aid them, Robin had entrusted him with an equally important task. Skippy was to be his steward, the one who everyone else in the castle was to receive orders from. Only Marian could give him orders.
Marian, Robin and Skippy stood outside the castle walls together as Robin was preparing to leave.
"Take care, my love," whispered Marian into her husband's pointed fox ears.
Robin gave her a warm smile. "I'm always careful, my dear."
Skippy watched with a sense of sorrow; sorrow that he had to say goodbye to Robin Hood--not knowing when or even if he woulod return to their home. Though he would never mention it to his noble lord, Skippy wanted desperately to go with Robin, to prove that he was now a man, a man capable of fighting, and dying in necessary.
Robin, who seemed like Marian to never age, walked up to the teenage rabbit and looked him over. Skippy had grown into a fine young man, very tall for a rabbit--almost as tall as him--with a fine musculature frame years of hard work Skippy bowed humbly before his lord, but Robin just laughed.
"You know that isn't necessary, my friend. We've been through too much for you to have to so such reverence towards me."
Skippy nodded. "It's because we've been through so much that I revere you, My Lord."
Robin embraced the rabbit warmly, and the two hugged. "You just be sure to take care of my Marian for me."
"I promise you that I will protect her with my life."
"Of that I have no doubt," said Robin, and motioned for Marian to come here what he had to say. "Before I leave, I want you to make me a promise."
"Yes, My Lord?" asked Skippy.
Robin gave him a serious look as he gently held Marian's paw. "I want you to obey Marian's every command, understood?"
Skippy bowed before the fox. "I swear on my life I will do as she asks, My Lord!"
"Very good," said Robin as he mounted his horse. "I will see you both again!" he yelled, then road off into the horizon.
Once Robin was out of view, Skippy gave Marian his right paw. "Shall we go indoors, My Lady?"
Marian wrapped her arm around his, "Why thank you, kind sir!" Skippy couldn't help but notice how Marian fluttered her eyelashes at him. The two walked inside the castle, with Marian going to her embroidery and Skippy going about his new duties as steward, always remembering what Robin had told him: Do whatever Marian asks of you.
Weeks went by, and Skippy quickly adjusted to his added responsibilities. Running a castle was no easy task; there were servants who needed to be given orders as to the daily chores, guards who were to be drilled daily on combat exercises and so many other jobs. Though careful not to become arrogant, Skippy felt as though he was performing exemplary. Though something was bothering him.
` Ever since Robin had departed to go to war, Marian had taken to acting strangely around him. It started with the fluttering of her eyelashes at him--almost as though she was enticing him. Though Skippy didn't really put much thought into it at first, the gestures continued, and escalated. Marian would show up unannounced when he was busy practicing sword play, giving him food she had specially prepared for him. There were times when he would be walking about the castle just to keep an eye on things, and run into her. Marin would grin and blow him kisses. Her entire body language had changed. Skippy tried convincing himself that Marian simply missed her husband and was just looking for attention from another male. Upon reaching his conclusion, the rabbit thought it best to confront the vixen when the time was appropriate. Always the gentlemen, Skippy wanted to approach her in such a way that didn't seem confrontational--as though he was challenging her authority as lady of the house. Just as importantly, he didn't want to say anything that would hurt her feelings. They had known each other too long to ever let any ill feelings or misunderstandings come between them.
It took Skippy a few days to try and properly construct the right words to say to her. Confident that he knew what to do, the rabbit walked to his bed chamber. It was late, and he was much in need of rest from his busy schedule. As he walked down the stone hallway, he noticed flickering lights coming from his bedchamber, which was surprising seeing that he always kept his door shut and locked. Putting a paw to the hilt of his sword, he unsheathed the sword he kept on his belt and ran inside.
"Alright, show yourself!" he yelled.
Skippy ran into his room, which had over a dozen wax candles lit, and dancing their luminous dance as the flames flickered about. More importantly than candles that had not previously been there, was Marian standing in his room. Skippy sheathed his sword.
"My Lady, what are you . . ."
Marian quietly hushed him, motioning for him to shut the heavy oak door. Skippy did as he was ordered, shutting the door and hearing the familiar sound of oak and iron slamming into the stone doorway.
"My Lady," said Skippy, his voice low, "what is the meaning of this?"
Marian, dressed in a nightgown, slowly moved towards him, her red fur showing magnificently in the candlelight. Her tail swayed back and forth as she looked at the rabbit with her mysterious vulpine eyes. "Skippy," she began, "how long has Robin been gone?"
"A month today, My Lady."
"Ah, such a loyal, knowledgeable servant I have in my home! Do you not think a month is a long time to be without a husband, Skippy?"
Skippy was feeling very uncomfortable at the moment, but tried as best as he could to conceal it. "I suppose so, My Lady."
Marian was now only inches away from him. "What was the last thing that Robin ordered you to do, hmm?"
Skippy cleared his throat. "He told me that I'm to obey your every command, my lady."
Marian, smiling slyly as only a fox can, put her paws on her nightgown and gently pulled it apart, revealing her bare fur below. "Then come to bed with me, Skippy!"
The rabbit was shocked! Never in his wildest dreams would he have thought his friend--his noble lord--would want him to lie with his wife! He tried to talk his way out of the situation, all the while transfixed by the natural beauty of the vixen. Marian giggled as the young rabbit stumbled over his words. She reached a paw out and tenderly stroked his head. Skippy, now sweating profusely, calmed a bit at the vixen's touch.
"Do you not find me attractive, my handsome bunny?" she asked.
Skippy could never lie to her. "Yes, you are gorgeous, My Lady," he said, his voice no longer quaking.
Marin moved her paw to Skippy's chin, leaned in and kissed him. The two closed their eyes, wanting more and more of each other as the kiss continued. Skippy, his reluctance to make contact with Marian now gone, reached up, grasping the vixen's breasts, making Marian moan at the touch of a young male. She broke the kiss.
"I guess you don't think kissing is sissy stuff anymore, Skippy?"
He couldn't help but show a stupid smile. "No, My Lady." A long pause now followed, but was broken by Marian.
"So, will you lie with me, Skippy?"
"Yes, My Lady," said Skippy with a whisper.
"Such an obedient servant!" joked Marian. Skippy watched as the vixen removed her nightgown, leaving her completely naked. She then carefully, seductively laid down on the rabbit's bed watching him.
"Well," she said, "you're not going to be able to do this with all those clothes on!"
Skippy was so hypnotized by her beauty, he had forgotten his part in the deal. He looked down, realizing he was still fully clothed and managed an awkward laugh.
"Oh, right. I'll take care of that!"
Marian watched as the rabbit undressed, first pulling off his tunic and revealing a very well sculpted body, the abs, pecs, biceps and all other muscles looked perfect to her. Next, Skippy pulled off his breaches, showing his nice hard legs. This left the rabbit with only his loincloth on. Marian motioned him to come over, placing her paw on the top of his garment.
"May I?" she asked politely.
Skippy nodded. He watched as the vixen pulled off his remaining article of clothing. Marian was shocked by what she saw next. Skippy was absolutely huge! His rabbit hood rock hard, pointed directly at Marian.
"Oh my, you are certainly gifted, my young rabbit!" She took a paw, grabbing hold of it and rubbed, causing Skippy to shiver with a feeling like that he had never experienced before, but that was soon overshadowed by the feeling of the vixen's warm, wet tongue licking his member. Skippy's knees went weak, and he almost collapsed as the vixen took his cock into her muzzle, sucking on it as she moaned and whimpered. Not wanting the fun to be over just yet, Marian took the member out of her mouth. Skippy watched as the vixen got on her back, spreading her legs. What more of an invitation could he need?
Skippy climbed upon the bed, getting over Marian, he looked down at the vixen and their eyes met once more. She brought her muzzle up to his long rabbit ear.
"Make love to me, by bunny!"
There was no turning back now. Propping himself up, he lowered his lower half towards the vixen. He looked in between his legs briefly, making sure he was in the correct position. He looked into Marian's eyes as he entered her, watching her expression change from anticipation to pure lust. He too was experiencing that same unbridled lust as the vixen's vaginal walls, wet, and tight squeezed around his member. Though he didn't say a word about it, Skippy was fairly certain Marian knew he had just lost his virginity. Like any healthy adolescent boy, Skippy had paw-off countless times, but this was a new world her was entering. He breathed deep as he slowly moved his cock in and out of her, causing Marian to emit moans of pleasure from his efforts.
"Oh, Skippy, fuck me!"
Ever the obedient rabbit, Skippy went to work. His thrusting quickly went from slow and measured, to erratic and frenzied. He watched as the vixen's large breasts bounced up and down with every thrust of his. Marian clenched her teeth, trying to hold back her impending orgasm, but what the rabbit inside of her was doing was too much. She cried out, her climax washing over her body and sending her to the moon, but even then she wanted more.
Skippy, his body covered in sweat, continued fucking Marian. The vixen begged him to keep going, crying, clawing, almost possessed at their carnal activity. Skippy couldn't take it anymore, he had held back as long as he could to please His Lady, but he was at his end. Shutting his eyes, clenching his teeth, his seed shot out into the vixen, making Marian moan at the feeling of being filled with warm, male seed. .
Exhausted and drained of his seed. Skippy rolled over, panting he looked up at the ceiling, trying to comprehend everything that had taken place just now. He felt Marian nuzzle up against him.
"You were wonderful, my bunny," she said, kissing him on the cheek.
"Thank you, My Lady," he said. "I really enjoyed the experience."
Marian stroked the rabbit's long ears. "Well, if you enjoyed it so much, how about we just make this a normal activity?"
Skippy twitched his nose. "Is that an order, My Lady?"
Marian laughed. "No, it's a request."
Skippy looked over at Marian. "I live to serve you, My Lady. Though I have a favor to ask."
The vixen stroked his ears. "What might that be?"
Skippy grinned. "Before we go to sleep, can I serve you once more?"
Marian, that same vulpine smile showing, looked at him, brushing a paw against his nose. "Permission granted."