The Real Story
				                            The Finale
							
Guards would never pass by the dungeon entrance on the nights Robin would visit. Terrified by the noises that would creep up the cobblestone stairway resembling some ragged monster rather then the spirited, merry fox bandit they all came to secretly love since Prince John took over. They all knew the fox was accepting any torture the sheriff and Sir Hiss gave him, just not what they were doing specifically.

The sheriff, having left once he finished, adjusted his belt buckle and looked around as he finished climbing the stairs out of the dungeon. Feeling like forever since he could breath fresh air again compared to the musky scents stained into the dungeon. Looking up at the sky thinking to himself, it was a good deal. Robin gets to live another day and he gets a little something from the fox every other night to make up for the ear full he gets from his boss, the self acclaimed king, Prince John. His men didn't complain because they liked watching Prince John squirm every time the fox yelled his famous, "Ooh-de-lally!" and shake his tail before disappearing into the forest.

As the wolf strolled away with a pleasant grin across his face Sir Hiss was busy finishing his own pleasures. He stared at the fox's desperate face as his long coils were firmly hugging around Robin's throat. The fox's tongue lolling in a desperate attempt to pant heavily, Hiss did not cut off all the air to his lungs, just restricted it. His reptilian cock was firmly embedded in the vulpines large ear canal, not piercing the drum but hugged pleasantly by the inside of the fox's ear. His coils would shiver and relax before flexing as hard as they could, jerking his snake meat in and out of Robin's ear and jerking his head to the side roughly, forcing a weak grunt from the fox.

Robin was completely exhausted, even if he could resist at this point in their game he was firmly tied down in the stockade still. He never remembered their nights together being so horrible before in his life. Robin of course would get hypnotized by Sir Hiss every night and force him into a pleasurable illusion. He was told it would help stop his scheming vulpine mind from trying to think of a way out of their deal if he enjoyed it. Suffice to say he did enjoy the illusions, the illusion of him and Maid Marion especially, he had to admit the snake was really good at it. However he began to wonder if perhaps the snake was pulling one over on him when he began to fantasize about other males...

At first he was just bathing with his men one day and happened to catch a glance at little John's not so little package and his thoughts somehow ran with it. He shook it off as the heat getting to him but eventually he began to start having dreams. Dreams of himself and males, any male really. It wasn't hard to catch a glimpse of their bits with their flimsy tunics. The dreams would eventually grow more rough and violent and he'd keep waking up with an aching need to release himself. Sometimes he'd even start rubbing himself through his tunic, right in front of his men or if he thinks he's being watched. He just couldn't explain his strange new perverse tendencies...

He grunted as the snakes coils jerked particularly harder and roused him from his absentmindedness, the lack of oxygen and pain the foremost noticeable currently. He could see the snake glaring at him as he winced and let out a ragged whimper, desperate for some kind of illusion before the vile snake's member released it's contents into his head. He felt so dirty, bent over, dripping with his nemesis' cum all over his backside. Running down his legs in thick globs as his now soft member finally retreated into his sheath, having spent it's load into his own hat. He looked into the snake's eyes, desperate for those pleasurable spirals to take him away from all this, to just wake up the next morning having cleaned himself and his memory wiped like before. He'd find a way to deal with being a pervert later, right now he just wanted out of this situation, "Please... I'll do anything..." he whispered hoarsely. The snake's mouth creeping into the most sinister grin one could imagine on such a small creature, and then, the spirals.

Robin let out a pleasant sigh as he stared into the snakes eyes willingly, grateful to be free of his suffering once more. The snake's whispers reaching his ears, but he could not understand them, simply sounding like the hiss of water flowing, right into his mind. Robin's face slowly draws up into a goofy smile, tongue lolled and drooling as he continues to stare, going deeper into the snake's eyes, almost falling into them.

The snake's plan was going perfectly, Robin was literally wrapped around his "fingers" and he was going to finally topple Prince John from his throne and go back to being the well respected treasury keeper. That oaf of a wolf will be sent to jail alongside Prince John after the snake wipes his memories of ever having made the deal with Robin. Then he'll have Robin become his new assistant, after all that musty old treasury could get so lonely. Well, he was going to fix all that, the infamous Robin Hood, who he has had his eyes on since the beginning was going to get a royal pardon of all charges once he finishes the snake's task. Then he'll graciously offer to apprentice himself at the treasury under Sir Hiss to ensure nothing like this ever happens again.

Sir Hiss will accept, publicly as to put him in every one's good graces by giving their hero a second chance at life with an honest job. Privately he'll extort the desperate fox who won't really know why he's so desperate for the job to begin with by propositioning him with sexual advances the fox won't understand how he can enjoy so much. The snake could only grin into the fox's wide eyes as he could practically see his future in the reflection of his own eyes through this bandits eyes.

He was so wrapped up into it that he forgot what was going on and snapped out of his stupor as the familiar feeling of a powerful climax overtook him. More turned on by the control he possessed then by the sexually lewd act of grinding his cock against the vulpines ear drum. Shuddering and gripping the fox's neck a little too tightly he let out a loud hiss, reverberating from the walls around them as the fox continued to smile numbly at the snake as the overflow from the snake's orgasm began to spill down the side of his ear. A warm sticky trail of snake seed running down his cheek and to the tip of his chin before dripping off.

Sir Hiss began to whisper things into Robin's very subconscious, giving him an important set of instructions to follow while making sure all the key words were in place for later. How he was going to investigate the courtyard early in the morning dressed as a harmless old man. Feeding the sheriffs ego so as not to arouse suspicion. Then planning a breakout to free the poor man of god from the gallows as well as the rest of the village. He told Robin how the king would return if he did this and straighten everything out, how he'd wipe the sheriff's memory of all this ever happening if he just did this one last thing. He explained further that Robin would be able to return to the village a free fox, free to join him in the treasury as his assistant and enjoy all the pretty illusions he could handle.

Robin of course could only nod in response, far too busy trying to catch his breath now that the snake was dislodged from his ear and his coils relaxed around his throat. He would have to free his friends from Prince John regardless and if he did this everything would be so much better. He could finally stop being abused by the sheriff every other night and work with Sir Hiss in his treasury, maybe if he's lucky the snake will even let him enjoy an illusion or two. Plus, being a free fox meant he could walk around the village casually now, maybe even find a little fun with some of the men folk, he did enjoy the way the sheriff and Sir Hiss seemed to melt in his mouth... didn't he?

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Time passed and the plan went off without a hitch. Well, except the part where Robin almost died in the fire. Perhaps the snake should have waited to wipe the wolf's memory, he was glad he was right in assuming the fox never needed to make that deal to begin with. He was always right of course, if only Prince John took his advice to heart he wouldn't be breaking rocks with the sheriff right now in jail.

Of course, Robin was pardoned and of course made another completely random move by requesting to work in the treasury. It took everyone a second to realize he asked it, Little John was even more surprised then Maid Marion, who assumed the fox would simply return to his men in the forest with him. He wasn't upset though, he was told he could visit the fox anytime Robin told him and even winked at him making him perk a brow.

Maid Marion was the most upset by Robin's new change in attitude, eventually refusing to see him when she realized how much being a free man had changed him. His old friends weren't too upset though, he would console them privately anytime they began to worry. Little John was the most resistant to Robin's strange new attitude, suspicious of the sly snake since the king returned and he miraculously wasn't punished even if he claimed to be the victim. However, after a long talking to with Sir Hiss he came to the realization that these changes were what was best for Robin now.

Little John strolled out of the treasury. He couldn't quite remember what he was discussing with his old friend Robin and the fox's boss, but he worked up quite a sweat. He was panting softly as he tried to catch his breath and went to rub the sweat from his face when he felt something thicker and stickier then sweat on his paw. He perked a brow and shrugged as he wiped the rest of the strange clear fluid from his lips before going back to the forest. He needed a bath, he thought as he oddly rubbed at his aching sheath, feeling as if he just had a giant climax for some reason...

Meanwhile back in the treasury the fox was hiding under the desk, standing on his shoulders with his paws keeping himself balanced, his rump high in the air dripping with his old friend's seed. He had a goofy grin on his face and his eyes had a strangely vacant look as his body jerked with the force of the snakes thrust. Nearly half of the snakes body disappearing inside the fox's stretched and dripping tail hole with each thrust. Sir Hiss was hissing pleasantly as he listened to the slick noise of his scales pumping into the ex-bandits rear end over and over. Forcing that dopey bruin's semen out around his own body and down onto Robin's face, the bear having stretched the fox open enough where as not much force was needed to push himself in. He was sure he contributed twice already to the mess the bear made inside the fox but could not be sure, struggling to keep a straight face on, for him anyway, should anyone come inside. 

The desk blocking any view of the fox from any guests and the fox kept remarkably quiet despite how abused his insides were, thanks to one of Hiss's commands. Robin's own cock having already erupted a couple times all over his face, leaving his facial fur matted and musky. Who would've thought Sir Hiss would happen to be into all the perverse things he recently began to enjoy? It was almost too good to be true...

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Eventually Robin's mind was completely moulded by the sly serpent's will and the Hero of Sherwood Forest willingly became his sex toy. Not exclusively of course, he did enjoy watching the fox squirm in other people's laps. Now Sir Hiss counts the villages money and keeps careful record of the economy while enjoying the odd distraction from his apprentice... And that's the real story of Robin Hood, the fox who stole from the rich and gave to the poor during a tyrannical leader's dictatorship before submitting himself to an honest day's work in the treasury under his new master, Sir Hiss.