C. C.'s Robin Hood, part 1

I'd been sitting on this story for a while, and originally wanted to uploaded it when it was complete, but I haven't been feeling well and thought this was better than uploading nothing. I'll be finishing up the patreon voted story and other early access content this weekend to try and get back on schedule.

A porn parody of Disney's Robin Hood (1973), features slapstick humiliation and male on male noncon.

Trumpets rang out over the forest. Prince John's procession marched through the path. The trumpeting elephant soldiers led the processions, followed by his rhino guards puling his solid gold coach.

Robin and Little John watched over the leaves of the trees. Robin's fox tail wagged, and his hips swayed from side to side with excitement. His tunic rode up and his round fuzzy buttcheeks poked out. The front of his tunic rose up slightly, his penis grew out of its furry sheath and prodded at the fabric.

"Oh ho ho ho..." He chuckled. "Looks like another collection day for the poor!"

Little John placed his hat over his heart. "Sweet charity!"

***

"Oo- De-Lally~! Oo-De-Lally! Fortune tellers!"

Robin and Little John called to the oncoming procession by the side of the road. They were dressed like stereotypical fortune tellers: hooped earring and kerchiefs and colorful dresses.

"Fortunes forecast! Lucky charms!" Little John called out, bouncing a crystal ball in his hand.

In Prince John's chariot, Prince John and Sir Hiss peered through the curtains. Prince John rung his hands in amusement.

"Fortune tellers! How droll! Stop the coach!"

The coach screeched to a halt.

"Sire, they may be bandits," Sir Hiss whispered.

"Oh poppycock. Female bandits? Rubbish!" Prince John rolled his eyes, not knowing that Robin's impressive cock was fully erect under his dress.

Little John and Robin curtseyed, and Prince John held out his hands. "My dear ladies, you have the permission to kiss the royal hands, whichever you like."

The hands were covered in shining jeweled rings, rubies and sapphires and emeralds. Robin and Little John were fairly drooling as they looked at the Prince's paws.

"Oh! How gracious and generous!" Robin said, slipping a large ring off the Prince's hand and giving him a little kiss on the knuckle.

Sir Hiss gasped while the prince had his eyes closed, oblivious. "Sire! Sire!" He hissed into Prince John's ear, tickling him with his forked tongue. "Did you see what they-"

Prince John giggled, "Stop! Stop hissing in my ear!"

Little John knelt down and kissed three rings on the prince's other hand, with each kiss, a giant gemstone disappeared. He smiled at Sir Hiss, showing the gemstones shining on his teeth.

With horror, Sir Hiss reached up to Prince John's ear and stammered into it incoherently.

"GaaK!" Prince John recoiled. He grabbed Hiss by the neck and growled in his face. "Oh! You've hissed your last, Hiss!"

He tied Hiss's neck in a knot, gagging him, and shoved him into the snake's basket before setting a crate on top of him. Hiss seethed while squashed inside his new home

Robin chuckled and stepped into the carriage, drawing the curtains closed. "Masterfully done, your excellency!"

"Now close your eyes and concentrate! Tight shut! No peeking, Sire!"

Prince John closed his eyes in the dimly lit carriage, but he fidgeted with barely contained excitement.

Robin waved his hands around.

"The mists of time! Come forth spirits! Yoo Hoo~!"

Outside the carriage, Little John passed a large, club-like stick to Robin. He waited, listening at the curtains until a sudden WHACK! broke the silence. John peeked in and covered his face to hide a chuckle.

The prince was out cold, slumped over on his face with little stars dancing around his head. His eyes were crossed, and a stupid grin was plastered on his face.

With a big grin on his own face, Robin passed Little John a large bag of gold through the curtain. Little John took the bag and slipped it into the cleavage of his costume. His eyes then turned down to the wheels of the chariot.

"Solid gold hubcaps!" he smirked.

With his back to the hubcaps, Little John squatted and began to unscrew them, one right after another.

Meanwhile, Prince John had been stripped to his long johns. Robin was wearing the prince's royal robe and tunic over his fortune teller outfit like a gypsy queen. Grabbing another bag of gold, Robin was about to make his escape, but then he noticed that the flap of the Prince John's long johns were hanging open and the prince's tight, peachy little buttcheeks were poking out.

"Oo- De-Lally..." Robin said, licking his lips; the prince may be a despot and a numbskull, but he did have a delectable little ass.

Robin crouched down and dove his muzzle in between the cheeks. His touch lapped at the opening, slipping inside and widening it, tasting the bitterness of Prince John's asshole. The prince, ticklish, giggled in his sleep.

Robin wiped his mouth of the sleeve of the prince's robe.

"Let it never be said that Robin Hood skipped foreplay..." he said to himself with a wry grin. Then, he lifted up his robe and tunic, and his eight inch, bright red cock sprang forward. It was leaking, slick with anticipation. Its base was wider, a meaty cork, and huge, fuzzy balls dangled under it.

Robin gripped Prince John's buns and with a grunt drove his dick inside. Robin moaned, taking in the tight warmness of Prince John's ass as his sensitive member violated its depths. He stood on his tip toes, driving his full weight into his dick and began humping furiously, the meaty sound of fucking filling the carriage.

Prince John grimaced in his unconsciousness. His body shook from Robin's faster and more energetic thrusts. His eyes slowly opened as he was shook awake and became aware, suddenly, of the lancing pain of a rock hard dick sliding in and out of him, stretching him open.

"OowwWWW! My rrrrear! The royal RRreear! Unhand me at once! The Royal Rear is not meant to be treated this wa-AAAiieeEE!"

Prince John's face formed a wide-eyed, stunned grimace as Robin shoved his knot into the prince's tight ass with a cartoon POP sound. The prince's asshole was stretched farther than before, plugged tight by the invading fox's member.

“OOOWWHHhhh!! Ohhh nooo!” the Prince moaned and wailed incoherently, twitching, his brain broken by the invading fox cock. His own lion dick rose awkwardly in his long johns, half-erect and prodding at the cloth, forced awake against his will.

Robin leaned over and grabbed the long stick and whacked the prince on the head again. Birds fluttered around Prince John's head, and he slumped back down to the floor with a slack grin.

Robin gripped and kneaded the prince's ass cheeks with his fingers. He wriggled, grinding his dick against every possible surface of the Prince’s warm, textured rectum. His balls squelched and pumped, emptying stream after stream of cum into Prince John's ass. Robin shuddered and glowed with bliss.

"OHhh Ooo- De- Lallleeee," He moaned, leaning his head back with a big smile.

***

Costume swelling and clinking with hubcaps and coins, Little John rushed away from the carriage. At the same time, Robin leapt through the curtains, a devilish, but relaxed smile on his face and a bag of gold in his hand.

He took off, immediately colliding with Little John. Coins exploded from both of them, and they scrambled to pick them up from the ground.

While they tried to pick up as many coins as possible. The curtains opened and Prince John staggered out. He gripped his sore ass with one hand. Fox cum leaked out from his cheeks and dripped onto the carriage floor. The front of his long johns were tenting from his erect dick and the cotton fabric was wet with precum.

"Buggered!" he shouted, pointing at the now fleeing bandits. "I've been buggered! Hiss! You're never around when I need you!"

Hiss squeezed his way out of a hole in the side of the basket, barely making his way through with a pop, and looked at the Prince who pouted, defeated.

"I've been buggered."

"Of course you've been buggered!" Hiss said, noting the lion’s cum soaked ass crack.

"Oo- de- lally! Oo- de- lally!" Robin shouted, a victory cry, as he and Little John scurried into the forest.

"After them you fools!" Prince John screamed. The carriage took off, but the wheels spun off their axels and the carriage dipped and careened and crashed into the muddy street. Prince John and Sir Hiss were flung out the back of the carriage and splatted belly first into the mud. His procession, single minded in their pursuit of Robin Hood, charged over him, trampling him into the mud. One rhino slammed it foot down on the prince's lower back, causing a long stream of fox cum to squirt out of Prince John's stinging, sore asshole like a geyser.

The squashed prince slowly rose up from the mud, staggering to his feet for just a second before he fell flat on his face again.

PPHHrrtt

He farted another spurt of white cum out of his butt.

"No! No! No!" Prince John whined, throwing a tantrum in the mud, splashing around with his fists.

"I knew it! I knew this would happen!" Hiss ranted, slithering up to him. "But you didn't listen!"

The prince glowered and picked up a discarded mirror, raising it over his head.

"AH!" Hiss yelped in protest "Ss-Seven years bad-"

CRRASHH

The mirror was crashed over Hiss's head, and he swayed, dazed.

"Luck." he said, finishing his sentence.