Another story made for a Cushy Pen picture, this time starring classic furry bait Disney character Maid Marion! Cover art is a cropped image of the Cushy Pen upload, made by a wonderful artist who wishes to remain anonymous at this time.
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Ancient tree tips, insects and the occasional bird were the only things one should expect to see from a castle spire some fifty feet off the ground, but then again her suitor had made a lifestyle of being distinctly unxpected. A shadow flitting across the window, followed by some orange fur fluttering down, betrayed his discrete presence. “Perhaps if you brushed like Lady Kluck keeps asking you to, your winter sheddings wouldn’t give you away,” she called out while drawing a pink blouse over her vulpine body.
A chuckle came from the open sky, followed by a whoosh as her visitor swung in on a length of rope. “The old hen is free to preen herself, but this Robin is quite happy to let nature take its course,” he said after gracefully touching down upon the thick carpet in her room, followed by a flourished bow. “Doth thine finery prithee thyself, illustrious Maiden Marion of Nottingham?”
Marion couldn’t help but snort. “Indeed it does, noble Robin of Hood!”
“I don’t think that’s how my name works now,” Robin replied with a smirk.
“And I think that your use of ‘prithee’ would have made my teacher faint! It’ll be some time yet before I can civilize you enough for the court, I think.” Indeed, she couldn’t help but look at his mussed appearance and think Robin had some ways to go before he was handsome. He steadfastly refused to button his doublet up past his chest, his pants were rolled up, boots scuffed from scaling the tower, and one could be forgiven for thinking the green bycocket hat the fox wore was permanently sewn onto his head.
Of course, what he lacked when it came to being handsome he made up for in spades with being downright dashing. A thick tuft of fur poking out from his freed chest, an acrobat’s pair of legs, feet that could pull her into whirlwind dance, and a cap with a thousand rollicking stories of derring-do underneath it. It would take time to mould Robin Hood into an upstanding noble, but Marion could at least take solace in the fact he’d be an excellent lover until then
He leaned against the windowsill and gave a dismissive wave. “I think it’s less me being ready for them as it is them being ready for me but, if I must be tamed, only a maiden as fair as yourself could do so~” Robin shifted to cross his legs as a breeze ruffled his fur. “Speaking of maidens, what exactly is it you’re getting dressed for again? I’m afraid I haven’t quite caught up on all the different occasions for parties and holidays the upper crust have just yet.”
“Because every day out in the forest was a party for you?”
“You said it, not I.”
“Well, if you must know...” Marion paused to pull her lavender dress down over the blouse and petticoats protecting her modesty. “...this is part of the spring harvest festival. As the fiefdom’s maiden, my innocence and purity is to be spread across the land to ensure a bountiful harvest and prosperity for the land. And so I dance across the fields and through the forests with a song on my lips and a wish in my wake~ Or at least, that’s how Lady Kluck described it to me when I was young.”
Robin had always been one to put more stock in himself and a full quiver than tributes and prayer, and Marion could see him swallow down what would have otherwise been a pithy quip. “Well, if it helps the farmers sleep at night, I suppose it’s a good cause.” It was just one small step to making him more agreeable company with royalty, but she was proud nevertheless.
Marion decided to reward him with a little skirt lift, revealing her ankles. “Would you like to see what else is part of the ceremony~?”
His ears immediately perked up. “O-oh? Well, as your soon-to-be-betrothed it’s only natural I take an interest in your roles and duties...”
“Well, if you insist!” She yanked the skirt up, unveiling what was underneath.
Robin’s face took a few delicious moments to fade from anticipation to confusion and Marion did her best to remember every expression inbetween; it wasn’t often she got to surprise the wily ex-outlaw, after all. Finally, he managed to choke out, “Is that a... nappy?”
She couldn’t help but blush, if only for a moment. “Yes, it is. It’s quite chaste, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Ah, yes, I suppose it is, isn’t it?” He looked as if he had just been beaten in an archery contest by Hiss the snake.
She savoured Robin deflating for a few more seconds before letting the skirt back down and sashaying over. “And after we get married and have a child, well, by definition I won’t be Maiden Marion anymore...” The perky ears she so loved to play with returned, along with a wagging tail. “And before you ask, it’s part of the whole ‘innocence and purity’ ideal.”
“Of course, of course! That said, are you sure getting so close to me is a good idea? I’m not exactly an upstanding law-abiding citizen, you know~” His eyebrows waggled, a feat she loved and envied in equal measure.
With deft hands she buttoned up Robin’s shirt and straightened his hat. “Of course, but that’s nothing some classes on formality and several baths can’t fix.” She took his hand and began to lead him back down the tower the proper way, with significantly less rope involved.
He laughed and said, “And how exactly do you plan on getting me into a tub?”
“I think I’ll just ask Little John to have a few sparring matches with you on that log you so love. If I’m lucky, you'll both end up in the stream!”
“Hmm, actually, that’s quite devious. Are you sure you’re innocent?”
Marion looked back as they stepped out into the courtyard. “Can’t wash off someone else’s dirt without getting a little on yourself~” she replied with a wink.
Any further banter was cut off by Lady Kluck’s approach. A great deal of fussing followed, making sure that every layer of the petticoat was in order and, to their mutual embarrassment, that the ceremonial nappy was in place. Once the hen was satisfied, she let the pair continue to the castle gates, although she stubbornly remained between them, throwing the occasional glance at Robin as if he could steal the fair Maiden away at any time.
Of course, he very well could, but that was besides the point as far as Marion was concerned; he’d already stolen her heart, after all.
“Now, you be careful out there!” Kluck declared as they approached the towering oak-and-iron gate. Without missing a beat, she whirled on Robin and, feather pointing up at his chin, ordered, “And don’t think that just because you’re a sly fox that you can get away with being a peeping tomcat! You’ll stay right here on the battlements with me and we’ll wish her a safe harvest ceremony together.”
He put his hands up. “If it’ll unruffle your feathers I’ll stay up here and even watch the sunset with you.”
“Tempted as I am by the offer, that much isn’t necessary,” she replied with a wink.
Marion couldn’t help but giggle at the exchange; there were few others that could put Robin on the backfoot when it came to verbal jousting, but Lady Kluck’s forwardness proved to be more than a match for his shrewd wordplay. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back to save you soon, Robin~”
He waved back as the pair ascended the battlement stairs. “Verily, may thou return with all haste, for I am in the direst of circumstances!”
Kluck tittered. “Don’t push it, or we’ll see just how well you can flap, Robin.”
“Believe me, one high dive into the moat was quite enough...”
The gates opened and Marion pranced out into the countryside, accompanied by cheers and well wishes from the townsfolk lining the road as she went by. She greeted each one by name: Little John, Robin’s steadfast bear companion; Skippy and his fellow rabbit siblings Sis and Tagalong, along with their friend Toby Turtle; Friar Tuck and his mouse congregation... From the most imposing rhino guard to the smallest churchmouse, she delivered her blessing. By the time she’d moved from the town to the countryside the sun had passed its zenith.
Still, she felt invigorated; it was rare she could leave the castle without a retinue of guards following closely behind, to laugh and spin and frolic in the fields as freely as in her all-too-short kit years. Of course, the frolicking wasn’t the only thing that brought back memories of her youth.
It always took her some time to get used to the cloth nappy, the subtle bulk pushing her legs apart and the snug fit from its pinned waistband. All her poise and grace couldn’t quite hide the slight waddle it introduced although she was perfectly fine with that. In fact, it was one of her favourite aspects of the garment, an excuse to not be perfect, to laugh and play without judgement. It was intended to be for show, and show it she did as she fulfilled her role as maiden.
...Of course, even though it was meant to be for show, it was just as capable of fulfilling its role as she was. If she went through a few streams, well, no one would be the wiser...
After all, even a pure and innocent maiden had to indulge their whims once in a while.
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Ancient tree tips, insects and the occasional bird were the only things one should expect to see from a castle spire some fifty feet off the ground, but then again her suitor had made a lifestyle of being distinctly unxpected. A shadow flitting across the window, followed by some orange fur fluttering down, betrayed his discrete presence. “Perhaps if you brushed like Lady Kluck keeps asking you to, your winter sheddings wouldn’t give you away,” she called out while drawing a pink blouse over her vulpine body.
A chuckle came from the open sky, followed by a whoosh as her visitor swung in on a length of rope. “The old hen is free to preen herself, but this Robin is quite happy to let nature take its course,” he said after gracefully touching down upon the thick carpet in her room, followed by a flourished bow. “Doth thine finery prithee thyself, illustrious Maiden Marion of Nottingham?”
Marion couldn’t help but snort. “Indeed it does, noble Robin of Hood!”
“I don’t think that’s how my name works now,” Robin replied with a smirk.
“And I think that your use of ‘prithee’ would have made my teacher faint! It’ll be some time yet before I can civilize you enough for the court, I think.” Indeed, she couldn’t help but look at his mussed appearance and think Robin had some ways to go before he was handsome. He steadfastly refused to button his doublet up past his chest, his pants were rolled up, boots scuffed from scaling the tower, and one could be forgiven for thinking the green bycocket hat the fox wore was permanently sewn onto his head.
Of course, what he lacked when it came to being handsome he made up for in spades with being downright dashing. A thick tuft of fur poking out from his freed chest, an acrobat’s pair of legs, feet that could pull her into whirlwind dance, and a cap with a thousand rollicking stories of derring-do underneath it. It would take time to mould Robin Hood into an upstanding noble, but Marion could at least take solace in the fact he’d be an excellent lover until then
He leaned against the windowsill and gave a dismissive wave. “I think it’s less me being ready for them as it is them being ready for me but, if I must be tamed, only a maiden as fair as yourself could do so~” Robin shifted to cross his legs as a breeze ruffled his fur. “Speaking of maidens, what exactly is it you’re getting dressed for again? I’m afraid I haven’t quite caught up on all the different occasions for parties and holidays the upper crust have just yet.”
“Because every day out in the forest was a party for you?”
“You said it, not I.”
“Well, if you must know...” Marion paused to pull her lavender dress down over the blouse and petticoats protecting her modesty. “...this is part of the spring harvest festival. As the fiefdom’s maiden, my innocence and purity is to be spread across the land to ensure a bountiful harvest and prosperity for the land. And so I dance across the fields and through the forests with a song on my lips and a wish in my wake~ Or at least, that’s how Lady Kluck described it to me when I was young.”
Robin had always been one to put more stock in himself and a full quiver than tributes and prayer, and Marion could see him swallow down what would have otherwise been a pithy quip. “Well, if it helps the farmers sleep at night, I suppose it’s a good cause.” It was just one small step to making him more agreeable company with royalty, but she was proud nevertheless.
Marion decided to reward him with a little skirt lift, revealing her ankles. “Would you like to see what else is part of the ceremony~?”
His ears immediately perked up. “O-oh? Well, as your soon-to-be-betrothed it’s only natural I take an interest in your roles and duties...”
“Well, if you insist!” She yanked the skirt up, unveiling what was underneath.
Robin’s face took a few delicious moments to fade from anticipation to confusion and Marion did her best to remember every expression inbetween; it wasn’t often she got to surprise the wily ex-outlaw, after all. Finally, he managed to choke out, “Is that a... nappy?”
She couldn’t help but blush, if only for a moment. “Yes, it is. It’s quite chaste, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Ah, yes, I suppose it is, isn’t it?” He looked as if he had just been beaten in an archery contest by Hiss the snake.
She savoured Robin deflating for a few more seconds before letting the skirt back down and sashaying over. “And after we get married and have a child, well, by definition I won’t be Maiden Marion anymore...” The perky ears she so loved to play with returned, along with a wagging tail. “And before you ask, it’s part of the whole ‘innocence and purity’ ideal.”
“Of course, of course! That said, are you sure getting so close to me is a good idea? I’m not exactly an upstanding law-abiding citizen, you know~” His eyebrows waggled, a feat she loved and envied in equal measure.
With deft hands she buttoned up Robin’s shirt and straightened his hat. “Of course, but that’s nothing some classes on formality and several baths can’t fix.” She took his hand and began to lead him back down the tower the proper way, with significantly less rope involved.
He laughed and said, “And how exactly do you plan on getting me into a tub?”
“I think I’ll just ask Little John to have a few sparring matches with you on that log you so love. If I’m lucky, you'll both end up in the stream!”
“Hmm, actually, that’s quite devious. Are you sure you’re innocent?”
Marion looked back as they stepped out into the courtyard. “Can’t wash off someone else’s dirt without getting a little on yourself~” she replied with a wink.
Any further banter was cut off by Lady Kluck’s approach. A great deal of fussing followed, making sure that every layer of the petticoat was in order and, to their mutual embarrassment, that the ceremonial nappy was in place. Once the hen was satisfied, she let the pair continue to the castle gates, although she stubbornly remained between them, throwing the occasional glance at Robin as if he could steal the fair Maiden away at any time.
Of course, he very well could, but that was besides the point as far as Marion was concerned; he’d already stolen her heart, after all.
“Now, you be careful out there!” Kluck declared as they approached the towering oak-and-iron gate. Without missing a beat, she whirled on Robin and, feather pointing up at his chin, ordered, “And don’t think that just because you’re a sly fox that you can get away with being a peeping tomcat! You’ll stay right here on the battlements with me and we’ll wish her a safe harvest ceremony together.”
He put his hands up. “If it’ll unruffle your feathers I’ll stay up here and even watch the sunset with you.”
“Tempted as I am by the offer, that much isn’t necessary,” she replied with a wink.
Marion couldn’t help but giggle at the exchange; there were few others that could put Robin on the backfoot when it came to verbal jousting, but Lady Kluck’s forwardness proved to be more than a match for his shrewd wordplay. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back to save you soon, Robin~”
He waved back as the pair ascended the battlement stairs. “Verily, may thou return with all haste, for I am in the direst of circumstances!”
Kluck tittered. “Don’t push it, or we’ll see just how well you can flap, Robin.”
“Believe me, one high dive into the moat was quite enough...”
The gates opened and Marion pranced out into the countryside, accompanied by cheers and well wishes from the townsfolk lining the road as she went by. She greeted each one by name: Little John, Robin’s steadfast bear companion; Skippy and his fellow rabbit siblings Sis and Tagalong, along with their friend Toby Turtle; Friar Tuck and his mouse congregation... From the most imposing rhino guard to the smallest churchmouse, she delivered her blessing. By the time she’d moved from the town to the countryside the sun had passed its zenith.
Still, she felt invigorated; it was rare she could leave the castle without a retinue of guards following closely behind, to laugh and spin and frolic in the fields as freely as in her all-too-short kit years. Of course, the frolicking wasn’t the only thing that brought back memories of her youth.
It always took her some time to get used to the cloth nappy, the subtle bulk pushing her legs apart and the snug fit from its pinned waistband. All her poise and grace couldn’t quite hide the slight waddle it introduced although she was perfectly fine with that. In fact, it was one of her favourite aspects of the garment, an excuse to not be perfect, to laugh and play without judgement. It was intended to be for show, and show it she did as she fulfilled her role as maiden.
...Of course, even though it was meant to be for show, it was just as capable of fulfilling its role as she was. If she went through a few streams, well, no one would be the wiser...
After all, even a pure and innocent maiden had to indulge their whims once in a while.
Category Story / Baby fur
Species Fox (Other)
Gender Multiple characters
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I wanna know if she gets changed by Robbin or if Robbin gets diapered by her and they both baby each other as well as bathe each other or vise versa on either one of them if you wanna make this a sequel to this though btw lemme know ok?
Feel free to watch me to see when I post a new one, if you haven't watched me already ;)
very nicely written. i actually enjoyed the verbal jousting between robin and cluck. ^^
Glad to hear it. Banner is one of the things I enjoy waiting the most~
robin and marian's one of my favorite couple in diapers ^^ second before Tod and Vixey.
Sounds like I made the right choice, then~
I was surprised by the lack of pictures with them in this fetish, actually.
I was surprised by the lack of pictures with them in this fetish, actually.
Thanks a bunch. I felt like I was cheating a little just name-dropping the supporting cast into a passing paragraph, but I'm glad it helped bring back find memories of the movie for you~
Why would you link us to the sauce to a payed website? You should be arrested.
Because that's where it's posted. You can pay, or you can wait and hope the artist posts it themselves after a year~
https://youtu.be/L-LyFMCIpok
https://youtu.be/L-LyFMCIpok
You know, I would love to see a story about an interaction between Robin and lady kluck. She would be quite the armful
Heh, that would certainly be a good vehicle for banter, at the very least~
Unfortunately, I tried to look at the full thumbnail of the story, I clicked on the link and the page didn't exist! Mind posting the image?
I'm afraid the image isn't mine to post. It can be seen on Cushy Pen, although that requires a subscription to the website.
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