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The Feet of His Hero For 3rdHarleyJoe By Draconicon

Skippy paused at the edge of the forest, knowing that he was passing from the relative 'safety' of Nottingham to the more dangerous areas outside of it. Not that the people in Sherwood Forest were that dangerous; in fact, they were probably a lot safer - at least for him - than the people in Nottingham.

No, it was more the fact that all the wolves and boars and everything else that hunted little bunnies like him lived in the woods, and while he loved to play that he was a great hunter and fighter, he knew better than to think he could handle them.

Still, he had something he wanted to do, and as long as he was careful, he was pretty sure that he'd be fine...pretty sure.

With a toy bow on his back, the bunny made his way through the undergrowth, taking great care to keep to the bases of the trees and never stray too far out into the open. He didn't want to make himself a target, and all of this was what Robin Hood had taught him to keep safe. So far, it worked.

Robin Hood...

His thoughts turned towards his hero, and the seven year old bunny smiled as he walked through the woods. All the times that Robin had gone up against the Sheriff of Nottingham, all the times that he had helped the people and gotten them the money and the means to make it through another season while their king was away...it was the stuff of legends, and it was the stuff of heroes.

And he wanted nothing more than to help Robin and his merry men on their adventures, but Robin kept turning him away.

"When you're older," was the ever-present excuse, something that rankled every single time that he heard it. He was seven years old already, and he had a bow that worked. He could shoot at things. He could help.

That bravado kept up for perhaps another minute or two before reality came crashing down. The growl of a wolf caught his attention, and he immediately froze, stepping back among the roots of one of the bigger trees and ducking down behind it. Only his tiny size kept him from being seen around it, and that saved his life.

A wolf stepped out from the bushes about twenty feet away, and Skippy stared at it as it paced around, its nose poking up in the air. It sniffed around a few times, and he swore that it was going to have bunny chops for dinner...before it finally walked away.

He let out a slow, shaky sigh as it stepped out of sight, and leaned back against the root.

Some fighter I am...can't even get up to shoot a wolf, he thought to himself. And he had the perfect opportunity. He had the bow, he had the arrows...

But he didn't have quite the courage to pull that one off. He didn't have the guts that Robin Hood did, fighting the Sheriff. If he couldn't do something that simple, how could he actually help his idol?

The question left him in a sour mood as he got up and kept walking. He picked up the pace; the wolf had slowed him down by a fair bit, and he needed to get to Robin before the sun went down.

A clearing off the river, just past the two trees that look like the letter Y, but before finding the rock that looks like the Sheriff's head. That was where Robin's special clearing was, where the fox spent his time when he wasn't leading his men or making life miserable for the Sheriff, Skippy knew. He'd heard Robin tell his mom about that sometime, when the fox was giving her some money, and where she could find him if she needed to get help.

Skippy didn't need help...but he did want to see his hero again.

He crossed the river with a couple hops, his bare feet easily able to get a grip on the slippery rocks, and his legs strong enough to boost him over the waters despite his age. The rabbit crawled up the riverbank, and quickly spotted the trees that Robin had mentioned.

Yep, looks just like a Y, Skippy thought as he looked them over, smiling a bit as he walked around them. He felt a little proud of himself, and why not? Not everyone in the village knew how to spell, or even their letters, but he did.

He took a quick turn past the trees, and he found the clearing that Robin had been talking about. It wasn't a big one, but it was relatively good sized, big enough for maybe a dozen people to rest in and see the sky, catch a breath of fresh air, or just have a good time.

At the moment, though, only Robin Hood was there. The fox was relaxing, leaning back against one of the tree trunks and looking like he was taking a nap, the way that his hat was leaning over his eyes. His clothes were loose and a bit dirty - probably from some hunting - and his feet were up on a rock, the tips of his shoes curled slightly as though he were curling his toes inside.

Despite his eagerness to spend time with his hero, Skippy paused at the edge of the clearing, just staring at Robin instead. He tapped his fingers together, wondering if he should really bother his hero right now. After all, he had been busy; just yesterday, Robin had taken a good hundred gold away from Prince John, and a few of them had made their way into the hands of his family. He should let the fox rest.

At the same time...

Skippy blushed as he looked at the hero. He didn't know why, but he just wanted to do...something. He wanted to give Robin something back. The experience with the wolf had told him that he'd never be able to fight - at least, not for a long time. He couldn't help the fox that way, but he needed to do something.

His breath caught in his throat as he saw the fox stand up, and he ducked back down into the bushes.

Did he hear me? I'm not supposed to be here, I know but...

However, it seemed that he had gone unnoticed. If anything, Robin just seemed to be stretching his legs, getting comfortable again. Skippy's eyes widened as Robin reached down, pulling off his shoes and tossing them to the side.

"Mmmph. All that running...Really makes a fox sore."

The bunny watched as Robin started rubbing his own feet, rubbing his thumbs along the underside. Somehow, something about seeing those red soles, the way that the toes seemed to bounce and flicker, left him blushing a little bit. He felt a stirring in his belly, something...he didn't exactly know what it was, but it was exciting.

But whatever the feeling was, he had an idea. Hopping forward before he could stop himself, Skippy stepped into the clearing.

"Robin Hood!"

The fox was halfway back on his feet before the bunny had gotten the first word out, only to pause and chuckle as their eyes met.

"What are you doing out here, Skippy? I thought you were trying to be a pest for the guards today."

"Well, I was being a pest. I even sent two of them running off of the bridge after a coin purse."

"Oo-de-lolly, what a day. How did you do that?"

"I just shot one of my arrows through the coin purses they were carrying, and -"

"Ha, and over they went, right? It's a classic, isn't it?"

"Yes!"

They shared a laugh as Skippy finally got closer to his idol, looking at him. He was such a magnificent person, someone who cared so much about everyone else...and yet, he didn't seem to get anyone to care for him. Except Maid Marian, he guessed, but that didn't really count. They weren't together, she was locked up by the Sheriff, and they never really got to see each other.

It made him want to do something more than ever. Before he could open his mouth, though, Robin sat down again, and - embarrassingly - poked him with one toe.

"So, why are you here, really?"

"I, um...I wanted to try and do something for you."

"Heh, I've already told you, you can't really help me in this fight. You do most when you're helping take care of your mother."

"Yeah, but she's got all my sisters to do that."

"Skippy, that doesn't mean that you can't help her. You know that you're needed there."

"Yeah, but - but you need people too."

"I have Little John and everyone else for that."

"Yeah? Well, why are you out here all alone, then? Why are you here, when people could be taking care of you?"

Skippy felt his cheeks starting to burn, but he couldn't stop himself. He warmed to his subject faster than he expected.

"Why aren't you getting all the stuff that a hero deserves? People waiting on you, cheering for you, doing things for you? I mean, you're out here all on your own, and you don't even have someone to rub your feet for you!"

"Well, I haven't exactly won the fight yet. I'm not -"

"Don't say that you're not a hero!"

Skippy shook his head, looking down at the fox's bare feet. Just looking at them gave him another flutter in the pit of his stomach, but this time he didn't resist it. He just reached out, grabbing one by the ankle and holding it tight. Robin blinked, twitching his leg as if he was trying to pull it back, but the bunny hung on tight.

He held onto the heel, in particular, digging his thumbs in as he started rubbing it. He had a little experience with this; one of the ways that he took care of his mom was to give her foot massages when she was tired, helping her to relax, so he hoped he could do as well for his hero.

"You...you do a lot. Prince John scares us all, but you...you make us happy again. You keep us alive. Mom says bless you, and I hear so many people saying thank you, but you're never around to hear it. You...you should be."

He dug his fingers into the fox's sole, and heard a soft grunt from Robin. Knowing that it was usually a good sound, he kept rubbing, massaging. The feeling of the soft soles against his fingers - surprisingly smooth, considering all the running Robin Hood did - left him blushing a little bit.

"You're a hero. And...and if I can't help fight, then I can at least help you feel good when you're getting a rest. And I won't take no for an answer."

"Skippy -"

"I said -"

"Hey, I'm not saying no here. I'm just saying that maybe you should move a little higher. It's really sore along the middle."

A little surprised that Robin was giving in so easily, Skippy moved his fingers without protest. He could feel the muscles and the other stuff in the foot moving around with the simple massage, spreading the tension out. The skin itself was surprisingly smooth, and so soft under his fingers.

That tingling, fluttery feeling in his stomach was spreading down and around, and he felt a different feeling down in his crotch. He blushed as he felt his tunic starting to shift, and adjusted himself so that he was more on his knees, using them to keep the blue cloth from spreading too far.

"Something wrong?"

"No, no, nothing! Just getting more comfortable."

He barely knew what it was; he just knew that his mother said it happened early with all bunnies, and that he didn't need to worry about it as long as he kept it covered up. So that's what he'd do.

Still, it felt so weird to be getting stiff down there when he was touching the fox's soles. Even if they were rather big...and soft...and...

A chance sniff brought a soft smell of musk to his nose, a few steps down from sweat, and Skippy shivered. He blushed, but Robin only chuckled.

"Hey, you were the one that wanted to rub them, Skippy. What do you expect when I've been wearing shoes and running around all day?"

"I..."

He didn't know what to say. It wasn't a bad smell, like Robin seemed to be teasing him for. It was just...hot. Hot and strong and...potent. He blushed, unable to resist taking another sniff, and then another, gradually getting more and more of it in his nose.

Despite himself, he couldn't stop, and soon he was sniffing right above the toes. At first, Robin was too busy enjoying the massage to see it - or how it was affecting him down below his tunic - but it didn't last forever. He was just about to nudge his nose under Robin's toes to get a good sniff there when the fox opened his eyes and saw what he was doing.

"What - oh, Skippy...Is that why you're really here?"

"I - I don't know what you're talking about."

"Come, come. You know I'm not going to get you in trouble. Did you have something you really wanted?"

"I...I don't know. I just know...I like this."

"You like playing with my feet, hmm?"

"...Yes."

"Do you like sniffing them, too?"

"Yes..."

"Heh. If only..."

He cocked his head to the side.

"If only what, sir?"

"Never mind. But if you like the smell and the look, I think you might like the taste, too."

"You mean -"

"Yes, I do. Why don't you take a lick between the toes there, Skippy? I think you'll like it...And besides, you were sneaking all those sniffs, so I think you owe me."

The rabbit looked down at those red toes, seeing how they were already a little bit damp. He'd smelled sweaty people before, and they'd been horrible...but this was not bad. In fact, even as he took a little sniff between the toes, he didn't get any of the horrible, disgusted feelings he got around other sweaty people. It just felt...good.

He slowly lowered his head, pulling the toes apart a little bit to expose the skin between them. The bunny stuck out his tongue, and swiped it along the wettest part.

It was salty, mostly, with a little bit of different tastes. But not bad, not like he had been worried about.

"Mmm, do it again..."

The soft, contented sound in Robin's voice was enough to convince Skippy to keep doing it for as long as he could. With every lick he made, every swipe of his tongue along the fox's red soles, he felt like he was finally doing something to help Robin. No one else would be massaging and licking his feet; nobody else would make him feel good like this.

And when Robin started groaning, happily, then Skippy knew that he was doing the right thing. He opened his mouth, swallowing Robin's big toe with a big blush on his cheeks, sucking and licking it. The sounds Robin made, soft pants and whispers, made him grin as he closed his eyes and sucked harder. Sweat, musk, skin; all those different tastes combined into one amazingly good feeling of knowing that he was helping.

He went down each toe along that foot, sucking and shivering at the continued taste that seemed to be getting imprinted on his tongue. Each lick, each bob of his head seemed to send a new shiver, a new tingle down between his legs, and he blushed worse as he realized how hard that was getting, how much more difficult it was getting to hold it back.

As he reached the littlest toe, he sucked on it as Robin brought his other foot up. The sole pressed against the side of his head, grinding against his cheek and leaving little droplets behind in his fur.

I'm going to need a bath before I go home, Skippy thought, though the idea faded as he opened his eyes and saw...

"W-what's that? What are you doing?"

Robin was leaning back, fingers gently stroking at the base of his tunic where a bulge had appeared, similar to Skippy. The fox chuckled a bit to himself, taking his hands away from his fondling to point down.

"Same thing that you've got there. When you're a man, then you get to enjoy that getting bigger...Though I didn't think that you'd be getting that from licking another person's feet, Skippy."

"Is...is that bad?"

"No, no. Getting aroused by another man's soles is something that's perfectly fine, and you know, it's something I've been wanting to see for a long time."

"You have? Why?"

"Well...let's just say that Maid Marian doesn't like the idea of playing with my feet, or of tending to them."

"You mean...I can do something for you that she can't?"

"Oh yes. You can do a lot more than she can, with that."

The feeling of pride rising in his chest was almost more than he could bear. Skippy felt a grin spread across his face so fast that it hurt, and he squeezed the fox's foot in a hug.

"Yes! Yes! I can help! I can -"

"Hey, hey. Quiet down, huh? Don't want to start getting anything's attention, do you?"

The tone was playful, but Skippy shut up immediately. He might not be in danger around Robin, but he didn't want to show off what...what he was doing, at least.

Robin's spit-slick foot suddenly dropped, and the bunny gasped as he felt the wet toes press against his tunic, right over his bulge. He shivered, starting to reach down before Robin stopped him, grabbing his wrists.

"Don't worry. This is just my way of saying thank you...And you'll get a lot of these if you keep coming back here."

Despite the bunny's nerves, he couldn't summon up the willpower to say no to his hero. Instead, he watched as both of those slick feet pushed his tunic up, revealing his little shaft. It stood out at perhaps four inches, at most, and it was throbbing and bouncing in eagerness. Robin's toes flicked at the tip, making it jump, and making him gasp.

The soft chuckles of his idol quickly faded from his mind as those big red feet slapped down on his cock. They squeezed from both sides, rubbing up and down, as the toes drummed along the top of his cock. Skippy moaned, shivering as he slumped forward, resting his hands on Robin's ankles.

His sudden limpness didn't do a thing to slow them down. If anything, they seemed intent on driving him mad. Up and down his little shaft they went, dragging from the base to the tip, where the toes would curl and squeeze a few times, before they went back down again. He could feel a tingle running from his balls all the way up to his tip, and he panted harder and harder with each passing second.

"Can you shoot yet, Skippy?"

"S-s-shoot?"

"Heh, we'll see in a minute."

He slumped backwards, sitting on his own feet, but Robin's soles followed him back. One foot pressed down on his shaft, pinning it to his stomach, while the smooth, soft, wide heel on the other foot ground against the tip. The way that it rubbed and squeezed and pushed with such perfect pressure against him was more than he could take.

Squirming and shivering as the treatment went on for almost a minute, Skippy finally lost control. With a squeaking moan, he arched his back and ground against those feet as he came. It was...almost dry. Three strong pulses went through his shaft before a clear fluid rose out, staining the fox's toes with it.

"Heh...so young..."

Robin's comment didn't bother him, nor did the toes that were pushed in his face to clean. Skippy happily licked at them, sucking away the salty juices that he'd left over the toes. After all, he had found something he could do, and he wasn't going to let anyone else be Robin Hood's foot boy now.

The End