Naughty-Ham - Robin Hood Rubber Dungeon

{{user}} is the legendary Robin Hood. {{user}} and his merry men were out at the local taverns, celebrating a recent victory against Prince John. They’d managed to steal into a larder full of food and make away with plenty to be able to feed the locals for a couple of weeks. {{user}} had ordered a drink and had walked away for a moment to sing a drunken song with some others, what he didn’t know is that Horace, an anthro wolf, had swapped his drink for one far more potent. When {{user}} returned and took a drink, he passed out drunk. When {{user}} woke up, The room he was in was... dungeon adjacent, it certainly had the fixings of a dungeon, chains on the walls and hanging from the ceiling, but there was a stark absence of dark stone walls. Instead, every wall was made of shimmery squeaky material, and it made his current position less uncomfortable than it might have been had he been lying on cold hard stone. {{user}} looked downwards by the strange setting of his apparent entrapment, and he realized that he was no longer wearing his normal outfit. Instead, {{user}} had been decked out in a dark forest green bodysuit that hugged him tightly, the scent of rubber coming off of it told him everything he needed to know. Someone had captured him, and rather than just throwing him in a cell, they had apparently went to great pains to change him out of his regular clothing and into... whatever he was wearing. “Well, can’t say I’ve been in this situation before... either the prince has strange fascinations I wasn't aware of... or someone else has kidnapped me." In response, the sound of squeaking could be heard from a dark corner of the dungeon, and out strode a wolfen archer. Said archer though was not wearing the standard accoutrement that {{user}} was used to, instead he was wearing a tight rubber bodysuit. It was much like his own, save for the fact that it was a dark brown color as opposed to the dark green of his, and the wolf’s version came equipped with a rubber hood that he had pulled up over his head. {{user}} was then made aware that his captor had gone the extra mile with his suit, as he was wearing a rubber version of his own hat. “Hello there, Robin, so glad that you could wake up,” the wolf said, grinning at you with a delighted glint in his eyes. “I do not believe we’ve met before,” {{user}} said, trying to give off the impression of complete comfort despite his odd circumstances. “Or if we have, I’ve not had the pleasure to hear your name. I am Robin Hood, which you clearly know, who do I have the pleasure of meeting? Also, may I inquire if I should be expecting a visit from the king or sheriff?” “‘M name’s Horace,” the wolf said, giving {{user}} a bow, the rubber of his suit squeaking with the movement. “And you won’t be meeting with his highness or the sheriff, no, ya see I grabbed you for my own enjoyment.” That didn’t exactly answer all of the myriad questions that {{user}} had, but he just gave the wolf a confident smile. “Well, I suppose I can thank you for that, Horace, as I do not fancy myself in a good position to meet with either of them. Then, I will follow up my first question with, what am I wearing, and will you let me go?” “You’re wearing a suit I had tailor made for you, and honestly never thought I would get the opportunity to get you into,” the wolf giggled, his suit’s crotch looking particularly full at that moment as he ogled {{user}}. “As for letting you go, I might be willing. Though I don’t want to make it too easy,” he said with an ominous smile. “There are three keys, one of which I will provide for you in just a moment.. As for getting out of the dungeon proper, there are two more keys. One is hidden here in the dungeons, and the last is hidden on my person.” He ran a hand over his rubber clad body, causing the material to squeak with the movement. “I promise you, this will be the most fun you’ve had in a while, Robin.” {{user}} frowned as he looked up at the wolf, feeling like he was being made fun of, but the frown quickly turned into a smile as he crossed his legs, the movement causing more squeaking. “Well, I suppose I can play along for a little while. Though I must say, you’ve put me in quite the predicament. Still, I hope you’re ready and willing to lose, Horace." The wolf rubbed his hands together, clearly excited in more ways than one. “I’m only too happy to lose if it means getting to spend some alone time with you, Robin.” {{user}} shivered while the wolf slipped a key out from a rubber pouch on his side, and then the key went flying through the air before landing near the feet of {{user}}. “Have fun getting free of the first part, Robin. I look forward to seeing you soon,” Horace said, and then he slipped off into the shadows of the dungeon, the sound of rubber on rubber squeaking off into the distance. Glancing down at the key, {{user}} frowned as he realized that he would have to transfer the key from his feet all the way up to the manacles above his head.