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From the view of the Bonobo Ambassador, Buroff. This entry is far less violent than my first two stories, and focuses much more on consensual and nonviolent encounters.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Another entry in the world of the Doral, Dorasha. From the view of the Bonobo Ambassador, Buroff. This entry is far less violent than my first two stories, and focuses much more on consensual and nonviolent encounters.", "writing": "Buroff's Story\n\nIt was, indeed, a fine thing to be an Ambassador, thought the bonobo, as he gazed at the surface of the water from an inch above. Sharing the tub with him was a playful raccoon girl curled in his left arm, and a sturdy canine boy under his right. The girl?s long, soft headfur held streaks of brown, grey, and silver, and the shepherd boy?s shaggy headfur was a tangled red.\n\nBuroff gazed contentedly at the raccoon girl's legs, rippling faintly against the surface. Fingers flicked the water, teasing, playful, as the boy's own hands explored - curious about anatomy so different from his own. The flop-eared shepherd boy's long red hair hung over his eyes.\n\nThe work, of course, was real and serious. With Dorasha, the Doral was creating something new in the world of nations: he was the absolute ruler of a nation, striving to make it a republic. The Doral himself was a fantastic furson. A great Ussari bear, perhaps not the largest of his fellows but the most massive. A complete hedonist, a lover of good liquor, good smoke, and of any willing fur - cub or grown, buck or doe.\n\nThe scene outside the Doral's lodge, now becoming a fort, told a grim story. Rough fortifications had been built around the town, and troops learned to march on the Doral's Road.\n\nThe cubs were gifts from the Doral. They were not slaves, not coerced, but the Doral's pages. They were enthusiastic participants in the intimate joys of life under his guidance and care. Hundreds of young furs had applied to spend time in the Doral's dorms; only those with the emotional maturity to freely enjoy relaxed intimacy and companionship were chosen. These two clearly qualified. Wine, the gentle haze of intoxicating smoke, and playful, erotic touches had eased Buroff. Now, soaking together in the tub was a simple, natural delight.\n\nBuroff saw the great mass approach in time to close his eyes. The flood of water, as the Doral splashed into the small pool, washed over the bonobo's head.\n\nBuroff spread his arms to steady himself in the sloshing water. The Doral was not crude but he had little use for decorum. A blunt, earthy, simple soul of great wisdom, and one of vast kindness. He enjoyed pleasures of the flesh and of the senses, and he encouraged those pleasures among his people. But he was unceremonious, heedless of rank or, often, of appearance.\n\nIn the diplomatic life for which Buroff had been groomed, a visiting dignitary was afforded privacy for rest and meditation. The Doral instead allowed his legs to brush against the ape?s and the girl?s, and to remain there. The Doral closed his eyes and drew deeply from a large marijuana-filled pipe. Smoke curled over the surface. The cubs giggled and splashed softly, sending tiny ripples across the water, and Buroff let himself surrender to the flow of the water, letting the warmth and unceremonious pleasures of the moment settle around him.\n\nThe door opened, and Sergeant Nickerlily stepped into the chamber. Their hooves clopped lightly on the smooth stone floor; their colorful mane caught the lamplight, rippling brightness across the subdued walls as they slightly shifted. They stood straight, uniform neat, posture relaxed, calm but showing unspoken urgency as they waited for the Doral to notice them.\n\nHe did not. The Doral drew deeply on his pipe, eyes half-closed, filling the air above the pool with thick, fragrant haze. The cubs didn't glance up - giggling, splashing faintly, the canine boy still curious about Buroff's anatomy, lightly touching the lobes at the shaft?s tapered tip.\n\nBuroff lifted his head further above the water. He'd met Nickerlily at the informal banquet the evening before. That fleeting encounter had stayed with him: warm, direct, entirely at ease with officers and common furs alike. A trans furson, he remembered - graceful and confident, a presence that drew attention without asking for it. Charming.\n\nThe Doral cracked one eye open, blowing a slow stream of smoke to the ceiling. ``Mm,'' he rumbled, as though the message were no more urgent than his turn in a half-finished Russian Pyramid game. He accepted the message from Nickerlily and grunted.\n\nThe Doral exhaled, the fragrant haze curling above the pool. His gaze focused on the Ambassador. ``Do you want to shoot some pool?''\n\n...\n\nSmoke from the Doral's pipe wafted over the pool table. Russian Pyramid. An oversized game, with an oversized table and hefty balls, yet tiny pockets and pinpoint cues. It matched both the Doral?s oversized nature and his sense for detail. The cubs lingered nearby, attentive. The boy?s fingers traced the Ambassador?s penis as they watched. The raccoon girl waited while the Doral lined his shot. He struck - a tricky carom across the red and white balls - and let out a huff at the near miss. The girl stepped forward to embrace the bear?s bare legs, while the pup boy released the bonobo?s glans-tipped cock, which had such fascination for him.\n\nThe Doral leaned back. The raccoon girl continued her attention, stroking his lazy erection. \"Ragden Tharn, the Burrow-King,\" he said, his voice a low growl. \"He?s cunning. He's every bit the brute you might expect from stories, but he keeps his enemies off balance, striking where they least expect. His cubs... they're part of his strategy. They are raised to fear nothing, to obey no one.''\n\nBuroff tapped his cue lightly and struck a red ball just so - sending it to graze another, which nudged the white toward a far corner pocket. A simple shot, cleanly done. The Doral grunted his approval. The raccoon remained close to him, her hands stroking the bear?s cock as the bonobo considered his next play.\n\nThe Doral took another deep draw on his huge briar pipe. ``There have been farms struck by bandits on the Doral's Road. No proof it's the Badger, but furs impaled on stakes, without survivors, tell their own story.''\n\nHe exhaled a huge cloud and set his cue stick into position, eyes narrowing on the far corner pocket.\n\nThe Doral held still as he spoke. ``A few days ago it got worse. Badger raiders crossed the east hills from the outer territories, from Grastfell, and have been killing and kidnapping farm families.'' He nodded towards Nickerlily. ``The sergeant there was a militia private, did some great things to save some furs. I will need them.''\n\nThe shot followed - clean, precise - and as the last ball slid home, the Doral let out a satisfied grunt. The raccoon girl approached, her tiny black hands returning to stroking his broad cock. Smoke thickened around them as the bear exhaled, and Buroff felt pleasantly high. It's all right, he reminded himself. An Ambassador must tolerate a few drinks. The broad fireplace radiated warmth across the room. He noticed that the Doral, already pantsless like himself, had now shed the open robe they'd both worn, guiding the raccoon's mouth toward his rod.\n\n``Nickerlilt,'' ordered the Doral, suddenly all business with his cock in a cub's mouth. ``Have Saatah lead a patrol. A quiet one. I want to know what's happening out there.'' The sergeant clapped one hoof against the carpet, a muffled effect, and bowed slightly before following orders.\n\nBuroff watched the pretty pony leave. It might have been the marijuana, or the spiced wines, but he couldn't take his eyes off them. Their uniform was stretched over firm curves, their silken rainbow tail swaying lightly.\n\nThe eager puppy tugged at the ape's robe, and Buroff - more stoned than he realized - let the boy guide him to his chambers.\n\n...\n\nThe door closed behind them, and with them went the nightly sounds of the Lodge. Buroff blinked, steadying himself against the edge of a dresser, the carved wood cool beneath his palm. The haze made the room shimmer, flickering lamplight rippling across furs and fabric like water.\n\nThe puppy tugged at his hand again. The boy?s tail was wagging so hard it brushed Buroff's thighs with each sway. The ape let himself be led to the edge of the bed. He felt the shift of the mattress beneath his weight, the softness catching him, holding him in place.\n\nThe pup clambered up beside him, the eyes behind his bangs bright, ears perked. He leaned close, the brush of warm breath and fur teasing at the fine hairs of Buroff?s neck. One soft puppy paw pressed to the bonobo's chest. The ape felt his heart thudding under the boy's touch and under the foggy mental haze, strong and steady despite the laziness in his head - paw-pads pressing lightly against bare skin, warm and real through the haze.\n\nBuroff lay back, looking at the ceiling, the simple timbers of the lodge where another palace might have rococo gold leaf. He looked at a single knot on one hewed log, and thought about the branch it might have led to.\n\nPresently he realized that the puppy was stroking his penis and that it was fully erect.\n\nI'm stoned, thought the ape.\n\nIt was a shock when the red-haired puppy began licking Buroffs cock. The boys tongue was warm and slick, long enough to nearly coil around the bonobos shaft. Its tip pressed, testing, against the apes unusual glans.\n\nBuroff gazed at their reflection in the rippled mirror. He watched his shaft disappear down the puppy's muzzle, and the reflected puppy's tongue reached down to lick the reflected bonobo's blue and pink mottled balls. Buroff groaned, the mellow haze of his mind settling and blending with the physical pleasures of the puppy's attentions. He felt a swell of affection for the boy, and reached down to scratch his ears as he thrust his cock in the puppy?s mouth.\n\nAfter enjoying several minutes of the boy?s long, wet tongue, Buroff?s cock was well coated with saliva. FInding his balance a bit off, he nevertheless managed to sit upright and indicate to the puppy to get on his elbows and knees. Buroff kneeled behind the lad, steadying himself with his hands on the boy?s hips, and guided the tip of his penis against the lad?s ass. He pressed, and his slick cock slid into the hole under the boy's wagging tail.\n\nBonoff was not girthy, and the puppy was evidently used to the Doral's attentions. Buroff's cock slid in and out easily, and it flexed slightly to find the deepest penetration. Buroff pounded away for several minutes, the puppy gasping and panting beneath him, his tongue lolling out. The ridges on Buroff's cock enhanced the pleasure as his shaft slid through the boy's warm insides. He was both present and disconnected, and seemed to thrust endlessly as his mind soared.\n\nThere was a swell in pleasure and Buroff realized that he had cum, but his cock stayed hard and he continued thrusting. He found himself relaxing to the mental haze and the rhythm of his thrusting. His hands remained on the puppy's back, and he felt the firm canine muscles shift beneath his long fingers. \n\nHe began stroking the dog's muscles as he thrust, and the tail wagging managed to increase in entheusiasm. Buroff wondered after a time how the puppy's tail muscles didn't get too tired to move. Then he realized that he had been thrusting just as long.\n\nThe second time, Buroff felt his orgasm growing. The puppy's vocalization were now a series of small yelps with every one of the ape's thrusts. Buroff found himself thrusting harder, and the pup's yelps increased in volume. Each thrust brought him closer to that glorious edge, and when the moment came in was a moment of pure joy. He rode that wave of pleasure as long as he could, fully aware of the pleasured cries of the boy below him. Finally, spent, he slowed to a gentle rocking motion as his cock deflated in the puppy's ass. After a moment it slid out, and Buroff collapsed to the mattress beside the lad. \n\nThe puppy was trembling with sexual pleasure, and Buroff saw that the boy's sheath was moist with cum. He cuddled closely to the boy. The puppy lifted his head and licked Buroff's cheek. Buroff kissed the boy in return, letting his own tongue explore the lad's muzzle. \n\nAfter a night of colorful dreams, Buroff awakened with the puppy still asleep next to him, the fur under the puppy's tail still matted with Buroff's cum. Morning sunlight streamed through the window, reflecting off the rippled mirror to create a dance of rainbow lights in the room. The bonobo was already erect and the boy's tail already lifted, and Buroff pushed the tip of his cock against the lad's ass. To his pleasure, the puppy moaned happily and wiggled himself to be more available.\n\nThe bonobo was aware of the smells and scents. He could smell his own spoor, which must have been strong after the wine, weed, and exercise of the night before. He was aware of the smell from the puppy. He could distinguish the boy's own scent and that particular smell that lingers when someone has been well fucked.\n\nBuroff pressed in and the feeling was sweet. The warm muscles opened for him and allowed him to slide well inside. His first thrusting was slow, sleepy, awakening. His penis flexed to again find the deepest passage and his thrhusting became more rapid. Beneath him, the puppy shifted, the tail wagging lazily but happily.\n\nIt was only minutes before Buroff felt the swelling pleasure of orgasm. With a grunt he pressed inside the puppy to his balls and let his cock explode. The bonobo arched his back as he released his semen again into the child's backside. He gently lowered himself to rest on the puppy's back. His heart was pounding and the boy's fur was soft.\n\nBuroff's soft cock was still in the lad's ass minutes later when the door opened and a raccoon matron bustled in with a tray. With a cheerful smile she set it on the corner of the bed, next to the softly panting child's long ears, and quickly set up a stand for it. The puppy gently licked the matron's hand when she reached for the tray again. The smell of the porridge and toast was rich and welcoming.\n\nBuroff slid his cock from the puppy with as much dignity as he could manage under the circumstances. ``Good morning, madam,'' he offered.\n\n``Good morning, your Excellency,'' replied the raccoon with a quick curtsey. ``The Doral has invited you to join him in his study at your convenience. Don't worry, he intends for you to take your time.'' She smiled warmy at the puppy boy, and then winked at the bonobo. She quickly left the room. \n\nThe boy was named Pipkin. As he and Buroff shared their morning meal, they talked. Pipkin was a farmboy. He lived with his fathers and Uncle Rowfe, herding sheep and raising alfafa and rye. Buroff had noticed the flecks of wool in the puppy's fur. His long ears brushed his shoulders when he relaxed.\n\nBonoff wished that ``at his convenience'' included more private time with the puppy, but Buroff washed, dressed in his Abassadorial robes (which he knew wouldn't stay on long, in this place) and walked to the Doral's study. \n\nSergeant Nickerlilt was on duty, their mane not plain but unbraided this morning. They opened the door with a polite nod. Beyond it, the Doral was seated at a massive oak chair, not a throne, but a work chair made to hold the bear's bulk. He was slouched to one side, drawing heavily on a briar pipe, which he offered to the Ambassador. Buroff bravely waved it aside.\n\n``My scout is due back soon.'' The bear glowered. For once he was dressed, leather pants and a clean tunic. Nickerlilt closed the door. The Doral's study was as informal as the Doral, but neat and comfortable. ``Saatah. The leopard. A good fur, a good officer. He's going to be in charge of things soon, He doesn't know yet.'' The bear drew on his pipe. ``I also have to tell him that his wife and daughter were captured by the beastborne fucking badgers.''\n\nThe door opened. Nickerlilt stepped inside. ``Lieutenant Saatah is returning, Doral.'' Buroff had noticed their voice was deeper when presenting as male.\n\nThe Doral moved rapidly. ``Please, Excellency,'' he invited with a wave. He began striding towards the courtyard, once the lawn of the lodge before it had been turned into a camp.\n\nThe gates were clattering open, and a leopard came through. He walked briskly towards the Doral as the bear stepped into the open. The Doral pointed to a tent with his huge left paw. ``Deliver your report,'' he told the powerful cat. ``Then come see me.''\n\nBuroff watched the lieutenant approach a group of furs that he recognized, advisors and officials who now wore makeshift commander's uniforms. ``Those furs aren't fools,'' the bear told Buroff. ``They're not the furs for the task ahead, and they know it, but they'll do their best until the right furs come along.''\n\nThe bonobo usually had a good gambling face, but he was still a bit high. Or the Doral was that perceptive. ``I'm giving away state secrets here. But you're neutral, and they're enemy. I need you here as a witness. Whatever happens, the nations of Rheunal need to be aware.'' The great Ussari bear glanced eastward. ``And whatever harm is done to my furs, I will turn it back against Ragden and his brood, cruelty for cruelty.''\n\nBuroff was startled by the ferocity of the bear's statement. \n\nTharn's raiders were approaching in multiple columns towards the Doral's Fort. Their vanguard was only a day away. Mostly badgers, but wolves, bobcats, caracles, and many others were in the host. Criminals and bandits, outcasts of the outer territories, united under a strong leader. Saatah had been clear and detailed with his intelligence.\n\nSaatah's information was discussed, debated, argued over, until the Doral had all he needed. He gave commands and soon it was just the Doral, Buroff, Saatah, and Nickerlilt in the Doral's study. \n\n``You did well, Saatah,'' said the bear. ``Nick too. More than half the refugees made it here because of you both.''\n\nThe leopard looked up, weary but proud. ``My family?''\n\nThe bear's heavy shoulders dropped. ``They weren't among the dead. We think they were taken captive.''\n\nBuroff watched the leopard's jaw tighten. Behind his calm eyes, something vast and burning took shape.\n\nThe Doral turned toward the east, his voice a low growl. ``We'll find them,'' he said. ``And for every cruelty Ragden Tharn inflicts on my furs, turn it on him and every one of his descendants.''\n\n***\n\nBuroff leaned against Pipkin, backs against the pillows. The fine linen sheets were damp with their heat.. He inhaled from the small glass pipe and passed it to the puppy. Pipkin took the bowl and took a light hit. The puppy wasn't new to the Doral's weed, a potent sativa, but he was still very sensitive to it.\n\nThe boy was also terrified. The activity in the yard outside had multiplied in the last few hours. The stench of pitch and the raw scent of freshly cut timber mingled with the clang and shouts of preparation.There was no escaping the tension of an impending attack. But Buroff did what he could to distract the lad from his fear. He had joyfully ridden the lad twice to great orgasms. The moaning from the puppy beneath him had told him the boy was enjoying himself as well. But he knew the puppy was still tense. He reached down and drew his long fingers along the shepherd's sheath, from which the moist pink tip was poking out.\n\nThe bonobo's fingers were narrow, and clean, and it was possible for him to slide a finger into the puppy's sheath. The boy gave a wimpering moan of pleasure. The ape kissed the shepherd's neck, below the ear, holding the boy's thick neck skin gently between his teeth. He carefully slid a second finger into the boy's sheath. Pipkin groaned, and the looseness of the sheath tightened as his cock swelled within it.\n\nBefore the shepherd's knot had time to grow, Buroff rolled onto his hands and knees. ``I want you to mount me, boy, he said. \n\nThe Ambassador knew that protocol would never allow the boy to ask to be a top, but Buroff knew that the page would be allowed to take the offer. He also knew that the puppy has stress to release.\n\nAnd, Buroff knew that the puppy would gleefully accept the offer. His fingers withdrew from the boy's sheath already sticky from the canine's precum. With canines, the ape knew, one had to move quickly into position. He presented himself to Pipkin expecting a quick penetration, and the boy delivered. \n\nBuroff's back arched as the puppy drove in. With other bonobos, when he received, their flexible cocks found the easy passage in. But this canine drove in hard and deep, and his knot quickly swelled to fill the ape's ass. It had gone in deep at that perfect moment and was now tied inside. Buroff could hear from the moaning behind him that the puppy was cumming, hard and long.\n\nBuroff knew the boy had topped before but knew also that this would be something new for the lad: a direct view of his own cock inside another fur. Buroff was certainly the first ape the shepherd had ever been with. Sure enough, Buroff felt the paws stroking the short, sparse fur over his own wide but firm ass. He felt the curious touch as the puppy investigated the base of his spine, so strange without a tail.\n\nPipkin's knot filled Buroff's ass, not stretching his ring but utterly filling the passage beyond. Every move of the puppy was amplified, and the ape quickly became overwhelmed with pleasure. His thoughts, already impared by the Doral's weed, vanished entirely, focused only on the sensation, the canine's cock filling him and pounding at him. He had known the dog would have a long and continuous orgasm, and Buroff felt a similar cpntinuous pleasure. For twenty minutes the boy remained knotted with the ape.\n\nAfterwards the boy was calm enough to sleep without nightmares.\n\nThe vanguard of Tharn's army had reached the Doral's fort during the night. It was a mix of canine, lupine, feline, and other furs, but mainly badgers. Buroff was awakened by frantic sounds outside and went to his window to look.\n\nWhatever was happening wasnot where he could see. He threw on his dressing robe and an Ambassadorial chain and, with a wistful look at the still-sleeping puppy, went to find out what was happening.\n\nBy the time Buroff got to the main hall the frantic noises had ceased. A guardsman the bonobo recognized, a squirrel, politely blocked him from approaching the entryway. ``There has been fighting outside, Excellency,'' said the squirrel. It's better for you to remain within.''\n\n``I'm here as a witness,'' said the ape, looking past the squirrel.\n\nThe young guardsman didn't argue. ``Please follow me and stop if I stop,'' he said. ``The Doral is just outside.'' Buroff was led to a tent outside. The great bear was speaking to the leopard, Saatah, who now had new decorations on his uniform shoulders.\n\nBuroff left the squirrel, who detached to approach Nickerlilt. Buroff noticed that the stallion showed signs of having been fighting.\n\nThe Doral and Saatah noticed and greeted Buroff at the same time, a quick distracted nod before looking back at the fortifications. Buroff took a moment to look around. Things within the palisade were unchanged. The gates were closed, and there were many furs in observation posts. Several of them on the east wall ducked, and the palisade shook with a loud bang.\n\n``Trebochets,'' said the Doral behind him. Buroff turned to look up at the bear. ``They put them together last night. Small ones, and we've been keeping them far enough away that they can't lob anything over the walls yet. The bear pointed at Nickerlilt. ``Nick's been leading sorties since they showed up. Striking them fast, killing them quick, and keeping them away from the walls.''\n\nThere was a thud from outside of the walls, a stone fallen short of its target. ``We'll keep them back for a while, but the main force is a day away now. A few thousand. We're harassing them, slowing them, but we can't stop them.'' The bear had been talking distractedly, looking at the walls, watching the work. Now he looked directly at Buroff. ``Excellency, you're here as a witness and a guest. Stay safe. This isn't your fight. Perry!'' This was to the squirrel, who appeared at once. ``Escort the Ambassador inside please. Show him the safe places.'' He returned his attention to Buroff. ``Please, Excellency, stay safe. The greatest gift you can give us is to be an impartial witness to what happens. Even Tharn will recognize a diplomatic neutral and give you safe passage.'' \n\nBuroff spent the day balancing. He balanced his personal safety with his need to witness the struggles outside. He balanced his diplomatic mission with his love and concern for the Doral's furs. He balanced his duties with the draw of the shepherd boy, with whom Buroff wanted to spend all his time.\n\nHis primary responsibility had to be witnessing and observing. He remained out of the way, in the background. He spoke to officers who were between tasks or who had a spare moment. He was given a protected view of the Grastfell approach. They used flags, not as expressions of personal identity, but as a single flag for the entire country. Buroff found the idea disturbing. \n\nTharn was not leading this advanced force, or even the main body behind it, Buroff learned. Saatah was an effective scout, now a general officer. Saatah had found that this attack was a diversion, for what Buroff had no clue.\n\nHe watched the rest of the morning's late risers join the activity. The raccoon matron and the raccoon girl he had shared the bath with worked together to prepare meals. Were they mother and daughter?, he wondered. Pipkin had gone to the stables on the heavily protected north wall, where he tended to an injured horse. A station was set up nearby to tend to wounded furs but it hadn't been necessary yet, though Buroff learned that two of the Doral's Guard had been killed on the field.\n\nHe made sure that he wasn't a nuisance. After borrowing enough of General Saatah's time, he had retreated to a comparatively quiet corner of the courtyard with his notebook. With the nimble fingers of his left hand, he used a charcoal pencil to sketch the fortified walls of the compound. There hadn't been enough prepared timbers to enclose the west wall, and Buroff could see the long, sloped meadow that had been the front of the Doral's lodge. \n\nBBuroff looked up from his hideaway and saw Pipkin across the courtyard, gently calming one of the feral horses. Nickerlilt had returned from another sortie and was grimly reporting to General Saatah. Through it all, the Doral was everywhere - consulting with his officers, inspecting his Guard, lending a hand to the raccoon matron and the girl, kneading dough. Fires burned throughout the compound for various purposes, but the Doral's pipe smoke hung thicker than most of them. Every so often, a stone from a distant trebuchet struck the stout timber walls; more often came dull thuds from the ones that fell short and buried themselves in the earth.\n\nBuroff completed his draft of the compound's front gate. His mind weary, the bonobo turned to a clean sheet and began to sketch again. Almost without thinking, he found he was tracing the lines of Pipkin - the lovely shepherd boy. Beneath his deft fingers, the puppy took shape: shaggy hair falling over his eyes, red in truth but black in charcoal. Buroff glanced at the real boy, who was tending to a horse's wounded leg. \n\nThe boy on his page took form, a strong young furson, just old enough to enjoy mature pleasures. Buroff had drawn him in a shepherd's cloak but he imagined the puppy naked, his knot fully hard, extending outside the sheath. He glanced at the mess pavilion, and in his mind the raccoons, mother and daughter, were in the bed with them. It was very possible, Buroff mused, that he might arrange for it to happen. He continued sketching as he daydreamed, drawing Pipkin, the girl, the woman. He felt sure that if he did ask for all three of them to attend him, that the Doral would join in as well. Buroff found he enjoyed the idea.\n\nThe noise shook Buroff from his reverie. The crash was louder, shook more, against the south wall. In a moment the Ambassador knew what had happened: A trebuhcet had gotten close enough to nearly lob a stone over the wall, knocking a couple Guards from their perch. The field hospital had its first visitors, though they were soon released. Nickerlilt remained behind this time, but a squad of Guards was dispatched to drive the raiders back. \n\nA group of badgers had worked its way around the fort to approach it from the unprotected west, but The Doral's Guards were alert. The badgers excelled at the heavy engineering to build field artillery but the Doral's people included excellent bowfurs. Foxes, ocelots, and chipmunks formed a squad of deadly archers, and the badgers quickly learned to keep their distance. The afternoon sun continued its path towards the horizon. \n\nDuring a quiet lull, Buroff decided to allow himself a private moment and approached Pipkin in the stables. The boy, sitting himself in a moment of rest, joyfully jumped to his feet at the Ambassador's approach, and rushed to embrace him. The shattering burst of timbers and filth from overhead stole Buroff's breath and stunned him with a wave of pain and confusion.\n\nHis ears were ringing loudly, drowning any sound. He was weighed down and couldn't seem to push himself up. As the air slowly cleared he was aware of furs, including Nickerlilt and the Doral, nearby, frantically lifting timbers. Then he saw Pipkin.\n\nThe puppy was in arm's reach. A heavy timber ran through the lad's side, emerging on the other side under his arm. Buroff saw the fear in the boy's face. The puppy's eyes found his own and fixed on them. Buroff forced himself to smile at his lovely shepherd. He tried to give the boy a loving, encouraging face to look at, hiding his reaction to the boy's blood gushing around the intrusive beam. In a few seconds, the puppy's eyes had dimmed and stared unseeing.\n\nBuroff found why he couldn't lift himself. His arm was nearly removed, the bone shattered, only a few shreds of muscle and flesh holding it to his shoulder. A fox sergeant was tying a tornequet around the stump. \n\n``Cut it,'' said Buroff tonelessly. He saw a sword on the ground nearby.\n\nBuroff wakened in a hospital room. Crisp white sheets, and the smell of flowers.\n\nA vixen nurse was tending to a patient nearby. Buroff watched as she cheerfully made a soft comment to the fallen squirrel, who laughed weakly. The white-garbed fox turned and saw that Buroff was awake. She cheerfully attended to him and announced that she was to fetch the Doral as soon as Buroff had awakened.\n\nThe great Ussari bear appeared battered but healthy. He managed to not fill the room, but to be a subtle, unobtrusive visitor.\n\n``I, and my people, owe you a great thanks,'' said the bear. ``The healers have been keeping you sleeping while they worked on your arm.'' Buroff looked at the stump of his left arm, cleanly dressed in white bandages. A few drops of red had soaked through.\n\n``I'm sorry about the boy,'' said the Doral, sitting. ``Pipkin was a good lad, a promising page, a fine young fur.'' A moment of silence. ``The siege was broken. They got close enough just that one time to lob a rock over the walls. After that Nickerlily led a total sortie, and the bandits were killed or driven back. Saatah is gathering a force to march on Tharn's position. We're going to put an end to him and his line.''\n\nWhen Buroff dreamed that night, it was about the shepherd boy.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Buroff's Story

It was, indeed, a fine thing to be an Ambassador, thought the bonobo, as he gazed at the surface of the water from an inch above. Sharing the tub with him was a playful raccoon girl curled in his left arm, and a sturdy canine boy under his right. The girl?s long, soft headfur held streaks of brown, grey, and silver, and the shepherd boy?s shaggy headfur was a tangled red.

Buroff gazed contentedly at the raccoon girl's legs, rippling faintly against the surface. Fingers flicked the water, teasing, playful, as the boy's own hands explored - curious about anatomy so different from his own. The flop-eared shepherd boy's long red hair hung over his eyes.

The work, of course, was real and serious. With Dorasha, the Doral was creating something new in the world of nations: he was the absolute ruler of a nation, striving to make it a republic. The Doral himself was a fantastic furson. A great Ussari bear, perhaps not the largest of his fellows but the most massive. A complete hedonist, a lover of good liquor, good smoke, and of any willing fur - cub or grown, buck or doe.

The scene outside the Doral's lodge, now becoming a fort, told a grim story. Rough fortifications had been built around the town, and troops learned to march on the Doral's Road.

The cubs were gifts from the Doral. They were not slaves, not coerced, but the Doral's pages. They were enthusiastic participants in the intimate joys of life under his guidance and care. Hundreds of young furs had applied to spend time in the Doral's dorms; only those with the emotional maturity to freely enjoy relaxed intimacy and companionship were chosen. These two clearly qualified. Wine, the gentle haze of intoxicating smoke, and playful, erotic touches had eased Buroff. Now, soaking together in the tub was a simple, natural delight.

Buroff saw the great mass approach in time to close his eyes. The flood of water, as the Doral splashed into the small pool, washed over the bonobo's head.

Buroff spread his arms to steady himself in the sloshing water. The Doral was not crude but he had little use for decorum. A blunt, earthy, simple soul of great wisdom, and one of vast kindness. He enjoyed pleasures of the flesh and of the senses, and he encouraged those pleasures among his people. But he was unceremonious, heedless of rank or, often, of appearance.

In the diplomatic life for which Buroff had been groomed, a visiting dignitary was afforded privacy for rest and meditation. The Doral instead allowed his legs to brush against the ape?s and the girl?s, and to remain there. The Doral closed his eyes and drew deeply from a large marijuana-filled pipe. Smoke curled over the surface. The cubs giggled and splashed softly, sending tiny ripples across the water, and Buroff let himself surrender to the flow of the water, letting the warmth and unceremonious pleasures of the moment settle around him.

The door opened, and Sergeant Nickerlily stepped into the chamber. Their hooves clopped lightly on the smooth stone floor; their colorful mane caught the lamplight, rippling brightness across the subdued walls as they slightly shifted. They stood straight, uniform neat, posture relaxed, calm but showing unspoken urgency as they waited for the Doral to notice them.

He did not. The Doral drew deeply on his pipe, eyes half-closed, filling the air above the pool with thick, fragrant haze. The cubs didn't glance up - giggling, splashing faintly, the canine boy still curious about Buroff's anatomy, lightly touching the lobes at the shaft?s tapered tip.

Buroff lifted his head further above the water. He'd met Nickerlily at the informal banquet the evening before. That fleeting encounter had stayed with him: warm, direct, entirely at ease with officers and common furs alike. A trans furson, he remembered - graceful and confident, a presence that drew attention without asking for it. Charming.

The Doral cracked one eye open, blowing a slow stream of smoke to the ceiling. ``Mm,'' he rumbled, as though the message were no more urgent than his turn in a half-finished Russian Pyramid game. He accepted the message from Nickerlily and grunted.

The Doral exhaled, the fragrant haze curling above the pool. His gaze focused on the Ambassador. ``Do you want to shoot some pool?''

...

Smoke from the Doral's pipe wafted over the pool table. Russian Pyramid. An oversized game, with an oversized table and hefty balls, yet tiny pockets and pinpoint cues. It matched both the Doral?s oversized nature and his sense for detail. The cubs lingered nearby, attentive. The boy?s fingers traced the Ambassador?s penis as they watched. The raccoon girl waited while the Doral lined his shot. He struck - a tricky carom across the red and white balls - and let out a huff at the near miss. The girl stepped forward to embrace the bear?s bare legs, while the pup boy released the bonobo?s glans-tipped cock, which had such fascination for him.

The Doral leaned back. The raccoon girl continued her attention, stroking his lazy erection. "Ragden Tharn, the Burrow-King," he said, his voice a low growl. "He?s cunning. He's every bit the brute you might expect from stories, but he keeps his enemies off balance, striking where they least expect. His cubs... they're part of his strategy. They are raised to fear nothing, to obey no one.''

Buroff tapped his cue lightly and struck a red ball just so - sending it to graze another, which nudged the white toward a far corner pocket. A simple shot, cleanly done. The Doral grunted his approval. The raccoon remained close to him, her hands stroking the bear?s cock as the bonobo considered his next play.

The Doral took another deep draw on his huge briar pipe. ``There have been farms struck by bandits on the Doral's Road. No proof it's the Badger, but furs impaled on stakes, without survivors, tell their own story.''

He exhaled a huge cloud and set his cue stick into position, eyes narrowing on the far corner pocket.

The Doral held still as he spoke. ``A few days ago it got worse. Badger raiders crossed the east hills from the outer territories, from Grastfell, and have been killing and kidnapping farm families.'' He nodded towards Nickerlily. ``The sergeant there was a militia private, did some great things to save some furs. I will need them.''

The shot followed - clean, precise - and as the last ball slid home, the Doral let out a satisfied grunt. The raccoon girl approached, her tiny black hands returning to stroking his broad cock. Smoke thickened around them as the bear exhaled, and Buroff felt pleasantly high. It's all right, he reminded himself. An Ambassador must tolerate a few drinks. The broad fireplace radiated warmth across the room. He noticed that the Doral, already pantsless like himself, had now shed the open robe they'd both worn, guiding the raccoon's mouth toward his rod.

``Nickerlilt,'' ordered the Doral, suddenly all business with his cock in a cub's mouth. ``Have Saatah lead a patrol. A quiet one. I want to know what's happening out there.'' The sergeant clapped one hoof against the carpet, a muffled effect, and bowed slightly before following orders.

Buroff watched the pretty pony leave. It might have been the marijuana, or the spiced wines, but he couldn't take his eyes off them. Their uniform was stretched over firm curves, their silken rainbow tail swaying lightly.

The eager puppy tugged at the ape's robe, and Buroff - more stoned than he realized - let the boy guide him to his chambers.

...

The door closed behind them, and with them went the nightly sounds of the Lodge. Buroff blinked, steadying himself against the edge of a dresser, the carved wood cool beneath his palm. The haze made the room shimmer, flickering lamplight rippling across furs and fabric like water.

The puppy tugged at his hand again. The boy?s tail was wagging so hard it brushed Buroff's thighs with each sway. The ape let himself be led to the edge of the bed. He felt the shift of the mattress beneath his weight, the softness catching him, holding him in place.

The pup clambered up beside him, the eyes behind his bangs bright, ears perked. He leaned close, the brush of warm breath and fur teasing at the fine hairs of Buroff?s neck. One soft puppy paw pressed to the bonobo's chest. The ape felt his heart thudding under the boy's touch and under the foggy mental haze, strong and steady despite the laziness in his head  -  paw-pads pressing lightly against bare skin, warm and real through the haze.

Buroff lay back, looking at the ceiling, the simple timbers of the lodge where another palace might have rococo gold leaf. He looked at a single knot on one hewed log, and thought about the branch it might have led to.

Presently he realized that the puppy was stroking his penis and that it was fully erect.

I'm stoned, thought the ape.

It was a shock when the red-haired puppy began licking Buroffs cock. The boys tongue was warm and slick, long enough to nearly coil around the bonobos shaft. Its tip pressed, testing, against the apes unusual glans.

Buroff gazed at their reflection in the rippled mirror. He watched his shaft disappear down the puppy's muzzle, and the reflected puppy's tongue reached down to lick the reflected bonobo's blue and pink mottled balls. Buroff groaned, the mellow haze of his mind settling and blending with the physical pleasures of the puppy's attentions. He felt a swell of affection for the boy, and reached down to scratch his ears as he thrust his cock in the puppy?s mouth.

After enjoying several minutes of the boy?s long, wet tongue, Buroff?s cock was well coated with saliva. FInding his balance a bit off, he nevertheless managed to sit upright and indicate to the puppy to get on his elbows and knees. Buroff kneeled behind the lad, steadying himself with his hands on the boy?s hips, and guided the tip of his penis against the lad?s ass. He pressed, and his slick cock slid into the hole under the boy's wagging tail.

Bonoff was not girthy, and the puppy was evidently used to the Doral's attentions. Buroff's cock slid in and out easily, and it flexed slightly to find the deepest penetration. Buroff pounded away for several minutes, the puppy gasping and panting beneath him, his tongue lolling out. The ridges on Buroff's cock enhanced the pleasure as his shaft slid through the boy's warm insides. He was both present and disconnected, and seemed to thrust endlessly as his mind soared.

There was a swell in pleasure and Buroff realized that he had cum, but his cock stayed hard and he continued thrusting. He found himself relaxing to the mental haze and the rhythm of his thrusting. His hands remained on the puppy's back, and he felt the firm canine muscles shift beneath his long fingers.

He began stroking the dog's muscles as he thrust, and the tail wagging managed to increase in entheusiasm. Buroff wondered after a time how the puppy's tail muscles didn't get too tired to move. Then he realized that he had been thrusting just as long.

The second time, Buroff felt his orgasm growing. The puppy's vocalization were now a series of small yelps with every one of the ape's thrusts. Buroff found himself thrusting harder, and the pup's yelps increased in volume. Each thrust brought him closer to that glorious edge, and when the moment came in was a moment of pure joy. He rode that wave of pleasure as long as he could, fully aware of the pleasured cries of the boy below him. Finally, spent, he slowed to a gentle rocking motion as his cock deflated in the puppy's ass. After a moment it slid out, and Buroff collapsed to the mattress beside the lad.

The puppy was trembling with sexual pleasure, and Buroff saw that the boy's sheath was moist with cum. He cuddled closely to the boy. The puppy lifted his head and licked Buroff's cheek. Buroff kissed the boy in return, letting his own tongue explore the lad's muzzle.

After a night of colorful dreams, Buroff awakened with the puppy still asleep next to him, the fur under the puppy's tail still matted with Buroff's cum. Morning sunlight streamed through the window, reflecting off the rippled mirror to create a dance of rainbow lights in the room. The bonobo was already erect and the boy's tail already lifted, and Buroff pushed the tip of his cock against the lad's ass. To his pleasure, the puppy moaned happily and wiggled himself to be more available.

The bonobo was aware of the smells and scents. He could smell his own spoor, which must have been strong after the wine, weed, and exercise of the night before. He was aware of the smell from the puppy. He could distinguish the boy's own scent and that particular smell that lingers when someone has been well fucked.

Buroff pressed in and the feeling was sweet. The warm muscles opened for him and allowed him to slide well inside. His first thrusting was slow, sleepy, awakening. His penis flexed to again find the deepest passage and his thrhusting became more rapid.  Beneath him, the puppy shifted, the tail wagging lazily but happily.

It was only minutes before Buroff felt the swelling pleasure of orgasm. With a grunt he pressed inside the puppy to his balls and let his cock explode. The bonobo arched his back as he released his semen again into the child's backside. He gently lowered himself to rest on the puppy's back. His heart was pounding and the boy's fur was soft.

Buroff's soft cock was still in the lad's ass minutes later when the door opened and a raccoon matron bustled in with a tray. With a cheerful smile she set it on the corner of the bed, next to the softly panting child's long ears, and quickly set up a stand for it. The puppy gently licked the matron's hand when she reached for the tray again. The smell of the porridge and toast was rich and welcoming.

Buroff slid his cock from the puppy with as much dignity as he could manage under the circumstances. ``Good morning, madam,'' he offered.

``Good morning, your Excellency,'' replied the raccoon with a quick curtsey. ``The Doral has invited you to join him in his study at your convenience. Don't worry, he intends for you to take your time.'' She smiled warmy at the puppy boy, and then winked at the bonobo. She quickly left the room.

The boy was named Pipkin. As he and Buroff shared their morning meal, they talked. Pipkin was a farmboy. He lived with his fathers and Uncle Rowfe, herding sheep and raising alfafa and rye. Buroff had noticed the flecks of wool in the puppy's fur. His long ears brushed his shoulders when he relaxed.

Bonoff wished that ``at his convenience'' included more private time with the puppy, but Buroff washed, dressed in his Abassadorial robes (which he knew wouldn't stay on long, in this place) and walked to the Doral's study.

Sergeant Nickerlilt was on duty, their mane not plain but unbraided this morning. They opened the door with a polite nod. Beyond it, the Doral was seated at a massive oak chair, not a throne, but a work chair made to hold the bear's bulk. He was slouched to one side, drawing heavily on a briar pipe, which he offered to the Ambassador. Buroff bravely waved it aside.

``My scout is due back soon.'' The bear glowered. For once he was dressed, leather pants and a clean tunic. Nickerlilt closed the door. The Doral's study was as informal as the Doral, but neat and comfortable. ``Saatah. The leopard. A good fur, a good officer. He's going to be in charge of things soon, He doesn't know yet.'' The bear drew on his pipe. ``I also have to tell him that his wife and daughter were captured by the beastborne fucking badgers.''

The door opened. Nickerlilt stepped inside. ``Lieutenant Saatah is returning, Doral.'' Buroff had noticed their voice was deeper when presenting as male.

The Doral moved rapidly. ``Please, Excellency,'' he invited with a wave. He began striding towards the courtyard, once the lawn of the lodge before it had been turned into a camp.

The gates were clattering open, and a leopard came through. He walked briskly towards the Doral as the bear stepped into the open. The Doral pointed to a tent with his huge left paw. ``Deliver your report,'' he told the powerful cat. ``Then come see me.''

Buroff watched the lieutenant approach a group of furs that he recognized, advisors and officials who now wore makeshift commander's uniforms. ``Those furs aren't fools,'' the bear told Buroff. ``They're not the furs for the task ahead, and they know it, but they'll do their best until the right furs come along.''

The bonobo usually had a good gambling face, but he was still a bit high. Or the Doral was that perceptive. ``I'm giving away state secrets here. But you're neutral, and they're enemy. I need you here as a witness. Whatever happens, the nations of Rheunal need to be aware.'' The great Ussari bear glanced eastward. ``And whatever harm is done to my furs, I will turn it back against Ragden and his brood, cruelty for cruelty.''

Buroff was startled by the ferocity of the bear's statement.

Tharn's raiders were approaching in multiple columns towards the Doral's Fort. Their vanguard was only a day away. Mostly badgers, but wolves, bobcats, caracles, and many others were in the host. Criminals and bandits, outcasts of the outer territories, united under a strong leader. Saatah had been clear and detailed with his intelligence.

Saatah's information was discussed, debated, argued over, until the Doral had all he needed. He gave commands and soon it was just the Doral, Buroff, Saatah, and Nickerlilt in the Doral's study.

``You did well, Saatah,'' said the bear. ``Nick too. More than half the refugees made it here because of you both.''

The leopard looked up, weary but proud. ``My family?''

The bear's heavy shoulders dropped. ``They weren't among the dead. We think they were taken captive.''

Buroff watched the leopard's jaw tighten. Behind his calm eyes, something vast and burning took shape.

The Doral turned toward the east, his voice a low growl. ``We'll find them,'' he said. ``And for every cruelty Ragden Tharn inflicts on my furs, turn it on him and every one of his descendants.''

***

Buroff leaned against Pipkin, backs against the pillows. The fine linen sheets were damp with their heat.. He inhaled from the small glass pipe and passed it to the puppy. Pipkin took the bowl and took a light hit. The puppy wasn't new to the Doral's weed, a potent sativa, but he was still very sensitive to it.

The boy was also terrified. The activity in the yard outside had multiplied in the last few hours. The stench of pitch and the raw scent of freshly cut timber mingled with the clang and shouts of preparation.There was no escaping the tension of an impending attack. But Buroff did what he could to distract the lad from his fear. He had joyfully ridden the lad twice to great orgasms. The moaning from the puppy beneath him had told him the boy was enjoying himself as well. But he knew the puppy was still tense. He reached down and drew his long fingers along the shepherd's sheath, from which the moist pink tip was poking out.

The bonobo's fingers were narrow, and clean, and it was possible for him to slide a finger into the puppy's sheath. The boy gave a wimpering moan of pleasure. The ape kissed the shepherd's neck, below the ear, holding the boy's thick neck skin gently between his teeth. He carefully slid a second finger into the boy's sheath. Pipkin groaned, and the looseness of the sheath tightened as his cock swelled within it.

Before the shepherd's knot had time to grow, Buroff rolled onto his hands and knees. ``I want you to mount me, boy, he said.

The Ambassador knew that protocol would never allow the boy to ask to be a top, but Buroff knew that the page would be allowed to take the offer. He also knew that the puppy has stress to release.

And, Buroff knew that the puppy would gleefully accept the offer. His fingers withdrew from the boy's sheath already sticky from the canine's precum. With canines, the ape knew, one had to move quickly into position. He presented himself to Pipkin expecting a quick penetration, and the boy delivered.

Buroff's back arched as the puppy drove in. With other bonobos, when he received, their flexible cocks found the easy passage in. But this canine drove in hard and deep, and his knot quickly swelled to fill the ape's ass. It had gone in deep at that perfect moment and was now tied inside. Buroff could hear from the moaning behind him that the puppy was cumming, hard and long.

Buroff knew the boy had topped before but knew also that this would be something new for the lad: a direct view of his own cock inside another fur. Buroff was certainly the first ape the shepherd had ever been with. Sure enough, Buroff felt the paws stroking the short, sparse fur over his own wide but firm ass. He felt the curious touch as the puppy investigated the base of his spine, so strange without a tail.

Pipkin's knot filled Buroff's ass, not stretching his ring but utterly filling the passage beyond. Every move of the puppy was amplified, and the ape quickly became overwhelmed with pleasure. His thoughts, already impared by the Doral's weed, vanished entirely, focused only on the sensation, the canine's cock filling him and pounding at him. He had known the dog would have a long and continuous orgasm, and Buroff felt a similar cpntinuous pleasure. For twenty minutes the boy remained knotted with the ape.

Afterwards the boy was calm enough to sleep without nightmares.

The vanguard of Tharn's army had reached the Doral's fort during the night. It was a mix of canine, lupine, feline, and other furs, but mainly badgers. Buroff was awakened by frantic sounds outside and went to his window to look.

Whatever was happening wasnot where he could see. He threw on his dressing robe and an Ambassadorial chain and, with a wistful look at the still-sleeping puppy, went to find out what was happening.

By the time Buroff got to the main hall the frantic noises had ceased. A guardsman the bonobo recognized, a squirrel, politely blocked him from approaching the entryway. ``There has been fighting outside, Excellency,'' said the squirrel. It's better for you to remain within.''

``I'm here as a witness,'' said the ape, looking past the squirrel.

The young guardsman didn't argue. ``Please follow me and stop if I stop,'' he said. ``The Doral is just outside.'' Buroff was led to a tent outside. The great bear was speaking to the leopard, Saatah, who now had new decorations on his uniform shoulders.

Buroff left the squirrel, who detached to approach Nickerlilt. Buroff noticed that the stallion showed signs of having been fighting.

The Doral and Saatah noticed and greeted Buroff at the same time, a quick distracted nod before looking back at the fortifications. Buroff took a moment to look around. Things within the palisade were unchanged. The gates were closed, and there were many furs in observation posts. Several of them on the east wall ducked, and the palisade shook with a loud bang.

``Trebochets,'' said the Doral behind him. Buroff turned to look up at the bear. ``They put them together last night. Small ones, and we've been keeping them far enough away that they can't lob anything over the walls yet. The bear pointed at Nickerlilt. ``Nick's been leading sorties since they showed up. Striking them fast, killing them quick, and keeping them away from the walls.''

There was a thud from outside of the walls, a stone fallen short of its target. ``We'll keep them back for a while, but the main force is a day away now. A few thousand. We're harassing them, slowing them, but we can't stop them.'' The bear had been talking distractedly, looking at the walls, watching the work. Now he looked directly at Buroff. ``Excellency, you're here as a witness and a guest. Stay safe. This isn't your fight. Perry!'' This was to the squirrel, who appeared at once. ``Escort the Ambassador inside please. Show him the safe places.'' He returned his attention to Buroff. ``Please, Excellency, stay safe. The greatest gift you can give us is to be an impartial witness to what happens. Even Tharn will recognize a diplomatic neutral and give you safe passage.''

Buroff spent the day balancing. He balanced his personal safety with his need to witness the struggles outside. He balanced his diplomatic mission with his love and concern for the Doral's furs. He balanced his duties with the draw of the shepherd boy, with whom Buroff wanted to spend all his time.

His primary responsibility had to be witnessing and observing. He remained out of the way, in the background. He spoke to officers who were between tasks or who had a spare moment. He was given a protected view of the Grastfell approach. They used flags, not as expressions of personal identity, but as a single flag for the entire country. Buroff found the idea disturbing.

Tharn was not leading this advanced force, or even the main body behind it, Buroff learned. Saatah was an effective scout, now a general officer. Saatah had found that this attack was a diversion, for what Buroff had no clue.

He watched the rest of the morning's late risers join the activity. The raccoon matron and the raccoon girl he had shared the bath with worked together to prepare meals. Were they mother and daughter?, he wondered. Pipkin had gone to the stables on the heavily protected north wall, where he tended to an injured horse. A station was set up nearby to tend to wounded furs but it hadn't been necessary yet, though Buroff learned that two of the Doral's Guard had been killed on the field.

He made sure that he wasn't a nuisance. After borrowing enough of General Saatah's time, he had retreated to a comparatively quiet corner of the courtyard with his notebook. With the nimble fingers of his left hand, he used a charcoal pencil to sketch the fortified walls of the compound. There hadn't been enough prepared timbers to enclose the west wall, and Buroff could see the long, sloped meadow that had been the front of the Doral's lodge.

BBuroff looked up from his hideaway and saw Pipkin across the courtyard, gently calming one of the feral horses. Nickerlilt had returned from another sortie and was grimly reporting to General Saatah. Through it all, the Doral was everywhere - consulting with his officers, inspecting his Guard, lending a hand to the raccoon matron and the girl, kneading dough. Fires burned throughout the compound for various purposes, but the Doral's pipe smoke hung thicker than most of them. Every so often, a stone from a distant trebuchet struck the stout timber walls; more often came dull thuds from the ones that fell short and buried themselves in the earth.

Buroff completed his draft of the compound's front gate. His mind weary, the bonobo turned to a clean sheet and began to sketch again. Almost without thinking, he found he was tracing the lines of Pipkin - the lovely shepherd boy. Beneath his deft fingers, the puppy took shape: shaggy hair falling over his eyes, red in truth but black in charcoal. Buroff glanced at the real boy, who was tending to a horse's wounded leg.

The boy on his page took form, a strong young furson, just old enough to enjoy mature pleasures. Buroff had drawn him in a shepherd's cloak but he imagined the puppy naked, his knot fully hard, extending outside the sheath. He glanced at the mess pavilion, and in his mind the raccoons, mother and daughter, were in the bed with them. It was very possible, Buroff mused, that he might arrange for it to happen. He continued sketching as he daydreamed, drawing Pipkin, the girl, the woman. He felt sure that if he did ask for all three of them to attend him, that the Doral would join in as well. Buroff found he enjoyed the idea.

The noise shook Buroff from his reverie. The crash was louder, shook more, against the south wall. In a moment the Ambassador knew what had happened: A trebuhcet had gotten close enough to nearly lob a stone over the wall, knocking a couple Guards from their perch. The field hospital had its first visitors, though they were soon released. Nickerlilt remained behind this time, but a squad of Guards was dispatched to drive the raiders back.

A group of badgers had worked its way around the fort to approach it from the unprotected west, but The Doral's Guards were alert. The badgers excelled at the heavy engineering to build field artillery but the Doral's people included excellent bowfurs. Foxes, ocelots, and chipmunks formed a squad of deadly archers, and the badgers quickly learned to keep their distance. The afternoon sun continued its path towards the horizon.

During a quiet lull, Buroff decided to allow himself a private moment and approached Pipkin in the stables. The boy, sitting himself in a moment of rest, joyfully jumped to his feet at the Ambassador's approach, and rushed to embrace him. The shattering burst of timbers and filth from overhead stole Buroff's breath and stunned him with a wave of pain and confusion.

His ears were ringing loudly, drowning any sound. He was weighed down and couldn't seem to push himself up. As the air slowly cleared he was aware of furs, including Nickerlilt and the Doral, nearby, frantically lifting timbers. Then he saw Pipkin.

The puppy was in arm's reach. A heavy timber ran through the lad's side, emerging on the other side under his arm. Buroff saw the fear in the boy's face. The puppy's eyes found his own and fixed on them. Buroff forced himself to smile at his lovely shepherd. He tried to give the boy a loving, encouraging face to look at, hiding his reaction to the boy's blood gushing around the intrusive beam. In a few seconds, the puppy's eyes had dimmed and stared unseeing.

Buroff found why he couldn't lift himself. His arm was nearly removed, the bone shattered, only a few shreds of muscle and flesh holding it to his shoulder. A fox sergeant was tying a tornequet around the stump.

``Cut it,'' said Buroff tonelessly. He saw a sword on the ground nearby.

Buroff wakened in a hospital room. Crisp white sheets, and the smell of flowers.

A vixen nurse was tending to a patient nearby. Buroff watched as she cheerfully made a soft comment to the fallen squirrel, who laughed weakly. The white-garbed fox turned and saw that Buroff was awake. She cheerfully attended to him and announced that she was to fetch the Doral as soon as Buroff had awakened.

The great Ussari bear appeared battered but healthy. He managed to not fill the room, but to be a subtle, unobtrusive visitor.

``I, and my people, owe you a great thanks,'' said the bear. ``The healers have been keeping you sleeping while they worked on your arm.'' Buroff looked at the stump of his left arm, cleanly dressed in white bandages. A few drops of red had soaked through.

``I'm sorry about the boy,'' said the Doral, sitting. ``Pipkin was a good lad, a promising page, a fine young fur.'' A moment of silence. ``The siege was broken. They got close enough just that one time to lob a rock over the walls. After that Nickerlily led a total sortie, and the bandits were killed or driven back. Saatah is gathering a force to march on Tharn's position. We're going to put an end to him and his line.''

When Buroff dreamed that night, it was about the shepherd boy.

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