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Journeys through what would be perilous forests and lands for one of their own kind, a free meal for many clans and packs. I leisurely padded by without a second glance and why not? A single coyote bitch, thankfully not in heat, isn't worth a second look. Not that I was about to let the pompous deer Royalty in on that little secret. It occurred to me that I could have taken their sealed scroll and tossed it in the nearest river once I was out of their territory. And be long since gone before they were any of the wiser. I even wondered if that’s exactly what they were, hoping would happen.\n\nJust after more than a year separated from my pack, even knowing their hunting grounds and different camps there was no guarantee I could ever find them, or if I did if I’d be welcomed back. So I carried their messages and royal scrolls all over the lands, sometimes coming back immediately. Other times, taking the opportunity to hunt, forage and even set basic traps that I learned in my puppyhood. \n\nAfter almost a full season of running here running there I finally worked up the courage to make a request of my own, knowing damn well that this could land me back in the dungeon. I figured a had grew accustom to eating rats. So why not give it a try and see what happens, I was careful to frame it in such a way that it was to the Royals best advantage. The Royals already thought me a savage predator yet trainable enough to carry their messages. That being the case shouldn't I be trained to defend said messages, past just my admittedly small fangs and claws?\n\nThe King seemed reluctant at first, I think he felt it unwise to train the court dog to be more dangerous. Yet at the same time, he could see the logic of giving me a better skill set to protect myself and the messages I carried. Just even if and when the King gave his approval there was the last issue of who would train a coyote bitch, a servant of the court yes but still the breed of their moral enemy since the beginning of time. \n\nLittle did the King, Queen or even Princess know that I had already worked out that little detail. I maybe a coyote among Royal deer but I’m a fast study in court politics and intrigue. Philip a young buck and raising star with the Royal Guard had taken a liking to me. His ego was huge and nuts even bigger with little outlet considering his demanding duties to the crown. He had agreed to train me as he had been trained in the Army than Royal Guard in exchange for pleasing him in ways does wouldn’t. Philip rather enjoyed living dangerously and got off feeling his cock slip between my fangs, my claws on his nuts or gently … gently scraping his ass. \n\nFor my part this was an easy deal to make, Phillip’s cock and sheath tasted and smelled far better than any canine I had ever laid with. Even his cum seemed far easier on the tongue far more palatable even if there was always so much of it. When he did want to breed me he took me gently, not like he was trying to stab my insides. \n\nOn the first day of our training I felt prepared, yes I had only been a cook and butcher with \nmy pack. But I had grown up with over a dozen brothers many of them bigger than me and had been in plenty of fights. I had watched the boys train in the pack and now I’ve watched the Royal Guards train, how hard could it be? Phillips had tried handing me one of the training wooden broadswords, it was almost taller than I was and nearly as heavy. \n\nPhilip shook his head and looked down at me just trying to just lift it. “You pup look like a fawn trying to carry a tree” laughing in that deep voice of his, his laughing would get really irritating really fast. “We try the sword for the cute little fierce predator… no?”\n\nI crossed my arms, bared my teeth and tried for an intimidating growl, Philip just smiled and handed me a wooden short sword with a little laugh before continuing. “ See pup much more your size, before we start let me see what you got, bring that predator spirit, show me your fierceness do not hold back!” Philip took several steps back and faced me not even holding a sword or shield of his own.\n\nThis was going to be easy I had literally eaten deer for breakfast, I raised the short sword as I’d seen others do, let out a what I thought was a scary bark and charged. It seemed like before I had closed half the distance I saw Phillip do the strangest thing. He whipped around facing away for a spit second, I thought he was showing me his tail. BAM it felt like I was hit by a cannon ball… two cannon balls right in the chest! Both his hoofs hit me solidly in what must have been half force yet still sent me flying back, the short sword disappearing to parts unknown. \n\nI came sliding to a stop on my back and tail, sprawled out like I had just been hit by a fully loaded wagon rolling down a hill, gulping like a fish out of water, trying to breathe feeling like my chest was caved in. Philip kneeled down next to me “ Lesson one, if a buck turns away at close distance, watch for a kick… learn to duck and weave.” Pulled a wooden dagger from his belt and far more roughly than necessary dragged it from my upper chest to groin “ You are dead… we continue once you feel better”\n\nAfter I could breathe again and had a good puke, I picked up the shattered remains of my pride and took a week to recover from that one. Phillip was impressed that I came back for more even giving me a few tips, tricks and what to watch for before I catch a full kick to the face or chest. The next time he launched a kick my way… I almost dodged it. The kick still sending my into one of the walls of the training room before crashing to the stone floor. Philip grabbed me by the back of the neck and dragged the wooden dragger across my throat. “ You are dead…again, you will make a fine rug or hand bag” before being the gentleman he is, helped pop my shoulder back in place. \n\nWe did this day after day, afterwards going back to my small cubbyhole, bruised, swollen, sometimes bleeding. Phillip coming by after his duties were complete, sometimes even bringing cheese and wine, helping me bandage my cuts and scrapes. Just oh how much I wanted to bite his throat as he laid next to me or sink my fangs into his juicy nuts, bite off his cock as he cum across my muzzle. \n\nI just kept in mind any of his kicks could've break my back if he so wanted, his antlers could've easily impaled me, I knew I had to learn to fight not like a coyote, that relays on the pack or even a buck. But something else, I had to be fast, nimble and strike hard when I got my opening. Once I figured that out I would stop having to listen to him say \" you are dead, you're a coat\" and so on and so on. \n\nThe next morning I hatched a plan, maybe I couldn’t fight like a traditional Coyote, nor did I have the strength or reach to fight like a buck. It was time to fight low down and dirty, surprise, speed, agility and pure simply brutality would have to be my main weapons. Before Phillip came to the training room and with the help of a couple of the other Royal Guards that I had earned at least a bit of respect from I prepared. I suppose they had never seen a bitch have the shit kicked out of her so repeatedly and keep coming back for more. I stood off to one side of the training room, my wooden short sword sitting on its table. As Phillip entered the room not even getting past \"Good Morning\" I attacked. I pulled out the draggers the other Guards helped me modify, to make them into wooden throwing knifes. Without really knowing what I was doing, I threw the first hitting Philip in one arm, causing him to flinch. The next, bouncing off his chest. Phillip stocked not quite sure what I was doing, opened his mouth to protest as I ran towards him, slid between his legs. With my right paw closed around the wooden handle of my last dragger I punched Phillip right in his large nutsack, feeling his soft testicles shift up and to one side inside his scrotum. His breath burst out with a whoosh, he bent over grabbing at his sack. \n\nAs he bent over I grabbed one of his antlers and climbed onto his back, pulling and flailing until he fell onto his side. I dragged the wooden dragger across his neck and howled “ YOU ARE DEAD BIG BOY!” the other guards frozen in-place not sure what to make of any of this. I bent close to Phillip's left ear \"Lesson one big boy, never trust a YOT to fight fair, because now you're a coat rack, gonna make a whole tent from you, You are dead!' For reasons I can't explain I broke out into some unknown unnamed dance as poor Phillip just groined holding his badly brushed nuts and ego. (( My vote would be Snoopy's happy dance LOL)) \n\n((I hope you've enjoyed this bonus art & story from Rue's adventure, the above pic was sent to me as a very rough sketch mostly as a basic reference of Rue's size compared to the deer people. I just thought these were so funny and charming, I had my good friend and go to artist Maziurek finish them out. Even then I wasn't sure if I was going to post or just keep them private but figured at least a few of you might enjoy :-) \n\n\"Rue will return\"\n\nArt by https://www.furaffinity.net/user/maziurek", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Rue

After finally earning my freedom from the dungeon, finding out I now have a half brother and completing several suicide missions or so the King and Queen thought. Journeys through what would be perilous forests and lands for one of their own kind, a free meal for many clans and packs. I leisurely padded by without a second glance and why not? A single coyote bitch, thankfully not in heat, isn't worth a second look. Not that I was about to let the pompous deer Royalty in on that little secret. It occurred to me that I could have taken their sealed scroll and tossed it in the nearest river once I was out of their territory. And be long since gone before they were any of the wiser. I even wondered if that’s exactly what they were, hoping would happen.

Just after more than a year separated from my pack, even knowing their hunting grounds and different camps there was no guarantee I could ever find them, or if I did if I’d be welcomed back. So I carried their messages and royal scrolls all over the lands, sometimes coming back immediately. Other times, taking the opportunity to hunt, forage and even set basic traps that I learned in my puppyhood.

After almost a full season of  running here running there I finally worked up the courage to make a request of my own, knowing damn well that this could land me back in the dungeon. I figured a had grew accustom to eating rats. So why not give it a try and see what happens, I  was careful to frame it in such a way that it was to the Royals best advantage. The Royals already thought me a savage predator yet trainable enough to carry their messages. That being the case shouldn't I be trained to defend said messages, past just my admittedly small fangs and claws?

The King seemed reluctant at first,  I think he felt it unwise to train the court dog to be more dangerous. Yet at the same time, he could see the logic of giving me a better skill set to protect myself and the messages I carried. Just even if and when the King gave his approval there was the last issue of who would train a coyote bitch, a servant of the court yes but still the breed of their moral enemy since the beginning of time.

Little did the King, Queen or even Princess know that I had already worked out that little detail.  I maybe a coyote among Royal deer but I’m a fast study in court politics and intrigue. Philip a young buck and raising star with the Royal Guard had taken a liking to me. His ego was huge and nuts even bigger with little outlet considering his demanding duties to the crown. He had agreed to train me as he had been trained in the Army than Royal Guard in exchange for pleasing him in ways does wouldn’t. Philip rather enjoyed living dangerously and got off feeling his cock slip between my fangs, my claws on his nuts or gently … gently scraping his ass.

For my part this was an easy deal to make, Phillip’s cock and sheath tasted and smelled far better than any canine I had ever laid with. Even his cum  seemed far easier on the tongue far more palatable even if there was always so much of it. When he did want to breed me he took me gently, not like he was trying to stab my insides.

On the first day of our training I felt prepared, yes I had only been a cook and butcher with
my pack. But I had grown up with over a dozen brothers many of them bigger than me and had been in plenty of fights. I had watched the boys train in the pack and now I’ve watched the Royal Guards train, how hard could it be? Phillips had tried handing me one of the training wooden broadswords, it was almost taller than I was and nearly as heavy.

Philip shook his head and looked down at me just trying to just lift it. “You pup look like a fawn trying to carry a tree” laughing in that deep voice of his, his laughing would get really irritating  really fast. “We try the sword for the cute little fierce predator… no?”

I crossed my arms, bared my teeth and tried for an intimidating growl, Philip just smiled and handed me a wooden short sword with a little laugh before continuing. “ See pup much more your size, before we start let me see what you got, bring that predator spirit,  show me your fierceness do not hold back!” Philip took several steps back and faced me not even holding a sword or shield of his own.

This was going to be easy I had literally eaten deer for breakfast, I raised the short sword as I’d seen others do, let out a what I thought was a scary bark and charged. It seemed like before I had closed half the distance I saw Phillip do the strangest thing. He whipped around facing away for a spit second,  I thought he was showing me his tail. BAM it felt like I was hit by a cannon ball… two cannon balls right in the chest! Both his hoofs hit me solidly in what must have been half force yet still sent me flying back, the short sword disappearing to parts unknown.

I came sliding to a stop on my back and tail, sprawled out like I had just been  hit by a fully loaded wagon rolling down a hill, gulping like a fish out of water, trying to breathe feeling like my chest was caved in. Philip kneeled down next to me  “ Lesson one, if a buck turns away at close distance, watch for a kick… learn to duck and weave.” Pulled a wooden dagger from his belt and far more roughly than necessary dragged it from my upper chest to groin “ You are dead… we continue once you feel better”

After I could breathe again  and had a good puke, I picked up the shattered remains of my pride and took a week to recover from that one. Phillip was impressed that I came back for more even giving  me a few tips, tricks and what to watch for before I catch a full kick to the face or chest. The next time he launched a kick my way… I almost dodged it. The kick still sending my into one of the walls of the training room before crashing to the stone floor. Philip grabbed me by the back of the neck and dragged the wooden dragger across my throat. “ You are dead…again, you will make a fine rug or hand bag” before being the gentleman he is, helped pop my shoulder back in place.

We did this day after day, afterwards  going back to my small cubbyhole, bruised, swollen, sometimes bleeding. Phillip coming by after his duties were complete, sometimes even bringing cheese and wine, helping me bandage my cuts and scrapes. Just oh how much I wanted to bite his throat as he laid next to me or sink my fangs into his juicy nuts, bite off his cock as he cum across my muzzle.  

I just kept in mind any of his kicks could've break my back if he so wanted, his antlers could've easily impaled me, I knew I had to learn to fight not like a coyote, that relays on the pack or even a buck. But something else,  I had to be fast, nimble and strike hard when I got my opening. Once I figured that out I would stop having to listen to him say " you are dead, you're a coat" and so on and so on.

The next morning I hatched a plan, maybe I couldn’t fight like a traditional Coyote, nor did I have the  strength or reach to fight like a buck. It was time to fight low down and dirty, surprise, speed, agility and pure simply brutality would have to be my main weapons.  Before Phillip came to the training room and with the help of a couple of the other Royal Guards that I had earned at least a bit of respect from I prepared.  I suppose they had never seen a bitch have the shit kicked out of her so repeatedly and keep coming back for more. I stood off to one side of the training room, my wooden short sword sitting on its table. As Phillip entered the room not even getting past "Good Morning"  I attacked. I pulled out the draggers the other Guards helped me modify,  to make them into wooden throwing knifes. Without really knowing what I was doing, I threw the first hitting Philip in one arm, causing him to flinch. The next, bouncing off his chest. Phillip stocked not quite sure what I was doing, opened his mouth to protest as I ran towards him, slid between his legs. With my right paw closed around the wooden handle of my last dragger I punched Phillip right in his large nutsack, feeling his soft testicles shift up and to one side inside his scrotum. His breath burst out with a whoosh, he bent over grabbing at his sack.

As he bent over I grabbed one of his antlers and climbed onto his back, pulling and flailing until he fell onto his side. I dragged the wooden dragger across his neck and howled “ YOU ARE DEAD BIG BOY!” the other guards frozen in-place not sure what to make of any of this. I bent close to Phillip's left ear "Lesson one big boy, never trust a YOT to fight fair, because now you're a coat rack, gonna make a whole tent from you, You are dead!' For reasons I can't explain I broke out into some unknown unnamed dance as poor Phillip just groined holding his badly brushed nuts and ego. (( My vote would be Snoopy's happy dance LOL))

((I hope you've enjoyed this bonus art & story from Rue's adventure, the above pic was sent to me as a very rough sketch mostly as a basic reference of Rue's size compared to the deer people. I just thought these were so funny and charming, I had my good friend and go to artist Maziurek finish them out. Even then I wasn't sure if I was going to post or just keep them private but figured at least a few of you might enjoy :-)  

"Rue will return"

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