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(The following is a work of fiction, based on the story of Snow White. This story contains multiple acts of sex, including non-consensual, group, anal, and oral. There are also implications of bondage and violence.)

The king was a magnificent stag, large and proud. He treated his people fairly and seemed to take their wishes, wants and needs into great consideration. He did many things to the benefit of those over who he ruled. Many furs appreciated him and would do as he asked even if he were not their king.

Those that were close had knew better however. The king himself was not fully responsible for how wonderful things were. For whenever he was angered or uncertain, he would speak to his queen. She was a beautiful silvery white furred doe. She had been pursued by the king since he was a young prince. There had been others, but none seemed to be as perfect for him or his kingdom as her.

The wonderful times were not to last unfortunately. In a time of celebration, when the queen had gotten pregnant and gone into labor. Eventually, she gave birth to a daughter, small, delicate and as lovely as her parents could have hoped. It was too much for the queen though. She managed to hold her daughter before dying and name the newborn fawn "Snow White."

For several years did the king mourn, as well as the kingdom. But despite the sadness, there was a wonderful happiness as the daughter started to grow up. Her fur continued to be an alabaster white, taking hints of silver and ivory highlights. Her eyes turned a bright pale blue, matching the sky. Her personality started to become outgoing and friendly, talking to everyone around the castle and trying to understand as much of it as she could.

In time the king did remarry. He took a new queen, a mare whose fur and mane were black with the fur of her body seeming to almost take on a bluish tinge. She was very lovely, physically at least, but the servants did not like her, nor did they understand how the king did. She was vain and selfish, mean to many of the servants and ignored the king's daughter.

The queen was vain, and cruel, more so then anyone knew in the kingdom. They also did not know that she was a sorceress. She had put a magical spell over the king to make him fall in love with her. After they were married, she took to one of the towers to set up her room, with potions and spells, and a magic mirror. The mirror that could talk, telling nothing but the truth.

"Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the loveliest of them all?" the queen asked proudly. She already knew the answer, but loved to hear it regardless of the matter. In the mirror the face of a dragon started to appear. His scales were red and black, as though made from cooling lava. Smoke curled from his nose and the edges of his mouth.

"I can say nothing that is not true," The figure spoke clearly, "There is no one in the land lovelier then you. But I warn you it will not always be that way. For the king's daughter, Snow White, shall be lovelier then you some day." With that the image faded and disappeared, leaving behind nothing more then a normal looking mirror. The queen screamed out as she threw a tantrum in her workroom, shattering several pieces of glass and crystal.

"So that brat of a doe will be prettier then me someday?" She growled out, the large equine ears pulled back, "I don't think so. None shall be lovelier then I. I need to do something about her anyway to keep this kingdom for myself. I'm going to have to do more then I anticipated though. Looks like I will have to start sooner then I planned." With that, she went to work.

Not long after, the king died, leaving the queen to rule with full authority. She forced Snow White to start doing basic servant work around the castle, such as laundry, cooking and scrubbing the floors with the hopes that doing such would make her be less beautiful someday from calluses and scars. Hopefully, the queen thought, the fawn will accidentally burn or scald herself in the kitchen.

Many servants were immediately fired, replaced by other selected by the queen. Time passed for a while and more of the queen's own servants took to working in the castle for the queen. Decent and upright fellows were replaced by furs who were darker, crueler, and only humor, if any, was sick and twisted. Some even gave the young white doe who worked around the castle looks of lust and want, imagining what they could do with her.

Snow White herself grew as the years passed. Her body stayed lean and slender, giving her a willowy lithe appearance. She was not happy with the lost of all the servants who seemed to be her friends, and she missed her father greatly. But she never complained. The growing fawn continued to do her work, saying nothing to any in the castle, but talking to the furs of the kingdom when her work took her outside. There, everyone still seemed nice and friendly.

The queen looked over her kingdom with a contented smirk. It was all hers now. She was queen, all powerful and the most beautiful. At least she believed she was. The evil sorceress queen had avoided all contact with the king's daughter after his death. She preened herself slightly as she walked to her mirror.

"Mirror mirror on the wall," she said with an arrogant tone, "who is the most beautiful of them all?" She looked at the mirror with a smirk, watching as the face of the dragon appeared, smoke continuing to curl from his nose and mouth.

"All I have said still holds true," the figure said, "There is no one in the kingdom who is more beautiful then you. Such things, however, will not always be. The king's daughter, Snow White, will be more beautiful as you will soon see." The image gave her a wicked grin before finally fading away, disappearing from her sight once more.

The queen swore profusely, thinking about shattering the mirror. Once she calmed down she knew she had to think of something to get rid of the little brat in order to keep her hold on the throne and to be the most beautiful of all in the land. Both titles were hers, and she intended to keep them, sharing either with no one.

An idea finally formed in her mind. She smiled to herself as she figured it would work. Looking around, she found a dagger and a wooden box. Taking the two she headed to the rest of the castle and sent one of her servants to find the greatest hunter in the kingdom and bring him to her in the throne room immediately.

The hunter arrived, a massive lion. His mane was thick and long. His body was tall, powerful, and incredibly well muscled. He was dressed in animal skins, his knife sheathed at his side and the feline claws still covered in blood from his earlier work. He walked up to the throne and kneeled before the throne on which the queen sat.

"Welcome hunter," she said smugly, "I hear you are the finest in the land. Because of that I have a job for you." She climbed off the throne and walked down toward him. "I want you to take the white fawn, out into the wilderness," she motioned to one of the guards, "get a good distance away from the entire kingdom and deep into the woods. When you do I want you to take this," she pulled out the knife and held it out to him, "and kill her. As proof of it all, I want you to cut her heart out of her chest and put it in this box," she then holds out the box, "and bring it back to me. Do this and I will reward you greatly. But if you defy me, I will punish you for it." Her voice turned into a low threatening voice that if she were capable of it, would be the sound of a growl.

Seeing no alternative, the hunter gave in. He took the knife, sticking it into his belt, then slipped the box into a sack like pocket on his clothing. He gave a bow to the queen, the thick feline tail giving a flicker of annoyance. Before he could say anything more, a door opened, with a four foot tall, slender doe in a simple dress appeared.

"You called for me my queen?" she asked softly, looking more toward the floor to avoid making eye contact with her step-mother. The dress fit her comfortably, showing the small shapes of her body that barely existed.

"Yes," the queen said, trying to put on a friendly smile, "It has been decided that you have been spending too much time inside the castle and the kingdom, and time for you to go outside for a while. This woodsman has been sent for. He knows the forest well and will lead you through it to show you about nature. Doesn't that sound nice?"

Snow white's eyes lit up, and she looked up at her with a bright smile. It did not last long as she looked back down at the floor. Her step-mother rarely met with her, but on the occasions they were together, it was insisted that the fawn uses formal language by caller her queen and to never look her in the eye.

"That would be wonderful," the young doe said excitedly, "I would love it very much. Thank you my queen." She gave a bow then walked over to the hunter, looking up at him. She shifted slightly, feeling a strange tingle in her body. It was a new sensations for her, having never felt aroused before. She let the large lion take her arm and lead her out of the throne room.

The queen smiled to herself as she gazed upon the princess, for what she believed would be the last time, as the lion took her out in the forest to kill her and cut her heart out. She could kill him when he got back even after killing the doe. It could be a problem later on though, should she need him to help her with a similar matter at another time.

The forest was peaceful, but not completely perfect. The sky was clouded over, hiding the sun somewhat. Snow White walked ahead of the hunter excitedly, taking in the beauty of nature and unaware of the thoughts going on through the mind of the hunter who was following her quietly. The moment of silence was interrupted by the sound of someone approaching.

"Excuse me," a voice shouted as a figure stepped toward them, "I seem to have lost the path and gotten turned around a bit. Can you tell me where the nearest village or such would be?" There standing before them was a large ox. He was well muscled, most of which was concealed beneath regally designed clothing.

"It's not far from here," Snow White said softly, "You just have to turn that way and try to go straight. You should be there shortly." She stopped, looking at him a moment. "Are you a prince?"

"Yes," the ox said, blushing slightly, "I appreciate the help. Could you by chance lead me through? I would prefer not to get lost again."

"No," the lion growled, "We are going the other way, deeper into the forest. Won't be returning to the castle until later this evening." He moved toward the small doe and put his arm on her shoulder, then gave her a small tug as he started to walk away from the ox prince.

"Good bye prince," she shouted, giving him one last wave before walking off with the hunter. The ox prince watched them go for a moment. Something did not seem right. Besides which, the little doe seemed cute. Maybe he should join them. It was tempting, but he had to go on.

As they walked, something in the lion's heart started to soften. He was having second thoughts. This deer was barely more then a child, very sweet, innocent and naïve at that. He was severely doubting that he could actually take the life of her, regardless of what it was the queen had in mind to do to him.

As they went, there was the sound of wings fluttering. The little doe let out a gasp and ran ahead. She bent down, picking up an injured bird and bringing it back to him.

"It hurt," she said sadly, holding the bird up. The hunter looked at the bird closely, then reached for his knife. Just as he started pulling it, Snow White pulled the bird away. "What are you going to do to it?" She asked, looking up at him with the big blue eyes that looked like they were about to tear up.

"The bird is hurt," he replied, holding the knife, " We should just put it out of her misery. That way she won't suffer and others will benefit." It was after he spoke he realized that he might of just slipped up a little by calling the bird a her when neither of them knew for certain.

"But we can't just kill it," she said with a pout, holding the bird against her chest, "Back at the castle, there were some falconers that told me how when their hawks were injured, they could set the wings until it got better. Can't we do something like that?" She looked up at him more. Tears started to drip from her eyes.

"Alright," He said, feeling himself feel bad, "I'll see what I can do then." He crouched down, pulling the bird toward him to look at it. He looked at it a long moment, poking at it several times to check.

"Well, it will be fine," he told her finally, "Nothing that won't be better in a few days." The deer smiled and kissed him on the cheek. She held the bird against her chest as she started along once more.

The two of them walked further along, getting deeper into the forest. The hunter kept his knife at hand. His paw gripped and flexed around the handle, shifting the blade some. He moved faster, catching up close behind the young white doe.

Snow White walked along excitedly, oblivious to what was going on. She held the wounded bird against her, cradling it like a baby. She did not even sense it as the larger male moved closer toward her.

The blade slashed through the air, glinting slightly despite the cloud cover of the sky. It did not pierce into any flesh, cutting through the fabric of her dress only. The doe gasped out, jumping back. The knife still missed her, but soon her clothes were cut, no longer able to stay on her.

The front part of the dress fell down some, covering her arms, which were the only thing still keeping it on her body, and the bird she held. She tried to run some, but a massive paw grabbed her by the shoulder, pulling her toward him. The deer's feet slipped out from under her. She reached out with one arm to try and steady herself. Her paw gripped the front of the hunter's pants, pulling them down as her head fell forward.

The excitement had aroused the male lion slightly, causing the tip of his shaft to emerge from the sheath. At the same time the adrenaline had made the doe's sense more acute, so when her muzzle fell into the male crotch, she got a massive smell of his scent, mixing a slight arousal with the fear. The warmth of the her breath against his length, sent a wave of pleasure through him, causing the lion to hesitate.

Snow White came to a decision. Her want to distract him from killing her and the scent of him, having him so close, helped her to make it. She set the bird down, letting the fabric of the dress cover it. One paw kept a hold on his hip as the other reached up to grip the male sheath. The smooth deer tongue slipped out of her mouth, running across the underside of the shaft that had already emerged from the tawny furred sheath.

The hunter lion moaned out in pleasure, lowering his knife as he felt the tongue against him. The shaft swelled more, emerging form the sheath as the barbs start to stick out. He kept one paw on the doe, watching her slightly curiously at the start of her ministrations.

A bit of excitement built up in the deer girl. She gripped the sheath more, stroking along it. Her head pulled back, looking at the shaft that had emerged and the small points of the barbs. She then moved her head closer, giving the tip a kiss.

The shaft twitched, letting out a drop of pre cum against the lips. He closed his eyes down to slits. The knife dropped to the ground, sticking up in the ground. He reached out with one paw, gripping the back of her head and holding her in place.

The deer opened her mouth as she slowly pushed forward, taking the head into her muzzle. She mumbled in pleasure as she tasted the lion's pre-cum on her tongue, pushing more to taste more of him. The sensation of the shaft in her mouth, especially with the barbs, and pressing toward the back of her throat made her gag slightly.

The lion slide one of his massive paws down, stroking his fingers over across one of her small nipples, teasing the sensitive flesh. As more of his length was engulfed by the warm wetness, he moaned, body tensing some as his length giving a small twitch.

Snow White took more of the length, gagging more as the top of his shaft reached the back of her throat, forcing her to stop from taking him further. She slid one of her paws down, stroking along the sheath to tease the sac of his balls. Her lips pressed down as she clenched her jaw some. The doe started to pull back, stroking her tongue along the underside of the length.

Though with someone inexperienced, the pleasure was rapidly building for the hunter. He let her head go, teasing both of her nipples and stroking over her small budding breasts. His hips flexed, butt tensing as he pushed forward slightly. Way this was going, he knew he was not going to last very long with her.

As her head pulled back to just the tip, she felt herself relax a little. She could probably do this. Her tongue ran across the head, swirling it around in her mouth and collecting more of the pre. She then thrusts her head forward, seeing how much of the length she could take into her mouth. As soon as she felt herself gag slightly, she pulled out, stroking to the tip, then pumping right back down to the base.

The hunter growled out more, trying to keep himself from ravaging the young mouth. She seemed to be rapidly improving. His toes flexed, claws digging into the ground to hold himself. He tensed, not going to last much longer.

Snow White felt him tensing as she continued to suck, running her mouth back and forth along the length. She looked up at him as she continued, feeling his balls tightening up. Being unaware of what this meant, she continued to work along the length.

The lion almost roared out in pleasure. The shaft twitched and flared up, unleashing the thick white fluid directly into the mouth. His entire body held tense as pleasure coursed through him from the hands and mouth of the inexperienced young deer.

Her eyes opened wide in surprise as she felt the thick, warm salty fluid escape from his length and flood into her mouth. Some pumped down her throat as bits of the fluid escaped down her lips, dripping onto her chest, thighs, and the ground beneath her. She finally pulled away, coughing heavily from the sudden onslaught of lion cum in her mouth.

"I can't kill you," The hunter finally said, "Even before this I was pretty sure I wasn't going to be able to. You can't go back to the castle though. If you do, the queen will kill you." He pulled his pants up and took a hold of his knife. "I'll try to keep her from knowing you're out here and still alive." With that, he started to walk off.

After he left, she sat there a moment. Snow White finally stood up on unsteady legs. She walked over to where one of the trees one and leaned against it. She then vomited, coughing up the male's semen with a mixture of her stomach acid at the base of the tree, emptying her body of all the contents.

Once she managed to orient herself and felt her stomach calm down, she walked back to where the remains of her clothes were. She pulled at the fabric, finding enough to cover her chest and lower portions, even if crudely and barely. She then picked up the bird once more and started walking, just to get away.

There was a small rumble of thunder as the storm started. The rain started to fall, lightly at first. As she continued to walk, it got stronger. Soon it was heavy, shaking the trees with each drop. Snow White soon started to run, trying to find shelter.

As she ran she found a place. It looked thickly built, as though carved out of solid stone. She walked up toward it, looking at it. She knocked on the door, getting no actual response, but the door pushed open, swinging in all the way. The large deer eyes looked around, taking in what she saw. There was no one there. A flash of lightning and crack of thunder convinced her to step further in, shutting the door behind her. Whoever lived here would probably understand and at least let her stay until the storm passed.

She looked around a moment, walking deeper into the house, when she noticed the smoldering remains of a fire. She set the bird down, pulling the wet cloth off of it and putting it by the fire place. The wet and tattered clothes set out on the stones to dry. She then took several pieces of wood, working to set it up. The embers were still glowing, now against the dry wood. The lost princess blew against the embers, working to catch the fresh wood and get the firing going once more. She laid down, drying off in the warmth, and eventually dozing off.

Some time later, she awoke, not knowing where she was at first, and looking around in fear. As she looked around, she started to wake up fully and recall of what had happened to her. She was upset over being out in the world alone, but... she was not entirely sad, at least not enough to cry. There was really nothing left for her at the castle anymore now as it was. Her family had died and all the servants she thought of as friends had been fired.

What about the people who lived near the castle? Those in the domain of the queen? Someone should do something. The young deer girl looked down at herself. She could do nothing against the likes of her. The banished princess was small and weak. The queen had already tried to kill her once. If Snow White went back, the queen would try to make absolutely certain that the young female was killed.

As she sat there, she started to actually look around at her surroundings. The bird was still by the fire, asleep. Her dress was dry, but other then to cover the bare basics, was nothing more then rags. The room itself was somewhat dirty. It had not been cleaned in a while apparently. She could see the kitchen and a small section leading off to what looked like a bathroom. There was also a stairway heading down.

Out of curiosity, she got up and walked over. She stopped at the opening to the stairway, noticing it was too dark for her to see down there and figure out what was under the house. She walked over to the window and looked out. It was still raining. She looked around once more, finding a broom. She took a hold of it, and started to sweep.

As she continued to work, cleaning up the inside of the house, she started to hum to herself. She was unaware that anyone was approaching at that time. The door pushed open, three large male badgers stepping in, dripping wet in their overalls.

"Thanks a lot," one of them growled, "I thought you said there wasn't going to be any rain today. Now we're all wet, and the our brothers are stuck on the other side of the stream until they find a shallow spot to cross."

"It's not like I can tell perfectly," a second responded, "Besides, YOU were the one who said that it would lighten up and we could make it without even getting wet."

"Knock it off you two," A third nearly snarled out, "They'll be fine and here....Hey. Somebody's here." The three of them went quiet. The house had been cleaner then when they had left it. They walked in slowly, seeing the fire and the bird, now awake, but still sitting next to the fire. It was then that the small female doe emerged out of hiding, holding her arms around herself to cover her exposed private areas.

"He...hello there," she said meekly, "I got caught out in the rain and accidentally found my way to your home. The door opened and I just wanted to get out of the storm." She looked at them with her large blue eyes, feeling a little bit of fear that they would just throw her out into the rain or such, but hoping they would be nice enough to let her stay.

She stood there before three badgers. They were tall, though each of different heights. All three of them had similar markings in their fur and were heavy set, showing massive amounts of muscle. Their fur was wet and there were dark stains on their clothing. Their may have been dirt on their fur as well, but it was too dark to be noticeable. The three of them studied her a moment before the middle sized one pulled a large clawed paw back and swatted at the smallest, getting him on the shoulder.

"I can't believe you forgot to lock the door," He growled at the smaller of the three, "someone, or something, more dangerous could have gotten in. How could you forget?"

"I didn't," the smallest of the three replied, "I wasn't the last to leave this morning. You're always trying to blame me for stuff. Maybe YOU forgot to lock it."

"Knock it off you two," the largest of them snapped, "Now that's enough on the matter. Besides, apparently we have a guest for the moment." He walked forward, placing a large paw on her shoulder. "Tell you what. You can stay here for the night. In the morning one of us will walk you home to make sure you get their safely."

"I don't have a home anymore," she said softly, "My stepmother, the queen, sent me out in the forest with someone to try and kill me. If I go back, she will make sure it happens for certain this time." she finally felt the tears start to well up in her eyes.

It was then that she felt the large arms wrap around her body, pulling her against him in a hug. She pressed into him, burying her face in the thick fur, finding it to be dirty after all. She cried regardless, body racking with each sob as more grief then she realized welled up and poured out of her.

Once the sadness all got out of her, her mind went back to what she had done with the hunter in the forest. She slid one paw up and the other slid down. She pressed against the crotch of his overalls, feeling the bulge of his male hood through it. A small thrill went through her body in excitement and shock as she realized it was bigger then the lion's had been.

"What are you-" the badger's question was cut off as the small deer pressed her mouth to his, kissing him hard. She gripped his member through the coarse material and squeezed as her other paw worked to undo the snaps holding them up in place.

The other two watched as the tallest, the oldest, kissed the small deer girl who had mysteriously come into their lives. They were uncertain what to do. The male that was busy kissing her started to undo his overalls. They fell off him rapidly, leaving him completely naked in seconds.

The small white deer girl moved to grip the sheath directly, stroking along the length. She felt it starting to swell as she tried to coax the shaft out. She tensed as she felt one of the massive paws stroke down her stomach then slip between her legs. A moan escaped her as he teased her slit, letting the fingertip part her nether lips just slightly.

The other two watched, feeling themselves getting excited as well. The reached up, starting to undo their own overalls. The slid them off and pushed them aside in piles on the floor. Now all three of them were naked, with their shafts standing hard and proud, each as different the owner between the three of them.

Snow White pulled free of the kiss, moaning at the teasing of her sex. Before she could lower her head, the badger picked her up, eliciting a squeal as she was physically lifted up off of the floor. She opened her eyes, looking down between her legs at the massive shaft so close to her. A part of her was excited by the thought of such a big powerful male taking control of her body.

The male badger's shaft was nearly as thick as the doe's arm, looking massive against her little body as the tip pressed against her opening. He watched the small female, her eyes closed and moaning out, as he felt the tip start to push against her, starting to stretch her virgin sex wide as he begins to sink into her depths.

She moaned out, a mixture of pain and pleasure flowing through her as her virgin sex was taken for the first time, and by someone so powerful. She gripped at him, holding tightly as she felt the massive member start sinking in. Something shifted, behind her, knocking her from her trance.

As the largest of the three started working his way into her, the stomach already starting to distend slightly, the smallest of them had moved behind her. He placed his paws on her rump, spreading the cheeks to expose her tight little puckered tail hole. The smallest of them move forward, pressing his shaft against the crack of her rump.

The largest pushed his hips up more sinking in until the tip pressed against the opening of her cervix, only half of his shaft buried in her body. He growled in pleasure, rocking his hips and trying to sink deeper into her depths still.

The middle sized of the three moved closer curiously. One of his paws started to stroke along his length as he felt his excitement at watching two of his brothers take advantage of the little doe. His shaft gave a small twitch, releasing a bead of pre-cum on the tip.

The smallest of the three rocked his hips, stroking his own length along the backside. He then lined the pre-cum covered tip up with her little pucker. He then started to push up and forward, the tip pressing against the ring, starting to spread it as he begins to sink into her previously untouched backside.

Snow White shuddered and moaned almost screaming as she was entered from behind. Her entire body tensed up, shaking as she feels her first orgasm in her life. She tilted her head to the side, seeing the medium sized of the trio. One paw reached out, grabbing at his length. She leaned sideways, bringing her head down to take the tip into her muzzle.

The middle sized of the three moaned out as he felt his length encompassed by her mouth. He pushed his hips up forward slightly, trying to sink more of his length into her muzzle and throat. The length twitched already, letting a spurt of pre-cum flood into her throat.

The largest male started to pull back, tugging at the inner walls as the half of his length already inside started to slip out of her depths. At the same time the smallest was pushing forward, working to force the head past the ring and into her virgin rear, stretching her body further still. Soon the motion reversed, what little was in the rump slipping away as the length started to sink back up into her canal.

The abandoned princess deer moaned out, sending vibrations along the shaft. Her head fell forward slightly, taking the entire length into her mouth and throat, lips pressing against the base of her sheath as the tip caused her to gag. Strangely, it was not as bad as when she had done this with the hunter.

The three of them held her firmly in place, each having a member partly buried inside her tight, young and apparently willing body. Each started to rock, setting their own pace that fell into a rhythm matching for all three. With each pump, the shafts would sink deeper into her body, stretching her further.

The shaft in her feminine body part pushed up hard, forcing past the cervix and letting the rest of the member sink in to the base as the top entered directly into her womb. She moaned out in pleasure, sending vibrations along the length of the shaft in her mouth. A bit of drool escaped her, dripping down onto the sac of the one in her mouth.

The smallest badger moaned out in pleasure. He gripped the hips and sides of the deer more firmly as he continued to push forward, sinking more of his length in her tail hole. Soon his hips were pressing against her cheeks, shaft buried in to the hilt.

Snow White kicked and thrashed as another orgasm coursed through her body. Her muscles clenched down hard, squeezing on the members in her so tightly, it was almost as though she was trying to pull them off into her. Her canal soaked the length in her feminine canal, soaking his testicles and creating the start of a massive puddle on the floor beneath the four of them.

The second orgasm around him was enough to send the largest of the three badgers over the edge. He thrust up one more time, snarling out in pleasure. The shaft swelled further and convulsed, flooding her womb with the thick warm ropes of sticky white cum.

The doe moaned out, feeling the fluid flooding into her. She shifted and rocked more. One paw moved to support her better as the other slides down the sac in front of her, squeezing and massaging. Her hips started to rock and pump back, grinding against the hips of the other two and milking both lengths as best as her body can.

The smallest of the three adjusted himself. He started speeding up, thrusting faster into her stretched backside. He let out a noise of pleasure, losing himself to the feral lust of sex as he pulled back to the base just in the ring then thrust forward, hips slapping her rump as he buried himself as deep as he could reach.

The medium sized one kept himself in position. He moved one paw to hold onto her as the other gripped the back of her head. He started to rock his hips, grinding against the back of her throat and lips.

Snow White felt another building already. This was all new and shocking for her. In a single day she had gone from a virgin, to being with three males and on the verge of her third orgasm from sex. She suddenly felt a digit press against her clitoris, setting her off. She tried to scream out in pleasure around the shaft, already covered in saliva and pre.

The feeling of her squeezing around him more set the one in her rear off as well. He thrusts up one more time, grinding his hips hard against her cheeks. He had to keep from digging his nails in and cutting her as he climaxed. The shaft flooded her bowels with his fluid, filling her with enough for it to leak our around the ring and the base of his shaft.

The doe felt a shiver up her spine as her previously unused gut was now filled to overflowing with male seed. That only left one to finish off. She doubled her efforts on the shaft in her paw and mouth, sucking on the length vigorously as she teased and massaged the testicles.

The efforts were effective, finally sending the last of them over the edge. The shaft twitched as it fired a shot into the doe's throat. He then pulled back, slipping out of her muzzle as the rest of his seed splattered onto her face. Once it came to an end, all the shaft slipped from her body, the four of them sitting on the floor.

"There are seven bachelors living here," the largest finally said, "all of who work and none of us are good at housework. I'm sure we can convince the other four to agree to this, that if you are willing to work around the house while we work elsewhere, you can stay here with us."

Snow White laid there on his stomach, then started to smile. It would mean she would have some place safe. A part of her thought about having more of the same. It was not what she would want perfectly, but she would have some furs who actually seemed to care for her. Before long she started to fall asleep. One of the badgers, she was too out of it to know which, picked her up and carried her down stairs. A piece of her mind took notice. Once she was set in a bed, her curiosity was mostly satisfied. It was their bedroom.

As morning came, the sun started to rise over the castle. Inside, the queen sat at her table, enjoying her breakfast, when two guards opened the door, allowing the hunter to come in. He walked forward to her, then dropped to one knee and held out the box. He looked down as he waited, hoping she would fall for his ruse.

The wicked mare that was queen reached out, taking the box and setting it on the table before her. She undid the latch and opened the box. A smile spread over her mouth at the sight of the bloody heart inside it. She picked it up, feeling the weight. She then brought it to her mouth and tilted her head back, swallowing it whole and raw.

"You have done well," she said, licking her lips of any remaining blood, "I am proud of you for serving me so loyally. You shall be greatly rewarded." She motioned to someone, who came forth with a sack and presented it to the hunter. The lion took the bag, feeling the weight of it. He opened, looking to see the gold coins, the closed it and started out.

"I look forward to having you serve me again," she shouted at him. He did not respond, just kept walking. She did not see the smirk on his face. A smirk of relief that the heart from some wild game had deceived her. He was not going to server her again. He was going to take his gold and leave. Maybe go toward the coast and try to visit a foreign land. He just wanted to get as far away from this place as he could get.

The queen stretched out in the seat with a proud smile on her face. She had the kingdom, she was the most beautiful in the land, and now the only fur who could be a threat to either was dead. Nothing was in her way now. She had it all.

When she awoke, Snow White met the other four, finding out that all seven of the badgers were in fact brothers. What's more they all worked together in a mine, collecting anything of value, be it gold, silver or jewels. Their family were given full ownership by her own grandfather. Whether or not they were aware of what three of them had done with her the night before did not come up.

When the seven of them left, they warned her to lock the door and not let anyone in since she was in such danger and few kind furs came through this area. Each gave her a hug and three gave her a kiss on the top of her head. Once all of them were out of sight, she shut the door and made sure it was lock. Her eyes looked over the house a moment, the found what the worst part of the mess was and started to work on it.

Months started to pass, and things started changing for both the queen and the exiled deer. Things started to get worse for the kingdom and the queen's immediate servants as she got greedier, vainer, and more selfish. She became violent, striking out at those around her suddenly and with no warning. She spent more time making sure she looked perfect. Her actions also started to make the kingdom suffer, for she started to force her workers to take more of the food from the peasants and such, giving them less to eat.

Meanwhile, at the small house in the forest, things were going quite different for Snow White as she was living with and helping the seven badgers who had taken her in. The physical work had started to add muscle to her frame, making her stronger and more toned. Her shape started to fill out, breast growing large and round and her rump getting curvy and plump. After dinner, one or two of them would help teach her how to defend herself. Ways to fight off larger furs and an especially effective way to stop a male. Although they simply explained that. None of them had any intent of allowing her to kick them in the crotch.

It turned out the other four brothers did in fact learn of what happened the night she arrived while they were on the other side of the river trying to get across. They were all friendly, and seemed very handsome. Once in a while she would slip around, and spend some private intimate time with one of them.

The queen stood in her work room, looking out at all she ruled and thinking of all she will have. Her long equine tail flicked some as she thought about it. She had everything she could want, and she wanted more. She walked toward the mirror, checking her features quickly before speaking.

"Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the sexiest of them all?" She asked the mirror. She felt she knew the answer. It had been quite a while since she bothered to ask, but she did so want to hear the praises of the mirror once more. She watched as the dragon appeared.

"The prophecy I have foretold has finally come true," the figure replied, "For now the young Snow White is now sexier then you." With that the image shimmered and on the mirror there appeared Snow White as she now looked. She was carrying water into the house and was wearing a large shirt as though it were a dress.

"No!" she screamed out in a rage, "You're wrong! You're Lying! She's dead! I had the hunter killer her and bring me her heart!" Her nostrils flared, ears tilted back as anger flooded through her. The image shifted back to the face, giving her an evil smile.

"By one whose eating habits you do share were you deceived," the dragon in the mirror said with a grin, "For it was the heart of a common wild boar did you receive." He started laughing loudly, the sound echoing in the small chamber.

The evil queen screamed out in a fit of rage. First she was no longer the most beautiful in the land, then she was tricked, the girl was still alive, and finally the mirror dared to say she ate like a pig. She grabbed the item's frame, wrenched it from the wall and threw it out the window.

As the mirror hit the ground, it shattered, becoming nothing more then a twisted gold frame with the glass itself nothing more then dust being blown in the wind. The moment of impact the wind did pick up, a monstrous howl came along with it, echoing through the castle and the land. A roar of pain and rage. A roar normally heard from a dragon on a rampage.

The queen looked down at the shattered remains, breathing heavily with anger. The brat was still alive, she was pretty then the queen now, and apparently no one would do their job and kill one little deer girl. It looked as though if the mare wanted the doe princess taken care of once and for all, she was going to have to do it herself.

Back at the house, Snow White was carrying the pail of water into the house from the well. She hummed to herself slightly as she worked, bringing it in to put in a pot to boil. She stopped short as she caught sight of someone walking toward the place. A part of her said to run back in and lock the door. As the figure came closer, a she relaxed slightly and even considered going to meet him. It was the ox prince that she had met earlier with the hunter. The deer finally decided to go about her business normally and started toward the well once more.

"Excuse me," he said as he walked up toward her, "some friends and I are camping not far from here and we seem to have run out of water. Would you mind if I took some with me to them?" He looked at her in the shirt that went down to her knees.

"Not at all," she said kindly, holding the bucket out to him, "just be sure to bring it back soon." She then turned to walk away, heading back toward the house.

"You look familiar," He called out loudly to be heard, "Have we met somewhere before?" He wandered about her tail as he saw hints of the curve of her hips and butt. She then stopped and turned around, looking at him.

"It's possible that we may have," She said, "I think I have seen you before. You're friends are waiting. I'll see you when you bring the bucket back I guess." With that she walked back inside, shutting the door behind her.

A little in the day, the youngest and smallest of the seven came home. He unlocked the door and pushed it open. He carried the bucket in one hand and a package in the other. He set the bucket down by the door, then shut it. He smiled as Snow White came in.

"Hello there," he said, "I see you've been busy." He looked around some, seeing her work for today.

"Yes sir," she said, giving a small bow, but getting waved off slightly.

"You have been here for quite a while," he said, "and we keep having to tell you that there is no need to be formal with us. We are friends, so you don't have to call us sir or anything." He walked in further, kind of hiding the package behind his back.

"Sorry si-" she cut herself off, "I'm sorry. My stepmother insisted on me always being formal. It's difficult to bring an end to a habit you were taught for more then half of your life. You seem to be home early. Are the others coming as well?"

"Not until later when we normally get back," he said, setting the box down on a table, "I was sent to go pick up some things we had needed and such. By the way," he turned to look at her, "I ran into someone on my way back. They handed me that bucket and wanted me to thank you for letting him borrow it so he could get water to the others." He shifted, trying to look angry. "Weren't you told to lock the door, stay inside and not talk to anyone you don't know because they might be dangerous."

"I did know him though," she said softly, "I had seen him when I first came out here, before I knew what was going on. He's a prince I believe. Besides, I didn't go out to meet him. I was taking the bucket back out to the well when he showed up and asked for water. I couldn't say no." She looked up at him as sadly as she could, chewing her lower lip. She had never gotten caught breaking the rules before, so she had no idea what was going to happen.

"Well, then I guess it is fortunate that we are having his grace for supper in three days then," he finally said, giving a smile.

"What?" She cried out in surprise, "You're going to EAT HIM? How could you? He's a-"

"NO!" He shouted to cut her off, "We're not eating him. We're having him over as a guest for dinner in a few days. As much as we love having you with us, this isn't a home for you. You need someone to be with, and none of us want to see you stuck out here the rest of your life with seven badgers and such. We knew he was a prince and have seen him before. So when I saw him, I invited him to dinner in three days."

"Yay," Snow White squealed out, "I'm going to have dinner with a prince.... What am I going to wear?" She stopped suddenly, looking down at her body wearing basically nothing more then an oversized shirt.

"Then I guess it's a good thing I was sent to pick up this," with that he pulled out a lovely pastel colored dress. He held it out at arm's length out toward her. She looked at the dress with large eyes of surprised. Slowly the deer reached up, taking a hold of it then pulling against her body.

"It's beautiful," she said, almost crying, "Thank you so much." She leaned in, kissing him on the nose and causing him to blush beneath the dark fur. He watched a moment as the white doe danced around some, imagining how she would look in the dress. Her shirt shifted as her tail flagged excitedly. He smiled. If this work, their doe would be safe in another kingdom and starting her own family.

As the days passed, the queen came up with a plan. She thought of a way to finally take care of Snow White once and for all. She slipped up to her lab to get everything ready. At the same time, the house in the forest the doe had been staying at was filled with excitement and energy. The deer girl was working to clean the house for their dinner guest and even managed to get the seven badgers to help out some to get ready.

Around noon of that day, Snow White was in the house, door locked, as she checked on the evening meal. It was then that she heard a knocking. She stood up and looked through, seeing what appeared to be a very worn and haggard looking goat woman, hunched at the front of the door.

"Is there anyone here?" the hunched over and aged figure asked the door, "I'm a poor old lady who need something to drink and a moment to rest before continuing on. Is there anyone here who could help me with this?"

The deer reached for the door then stopped. She felt horrible about not helping the old woman, but she did not wish to get the others mad at her. Maybe the goat would be able to get the water herself and leave.

After a few moments, the goat did step away from the door. She walked toward the well and grabbed the rope. The gnarled hoofed paws gripped as best they could and pulled, trying to get the water. It was then that the old fur cried out. She released the rope and collapsed onto the ground.

Not being able to just stand by anymore, Snow White opened the door. She ran over to the elderly female and bent down. The deer's arms wrapped around the goat helping her up. The two of them went inside, the doe helping the goat to sit down Once she was sure the older woman was comfortable, the doe went outside to get some water.

As soon as she was a lone, the elderly goat got up, seeming to move faster and with more youth and energy then she had been showing. She reached into her clothes, pulling out the biggest, reddest, juiciest apple and set it down in the fruit bowl. She then sat back down, watching as the deer came back in with water.

"Thank you young lady," she said in a soft and weak voice. The two of them sat there a while before the elderly woman got up. She thanked Snow White then started on out. Once she was out of sight of the house, Snow White shut the door.

While walking through the forest toward the castle, the goat dropped the cloak. Her form started to shift. Her back straightened up. The horns vanished. The features started to move and shift, switching from an ancient nanny into those of the evil queen. She turned her wicked eyes back toward the castle and smirked. It was fortunate that the doe had not gone far away. The less time spent in that wretched haggard disguise the better. Now all she had to do was wait. She would know the instant the brat bit into the apple. Once that happened, The queen's rule over her domain would be absolute, and she would be the most beautiful in all the land.

As she got back to the castle and walked to her work room, she stopped in front of the mirror, and gave a scream. Something had gone wrong. Her once luxurious blue black fur had been changed. Her body was now covered in a bright, almost bloody, red. Once she calmed down and looked at herself again, it was not such a bad look for her. It gave her body more shade and highlight, showing how beautiful she was even better.

That night back out the house of the seven badgers, the seven of them, the doe they had taken in, and the ox that was a visiting prince for a nearby kingdom all sat around the table. The talked gently, enjoying the company and the peace. In time, how Snow White came to be with them was revealed. The prince got up in anger and stormed outside. The deer watched a moment, then got up. She grabbed an apple from the middle of the table then walked outside after him.

"I should have done something," the prince said before the doe even spoke, "I could have attacked him and gotten you someplace safe. I could have gotten my men and gone to the castle to take the queen. To restore you to the throne. I could have-" He was stop as a finger was placed against his lips. His big brown eyes looked into her blue ones.

"This is nothing you could have done," she finally responded, "You didn't know what was going on. Until the hunter tried to attack me, neither did I. Had you attacked him, I would have tried to stop you because I thought he was a friend. He didn't kill me though. As for the queen, she hopefully thinks I'm dead. If not then we can just go to your kingdom." She gave him a kiss on the nose then took a bite of the apple.

"I suppose we could," he said, "but what about the people in your kingdom? Would you really want to leave them all under the power of your stepmother? And I really don't like the idea of you not having what rightfully belongs to you. We can go to my people, get an army, and overthrow the queen."

Elsewhere, back at the castle, the queen shifted. She felt the event of her worthless brat of a stepdaughter, the princess take the bite into the apple. She smirked to herself. The deer would be dead in minutes and no one could do anything about it.

The ox turned to Snow White, waiting for her response. When she opened her mouth to speak, she suddenly could not breath. She dropped the apple, clutching at her throat to try and do something. No air was getting through at all. Not even enough to cough or gasp.

The prince moved toward her, reaching out with a hand. He gripped her shoulder and moved close and tried to figure out what to do. He swatted at her back, but it did not seem to accomplish anything. The prince took several steps toward the house, shouting. All of the badgers came out, finding the prince standing there and Snow White collapsing to her knees, still trying to breathe without avail.

One of them moved toward her and crouched down. He reached to her jaw, taking a hold of it to lift her head. A finger slipped into her mouth, pushing against the tongue and down her throat slightly. It seemed like if he should have been able to dislodge the stuck piece. He then pulled his finger out and let go. Snow White turned, and vomited.

They all moved a distance from her and looked away, giving her some privacy. One of them saw the apple and picked it up. He walked toward the house and looked at it closely.

Snow White coughed a couple times, then wiped her mouth. She stood up slowly, making sure her legs would support her. It was at that point that the prince moved closer, holding out an arm to give her some support and hold her up just in case.

"I'm alright now," she said as she still tried to catch his breath, "I'm fine. Just had a piece of apple caught in my throat. It was nothing." She gave him a weak smile.

"No it wasn't," the oldest and largest of the badgers said, holding up the apple, "This was the one you were choking on. It's a good thing too because it was poisoned. If you had swallowed it you would have been killed. I think this apple was from the queen."

"Why?" the deer asked in confusion, "Why would she try to kill me? I'm living out in nowhere. There's no possible I could be a threat to her rule. And how could she have found out. The only furs I see are all.... The nanny. The other day this old nanny goat nearly collapsed. I gave her some water. She must have been working for the queen."

"We should leave here now," the prince said, "I can take you to my kingdom where you'll be safe. Then we can raise an army and come back to overthrow her." He took her hand and held it close to him. His eyes looked at her, pleading some.

"Thank you," she said, "But no." Her voice took on a firmer, more commanding tone, "She has attempted to assassinate me twice now. My people are suffering under her rule. Besides, if I had not grabbed the apple, someone else might have. That means eight other could have died instead of me. Also, there's the possibility that whether I am dead or not, she will return to kill my friends. I need to stand up against her. First, I need you to do something for me." As she said that part, she turned her head toward the brothers, looking at the oldest and largest the most.

Over the next few days, the badgers left their mine untouched. Instead they went to the castle and surrounding area. The seven would split up, talking to the furs around there. They found many who cared for the former rulers, and would take up arms to battle against the queen. The prince had gone to the other kingdom. He was going to get soldiers, get them to help her and the others retake the throne.

Finally the day came. The prince was not there yet, but the doe, the badgers, and the peasants, were all ready and willing to go regardless of the matter. The group rapidly stormed the castle. Many were caught off guard, not expecting to be attacked. Several fought back, quickly being overpowered. As they got further in, many of the guards started to simply surrender.

When they reached the throne room, Snow White went inside by herself. She pushed the doors open hard, finding them easier to move then she recalled from the last time she was here. She planted her feet hard, hooves thumping on the floor as she stormed in. Her features hardened and muscles tensed as she came in.

"Hello stepmother," the deer said angrily, snapping her words. The queen looked on at her in surprise. The doe did not look so sweet and innocent. She looked powerful, regal. She looked truly beautiful and was now a true threat to the mare.

"No," the queen said in surprise, "You're dead. I know it. I set the poison apple down and I felt you take a bite from it. You're dead. DEAD!" She screamed out, lunging for the deer. Her eyes glowed with bloodlust.

Snow White moved aside letting the queen hit the floor. When the mare stood up and grabbed at her throat, the deer pushed the arms away and swung, slapping her hand across the evil queen's cheek. It was not a hard hit, at least it did not feel like it to the doe, but it was enough to send her step mother reeling back in shock, her face stinging hard.

"It's all over," the deer said in a commanding voice, "Your cruelty and wickedness will not be a problem to anyone as long as I am queen." the returning princess motioned and had several come to take the mare away, dragging her from the throne room.

With the spreading of the news, the kingdom started to celebrate the news of the queen's banishment and the return of the rightful princess. Plans rapidly started to be made for Snow White's coronation to the throne as full queen, and the planning of her wedding to the ox that was a prince from a neighboring kingdom.

And so it was for them. Snow White was made the queen of her kingdom, starting to make right the damage done by her step mother. She was shortly after married to the prince she had met twice and fallen in love with, who soon became king of his region and bringing the two lands together. Soon after, she was pregnant with their first child.

As for the others, the badgers were each granted knighthood and given a medal for their bravery. Their mine and house were declared their own property, and that none could take it away from all of them, not even the king or queen themselves. They were also given the evil former queen. She had been bound and tied at the time. A mystic and drawn and painted fertility signs all over her body. She was now nothing more then a brood mare for the badgers to breed with to pleasure themselves and have many children. While she was evil, she was also smart. With fathers like the badgers to raise them, those born from the two would be kind and smart. That was what believed at least. While the queen was angry at the demeaning and humiliating way her life had become, she in time grew to enjoy the constant breeding, feeling of having offspring inside her, and she liked how her breasts had grown larger and had milk. So over all, it all ended happily ever after for everyone.