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soul, councillor. 
You are the bravest of men,” Lally esteemed, kissing the councillor’s thin
lips.
    “Safe journey,” he wished the princess as she fled.
    * * * *
    The whole day and night, Lally travelled through
forest and stream.  She was so desperate to flee the kingdom and the mad ruler
she once loved, she took neither food nor respite.  From that day forth, she
decided, she would adopt the name of Allerleirauh.  She would not disclose her
relation to her lunatic father and betraying mother.  Her name would be that
bestowed upon her by the departed Snake.  Now she must construct her protective
mantle of many furs.  But how would she know which creatures were to help her?
    When she had run a safe distance from the castle,
Lally slaked her thirst in the brook.  She set about collecting berries and
herbs to satiate her hunger and maintain her good health.  As she bent to pluck
a particularly ripe raspberry, a small blur flashed before her feet.  What
was that?   There it was again.
    “Snake’s skin? 
Snake’s skin!” a jumpy little voice called out.  “You’re
Aller-Aller-Allerleirauh!”  A tawny hare hopped tentatively from behind a birch
tree.
    “Yes, I am Allerleirauh,” she replied.  It was the
first time she had said her new name aloud.  Al-ler-lie-row.  Allerleirauh.  A
new woman.
    “Oh goody.  Oh goody,” he cheered.  “That’s great!  I
know what to do now.”
    She couldn’t help but laugh as the scatter-brained
creature transformed into an adorable young man with a trail of fuzzy bunny fur
encircling his navel.  His tawny hair was floppy; his upwardly sloping sex
anything but.
    “I take it you will be helping me with my mantle?”
Lally chuckled, leaning upright against the birch tree.  She parted her legs a
touch.  It was the first time she had laughed since leaving the castle. 
Reaching toward Hare, she grasped his curved cock.  It was curiosity more than
lust.  She’d never seen a man’s rod so furry.
    “Yes, oh yes, oh yes,” exclaimed the young man.  She
stroked him slowly as he pawed at her tattered skirts.  It felt lovely and soft
against her palm.
    In no time, the rabbit boy lifted her dress and
swiftly penetrated her cavern…or so he seemed to think.  The darling creature
couldn’t have been more inattentive.  It appeared he didn’t realize he was
simply stroking his fuzzy rod against her mound.  The sensation was wonderful
nonetheless.  Lally stretched back against the birch as he thrust against her
sensitive lower lips.  She sighed with pleasure, pressing her body up against
his until she could feel her wetness dripping down her thighs.  It was only
fair the boy should get to feel her inside as well as out.  Taking him in hand,
she showed his strange cock into her cunt.  The hare grasped at her skirts. 
Lally could count on her fingers and toes the number of thrusts he issued.  It
was over almost before it had begun, but at least she secured one of the hides
she was searching for.  The pelt from his furry back came right off in her
hands.  As she held the soft rabbit fur, the boy became fixated on a point over
her shoulder.  “Eeep!  Must depart,” he cried.  Naked, he scurried out of
sight.
    “Wait!” Lally hollered after him.  “Why do you run,
Hare?”
    A twig cracked behind her.  There was movement.  It
sent chills through her body. Suddenly, the evening seemed much darker.  “Allow
me to clarify, Allerleirauh.”  The creature behind her spoke in the deep, raspy
brogue of the Western kingdom. Lally spun on her heels, nearly falling over in
her snakeskin boots.  He was the wolf.  One eye blue, one eye brown.  His
silver mane and sharp incisors shone brightly in the blue light of dusk.  With
his violent gaze fixed on her, Lally was unsure what to do.  His pelt would
make a welcome contribution to her mantle, but would he have her for dinner
first?
    “That hare were going to be me meal, before ye came
along,” the