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'Fuck the city.'

Were it not for the bright greenery whipping past Vic's jeep and the crack and crunch of the gravel road beneath its tires as he weaved his way through the unpaved country roads, he would have been in just as poor of a mood as he was when he first started the long drive.

A too long work week, with an agonizingly slow final day, was all it took to nearly derail his plans to escape to the country for a much needed weekend getaway. The doberman nearly felt like scrapping the whole plan he had been waiting for weeks on, purely because of how draining the final hours of his shift had been. Luckily, the doberman had had the foresight to pack everything he wanted to bring the night before, so all he had to do once he returned home from work was to get a final shower in, strap his kayak to the roof of his jeep, and throw his bags in the back.

It nearly killed him, but as he tightened the straps holding his kayak to the roof rack, he could feel his second wind building. His grandfather owned a large swathe of forest far outside the city, a forest Vic had spent his childhood exploring and venturing through. While he enjoyed the bustle of the city most days and the sheer availability of things to see and to do, not to mention the better selection of people to meet and interact with, he still felt the call of his childhood forest fairly regularly.

Over the past two weeks, he had felt it particularly strongly, so he applied for several days of leave from work, got approved for it, and sped away from his home city faster than a greyhound out of the gate.

The doberman knew exactly where he wanted to go and exactly what he planned to do as soon as he got his campsite set up.

On his grandfather's land, there was a small lake several hundred yards wide and easily a mile or two in length. In the center of it sat a small island, large enough to have a decent hike around its shoreline, with plenty of trees to make it feel closed off from the world beyond. It would be his own little universe as soon as he paddled across the lake to it, and he was beyond excited for it.

The road wound and weaved through the thick green forest, and Vic relished in rolling his jeep around the bends. Other traffic wasn't a concern as the road was the only one through this part of the woods, and the only entrance was from his grandfather's property. The road itself was relatively well maintained as over the decades his grandfather had ensured its top notch care, utilizing his engineering expertise to keep it in good order.

With the windows down, the sound of his jeep's engine, and the tall pines surrounding him, Vic couldn't have been happier.

It took almost no time to reach the small ramp carved into the shoreline of the lake, and it made Vic smile as if he had just won the lottery. Pulling his jeep to a stop along the edge of the clearing, the doberman kicked open his door and jumped out, his every step accentuated by a giddy hop as he made his way to the back of the vehicle. Two coolers, a large rucksack, a waterproof camera bag, and his kayak paddle greeted him, and in his mind, he happily imagined each object as being just as excited as he was for a weekend away from the noise and constant light of the city.

"Hello friends." He greeted them with a smile, before starting to grab and carry each item to the shoreline before he began the slightly awkward process of unstrapping and pulling down his kayak.

The thing felt like it weighed a ton, but Vic chalked that up to the long stretch of time that it had been sitting alone in the shed of his grandfather's house. Vic wasn't a fan of going to gyms, so he was only able to keep up his physical fitness so much, but kayaking was a real treat to him and he had made this particular paddle many times over the years.

It took the canine half an hour to get everything offloaded from his jeep and strapped securely to the bright blue kayak, after which he began relieving himself of his clothes.

This was easily the part Vic looked forward to the most when he got the chance to get away from the world.

With such a large swathe of forest, and only one realistic entrance to its depths outside of multiple days of hiking through thick brush, Vic never had a problem stripping down to nothing, knowing he would have the entire place to himself and the wildlife. The only articles of clothing he ever brought on his excursions were a single set of clean clothes to change into and a rain jacket for the odd rainstorms that were often moved through the area. Only for emergencies, of course, as the doberman didn't enjoy wearing clothes when he didn't have to unless it was a good snug pair of underwear, a jock, or a lace...

He shook his head. Those were for special occasions, like the uncommon event when he would deign to open his door, and his legs, to a partner for the night. The wilds weren't the right place for such delicate finery.

Donning a wide-brimmed straw hat, which his grandfather had always teased him for, in spite of his repeated claim that 'just because you only see women wearing them, doesn't mean they aren't good gear to have in the sun.'

Vic chuckled to himself, squirting some short-fur specific sunblock into his hand before he liberally applied it to himself as best as he could on his own, saving his ears for last. The hat would save his back, and even if it drew some awkward attention back in the city when he would sit in the park with it on as he read, he much preferred to avoid losing his fur to an easily avoidable sunburn. People could be so insecure...

With his short fur glistening with the oil of the sunblock, Vic reached down into the rucksack strapped to the back of the kayak and pulled out a small speaker, suctioning the device to the kayak's body. He loved the sounds of nature, but preferred the ones he heard at night. During his trip across the lake to the island, he'd prefer actual music to the relative silence of the waters. Besides, the doberman always felt more invigorated when he was listening to music, so the paddling wouldn't feel so arduous after such a stretch of not performing the action.

After double and triple checking the straps and ties he had used to secure his gear, and the ropes fastened to the handles of the sealed coolers that would be pulled along behind him under the water, Vic pushed the kayak most of the way into the gently lapping water. It was wondrously cool on his paws, but he reminded himself that he would be able to properly swim after he got his campsite set up.

The doberman carefully sat himself in the seat, using the somewhat awkward action to push himself from the shoreline enough that he was properly floating free in the water. Once he was satisfied he still fit properly and his adjustments were still where he had left them the last time he had made this trip, Vic completed the last of his checks. The very last of which was finally silencing the small voice in the back of his mind that tried to convince him that his initial inspection and cleaning of the kayak hadn't, in fact, purged the boat of every last spider that may have made their home inside it over the months.

He shook his head, turned on his music, and began paddling.

* * *

Vic's arms burned as he pushed his arms harder, gaining speed as he approached the soft sand of his campsite on the island. The weight of the coolers dragging behind him had tired him out more than he had expected, another reminder that it had been too long since he had taken the time to treat himself to a camping trip. He had had to stop once during the trip at the halfway point, but the thought of finally getting to the island itself reinvigorated his aching muscles.

As soon as the prow of his kayak struck sand, the canine rolled out of his seat, splashing into the bracingly cool water. He laughed at the shock as he stood and dragged the kayak further on shore, out of the reach of any tide that would attempt to snatch it away from him, and dropped to his bare backside on the beach itself once he had done so. A swig of cold water raced down his throat as he surveyed the serene greenery of the forest, the cloudless blue skies, and the crystal clear waters of the lake he had just crossed. There was no wind, and had his recent activity not disturbed its surface, the lake would have looked like a mirror.

Savouring the scene for a few long moments, Vic stood himself back up and began the process of building up his campsite.

It took the better part of the afternoon, and Vic found himself feeling absolutely famished by the time he tied off the final elastic hook of the rain sheet above his hammock. He would be sleeping three feet off of the ground in what was essentially a cocoon of warm blankets that he could zip up if it ever got chilly enough at night, and he would be well protected by the sheet he had tied off to the trees four feet above that. The entire setup was several feet away from a fire pit he had dug and built up over the years, located in the middle of the beach and well away from any vegetation. He would only need to worry about the fire for the evenings, as he would let the entire thing die down to simple embers by the time he was ready to sleep, but even still, he kept a full bucket of water next to his sleeping area just in case.

It was always worth being a little paranoid.

On the far side of the small campsite, Vic approached two taught ropes that led off into the lake itself. Both were attached to his coolers, which he had weighed down so they would sink into the colder waters of the lake's murky depths. His arms complained at the doberman as he grabbed a rope and began pulling the attached cooler up to the surface, but the promise of the sizeable sandwiches he had made for himself gave him all the energy he needed to complete the task in no time at all.

This.

This was how Vic preferred to recharge his batteries.

Laying back on his own little beach on a sunny day, in the middle of a forest, munching on a thick sandwich and sipping from a particularly strong bottle of lager. Birds chirped in the distance, a light breeze rustled the leaves and branches of the pines and maples surrounding him, and there was no sign, apart from Vic's own campsite, of any civilization. He existed alone, and it was glorious.

***

The heat from Vic's crackling fire banished the nighttime chill from his small campsite, but the doberman opted to keep his cardigan on and open. His stomach was full, the coolers with his drinks and perishables had sunk once more into the cold depths of the lake, and his first open drink was providing a pleasant full-body buzz. He was finally relaxed, and surprisingly tired as a result.

Going from near constant work, both from setting up his camp and from the previous work week itself, threw his mental and physical exhaustion into sharp relief, but knowing that he was free for several days let Vic push those thoughts out of his mind completely with little trouble. Going back to work was a problem for Future Vic. Present Vic got to sit back, enjoy his drink, watch the tongues of flame dance about the small pile of wood in the firepit, and listen to the lonesome wails of the lake's resident loon.

At some point, he would set out on his kayak with his camera and attempt to catch the lovely bird as he had managed to do only once before, but for now, he was content to just listen.

It didn't take long for the last dregs of dark blue and purple to disappear from the sky behind the treeline as the sun moved well beyond the horizon. Now, the sky was home to thousands of tiny pinpricks of flickering lights. It was a sight Vic would never tire of, no matter how often he saw it or how long he looked at it over the course of a night.

The doberman could have drifted off to sleep then and there, cushioned by the heat of his fire and the soft sand underneath his body, but his entire body tensed up the moment he heard a commotion of snapping twigs and shuffling brush coming from the woods.

He had a can of bear mace strapped to his rucksack, but had never before had to use it. Regardless, it wasn't unreasonable to assume the worst, as there were a few points along the shoreline where the distance to the mainland was small enough to let some larger wildlife make a crossing. The canine stood, and scrambled to his pack where it rested under his hammock-style tent, and retrieved the canister.

Another snapped twig, followed by, to Vic's honest relief and surprise, a curse.

Bears didn't swear.

Not the less dangerous feral kind, at least.

"Hello?" The doberman called out to the forest, keeping the canister of spray at the ready.

"Eve-shit..." Another snap. "Evening!"

A tall, buff deer came stumbling out of the treeline, dressed in light bushwhacking clothes that looked well worn in both appearance and in how snugly they hugged the cervine's body. Traditional light brown fur covered most of his body that was exposed, with darker brown along the back of his neck, complete with a messily styled mop of dark brown hair between two large twitching ears and an impressive rack of antlers.

Antlers which were decorated with a severed tree branch.

"Who the f-" Vic started, completely taken aback at the sight of another fur in such an isolated place.

"Sorry if I startled you!" The deer's smile never wavered, even as he worked the branch free from his antlers. "I was, uh, relieving myself away from my campsite when I saw the glow of your fire through the trees. Wanted to investigate!"

"How the hell-" The doberman still held the can of spray tightly, his mind only just beginning to organize itself again.

"Right! Sorry!" The cervine smiled and held out a hand, his smile beaming brightly in the firelight. "Your grandpa said that you never expect other people here, it's kind of a long story."

"WHO ARE YOU?" Vic cut the deer off, his heart and brain finally slowing down enough to let him catch a breath.

"Oh, the name's Ambrose," The deer said, not at all put off by Vic's outburst. "Or Amber, if you're feeling naughty."

"Why are you on my island?" The doberman pressed.

"Share over a drink?" Ambrose offered, reaching down into the pocket of his shorts and pulling out a bottle of lager.

Vic narrowed his gaze at the deer, but decided that there was no harm in entertaining him if only to find out just how the hell his sanctuary had come to be violated by an outside interloper.

As the two made themselves comfortable in the sand around the fire, Vic took a few lingering glances at the deer. In spite of how violated he felt at the presence of a stranger in his special place, he had to admit that at least the view was nice. Still, he was subconsciously still struggling with deciding which was worse: the fact that someone else was here, or getting mauled by a bear.

"So, I'm really into astronomy," Ambrose began, the sharp hiss of compressed air escaping from his bottle as he twisted the cap off. "And I was looking for a new spot to do some stargazing. Did some searching of maps online, found this massive patch of forest with a nice little lake, and tried to take a drive out to find it."

Vic took a sip of his drink, keeping an eye on the deer as he spoke.

"Only found one road, which makes sense now," The cervine continued, taking a swig of his own lager, still with a smile on his muzzle. "Road led me to a house, and someone was working out in the yard, so I stopped and talked to them. The guy told me that it was their private property, asked why I was in the area, so I showed him my astronomy kit. We got to talking, he invited me in for tea, and he gave me the go-ahead to come here! Even gave me a lift because my car probably wouldn't have made it this deep into the woods."

His father definitely was the type to take an interest in other people's hobbies, and he absolutely loved anything involving science. It made sense that he'd open the way to someone who was actually seriously into astronomy.

"_He still could have warned me though..."_Vic thought to himself.

"Oh!" The deer reached into another pocket, pulling out a small piece of paper and held it out for Vic to take. "He also told me that you were likely going to be coming here as well. Asked me to give this to you. Haven't read it or anything."

Vic took the paper and unfolded it, his eyes narrowing as he fought the urge to facepalm.

"Deer son: HA HA HA HA. He's hot. Try to have fun."

And at the bottom:

" __If you're reading this, Ambrose, sorry not sorry. Enjoy p_ utting your telescope to use_!"

The doberman was blushing furiously as he reread the message several times. It was just like his father to try to hook him up when the opportunity presented itself, and equally like him to have as much fun with it as he could. Vic loved his father, and while he was irritated beyond belief, he couldn't hold a grudge against the older canine.

"Anything serious?" Ambrose cut through the jumble of thoughts running through Vic's mind.

"N-nah," The doberman said, looking swiftly over to the deer then back to the note. "Just a reminder."

"Sorry I sort of barged in on you, by the way," To his credit, the deer did at least sound honestly regretful. "Both for stumbling into your campsite and for setting up on your little island. Your dad mentioned that you came here as often as you could to get away from the world."

"It's fine," Vic shook his head, tossing his father's note into the fire before them. "I just really want to get away from the city when I come here. One or two people are fine, even here, so it's not like my entire trip is ruined."

"Glad to hear it, then!" The energy was fully back in the deer's voice now. "I'm always up for company when I'm out stargazing! Especially when that company comes already out of the package."

Vic looked over at the deer quizzically, noting that the cervine was grinning mischievously.

At that moment, the doberman remembered that he was still almost completely naked. Even if he closed his cardigan, it would only cover his torso, leaving his privates exposed. Vic had been standing in front of, and now was seated next to, Ambrose for at least ten minutes now, not once thinking to cover himself.

"Well, I guess there's no point covering up now," Vic gave a weak chuckle, scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment. "I don't really bring clothes when I come out here."

"I can't blame you!" If he was at all put off by the canine's nudity, Ambrose gave no sign of it. "I'm a bit of a wuss when it comes to camping. I don't know the area, don't know how cool it gets at night, that kind of stuff."

"We don't get a ton of weather happening here this time of year," Vic chuckled, feeling far more at ease now that he knew the deer had already been familiarized with his father, not to mention showing no offence at his nudity. "I only ever bring an emergency set of warm clothes just in case."

"Smart," Ambrose nodded. "I tend to bring a bit too much when I camp, and that's not even counting the telescope gear."

"Can I see it?" Vic asked, looking over to the deer.

The cervine's eyes bulged out a bit and he nearly choked on his lager, but after a small fit of coughing, he wiped his muzzle and looked at the doberman.

"Well, I wasn't exactly expecting you to be so forward," He said, standing up from his seat and moving the fingers of his free hand to the front of his cargo shorts. "But if you insist, I can't say no to a cute canine!"

"I-I meant the telescope!" Vic blushed harder, sitting up and holding his bottle over his crotch in an attempt to hide the dark red tip of his suddenly growing erection.

"Okay, that makes a bit more sense," Ambrose laughed out loud, his blush evident even in the relative low light of the fire. "Sorry, kind of a force of habit. I'm a pretty, excitable, person."

"Heh, nothing wrong with that," Vic stuttered, still blushing at the situation. His face burned even more as he realized he was now eye-level with one impressive looking bulge. "Kinda wish I had that kind of outgoing personality, myself."

"Oh I'm sure you could pull it off," Ambrose said with a chuckle. "You don't seem to mind being naked in front of a stranger at least!"

The deer reached out his free hand for Vic.

"Come on, I'll show you my setup."

The two waited for the already dwindling fire to die down to little more than glowing embers, Vic deciding it was safe to leave his site as the entire pit was surrounded by several feet of sand. Ambrose started leading the way through the brush, using a small red light to guide them through the easiest path between the trees and shrubs. The deer cursed most of the way through as his antlers caught on overhanging branches, loudly exclaiming his wonder at how his feral cousins could manage living in forests with such annoyances.

Given that the island wasn't terribly wide, it only took about ten minutes of bush-bashing to get to the other side, and to Ambros's apparent shock, they wound up only a dozen yards away from his campsite.

"Huh, wouldn't have been surprised if I had gotten us lost." The deer said, impressed with himself as the two made their way along the shoreline.

"It's not a big island, you know," Vic laughed, following along just behind the deer as he led the way with his red light. "You can't get lost."

"That sounds like a challenge," Ambrose replied, shining his light ahead of them to illuminate a tent set up just inside the treeline, then sweeping the beam to a flat outcropping of rock. "Still where I left it!"

Two fairly large objects sat on the relatively flat rock, both silhouettes of massive black tubes angled upwards towards the sky with one sitting atop a large tripod. Vic had been expecting a telescope like the one he had as a child that he had used only a few times to look at the moon from his backyard. These looked like nothing he had ever seen before outside of science shows.

Next to the telescope on the tripod sat a large box, on top of which rested a laptop with several cables running from it to the telescope itself. As they drew closer, Vic was able to discern what looked like a digital camera attached to where he would have expected an eyepiece to be at the base of the tube. Instead, as they stepped up beside the object, the doberman found that the eyepiece was situated near the top of the telescope's body.

"This one is what I use for actual astrophotography, automatically adjusts with the rotation of the earth for long exposure shots of deep space objects," Ambrose explained, stepping over to the box and waking up the laptop. Checking a few programs and what looked like a photoshop program, he left the laptop again and waved Vic over to the other telescope. "This one is for just plain ol' viewing."

This telescope was just as large as the other, if not slightly longer, but it sat on a wide circular base. Again, Vic hadn't expected what he saw, his memories too used to the traditional thin metal tube on a tripod when it came to such devices. It looked like it belonged in a high tech laboratory.

"Give me a minute, and I'll get something for you to look at." He said, bending over slightly and looking into the eyepiece near the top of the tube.

The deer was making movements as if to adjust the telescope itself, but Vic found himself transfixed with the sight of the waistband of what was clearly a jockstrap poking up above the waistline of his shorts. The sight was captivating for the canine, his eyes drawn inexorably to that one spot by the flagged puff of tail flashing him. The canine wasn't much of a top, but even he would be more than willing to make an exception. Those covered globes of the cervine's backside were just... fantastic.

"Aha!"

Vic blinked himself out of his fantasy and came to attention as the deer's tail flicked happily.

"Alright, don't touch the telescope itself," He said, pulling away and gesturing for Vic to take his place. "Just look through this eyepiece. You've got about a minute before it moves out of view."

Blushing at himself for ogling, Vic moved forward and leaned in to look through the eye piece, and was just barely able to stifle a gasp.

Vic had assumed that every image he had ever seen of nebulas and galaxies could only be taken from advanced observatories, with telescopes the size of buildings. Now, he was looking at what he thought was one of the most recognizable images of space in the world: The Horsehead Nebula.

It was a fuzzy red strand of light, with the towering 'horse head' cloud of gas appearing as a black silhouette. He had been expecting to see something as vibrant as what he had seen through typical internet image searches, but the fact that it was much fainter than those images didn't take away from the majesty of it all in the least. Vic realized he was looking at something so far away from earth that his brain couldn't even comprehend it as a real distance. It was at such a distance that he began to notice it move across the view of the telescope, slowly tracking from left to right as the rotation of the earth itself dragged it beyond his view.

As it moved away, Vic realized he had been holding his breath. He stood back from the telescope, and bumped into Ambrose behind him. The doberman gave a start as the deer poked his blunt nose between his exposed ass cheeks.

Two hands gripped his waspish hips, holding him steady as a broad tongue slipped up against his tightened pucker, eliciting a gasp from Vic. There was a part of him that was taken aback, shocked at the sudden

intrusion, but the greater part of him knew it was coming. The innuendo up to that point, the playfulness of their 'near misses', the fact that his father had likely done more than just paved the way for their meeting, but also likely planted some lewd ideas in the cervine's head...

"Yooooou son of a-" Vic's paternal curse was derailed as he gasped again.

Ambrose's broad tongue pushed past his ring, finding little resistance beyond that point, especially considering the doberman was already open and willing. It certainly wasn't the most graceful flirting period, but it also wasn't as straight forward as some of the hookups he had had in the past, but he had been willing to lift his tail for the deer the moment he realized the cervine wasn't about to murder him when he stumbled into Vic's camp.

Not being murdered by a sexy deer was one of the doberman's buttons.

Vic's hands shot out and clamped onto the massive telescope in front of him, ensuring the alignment of the device was completely ruined as the deer ate him out. It had been a while, but the doberman knew a good tongue when he felt it twisting inside him. Ambrose was practiced.

Several minutes passed with the deer helping himself to Vic's ass, the only sounds filling the night beyond crickets and loon calls were the gasps and moans of the doberman. His legs were shaking, but he didn't want to put any real weight onto the telescope lest he break something expensive, but Ambrose seemed to be able to read his mind. Given how far his tongue was able to reach, Vic wouldn't have been surprised if he could taste his thoughts.

"Shall we to the tent?" Ambrose pulled away from Vic's backside, firmly smacking and squeezing the taught cheeks before him.

It didn't seem like a question to the doberman. Ambrose seemed to know that the canine was putty in his hands at that point, free to be moulded and made to do whatever the deer wished. Vic couldn't have been more on board. He turned to face the deer grinning like a drunken idiot, taking the cervine's offered hand to be led to the treeline and the large tent set up just beyond.

Vic opted to be the one to open the zipper of the front flap purely because it gave him the excuse to bend over on all fours in front of the larger male behind him. He loved showing off his slender frame and perk ass to others, knowing that they would be undressing him and more with their minds. The canine had just crawled forward enough that his knees were resting on top of an inflated mattress when he was roughly shoved down, exactly as he had been done on numerous occasions in the past when he had teased and taunted his top a bit too much.

His feet were still stuck outside the tent, but Ambrose didn't seem to care as he pinned the doberman down with one hand on the back of his neck. With his free hand, the deer pulled open his button-up shirt, exposing the lighter beige of his toned stomach, before moving lower and opening up his shorts just enough to let his throbbing shaft flop free along with two very full balls.

Vic was suddenly regretting the extra teasing he had been giving. The deer felt massive, especially once the cervine adjusted himself enough that his shaft slid up between his ass cheeks and his large balls rested over his taint. Ambrose's knees sat on either side of Vic's legs, ensuring the doberman wouldn't be able to move anywhere easily. It gave him a perfect opportunity to grind his package down against the canine's ass, ensuring the dog knew just what he was about to experience.

Vic whimpered, both in fear and in naked need.

"Don't worry, pup," Ambrose leaned down and spoke directly in the doberman's twitching ear. "You're gonna roll over for me, and we'll get some extra lube so I don't utterly destroy you."

It took some time for Ambrose to pull himself away from the prone doberman, but he eventually did so, moving himself to the top of the mattress where Vic's head rolled over to face the roof of the tent. The doberman took a moment to realize just what the deer was doing, but his thoughts were derailed as Ambrose knelt over him.

A glob of precum fell from the fat head of the deer's cock, his foreskin barely able to keep the liquid contained. It dripped onto Vic's throat, the canine's vision overtaken entirely by two thick thighs, and an honestly massive sack above him. Ambrose took a moment to enjoy the stupefied state of the doberman below him, dragging his hefty sack across the canine's face before he shifted himself backwards just enough so that his cock was easier to access.

A small yank of the canine left his head hanging back off the top of the air mattress, and with one more adjustment, Vic was staring down the barrel of one of the thickest cocks he had ever seen.

"Open wide pup," Ambrose chuckled, taking a moment to suckle on his index and middle fingers before leaning down over the doberman. "I've got some work to do down here, so keep yourself occupied."

Vic instantly opened wide, greedily welcoming the drooling hooded head of the deer's cock between his lips. His tongue swirled under the foreskin, tasting the heavy flavour of Ambrose's precum at last. The canine savoured it happily, but was jarred out of his reverie when Ambrose shifted his legs, moving his body forward to make it easier for him to slide his fingers between his legs to begin poking and prodding at his still slick tail hole. The result of the move was several inches of his cock forcing its way into Vic's muzzle, making him gag slightly as the tip grazed the back of his throat.

Ambrose worked his index finger past the still tight ring of Vic's ass, resting his upper body on his free arm above the smaller canine below him. The deer was already suffocating his companion with his cock, so he saw no reason to crush what little air he could store in his lungs out of him by laying on him fully.

He was tall enough that he could have rested his head on Vic's knees, but he didn't mind. The deer enjoyed looking down to see his fingers working their way into the doberman underneath him, and the sight of Vic's cock throbbing and dripping with precum as he was worked over at both ends. While he couldn't see his cock disappearing into the doberman's muzzle as his head was hanging off the edge of the mattress, he still enjoyed watching his own abs tighten each time he ground his hips forward into Vic's hot maw.

The cervine found himself unable to keep his thrusts slow, however. It had been too long since his last good blowjob, and Vic's muzzle felt perfectly snug for his cock. Choking gurgles began to fill the tent as Ambrose ground himself deeper and deeper into the doberman's muzzle, keeping note of the death grip Vic held on his powerful thighs, ready to pause and give the canine a break if he felt charitable.

He flexed both his index and middle fingers as he continued to loosen Vic's ass, the sounds of the doberman's choking helping to fuel his vigorous fingering, along with making him feel more and more impatient. He wanted to fuck the canine, and he wanted to do it now.

Vic was lost in his own world, barely even registering the fingers spreading him open.

His eyes were closed, opening momentarily on occasion only when Ambrose's sack withdrew enough to let him see. Saliva and precum ran in rivulets from the corners of his mouth, dripping upwards along the sides of his face and matting his fur. Tears ran up over his forehead from his eyes as his throat was battered and brutalized, his brain unable to form any coherent thoughts.

The doberman barely even realized that Ambrose had withdrawn his fingers from his backside, and was now sitting up straight. One final push into his throat, and the deer rested. One hand stroking over Vic's chest as his throat convulsed around the fat shaft blocking his airway. Ambrose savoured the sight for a few moments before withdrawing his dick, shuffling himself to the side of the air mattress while Vic was left to cough and sputter on his back.

Vic sat upright, coughing into his hand, leaving Ambrose free to spread the dog's legs and place himself between them.

"Take a moment," Ambrose chuckled, leaning forward to rub his muzzle against Vic's comfortingly. "Because the hard part's coming next."

Vic happily took his time collecting himself, but was quick to adjust himself before the deer once he had done so. His legs spread wider, and the doberman pulled Ambrose into a wet, sloppy, aggressive kiss.

That was enough of a signal for the larger cervine.

While his tongue dug into Vic's eager muzzle, he drove his cock forward between the dog's ass cheeks.

The broad head of his cock breached Vic's ring with little resistance, allowing several thick inches to press into the canine's ass. The doberman squealed, losing his focus on the kiss as he was taken roughly. He gasped, just before Ambrose pushed him back down onto the mattress and forced him into another messy kiss. His invading tongue did enough to distract Vic from the ache spreading through his entire body, not allowing the doberman a moment's pause to react properly to the intrusion.

The soreness spread rapidly, but Vic wasn't given a chance to even register it in his mind. Ambrose was unrelenting, both with his tongue and with his cock, pinning the doberman down and leaving him barely enough room to squirm as he was filled inch by agonizing inch.

Vic didn't even realize the point when Ambrose bottomed out inside of him, so transfixed was he with the deer's tongue, his grip, and the heat coming off of his body.

Ambrose shifted his knees forward, his hips giving a sharp hump that made Vic whimper. The deer broke their kiss, ignoring the strand of saliva that connected their tongues for an instant before snapping and falling over Vic's chin and throat. The canine's face wore a dumbstruck expression of bliss, and he did his best to grind his backside against Ambrose's groin, his legs wrapping around the deer's waist to hold him tightly while his body adjusted to everything.

The deer began rolling his hips slowly, grinding in and out of the doberman by only a few inches at a time in a merciful move to avoid injuring the canine. Well, that's how he would have explained it, anyways. In reality, the cervine was enjoying the tightness of Vic's tail hole too much, feeling his ring pull outwards with each withdrawal and lewdly squelching inwards with each forward push. His eyes were closed and his large ears flicked happily at the noise, even before he began registering Vic's whimpers below him.

Precum was pooling in the doberman's belly button and covering his stomach, running down his sides in small streams with more being added each time Ambrose bottomed out in him. Vic's tongue lolled out of the side of his mouth, his legs barely getting enough energy to maintain their grip on Ambrose's waist as each rolling thrust knocked the wind out of his lungs. The deer was getting steadily rougher, his grinds forward evolving into sharper thrusts as he braced his hands on either side of Vic's head to steady himself.

The doberman was whimpering loudly now, a high pitched edge to each noise he made to join the clapping of Ambrose's crotch against his ass. If the size of his balls were any hint, the amount of precum spilling out around his fat shaft confirmed to Vic that the cervine was very productive. Though his awareness of it was fleeting given the jolts shooting up his spine, he could feel that his entire backside was swiftly becoming drenched in Ambrose's pre.

It felt glorious.

"R-ready for it?" Ambrose huffed as he hunched over the mewling doberman, doing his best to maintain his steady, hard pace.

"F-fu-fuck!" Was all Vic was capable of saying.

"Going to leave you a dripping mess, dog." Ambrose grunted, one hand moving to the doberman's chest and pressing down to ensure he was pinned firmly.

There was barely any resistance left in Vic's abused ring as the deer's fat cock slammed back and forth into it. The cervine was pulling nearly every inch out of the hot velvet hole before driving back in, Vic nearly howling on each withdrawal and going utterly silent with each thrust as the air was driven from his lungs. The doberman's panting howls picked up with Ambrose's increased pace, both of their feral cries reaching their peaks as the deer tipped over the edge.

Ambrose forced himself fully into the doberman's ass, releasing his pent-up seed in heavy spurts. Vic had never heard a deer snarl before, but the male buried balls deep in him made such a sound that sent chills down his spine even as he felt the heat of the cervine's orgasm spread through him. With the first few ropes pumped as deep into the doberman as possible, Ambrose started to withdraw his cock, much to Vic's chagrin. The canine was finally able to grasp onto enough sense to force his hand to his own cock, squeezing his knot as he rapidly approached his own climax.

"S-stay in m-ME!" He yelped as Ambrose thrust forward again, hard.

The wet smacks sounded louder now as the deer resumed fucking the dog, globs of cum squirting out from around his shaft to splatter against his sack and the air mattress below.

The renewed thrusting pushed Vic past his point of no return, and he howled as his orgasm rocked his body. Thick ropes of his own cum shot across his chest and stomach, but still, the deer grunting above him was only just starting to come down from his own high. He gave a few shallow but sharp thrusts, filling the tent with a few more lewd squelches before he stopped moving entirely, content to be buried completely in the canine as the two panted heavily.

Vic could vaguely tell that there was a small puddle of cum pooling under his backside, but he didn't care. There was a lake to clean up in, but for now, as Ambrose leaned down and pressed his larger body against the canine's own, he didn't want to even think about leaving his spot.

"Damn," Ambrose panted, grabbing onto Vic's sides and rolling over onto his back, taking the doberman with him until he was lying against the cervine's chest. "You've got a fine ass, Vic."

"Th-thanks," The canine chuckled a little breahtlessly. "You've got a great cock."

"You've got good taste," Ambrose replied with a chuckle. "And it's good you enjoy it."

The deer slid one hand up along Vic's stomach, then chest, smearing a significant amount of the dog's cum through his fur as he went, and slipped his fingers around the doberman's throat with a not-too-subtle squeeze. Ambrose leaned his muzzle down to the doberman's ear, and Vic found that he could _feel_the cervine's grin when he next spoke.

"'Cause the two of you are going to become great friends this weekend."