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The hunter finished his beer and tossed the empty bottle aside, belching massively. His companion laughed and took another drink from his own bottle.

"Done already?"

"Yep." The fat bear patted his belly. "Gotta try harder if you want to keep up, Jack."

Jack shrugged and took another sip. "I like to get drunk at my own pace, thanks, Kyle." He glanced over at the pickup truck parked to one side. "If you're done, gonna set up the entertainment?"

"That's the plan." Kyle grunted as he pushed himself to his feet and walked over to the pickup in almost a straight line. The back of the truck fell open with a crash, and he reached forward to grab something and pull it towards him.

The bound deer thudded to the ground with a grunt, followed by whimpering. He was hardly audible through the gag, and his tightly-bound arms and legs twitched as the bear lifted him and tossed him over a shoulder as if he weighed nothing at all. The deer's wide eyes looked around frantically as he was carried into the circle of light the hunters' fire made in the forest depths - and then grunted again when he was unceremoniously dropped to the ground.

Kyle sighed and cracked his knuckles. "Pretty one this time," he murmured. The firelight twinkled in his eyes as he ran them over the deer's slim body. He knelt down and stroked his fur, as if trying to calm the terrified stag. When his fingers reached his thighs, though, they slid around it, exploring under his tail. He laughed when he felt the deer's pucker close up, and patted him. "You're not gonna want to do that when Ravager mounts you, boy. Might as well practise loosening up now."

He grabbed the deer's bound hands and undid them - but only to refasten them around a thick wooden pole that had been driven deep into the earth. With that done, he undid the deer's legs. They scrabbled for purchase in the dirt, but the stag couldn't rise with his hands tied so low to the ground. He gave up in time, panting and shaking, unsure of what was going to happen.

Jack finished his own beer, and got to his feet. The horse was tall, and massive; his crotch bulged obscenely in the shivering firelight. He lifted two fingers to his mouth and gave a piercing whistle, and a few moments later a crashing sound could be heard in the woods. The deer stared in its direction, horrified, until an enormous hound burst from the underbrush and ran up to the horse, slobbering all over him as the horse petted him and said encouraging words. Kyle, meanwhile, was fishing a container of something out of the pickup; he opened it and smeared the contents on his hand, and the deer felt the wetness slapped against his underside and spread generously all around his tailhole.

Then the bear walked over to the hound, and clicked his tongue to get his attention. "Hey, Ravagar." He held his hand out, and the dog began sniffing at it immediately with great interest. The deer could see his cock appear immediately: a huge, crimson rod, thick as a pipe and glistening in the firelight. It bobbed up and down with the dog's growing arousal, and the knot inside his sheath grew thicker and thicker, like two golf balls stuck to its base. The bear stood, luring the dog towards the deer with his hand, until he tugged it away and the dog was left looking all around, eager for more scent.

Then he looked at the deer, and sniffed. Hard.

The stag felt his nose on him - and then his tongue, licking up every taste of whatever musk the bear had smeared on him. He began to pant in desperate confusion: fear, certainly, but a hateful, wonderful undercurrent of pleasure from the feel of the dog's tongue on him. The warmth, the wetness as it slapped against his soft hole over and over, rough surface sliding up and down, up and down...

He did whimper again when the dog suddenly jumped on top of him, and even managed a voiced, "No, please". But he could hear as well as his captors how little fire was in his words. The feel of the big dog's powerful front legs gripping him around the middle...well, the dog wasn't the only creature starting to get hard now.

The horse had seated himself on a log facing the deer and the dog, and had fished his fantastically large cock out and begun to stroke it, grunting with satisfaction as he eagerly watched the two of them. "Go on, Ravagar," he said encouragingly, as the dog's grip tightened and his hips began to thrust exploratively. "Find that sweet hole. You're gonna love this one, I'm sure." His hand slid up and down his shaft, wetted with spit for now, but beginning to shine more brightly as pre-cum oozed down. "Get him nice and loose boy. Knot-fuck that deer hole into next week. I wanna slide in so fuckin' smoothly when you're done, boy. Love your doggy cum lubing my entry."

Ravager didn't understand, but he knew the tone. He loved it when his masters gave him a new toy to play with. Each one was so tight at first...until they started making the moaning sounds, and began pressing back into him as if they were bitches. But bitches never felt so good, or told him what a good boy he was when he knotted them. All he had to do was find their hole. His hips thrust wildly, and his rock-hard canine dick stabbed forward, not quite finding it's home, but almost, almost...

Ravagar's cock sank into the deer in a single hard thrust, and as the dog howled with pleasure and lust, the deer under him shook and gasped.

"Oh...oh fuck..."

Ravager pushed in hard, until only his knot was outside. That was fine. He'd fuck his bitch until it went in. All of it.

"Oh...fuck...yes...Ravagar...fuck me..."

Kyle looked over at Jack with a smirk. "He got there fast."

The horse laughed back. "Suits me." His cock was as hard as the dog's, but twice the size. "I like it when they beg me to fuck them harder."

The deer's last thought before lust overtook him was whether the horse had ever tried fucking someone at the same time as his dog.