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The hare hit the ground with a heavy thud and a hollow grunt, shoved effortlessly from his seat beside the fire. He made an attempt to roll back up but a bare foot came to rest on his chest, effortlessly pinning him to the forest floor. The sharp eyed and scruffy black hare bared his teeth but his assailant only scoffed and chuckled down at him.

"Ya might be able to scare carrots like that, not me." Rumbled the blue tick hound that pinned him down. This only made the wiry hare struggle harder, much to the amusement of the dog looming over him who only unfastened his belt. As the dog opened his fly, the hare's struggling gradually weakened.

"C'mon man, stop fucking around!" The hare said through his teeth while the dog hauled his heavy sheath out of his boxers. He froze, ears flattened against his skull as the dog peeled off his dingy shirt next.

"Brant, let me up man." The hare said seriously now, his struggle only renewed as the hound dog reached down to grasp one of his sensitive ears.

"My long ears didn't wanna come so, you're the next best thing." The dog growled as he shifted his grip to the scruff at the back of the hare's neck and nudged his prey's muzzle close to his swelling sheath. The hare grunted but didn't fight as hard as he could have, instead watching the blunt, pink head slip free from the fuzzy scabbard.

The hare narrowed his eyes and grumbled as the warm scent of horny dog reached his nose. His whiskers twitched and without a second thought, the hare pressed the first inch of the dog into his maw.

"Thatta boy, Marcus. Can't help it can you?" The hound dog said lowly, earning a black furred middle finger.

Brant only grinned, enjoying the feeling of his stiffening shaft push from his sheath and directly into Marcus' waiting maw. Marcus opened his jaw as wide as was comfortable, pulling his buck teeth away from the swelling member as the thick inches quickly reached the back of his throat. He gagged and Brant loosened his grip but the stubborn hare didn't withdraw. Instead, and with much softer gag, he wedged the swollen head of the hound's shaft down the back of his throat. Marcus allowed himself a smug grunt before he attempted to bob his head.

A low sigh left Brant, watching the hare struggle with this cock, his amusement waning gradually. Marcus wasn't that great at it however, what he lacked in skill he made up for with enthusiasm. He kept his motions shallow at first, wrapping his paw around the root of the hound dog's shaft and stroking as he sucked. It was also a way to keep himself from taking too much of the dog at once. Brant allowed Marcus to set his pace, watching the hare hesitantly enjoy blowing him; however his patience was soon exhausted.

Brant nudged himself out of the hare's mouth with a grunt, patting Macus's cheek mockingly before he walked to his bag, as if he didn't have nine inches of dick jutting out before him. The ever prepared dog fished out condoms and a few foil sachets of lube, tossing one to Marcus.

"Waaait. Wait wait wait, you ain't about to fuck me Brant."

The dog stopped tearing open the condom and looked seriously at the hare, brow raised as he studied Marcus. A few seconds passed before Marcus awkwardly shuffled his jeans down his thighs, muttering bitterly to himself. His buck teeth tore through the lube packet easily, spilling the slick gel onto his fingers and tucking them under his tail with a shallow grunt. He worked two furred digits past his shuddering ring, a low moan rising in Marcus' throat which he bit back when he heard Brant shuffling behind him.

"I can't fuckin' believe this." Grumbled the hare quickly as he looked around for a place to settle into. "Are we really about to fuck in the dir-"

As Marcus turned, he was presented with the sight of Brant standing in front of a sturdy hammock stretched between two trees. The hare's mouth opened and closed a few times before the words found their way out.

"You...Strung that up with a boner?" Marcus asked. Brant just nodded confidently, the motion making his steel hard cock bob as well.

Marcus thought for a moment before he cupped his large fuzzy balls, a gentle reassurance of his own masculinity before he took his place in the hammock. The nylon sagged slightly under his wiry frame however he managed to awkwardly settle in with a ragged sigh. He could feel his heart start to race as he worked his jeans all the way off, letting Brant take them and set them aside, his ears tall and alert the entire time. Marcus kept his flannel shirt on, just unfastening the buttons and rolling up the sleeves while his whiskers twitched energetically.

"You gonna be okay?" Rumbled Brant, watching the hare's head snap to him as if he shouted.

"What, yeah I'm okay." Marcus barked back.

Brant smirked as he tossed the condom and lube packets on the hare's chest, making the smaller male flinch and scowl sharply at the dog. Ignoring the glare, Brant grasped Marcus' thighs and spread the black furred legs wide enough to step between them, tail wagging behind him slowly.

"Well damn, perfect height. Managed to compensate." The dog said proudly.

Marcus didn't respond as his eyes stayed glued to the hound dog's thick member and heavy balls poised over his own modest shaft and much bigger sack. Each breath Marcus took felt heavy in his lungs, at least until a wide paw slid across his neck. His eyes shot back up to Brant's face, the hound dog looking back at him with a slight smile.

"Ya sure you gonna be okay?" Brant asked again. This time he got a nervous chuckle.

"C'mon man." Marcus motioned to brush the paw away from his neck but settled at resting his own paw at Brant's wrist.

"I gotta ask, because you look like yer staring down the barrel of a gun." Teased Brant.

"Can you blame me dude?" The hare reached down with his free paw to slide his palm along the underside of the canine's throbbing shaft. "I might as well be. Fuck, you're big."

"I know." The dog smirked, ignoring the burning sensation in his floppy ears. "Wanna put the condom on?"

Marcus nodded. "Yeah. Fuck yeah." He rumbled, the hare's fire slowly starting to return.

Brant pulled his paw away from Marcus' neck and rested both of them on the hare's knees, standing up as little taller as he did. With a gentle sigh, Marcus took the half ripped packet that Brant started and tugged the ring of slick latex out, tossing the foil aside to grasp the root of the canine's member.

"Awh fuck, you have a knot." Marcus whispered as he fondled the already bulging base.

"Ain't gotta use it." Replied the dog, watching as oddly steady fingers pressed the condom over the blunt head, then rolled the sheath down the length of his cock.

"Nawh, you gotta." The hare ordered, nudging the specially made condom behind the already fist sized knot.

"We'll see." Brant said with a chuckle as he ripped a few lube packets and smeared the viscous clear gel along himself. He lowered his stance and pressed forward, gripping the hare's hip in one paw while the other guided the head of his broad cock to Marcus' slick ring.

The hound dog made a face as he watched himself glide into his friend. No yelping or cries to wait, no grabs for his chest to halt his advance, in fact Marcus' ears flattened against his head as a low groan left his smiling lips. Brant felt the hare's tunnel stretch around his thick shaft with an practiced ease, causing the dog to pause when he was halfway in.

"Somethin' tell me ya done this before, I thought you were only into girls." Brant said, ignoring the eagerly nudging heel at his back.

"Mmfh...Girls and girls with big dildos." Grunted the hare. "You're my first real dick."

"Explains why you suck at sucking dick." said the dog with a snicker before giving Marcus another inch. The hare replied with a middle finger and a smile.

"Lemme practice on you."

"Later, takin' care of this end first." Brant widened his stance as he pounded the last of his shaft into the greedy hare, save for the thick knot at his root.

A gasping shudder left the hare as he was filled, his stubby tail fluttering as his asshole clenched firmly around the throbbing shaft, his gut feeling hollowed out by the thick invader.

"Say when." Said the hound.

"When." Replied the hare quickly, panting loudly as he fondled his own thick cock and balls with a quiet desperation. Brant chuckled deeply and rocked his hips back, thrusting no more than a few inches into the overly eager hare.

Though he was suspect about being Marcus' first flesh and blood penis, the dreamy look in the hare's eyes did remind Brant of the few virgins he had back in high school. That look of 'This is what I've been missing out on?' was written all over his face. Brant kept his pace even and measured, sawing his hips back and forth as he kept his grip firm on the hare's thoughts.

"Faster..." Brant had barely heard what Marcus said between his panting breaths, but he halted his thrusts for a moment.

"Ya sure?" The hound kicked his pants down and off as he asked, somehow managing to stay knot deep as he freed up his own movement. He made sure to take his cellphone out of his pants and slid it into a small pocket on the far side of the hammock.

Black ears swayed energetically when Marcus nodded. "Yeah, c'mon. Be rough."

Brant heard it before. He would go at his own pace for a minute or two before he had to stop, let his bottom recover and resume his gentler approach. Then again, he was already wrong about this hare once.

With a firm bark, Brant planted his feet and loosened his grip on the hare's legs. He started slow, like before but the hammock swayed with his motions. It swung like a pendulum, first with the dog's thrusts then counter to them and making dull thumps of their bodies colliding together steadily louder.

"Fuckin' hell..." Marcus groaned quietly, eyes lidded as he watched the body of the huge dog thrust into him. 'Dildos had never felt this good.' The hare thought as he swayed in the hammock and landed on the girthy cock over and over, trying his best to memorize the new sensations while also pumping his own dick with both paws. The heat, that might have been his current favorite part of it. Silicone might have been a decent facsimile of flesh, but Marcus didn't realize how warm another man could feel inside him. Precum oozed across his fingers while his tunnel clenched tightly around the iron hard shaft plunged between his legs, savoring the heat as much as he could and moaning wantonly, the hare silently thankful they were in the middle of nowhere for this.

Brant was slowly impressed with the hare's experience, the dog may have been humble about his size but he knew he wasn't beginner friendly. Then again, Marcus' tunnel flexed and stretched around his endowment like the best Fleshlight money could buy. A small smirk tugging at his cheek as he nudged himself closer, sliding a paw up to Marcus' shoulder. The hammock came to an abrupt stop before Marcus was suddenly swung onto Brant's throbbing cock, and sharp yelp followed by a shuddering moan lept from the hare's maw in response. Brant smirked and growled as he did it again, then again, the dull thumps of their bodies crashing into each other growing into full slaps over the sound of the crackling fire. The hound, handled the hammock like a sex swing, and handled the hare inside of it like a toy.

Marcus sucked in breath only to have the air forced out again with the dog's rough pounding, a crooked, open-mouth smile on his face as he gripped the wrist at his shoulder. Brant let Marcus adjust his paw, sliding only a few inches to the left to wrap around the hare's neck. Concern flashed across the dog's face but Marcus pressed the huge paw against his windpipe ever so slightly while the insides of his ears turned a ruddy pink. A soft snort and a little nod of affirmation was all Brant needed to continue, holding the pressure against Marcus' neck as his hips continued their dutiful pumping.

Despite all the green lights, Brant kept his composure, giving it to the hare just like he asked but careful not to injure his friend. At least until he found the hare's sweet spot. Brant was surprised by Marcus' sudden full body twitch and breathless grunt.

"H-holy fuck..." groaned the hare. "I t-think..."

"What? Hit yer button?" Brant marked the question with another thrust, aiming his cock toward the hare's bellybutton from the wrong side. Another hard jerk, this time marked with an impressive spurt of precum from Marcus' thrumming member that landed on his scruffy chest. Marcus attempted to respond, to try and demand the hound dog grind against his prostate again; however, the moment he opened his mouth, the paw around his neck squeezed firmly, allowing him only a weak whimper instead while his cock loosed another rocket of pre.

If Brant was waiting for a sign, this was it. He let up on the hare's windpipe while this other paw gripped around Marcus' thigh, using both as a handle to swing the hare back onto his cock. The hammock straps remained locked around the two trees while the rest of it moved with the dog, giving Brant the stability he needed to rut the grunting hare with a feral intensity.

"Now, what was that about not fuckin' you?" Growled Brant after a particularly rough slam square along the hare's prostate. Marcus could only respond with a joyful yelp as his cock spurted a lazy rope of precum along his hefty balls. He took a ragged breath and shook his head.

"You call this fucking? I'm about to fall asleep." Groaned the hare sharply, sweat starting to bead on his brow as his paws worked over his own stiff member and impressive balls. His motions were energetic, frantic and easily betrayed his flippant words, his cock wasn't doing him any favors either. It throbbed angrily under his digits, drooling enough precum to dampen both paws and most of his crotch. He could feel it, that slowly welling tension that would lock his body up and leave him breathless, he was so close.

Two paws found the hare's wrists and wrenched his grip away. Marcus hadn't realized he closed his eyes until he opened them again to watch as Brant effortlessly held his hands over his head. The hare tried to wrench his arms away but Brant merely took both wrists in one strong paw, held them firmly, and continued to fuck.

"Brant! You fuckin' dumb do-" Marcus interrupted himself with moan so loud it scared him, tall black ears quickly flattening against his head.

"Hush, lemme work." Grunted the dog firmly, his brow furrowed as he pumped his hips like a diesel machine. The swinging of the hammock helped, the thick knot slamming roughly against the hare's already overworked ring, the muscles clenching and spasming rhythmically with each rough entrance and equally as rough exit. Marcus let his eyes close again as he stopped fighting it, panting raggedly as he waited for the dog to finish. That's all, just let Brent cum and he could jerk off with the dog still inside of him.

It took two full strokes. Just two hard thrusts against Marcus' tender prostate was enough to set the hare off. A moment of resigned relaxation was all his body needed. He once again surprised himself, his body tensing, back arching and lips parted in a silent groan before the hare erupted.

Thick bolts of cum shot from the hare's stout member as he was thrown into a pleasure stricken frenzy, panting and snarling blissfully as he lost himself in the sensation. With an arched back and bucks into the air, Marcus covered himself with an impromptu cumbath. His bittersweet seed landed in his open mouth as he cried out with each new and fresh burst of pleasure. His cheek was next, then chin...and chest...and stomach and part of the hammock and he managed to get a little on Brant as well. As he came, the dog continued his rutting, keeping his friend at his peak for far too long.

Brant didn't relent, but only because the hare wouldn't let him. The hot and now firmly clenching tunnel felt as if it was sucking him in, each thrust marked with a loud squelch and meaty slap as that fully swollen knot crashed into Marcus' dark ring over and over again. The dog felt the edges of control starting to slip from him and he felt no need to hold back either. He planted his heels in and with a snarling bark swung the hammock, and hare, into him. With a dull, slick pop, his knot slipped into the hare, drawing a deep and proud howl from the dog before he was next. His climax was powerful yet was contained in the thin sheath of latex; however, the hare shuddered hard as he felt the heavy pulses of that fat cock inside of him. Brant snorted and grunted as he pulled the hare against him by his thigh, driving his knot that much deeper into his conquest, savoring the feeling of his balls settling against the hare's damp, leaf shaped tail as he unloaded.

The hard pulses felt as if they lasted for minutes, but Marcus' sense of time was distorted thanks to being fucked senseless and tied through the best orgasms of his life. Granted, his ass would ache and the hike back home was going to suck but he would have done it all again. Only this time without the condom. A part of him wished that Brant would keep going for another hour but, but hard pluses soon stopped and was replaced with odd weight, no doubt the feeling of all that trapped seed. Or it could have been that knot. He never felt one before and the feeling of the hefty bulb resting against his prostate kept his cock hard and leaking. Slowly, he opened his eyes again, smirking as he looked up at the hound dog...Who had his phone propped up in his free hand. Marcus' head jerked up and saw that his paws were free and he willingly kept them over his head.

"What the fuc-AGH!" Marcus winced sharply and closed his left eye, struggling to try and rub away the cum that had rolled into his tear duct. Brant let out a deep sigh, smirking as he tapped at his phone and let the hare suffer a bit.

"Hold on, doin' something." Brant announced casually between Marcus' swearing and complaining. Once he was done, he lifted up the edge of the hare's flannel shirt and gingerly rubbed at his friend's eye.

"Fucking hell, that hurts." Groaned the hare as he let the hound dog clear away any stray seed before he opened his now bloodshot eye. Brant looked back at him, a deeply smug, lopsided smile on his muzzle. "Why didja have your phone out?!"

"Somethin' for my long ears. Don't worry about it." The dog's paw slipped down and cradled the hare's huge jewels, groping along them softly as he spoke. "Damn, guess these things aren't just for show."

Marcus scowled before a gentle tug of the knot caused him to tense then release with a full body shudder.

Roughly two thousand miles away, a kangaroo sat hunched at his desk, headphones tucked into his ears as he tapped at his keyboard. The short marsupial's ears bobbed with his music until the track was interrupted with a gentle chime. He adjusted his posture and picked up his phone with a slight grumble, until he saw who was disturbing him. He opened the message and downloaded the video file with it without a second thought. Soon, his music was replaced with the sound of grunting, panting and a familiar howl...He could pick up his work later. Right now something just came up.