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Doom and Crak loved the first part, After Hours (http://www.sofurry.com/view/383246), which was originally meant to be a stand alone story, but is now the prologue for "The Vacation Chronicles" miniseries.

They wanted more, and thus the three of us will be brainstorming ideas for making this a miniseries, with even more Male/Male/Mop action! (Kidding, I doubt we'll bring the mop back. ;)

As always, suggestions, praises, or otherwise neutral remarks should be posted below- your criticism and feedback are quite important to me.

Enjoy!

Oh, and there's a line from a song in here. If you're a part of the brony fandom, you'll recognize it. The lyric work for that song is not mine, nor do the three of us claim to own that part of the work. And on the note of ownership, Crak and Doom may do with this work what they please- it's for them, after all!

*click click* *slam*

"Alright, Doom! That's the last of the luggage! Have you got the mop- I mean, the map?" Crak said, chuckling.

"Of course I do, Crakkykins; I'm not half as forgetful as you are. Hurry up, hop in the car- we've got to go if we're going to hit Florida in two days' time!"

After tossing the bundled map to Crak, who climbed into the car immediately afterwards, Doom took out his keys and whirled them around on his finger before they slipped off, flew up, and landed just out of reach in the lower branches of the shade tree hanging over the car.

"Shit.", Doom whispered to himself, trying to maintain his cool. After pondering for a few seconds, his only plan of action was to jump up and get them. Sure, it wasn't graceful, but Crak was used to seeing him act a fool. And, with him being a bunny and all, it would only make sense that he use the whole 'strong hindlegs' thing to his advantage.

As Crak turned his head from watching Doom to fumbling around with the string holding the map together, he made his move.

*fwoosh* *jingle jingle*

"Haha, alright! Piece 'a cake." With a rather silly looking victory grin, Doom slid into the black Mercedes Cabriolet, turning around to admire the six bags of luggage crammed ever-so-carefully behind the two leather seats. Crak did have an eye for these sorts of things- cats have the best eyesight in comparison to other common pets, so, technically speaking, Crak just has good eyes in general.

"So, Doom, what took you so long?" Crak teased, knowing full well what went on.

"Uh, well..." Doom said, a little too embarrassed to confess to his key throwing failure.

"You did the key thing again, didn't you? You get them stuck everytime. You should know by now not to try it. But, hey-" Crak said as Doom blushed ever so slightly, "those bunny legs hopping up there... heh... sexy."

"Crak, I'm driving, come on. Save the lust for later, alright?"

"Yeah, yeah..." The kitten responded with absolutely no intentions of complying. "Alright, the map says turn left up here."

Thanking his copilot cat quietly, Doom quickly merged into a turning lane, squashing the gas pedal under his hindpaw as he sped up to bypass the yellow stop light ahead.

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"It's not about homework, it's about one plus one is two..." Crak trailed off, humming along to the rest of the song. "Ok, up here Doom, you need to take the exit onto the interstate, and then, from there, y-you should be able to f-follow the road signs t-to Tex..."

*snore*

"Rest easy, Crakky. Doomykins can handle it from here." Doom whispered as he scritched affectionately behind the kitty's ears as Crak slumped over, his head resting on Doom's shoulder.

"Crak, wake up. Crakky!" Doom whispered into the purring kitten's ear as he shook him lightly. "We're in Texas, and I have a surprise for you!"

"W-what time is it?" Crak said, rubbing the sleep from his eyes before stretching his paws to the roof of the car. Or, where the roof would have been on the Mercedes, but it seemed as if Doom had retracted it.

"Well, I stopped at all of the hotels in Fort Worth, and they're either closed already, or full up. So, I decided on the next best thing... sleepin' under the stars!" Doom said enthusiastically, gesturing to the clear, inky black sky, which was dotted with the extravagant lights of millions of burning fireballs, nestled deep in the heart of space.

"Wow, Doom... other than the fact we're in a Wal-Mart parking lot, this view is breathtaking! The sky is so clear... Mm, and the moon so bright..." "Heh heh, I know you're a sucker for a full moon, Crakky. It really... sets the mood..."

Doom leaned in, wrapping his arms around Crak, pulling him into a passionate kiss. As their tongues explored each other's mouth, Doom groped lower, working the elastic banded shorts off of Crak's waist, finally getting them to his knees.

Crak moaned into Doom's maw as he felt his barbed member being coaxed out by his lover's soft, skillful paws rubbing his groin area sensually. As his manhood reached full stiffness, he moaned again at the feeling of Doom's padded digit tracing down his length, circling around the barbs before returning to the tip.

Breaking the kiss, Crak expressed his lust as politely as he possibly could under the circumstances. Having his overly sensitive barbs stimulated took that cat into overdrive, and while he was usually a polite, submissive little kitten, that didn't particularly apply when teased sexually. Sometimes, Doom got tired of being in charge sexually- and teasing Crak to the verge of insanity was how he fixed that problem. Plus, Crak's moaning was kinky.

"Dooooooom, suck me now, you little tease!" Crak yelled, groaning as he was roughly jerked up and down by Doom's paw, roughly stimulating his barbs with each consecutive jerk, driving Crak's need for satisfaction even higher.

"DOOM." Crak said, yelling in ecstasy as he gestured from Doom's mouth to his dick. "DOWN THERE, NOW, BITCH."

"Geez Crak, calm doooooown!" Doom said with a smirk, obviously enjoying the sexual torture he was putting his lover through. Taking another dirty look from the constantly moaning Crak as his cue, he laid him back against the passenger door, shifting himself into a more comfortable position before leaning his head down to the cat's private parts, absorbing the musky smell before licking the member up and down- slowly; ever, ever so slowly, before taking the head into his mouth.

Crak, who was thoroughly tired of being teased to no end, gripped the fur between Doom's huge bunny ears, and thrust his head down, causing Doom to gag a little as his length reached the back of his throat. At this point Doom basically lent himself over to the kitten's will, as he bobbed his head up and down, curling his tongue around the shaft as it slid in and out of his mouth. Each sliding motion was accompanied by a symphony of moans, groans, gags, and sputters as Crak threw his head back in ecstasy, and Doom attempted to swallow the massive amounts of kitty pre while keeping the member engulfed within his mouth.

Tired of the mouthfucking, and basically just tired in general, Crak shoved his lover's head all the way down until he felt the bunny's nose against his groin.

Doom struggled a little to breathe at first, but after he mastered the process, began dragging his tongue around Crak's sensitive barbs, working his moaning partner closer to the edge with each slurp. The rod quivered in his mouth as it neared an impending release. Though his thirst for Crak's juice was unbelievably high, Doom was focused on pleasing his little kitten. He knew he would end up gagging and spitting out most of the cum with the barbed flesh being jammed that far into his mouth, but he continued swirling his tongue around the enlarged member, stimulating the barbs until Crak was screaming from the ecstasy.

"Doom, I... MRRRROW!" The cat growled ferociously as he relieved himself in his lover's mouth, pulling out before he drown him in semen. Doom sputtered a little, but regained control as he cleared the sperm from his throat, and continued to lick the rest up hungrily. A string of cum shot out from Crak's twitching member onto Doom's face, before another wave covered his body. The exhausted bunny, too tired to clean himself collapsed back in the seat.

"Go to sleep, hun. I'll take care of the cleanup." And with that, the bunny nestled against the cat's bare chest, falling asleep with Crak's arm around him, and his rough tongue massaging his belly as it licked the speckled bunny's black and white fur devoid of all leftover juices.

When he finished, the cat looked at the bunny asleep beside him, one ear laying back, and the other cocked forward, twitching in instinctive anticipation of some unknown threat, and then turned his eyes to the jet black sky, counting the stars until he too fell asleep- tangled in his lover's arms.