[Request] Bolt & Company (Short)
Here's a cute and exceedingly naughty thing I wrote for [AlpaWolf] featuring a very popular coupling. It's a continuation of sorts a story he wrote which can be found _ here _. This is an 18+ story so be advised, plenty of homoerotic cartoon dog smut ahead!
Credit for the artwork goes to the amazingly talented Holidaypup!
PS: For those wondering, the next and last Juxtaposition chapter is in the works and will be posted soon(ish)!
BOLT & COMPANY
New York was a smelly place.
Bolt had first noticed this when he and Dodger had explored the downtown area, which smelled of exhaust fumes mixed with burnt pretzels, hot dogs and other delicious items from various street vendors that always seemed to line the street. Bolt didn't like streets very much. They were noisy and perpetually congested by people walking, running, standing, hurrying, bustling, or just aimlessly wandering, and although none of them seemed at all concerned with the two leashless dogs weaving about their ankles, Bolt constantly felt like he was in the way, always an inch away from being stepped on or run over by a passing automobile. His enthusiastic guide, however, seemed to have truly mastered these neighborhoods, moving as confidently and naturally as current through a circuit, though he occasionally had to stop when Bolt would struggle to keep up. Dodger really loved New York, seemingly in perfect harmony with its vibrations... or its 'beat,' as the Terrier mix kept calling it. This city was a part of him, and the terrier as much a part of the city. Bolt, of course, was neither.
Bolt noticed the smell issue again when the two dogs reached the harbor, where the city's fish markets would dump the day's remains, and the entire area dripped with fish slime. Bolt had never tried fish, but the smell didn't exactly make his mouth water. When Dodger had offered him some salmon he had found in a dumpster, Bolt had just wrinkled his nose and turned it down.
Now they sat at the edge of the bay. Dodger stared languorously out over the assortment of lonely piers and docks, fingers on the massive metropolitan landmass that reached for the edge of the earth.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" he sighed, taking in the full glory of Manhattan's bay district.
"I suppose you could say that," Bolt answered. He could admit that the that the setting sun gave the bay a very serene quality. Brilliant orange lit the atmosphere ablaze, shimmering on the water's restless surface, enveloping the city and illuminating the terrier's glassy eyes. It was certainly easier on the senses than downtown.
"A dog can really breathe out here, you know?" Dodger mused, taking a deep breath.
Bolt nodded, although he failed to see why any dog would want to. This particular place, not unlike much of New York, generally smelled like a massive dumpster, with added accents of murky water and dead fish. It smelled gross, and kind of exciting at the same time, but mostly gross. However, the seemingly unpleasant cocktail of odors that blanketed the entire city in levels that were at times suffocating, seemed to occur as fundamentally as oxygen to Dodger..
"How are those paws feeling?" the dog in question asked, turning to him.
"Oh..." Bolt sat down on his haunches, inspecting his paw pads for a moment. "They're fine. I'm just not used to all this asphalt."
"Do you even have asphalt up in that backwards middle-of-nowhere ranch place you lived?"
"Not this much..." Bolt gave one of his weary paws a lick. It stung a little, but it wasn't as bad as before, when it had become a bit much and he had to make a stop in the park. He had become a little more acclimated, however, and decided he could keep going. Besides, he was a bit anxious to go on and see this place that Dodger seemed so eager to show him.
"Is your place somewhere around here?" he inquired, giving the terrier-mix a slight nudge when he didn't respond.
"Oh, right, that's the reason we're here" Dodger chuckled. The setting sun had a tendency to silence his mind and the world around him. "It's just a ways down," he said, briefly stretching as he stood. "Trust me, it'll be the pièce de résistance of our tour," he assured, with a smile and a familiar, subtle twitch of his brow.
"I just hope it won't take too long. I really should be getting back to Penny before she notices I'm gone"
"It's not far. Just follow me. And watch where you step, these planks or kind of rotten and this is not the kind of water you wanna take a dip in" he flashed the Shepherd a smile who followed, warily.
The two dogs continued along the water's edge, Dodger leading the way until they reached another pier. There were dozens of old tugboats and trawlers docked around here, some appearing to have been abandoned decades ago, comprising of more rust and algae than actual boat.. Bolt stared in shock when his friend approached one of the larger and more dilapidated vessels, then jumped onboard. Once on the deck, he turned to Bolt and signaled for him to follow with a bob of the head.
Bolt stared tentatively at the old thing.
"You sure it's safe?"
"The overall weight of this boat is less than that of the water displaced by the hull," Dodger insisted with cheek. "Absotively. Just Come on!"
"Alright..."
Bolt hunkered down and leapt forward, landing with his belly on the bulkward on the side of the deck. Fortunately, Dodger was quick enough to catch him, lifting him onboard by his scruff.
"Welcome aboard, my friend. Mi casa es su casa and all that," said Dodger, with a quick, routine sniff of the room's perimeter.
"You mean to tell me you live here? On a boat?"
"Firstly, not on a boat, _in_a boat. Secondly, it's actually more of a barge. I think it was used to transport containers why back when. Cozy, ain't it?"
"Is it even seaworthy?"
"Considering that we've used it for the last couple of years, I'd say yes - but don't count on getting anywhere with it" Dodger smiled. "We call it the clubhouse" He continued down some rickety stairs that lead orlop deck.
"We?" Bolt asked as he followed warily, careful not to step on any of the assortment of junk spread across the wooden planks. Downstairs it was dark and smelled funny, but plenty of room and a hole in the roof let through just enough light from the setting sun for Bolt to see where he was going.
"Me and the gang. Just a couple of really chill guys I live with. We practically rule this part of Manhattan" Dodger explained as he hopped up on armchair, stretching all four of his grey paws in the air.
"Here you go" he said, throwing Bolt a rugged pillow. "Make yourself at home, compadre"
"Oh thanks..." Bolt smiled politely and gave the old thing a quick sniff before deciding it was nothing he wanted to engage with. Looking around, the same could be said about most of the stuff in the so-called clubhouse.
Aside from the armchair and variety of rugged pillows and blankets spread around the floor, the place had an old television set, a window with no actual glass remaining, a couple of old boxes and whole pile of junk in the corner, most of it consisting of various items Bolt guessed that Dodger had picked up here and there. Crumbs, old dog biscuits and chew toys competed for space on the floorboards and Bolt could tell several dogs had been living here.
"So where are your friends now?"
"Oh they won't be back till later. Meaning we got this place all by ourselves" Dodger's voice came back from behind the armchair.
"Well, I sort of need to get back to my person. Wouldn't want them to think I'm missing, you know..." He really didn't want Penny to wake up tomorrow and wonder where he was.
"You said you needed to be back before sunrise, right?"
"Yeah, so?"
"So, it seems to be like we got the whole evening to ourselves"
"So..." Dodger stretched again before jumping down from the chair in one agile leap. "...That means you don't have to be back for a while, giving you at least a few more hours with old Dodge, if not more right?"
"Hours?" Bolt's ears perked up. "We've already seen the city, the bay, the fish-stands, your boat, err barge-thing - or whatever you called it. What else is there to do around here?"
"Oh I've got a few ideas..." The terrier-mix mix flashed Bolt a smirk that the latter wasn't entirely sure how to interpret but nonetheless sent shivers down in spine and a strange tingly feeling to his belly.
He chuckled nervously when the spotty terrier-mix sat down next to him, a little closer than could be considered typical friend-distance. Giving him another one of his curious half-smirks, Bolt felt his ears heating up a bit, but he managed a slight smile back nonetheless.
"So I never expected you to actually take me up on my offer" Dodger said. "What made you change your mind, huh?"
"Well" Bolt swallowed awkwardly, moving away slightly, although but not too far. "I just thought a guided tour of this place could be interesting, you know"
"It was really only that? No hopes of maybe getting some more of that action you got last time?"
Bolt's ears perked up. So Dodger did know about his true motivations! Of course, the terrier-mix must have known all the time. The truth was that Bolt had barely been able to think about anything else since last time. But this wasn't anything he was ready to tell Dodger. Not yet at least.
"Yikes!" He jumped up when he felt the other dogs nose brushing against the fur of his flank, sniffing him.
"What are you doing?"
"We're dogs! We're supposed to sniff each other!"
"Well, you could have given me more of a warning!" Bolt barked. He felt his white cheeks blushing up when the spotty terrier started circulating him curiously, staring him over, sniffing along his back, his side, everywhere. He felt a slight shiver rush through him when he felt Dodger's nose drifting closer to his flank, culminating to a slight stir in his groin. Other dogs had sniffed him on occasion. But not like this. Still, he tried to stay cool.
"So how's New York treating ya so far?" Dodger asked all of the sudden.
"Well" Bolt started, slightly taken aback by the sudden change of subject. "Well it's nice. Really big. Really loud. But really exciting"
He chuckled awkwardly as he noticed the other dog's nose drifting closer and closer to that particular place between his legs that Dodger suddenly seemed awfully interested.
"... But I guess you're pretty used to excitement, huh?"
"Me?" Dodger smiled widely. "Street dogs like me live for excitement! But I'm guessing even a sheltered Hollywood pup like you might like to get loose now and then"
"Perhaps some dogs.... But that's not really my style..."
"Could have fooled me with how you acted back in that alley last time you were around"
"Oh that" Bolt cleared his throat. "That was really just a one-time thing..."
"And you've had no thoughts about maybe trying something like that again? No fantasies of lewd leashless fun with other males?"
"Not really" Bolt scratched the floor with his paws, cursing his white fur for doing so little to hide his growing blush.
"And your decision to come along today had nothing to do with any hopes of maybe getting some of that action again?"
"Don't be silly! I had no such intentions..."
"Seems like not all parts of you agree with you on that..." He flashed Bolt a wolfish grin , his eyes fixed at that point below his tummy where a little bit of red sticking out of Bolt's snow-white sheath was clearly visible, announcing his excitement to the world.
Bolt looked down in shock and quickly covered his exposed erection behind his paws. He couldn't believe that every part of his body seemed to work so hard to betray him this evening, to expose all his secrets to this pervy other dog. It was too late of course - Dodger had already seen his glaring excitement, and he seemed quite intrigued.
Walking up to the nervous shepherd, Dodger nudged his paws away, one after the other, to the former's amazement. Before he knew it, he could feel the other canine's nose bumping against his rapidly emerging tip, his warm breath brushing against the sensitive meat in a way that made him shiver.
Yet, Bolt edged back, surprised and utterly discombobulated. "Wha... what are doing?" he hissed, staring in complete bewilderment at the terrier.
"I think you know what I'm doing" Dodger answered before giving Bolt a slight push with his paw, making the discombobulated superdog lie down with his back against a pile of pillows. "Don't pretend you followed me all the way down here to look at tugboats"
"I ugh, wow..." Bolt stopped himself when he felt the other dog's nose trail its way down towards his groin again. His paws now out of the way, Dodger was free to go to work, and Bolt was far too excited to stop him.
"That was a long time ago..." Bolt stammered, although he found it almost impossible to stop the other dog, even if he could. Dodger's scandalous ministrations in his nether regions just felt too good. He shivered as that eager tongue brushed against his sheath and semi-exposed length.
"And I bet you've been thinking about it ever since" "Wow" he chuckled when the superdog squirted a couple of drops of pre on his black nose. "You've been really pent up, huh buddy?", he asked impishly, licking some of that salty pre off his muzzle. He really liked the taste - tangy and unique - definitely befitting of a superdog.
Bolt nodded. He hadn't done anything like this before. At least not since the last time he visited New York. Over a year's worth of pent-up horniness was now convulsing through his body, accumulating in the stiff stir between his legs where Dodger was now licking away.
Dodger's dexterous tongue worked his way over his sheath, brushing along the underside of his semi-exposed length, then down again to brush Bolt's balls. He smiled when each lick and touch extracted pleasure wimps and whines from the superhero.
"You like what I'm doing, handsome?"
Bolt just nodded. Leaned back on the pile of dirty pillows, legs spread and tongue lolled, the superhero was completely overcome with pleasure and was giving in completely to Dodger and his wonderful tongue.
He gasped in surprise when he felt the terrier, without warning, engulfing his length in his muzzle, pushing the shepherd's snow white sheath back and he swallowed inch after inch of that red-hot meat. With skilled ease, Dodger angled in throat to take Bolt's entire cock into his warm muzzle, making the Shepherd gasp once again.
His deep-throat trick always surprised the boys he did it with. It wasn't often the terrier found himself on the giving end of a BJ, but he liked dealing them just as much as receiving them. Besides, watching the superdog squirm in pleasure as he sucked on his cock which was a pleasure in itself.
Bobbing up and down Bolt's length, Dodger worked the Shepherd closer and closer to an orgasm. He didn't remember Bolt being this well-endowed, but then of course he didn't pay as much attention to it last time. His entire length in his throat was just about on the limit of what he could handle. He also liked the taste of Bolt's pre squirting against the back of his mouth - salty and delicious.
But he could tell that the Shepherd was getting close and he had other plans, so without warning, he let go of Bolt's penis which bobbed back in the air.
"Why.. why'd you stop?" Bolt looked up with a mix of surprise and disappointment. His red cock twitched lonelily on his belly, leaking pre on his tummy.
"Well, I got you started. Now, you gotta do something for me. Quid pro quo, right?" Dodger smiled as he turned around, moving his tail to the side to expose his rear to the surprised superdog.
"What... err... do you mean"
"Ever topped a guy before?"
"Not really" Bolt said.
"Then this will be a learning experience" Dodger smiled. "Come on stud. I know you're more at home on the bottoming side, but I think you'll like this"
He waved his behind enticingly, trying to get Bolt to do something. The other dog, however, just looking at him - confused.
"What... em... what exactly am I supposed to do?" he asked after a while.
"For Dog's sake... just mount me. Trust me, it's rare that I give a fellow dog the chance to top me so you should feel honored" He said, patting his back and lifting his tail.
Bolt came closer and inspected the spot where Dodger's paw had been. He got a whiff of Dodger's scent - and for some reason it made his cock stir in his sheath. Did Dodger really want him to put his thing ... in there? It made sense when he thought about it. After all, that's exactly what he and Steele and done to him.
"What are you waiting for?" Impatience was evident in Dodger's voice. "Just aim under my tail and start humping. Instincts should take it from there!"
"Fine" Bolt rolled his eyes, feeling a little silly. But the meat between his legs was swollen and ponderous, and he needed to put it somewhere. If this thing would feel anywhere near as good as the tongue-bath he had been receiving before, it was worth a try.
Putting his paws on each side of the terrier, Bolt hopped up until he was mounted neatly on top of the other dog and his swinging tip pointed to that area under Dodger's tail.
"Hey, what on earth are you doing?" Dodger hissed from below him.
"What? You told me to..."
"You gotta ease a guy up before you start humping. Geez, don't you know anything?" He looked and Dodger with a look that seemed to hold the same kind of disbelief that Mittens used to give him whenever he appeared completely oblivious to something, in her eyes, obvious. The look that said that he was the only dog in the world that didn't know how something simple - in the case mating - worked.
"What do you mean... ease up?"
"Get under my tail and start licking is what I mean. It's considered a common courtesy when you're about to mount a guy"
Bolt wrinkled his nose at the thought, but hopped off Dodger nonetheless. Putting his nose under Dodger's tail, he took a curious sniff. He was never big on this whole butt sniffing thing that all dogs seemed so obsessed with. Still, he found Dodger's scent to be oddly alluring. He could scent his excitement. "This doesn't seem very sanitary" he commented.
"You're a dog for crying out loud" Dodger's voice came back. He backed up, pushing his tailhole up against Bolt's muzzle, prompting the Shepherd to take action.
Bolt did as told, sticking his tongue to give Dodger's tailhole a slight lick. And then another. Getting into it was surprisingly easy, and not gross at all. He brushed his tongue against Dodger's pucker over and over again. He could see the terrier's cock emerge in front of him, letting him know what whatever he was doing, he was doing it right.
"Oh yeah... that's right. Get in there" Once again, Dodger pushes his fluffy rear in Bolt's face, forcing Bolt's tongue inside of him. He was musky, sweaty but not dirty as he had feared. Actually, the whole thing got him even more excited, his cock quickly going from mostly erect to diamond hard as he pleasured the other male.
After a while, Dodger decided that his rear was slick enough and it was finally time to get to the real action. Bolt was a tiny bit nervous as he once again positioned himself on top of Dodger, but at the same time he was so pent up he felt like he was going to explode. Dodger gave him a slight nod below him, letting him know he was ready.
Bolt jerked forward, his red tip missing its mark by a couple of inches, grinding up between Dodger's buttocks, smearing some clear, sticky pre along the way.
The next attempt fared better with Bolt's tip pushing against Dodger's tailhole before slipping several inches inside his slick passage, coaxing a surprised gasp from the shepherd. He had never felt such pleasure around his cock before. Nothing, not even Dodger's blowjob had even come close!
He retracted then shoved his meat back into Dodger, this time making the dog below yelp in surprise as his length buried itself even deeper inside the terrier mix. The tightness and warmth around his cock felt amazing! He found himself repeating the action once, twice - and suddenly his hips were moving on their own accord.
"Fuck I haven't *erf* had this in way too long" Dodger panted under him "You sure... you *grunt* haven't done this before?" This wasn't the first time Dodger found himself under another male, but for a rookie, Bolt was splendid. Each thrust buried his thick rod deeper into his depths in a most pleasurable way.
Bolt meanwhile couldn't help but bite down on Dodger's scruff as started thrusting faster into his rear. His movements had started out as uneven and erratic, but now he started to get into the pace of it, ramming his length into Dodger with slow, steady thrusts. His front legs squeezed Dodger's flank and his paws danced on the floor for stamina.
"This... ugh... feels AMAZING" he exclaimed. The pleasure that was building up in his lions felt like it was about to overflow and all that accumulated pleasure made him want to squirt - to shoot his spunk deep into the dog below him. The desire became almost overwhelming and he felt himself getting closer and closer with each thrust.
His knot, already completely formed, was bumping and pushing against Dodger's tailhole, trying to force itself inside with each steady thrust. Bolt found himself wanting to put it inside of him, lock it inside of him completely. But he wasn't sure it was gonna fit. And most of all, he didn't want to hurt Dodger. But it felt soo good...
"Do it!" he heard Dodger whimpering. "Knot me"
That was all Bolt needed to hear. Thrusting forward with all the strength his body could master, he squeezed his knot against Dodger's tight tailhole, the massive bulge spreading his tailhole before slipping inside with a wet squish. The pleasure of that tight muscle sealing behind his knot and Dodger's entire passage massaging his meat became too much.
With a powerful growl worthy of a superdog, Bolt exploded. His entire body spasmed, tensed up, and he felt himself releasing all he had into the dog below him, his cock throbbing and spurting, filling that tight space with sticky white spunk. It was like all power was sucked out of him and the afterglow made his entire body deactivate and collapse with no power left to even stay standing. Falling to the side, he landed on the floor with Dodger's body between his stretched out legs. He could feel Dodger's body twitch and move below him, his muscles clenching tightly around him, keeping him neatly inside. Together they panted, a sticky mess of fur and cum and climatic pleasure.
Gradually, that intense orgasm morphed into a very comfortable afterglow that made him feel both supremely satisfied and utterly exhausted at the same time. He no longer wanted to hump like crazy - just relax next to Dodger. He decided he just wanted to lie like that for a couple of minutes, hugging Dodger's back with his eyes closed and a blissful smile on his lips.
"Okay so that was... fucking amazing" Dodger said. "You must really be a superdog"
He was still panting, and under his tail, Bolt was still releasing more spunk inside of him. Was Bolt really still cumming? He couldn't remember the last time he had a ride like this.
"Hey bud?" he repeated, turning to Bolt only to find that the other dog was fast asleep. Oh well. He rolled his eyes and figured he might asleep get a little shut-eye as well. He sure as hell wasn't going anywhere for a while.
With both canines snoozed off, nobody noticed the slight padding of paws above them and the creaking from the saloon door opening. It wasn't until their visitors found them lying tied on the floor the two dogs noticed they weren't alone.
"Dodger, what are you doing?"
He looked up, a slight smirk on his muzzle. "Oh, hi there! You remember Bolt..."