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Fun with Bolt & Penny 4 - Getting Dirty

By Tempo

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Dust swirled at the cuffs of Penny's blue jeans. She and her dog came over a slight rise, moving off the grey gravel road.

Bolt's ears swiveled as he surveyed the landscape. Fields. Fields and hardly a building from here to the horizon. The horizon felt so distant now. Back in the studio, it had pressed catastrophically close. A voice in his head, a voice that sounded a lot like Mittens, chided that it felt close because it was painted on a backdrop. On his long journey, the world had formed a sort of tunnel that lend ever back to his person. Now he was home. Now Penny was never further than a nuzzle away. And now the world seemed very wide indeed.

The air hung still and close. Dirt crumbled hot under his paws. The field crackled with life, stretching to grow in the summer sun. Row upon row of crops formed endless corridors as he passed. Penny had to pick her way through the waist-high foliage; Bolt could simply walk under it. The white furred canine made sure to stick close. Her mother had made a fuss about leashing him. Agreeing openly, the teen had tossed the black nylon lead behind the barn as soon as they were out of sight. She looked at him now and then, though, on this walk and every day since he returned. He heeled and licked her hand whenever anxiety thinned her pretty smile. It's alright, Penny. I'm not going anywhere.

She smiled at the soft touch of his tongue, looking to the distance. Bolt wasn't sure why they were doing recon. He suspected Penny didn't know either, but it felt good. The mind can only tolerate so many U-Haul boxes before it feels the itch for adventure.

A pickup rumbled by, red and dusty. The first in an hour. The drivers always waved, prompting Penny to wave sheepishly back. She giggled after the truck passed. "That is so weird. I've had more strangers wave to me since we moved here than in my entire life." He met her eyes, the coffee-brown depths making him whole. She could have been reciting poetry for all he cared; he hung on her every sweet syllable. "At first, I thought they knew who we were, but they do it to each other too! That's just... weird."

They cut further into the field. The scent of her sweat swam over his nose, girlish and familiar. His person. As their new house shrank behind them, the field ended in a stand of trees. The dog wagged, welcoming the cover of the cottonwoods, their wide leaves rattling around seed pods. He panted, ruffling the heat from his heavy fur. Woo. It's hotter here than the desert ever was. Bolt could almost hear Mittens' reproachful tones, echoing from the back of his mind. He rolled his eyes. Not the desert. Not really.

A high up breeze rustled and clattered through the treetops, dappling his person in rippled tracings of light. Bolt's breath caught short. He looked around. He was waiting, he realized, tensed and ready, and didn't know for what.

"Nothing's gonna happen, buddy." Her fingers lifted his chin as she knelt down to face him. "No more bad guys."

He sighed against her hand. The dog's eyes closed in the sweet warmth of her scent. Deep in his heart, something tense and heavy finally fell away.

"Okay." She scratched under his chin, then behind his ears for good measure. After a few moments, she stood to continue. They walked further into the shelter belt. Feathery old leaves scuffed under their feet, whispering of past seasons. Bolt's senses suddenly locked onto the sound and scent of running water. His person peered down over a drop off. "Hey, there's a creek down there."

A sound of dry earth sheering. Penny gasped as the embankment crumbled a little under her sneakers. She jerked back, shifting her weight, feet kicking against shifting, plummeting ground. Penny! Bolt's jaws snapped forward, taking hold of her pant leg. Together, they stumbled back, finding where the ground was solid. She peered down the steep embankment. Her hand slipped to Bolt's neck almost unconsciously. "It's okay. I'm okay. Guess we'll have to be careful."

Bolt released his bite on her pant leg. Nothing's gonna happen. They made their way down to the side of the creek, finding a more gradual slope. He didn't look for cover, though that log would have done nicely. And no more bad guys.

The air felt less stifling down here. The creek had cut a valley perhaps ten feet deep and twice as wide. Crickets chirped, hiding from the heat of the day. She spied a fallen log, a tree that lost its grip on the embankment ledge and, lacking a wary dog, had tumbled into the stream. The weathered trunk now stretched over the deepest channel. Irresistible, the girl began making her way towards it. The rocks leading there shifted as she stepped, but Penny balanced without a thought. Bolt looked on, concern still lingering in his raised hackles. She made it, and he breathed a little easier; watching as she carefully sat sidesaddle on the time-grayed log. The young explorer sat with her knees against her breasts, then decided that wasn't quite right. Reaching around her leg, she pulled her shoes off, first the right, then the left, still balancing, then did so again with her socks. With a satisfied smile, Penny stretched her legs down and dangled her toes in the water. Bolt looked on, tilting his head to one side. What are you doing?

"Ah-ha!" She splashed him suddenly, giggling wildly. He yelped as the water hit, feeling it first on his nose and lips, then everywhere else as it soaked through his fur. She smiled, but didn't splash him any more. "Mmmm. The water feels good." She fanned the collar of her shirt. His person had that faraway look in her eyes again, the one that spoke of missions. Of trouble. Of mischief. "... We're miles from anywhere. Nobody's going to see, right boy?"

Bolt tilted his head again as she pulled her shirt off, securing it in one of her shoes. People don't take their clothes off out in the open. You haven't gone around naked since we were little. Well, except when we... Abashed, he felt the sudden need to examine the rocks upstream. When he looked back, she was topless, undoing her jeans, daylight playing in quiet motion along the curve of her back. Sitting back on the log, she slid out of her pants and panties in one movement. Her old gymnastics coach would have been shocked to see that maneuver. The now naked girl held up her clothes and looked around for a way to keep them to keep them safe and dry.

Bolt splashed over and trotted deftly along the log to where she sat. Gently taking the clothes in his muzzle, he trotted straight back the other way and set them down on the dry bank.

"Hey, what...? Oh... Good boy..." She sounded curious, though all such concern was lost as she stepped into the water. "Brrr! It's freezing!" The creek babbled at her ankles as she waded deeper. "C'mon boy. I don't want to freeze all by myself!"

Bolt took a few tentative steps into the water. The stream swept steadily around his paws. His person sent great arcs of crystal water flying at him; legs kicking, arms sweeping, her whole body working to get him as soaked as possible. Another thin wave crashed over him, then another. Growling with joy and excitement, he jumped in the air, trying to catch the water in his teeth. The wave would disintegrate around him, a moment of laughter the only pause before another one came up. The creek ran to about her waist, too deep for his paws to touch the bottom. More than enough for splashing, making it that much easier to get her boy soaked. He paddled over to her, tail trying to wag even underwater. His stout paws churned at the water, easily swimming against the current.

Whenever they had been in water before, it was always on a mission. Destroy this undersea lab; convince that orca to cough up the nuclear weapon; never before had they just gotten to swim. And so, they chased each other around, inventing silly, wordless games of pursuit and altering the rules just as fast. Penny even found that she could grab ahold of his collar and have him pull her around the creek; her very own furry paddle-boat.

After maybe twenty minutes of barks, splashes, paddles and giggles, teeth chatters started creeping round the edges of her laughter. Even in summer, the creek ran fast and cold. Penny waded to the bank and sat down in the threadbare reeds. The canine shook once, a considerate distance away. Seeing her shiver, something in him longed to be close by her, holding her against him. He padded over and propped himself up between her legs, paws curling round her in a bit of a doggy hug. She laughed and mussed his wet doggy ears, still shivering. "Still saving me, huh Bolty?"

He yipped, then whimpered appreciatively against her. Her naked skin felt cold against his nose, but started to warm immediately at the contact. Her hands found their way to his snowy coat, splotched somewhat around the paws and tummy with splashed mud. She hugged him close, she laughed. His heart swelled.

Bolt felt something warm against her cheek, too warm to be stream water. Looking up, he saw her brimming eyes, suddenly red rimmed and shining in the shimmering light. Still she smiled. "Sorry, buddy. I'm just-- I'm fine."

He lapped tenderly at her tears. She giggled, tipping backward, landing with a squish in the mud and reeds. The canine yelped at this sudden jostling, but continued licking long after the tears were gone. He whined. Oh, Penny...

"Ah! Let me up, silly dog!" Her tongue sticking out over her lip, she examined one muddy hand, then her eyes narrowed. "Eww! Creek slime!" She ran a dirty finger slowly down his jawline, leaving a trail of muck against his pristine fur, black on pure white. "There. Now I'm not the only one who looks ridiculous."

The dog rolled his eyes. He nuzzled her shoulder, her skin now feeling almost warm. "Ugh! Now you're just getting more mud on me..." She lay there for a moment, under him, feeling the weight of his body on hers, breathing hard. He looked down at her with a soft doggy smile, eyes seeing nothing in the world but her. A soft wind and he felt her hair brush his nose. Bolt felt something else too...

She smirked. He blushed. She was in just the right position. Hearts beating a little faster, they shifted just a little, the dog feeling a new wetness as he slipped from his--

*Bzz-buzz.*

His heart sank. One paw lifted up toward his body.

*Bzz-buzz.*

She looked over to her clothes. Her phone pulsed and droned. Its vulgar blue glow cut through the shade, glaring artificially in the midst of this scene of quiet nature.

*Bzz-buzz.*

Surrendering to a groan, Penny moved to roll him off. His mouth fell open a little. Bolt, the once Super Dog, still unafraid of anything, shivered in fear and whimpered. No... Penny, don't leave me, not again, please... Another whimper escaped his throat and he pressed the top of his muzzle against her, entreating. I can't lose you again...

*Bzz-buzz.*

She almost reached for the phone, but froze, seeing uncharacteristic distress in her boy's wide, gentle eyes. "Hey, buddy. It's okay. I'm not going anywhere." The slender teen settled back under him, her arms slipping behind his shoulders, heedless of the mud in his fur. "Sshhh... It's probably just Mom." She closed her eyes and hugged him as the cell continued to buzz. Bolt waited in sick fear. Penny always, always answered her cell phone. She answered it, even though it tore her away from him, even though it meant she might be gone for hours or days, leaving him alone in the darkened trailer. He almost welcomed the appearance of those taunting feline spies, just to distract him from the empty, suffocating silence.

Bolt found he could no longer hold his breath and came back to reality for another. Penny's arms still lay wrapped around him. No cell phone. Impossible, yet there it lay: dark, almost invisible in the pocket of her folded jeans, still unanswered and far out of reach. She petted him, breathing words of calm and comfort, his anchor in their ever changing world. "It's nothing. Look at me, buddy. I'm right here. Right here." Penny caught his gaze, her eyes reflecting a landscape of trust and tender affection.

She stroked right down his soft ears, kissing him tenderly on the forehead. "Yeah. You're my good boy." He looked cautiously up from her chest, as if she might vanish like a wisp of smoke. Still there. Still with him. Still smiling, be-smudged with creek slime in the gentle light. What crept to his muzzle was not the immodest smarm of a superhero, but the loving candor of a dog for his person.

He moved off her. Without a word, Penny stood, gathered her rumpled clothes. She looked back. One hand opened, patient. Getting his paws under him, the canine padded over and quietly nestled against her fingers. His person stroked once down his face, ever so gently, then started getting dressed.

* * * * *

"Stay, Bolty."

White coat grey with dirt, Bolt sat patiently at the front door. He watched Penny slip inside and upstairs. The sun still glared, warm on his back, baking ancient scent from the grey boards of the deck under his paws. A breeze stirred the shrubs around the house.

Hey, Howlywood! You're lookin' a little less than picture perfect. He glanced to the source of the comment. Leisurely to the whiskers, a thin black cat perched on a tree limb.

Catcalls, Mittens? I thought you gave up the tree routine after it got us both captured.

Nah. Old cat, new tricks... doesn't work out as well as you'd think. She sat back, tail swishing, fearless in her element. You two get lost out there? It was like ya dropped off the edge of the world together.

Not quite. Bolt shook his muzzle, smiling as his person's fingerprints dried. Just some reconnaissance.

Reconna-what? I swear, wags, sometimes I need the hamster to translate for us.

He groaned. Exploring. We were ex-plor-ing. You could try it yourself sometime.

The cat smirked. And come back looking like you? No thanks.

He considered the mud covering him for a moment, then smiled up at her. I thought you were an alley cat at heart?

She looked out across the landscape, tilled and open to the far horizons, feigning astonishment. I'm not seeing any alleys around here. A feline's gotta adapt, ya know?

A response half-formed on his tongue, Bolt's ears twitched. He eyed Mittens once, giving her a "Gotta go!" grin. Turning, the eager pup almost bounded into the house to greet her, but then took a deep breath instead. Be good, Bolty... She told you to stay... Penny walked back through the living room, carrying an unwieldy pile of towels and his shampoo. Still not used to the new house, she stumbled as the kitchen tile ended in carpeting. A half bottle of Bubble Pup bounced off the living room carpet.

Her mother looked up from the book she was reading. "Where're you going with that, honey?"

"Bolt got kind of muddy while we were coming back. I figured I'd better wash him off before he came back in."

"I don't know, dear." The plump middle-aged woman looked out at the lawn, her hair shining as brilliantly copper as her daughter's. "All that soap might kill the grass."

"Then how am I supposed to clean him up? It's not like we have one of those doggy tubs like back in the trailer."

"Oh, just carry him up to the shower. And you could stand to get the mud out of your hair too, young lady."

Penny tried to make her voice sound resigned. "Okaaay, Mom..."

She sunk back into her romance novel. "Make sure you get him first because he'll just get you dirty again."

The young teen leaned in and scooped him up. She pressed the dog close, murmuring so only he could hear: "A little late for that..." She carried him up the stairs, careful not to mark the walls with his muddy, wagging tail.

* * * * *

Steam rose. Hot water rolled down the shower walls, down his body. Dirt ran to the drain in black rivulets, spiraling away like lines in a charcoal drawing. Slowly, slowly, his fur lost its matte grey, returning gradually to its usual glimmering snowy white. Loving hands worked the shampoo deep into his coat, from his nose to his sopping, wagging tail.

The shower was a little narrow, almost an afterthought in her small bathroom. The adolescent girl was ecstatic when she found out she would have a her own bathroom, though she suspected the room had started life as a closet. The previous owners had managed to wedge a tub where more reasonable people would have resigned themselves to a stall shower. The result looked a bit odd, with the shower pipe sprouting from a drilled hole in the ceramic tiled wall, overlooking a full-size bathtub, but Penny had found it entirely serviceable. A pale pink shower curtain ruffled as she bumped it.

Something caught Bolt's eye. He turned and looked at his left side, now blank as a winter plain. The now-mortal canine still wasn't used to the absence of his mark of power. Its lack hauled feelings from somewhere deep inside, from a place he'd sealed away during all those years protecting Penny. With the Men In Black pouring from every shadowy corner in every place they'd ever been, he'd had to lock away that part of himself. But now he lived as a real dog, in the real world. And in the real world, it can be safe to unlock that sealed-away place; there aren't bad guys and monsters at every turn. He thought for a moment, water dripping down his face. It's safe... because somebody loves me.

He looked up at Penny. She scrubbed behind his ears until his eyelids half-closed in delight. "More puppy-dog eyes?" She laughed, and it sent tingles through his body. "What'd I do to earn this?"

He nosed against her shirt, leaving a spot of lather. His breaths came calm and even as his tail curled with joy. You're my person.

She held still a moment. Her soapy hands lay buried in his pelt, touching his skin, so close she almost shared his fur. They stayed like that for a long time savoring the moment. Her delicate fingers worked over every inch of him, not forgetting the inches that were fast becoming her favorite. Eventually, regrettably, they were done. She stood up and he stepped into the shower's stream, rinsing off. She giggled. "Smart boy." She gave him some room to get out, surveying her work. "Feel better, buddy?"

Bolt yapped happily. Wagging at her, he jumped over the edge of the tub. The dog stood, hesitating for a moment on the fluffy blue bath mat, then eagerly shook the water off his fur. Penny squeaked in surprise, hands protecting her face from the watery barrage. He shook so hard his ears slapped against his neck, so hard he panted a bit when done. Woo-hoo! I haven't done that since I got my... since I started the show.

His person unsnapped her bra and let it fall to the floor. The sharp taps of the clips hitting tile counterpointed the soft rustle of fabric on skin. Bolt knew people were particular about their clothes, especially when they weren't in them. He trotted to the closed door, then raised a paw. Shouldn't I, you know... go?

Seeming to take no notice, the slim girl stepped over the lip of the bath and into the shower. The mud streamed off her body, racing his own along the floor of the tub. She found a bar of soap, the floral scent soon bombarding his sensitive nose. She worked it in her hands, fast, slick, the bar making little wet sounds as it moved. Her hands started moving up her body, rubbing soap across that strange furless skin in unhurried movements. It made him shiver. The young girl set the soap back in its holder. No sound except the water rolling across her body.

Upending the shampoo bottle, she had to jerk it a few times before at last a sizable dollop squirted into her palm. The thick, creamy gel frothed easily under her fingers, as she worked it down to the roots of her copper hair. Eyes squeezed shut, her mouth closed in a smile under the warm spray. Water clung in beads to her lips. She gave a little moan at the feel of the water against her skin. Lather coursed down every firm curve of her young body. Suds ran to the floor, pooling at her feet. Clearing the soap from her eyes, Penny glanced down at her dog. She looked about to speak, then stopped, spotted something under his stomach that answered her unasked question.

Bolt looked down and saw that his tip was peeking out, vivid red and ready. The white pup frisked to one side, a little shy under her gaze. "Hey there, buddy. It's not like I haven't seen it before." Kneeling down, she reached over the side of the tub and unashamedly gripped his sheath, waggling it a little, feeling the finger of bone that lay inside his canine penis. "Who's my dirty doggy?"

He shuddered, eyes rolling back a little, then grinned. I'm pretty sure it's clean by now...

Her mouth curled in a scheming smile. Fingers tracing across the tiled wall, his person turned around, watching him over her shoulder. She knelt slowly in the bath, stretching her hands forward, fingers spread as hot water rained down over her naked back. Her knees slid to the sides of the tub, spreading herself before him. Still watching, her eyes glinted with guile. Her cheeks had flushed red, and not just from the steam. "Here, boy..." One hand slipped up against her leg, caressing, leading his wide eyes up her thigh. "I think I missed a spot."

Bolt's heart skipped. His person knelt waiting, wanting him, inviting him to resume their licking game of old. Instinct fired deep inside, and with no preamble he scrambled back into the tub: behind Penny. One close whiff of her scent and he shivered, remembering how to play. Another deep breath. A pause. Bolt started licking between her legs like he was dying of thirst. Heavenly tastes abounded, cascading down his tongue. He growled softly, reveling in the sublime flavor of his person, lapping more and more eagerly at every drop. The intimate scent of it, the scent of her, went to his head, spun him around. He was flying high on Pheromone Airways, hardly noticing her hunching down and moaning. Coming back in for another pass, he whined, suddenly denied her sweet nectar; she was too low.

He gave a surprised grunt as she backed into him, his chin suddenly brushing the small of her back. An ancient instinct abruptly exploded in his head. Bolt lunged, hind paws slipping as he found himself clambering up her... Ohhh... In seconds she was under him, his forepaws tucking in front of her hips. It felt so good, so right, the tip of his penis already brushing her soft folds, ready to press inside...

She gasped as she felt him mount so eagerly. The sudden noise shook him and he hopped off, licking her with concern. Did my claws--?

"It's okay, Bolt. I... I want you to. I want you on me." She called to him, body and soul, her voice awash with need.

Heart racing, he scrambled onto her back again, hunching, bumping eagerly for that perfect spot as soon as their hips met. His chestfur pressed between them. Her skin on his tip felt electric. His paws wrapped tight around her sides, holding her. His weight made her moan. Instinct played along his nerves, pleading him to slam against her, jab until he found the right spot and then-- Easy, Bolty. You're a good boy. You're her good boy... You don't want to hurt her. He grit his teeth. I'm not even that sure what we're doing, but she feels really good!

Hips moved, his and hers. Both wanted, needed him inside her. Soft skin, then softer, wetter, infinitely delicate. We have contact... HuuUUh! He slipped in. The lips of her vagina slid back his sheath, exposing flesh to intimate flesh. Ohhh!

"Ahhh..." Penny eased down a little, her body trying to give him a better angle even as her mind was overcome with what they were doing. His paws locked tight around her hips. His wet fur on her back. His warm body all around her, moving inside her!

She was his, entirely his. The canine growled, his eyes screwing shut as control begun slipping away. His hips trembled and begun pushing into hers, driving his shaft as far as he could into her depths. She gasped and shuddered under him. His erection was small, still catching up to the situation, and so he basked in the unexpected freedom of being able to slide as deeply into her as he desired. He slipped further and further from his sheath, the protective fur shoved back by her vagina; so hot, so wet. All the while, his penis continued expanding. With each passing second, his penis grew longer, wider, hotter within her. He'd never been on her back before, but he knew instantly with every fiber of his being, that this was the way it was meant to be done. Her body shook under his every thrust, a little moan escaping her lips. His penis slipped in all the way to the sheath, the growing knot merely a speed bump. Huh-aagh. This is a lot easier... mmm... ohh... than... last time...

"Bolt..." Her hand closed around his hind leg, desperate.

He froze. Penny! Am I hurting you? He tried to look her in the face. Had to settle for licking her. Say something...

She gasped once, squeezed tighter. "Bolt..." A shiver under him, then a needful whisper: "Zoom-zoom."

He thought for a split second, then a thrill thundered up his heart. She wants me to... Oh jeez! With that sacred command, of escape, of pursuit, of speed, the rational Bolt finally fell away. His hind paws scrabbled for purchase on the tub floor. His strong canine legs rippled with effort, his hindquarters quaking for depth, and he started to thrust. Bolt was a wild dog now, slavering, grunting, desperately pounding away at this beautiful creature between his paws. He might be her good boy, but he was going to make her yelp!

He arched his back, hunched down against her and started slamming, stammering. He yowled, growled, whimpered in pleasure. Faster. Faster. Deeper. So deep the fur of his scrotum felt slick with her juices. His ears cocked in ecstasy. His knot started to catch inside her. It swelled with every thrust. Pulling out got harder, made him harder. Pushing in made her squeal. Penny trembled. "Ah! Ah! Bolty! Ah!!" She gasped as she convulsed rhythmically around him.

Maybe I spoke too soon! Still really! Really! Tiiiight! Reason abandoned him, and he began to mate her with all his strength.

He was leaking pre; it oozed out around him, trying in vain to relieve the friction. Oh... uuuUUh... He could feel himself getting bigger, not just his shaft, but his sensitive knot. It bumped hard against her insides, it caught, it dragged, it felt good. In. Out. Tight. Swelling. Bolt squeezed with his forepaws, keeping his thrusts deep, where they felt right. She seemed to tighten around him; he pushed in and felt an extra strong pulse of arousal...

Bolt twitched. Eyes went wide. Heart stopped.

Oh no! I'm not-- He pulled back, eliciting a yelp from both pup and person. He struggled. No good. Too close. Impossibly tight. Warm. Wet. I'm... I'm st-- Oh-oh-oooOOHHHhh!

Frenzied delight shot up his spine. Every limb stretched out, pushing him against the world, buried irrevocably inside her, wholly and completely tied. P-Penny... His dripping sac pulled taut, and his fluffy tail began to flag. Deep, innumerable joys fired within him, erupting from his canine penis. Penny! Hot squirts of ejaculate splashed at last against her vaginal walls, coating them in his fertile seed. He spurted again and again. Strings and globs and jets of cum, hot against his cock, worked in against him by her clinging walls.

Penny moaned through clenched teeth, shivering, shuddering. "Uuughf! It-- It feels so warm! Oh it's inside meeee!"

He slumped heavily onto her back, panting, tongue lolling out on the soft curve of her neck. The water rushed down around him, pelting his body with hot sensation. Every muscle relaxed; he felt he might melt like a stick of butter. Deep inside her, hot canine cum squished around his penis, mixing with her juices. His knot, barely able to fit in the first place, sealed their evidence tightly inside. Each diminishing squirt filled her up a little more, having nowhere to go but deeper, further into her. Gosh, she feels so good...

"Oh, Bolty..." His person stammered, each clench trembling, halting. "I... I... ooohh..." She clenched around him, whimpering. Her fingers felt over the bulge he made inside her vagina, realizing the bulge was because of his swollen knot. She shivered and clutched around him. No room for a snappy remark: that canine knot had taken up every inch. And all the while, incredibly, he was still softly spurting his doggy seed into her.

Her moans blossomed to a pleasured cry behind clenched teeth. "AaaaaAAAAAAHHHh!" She clenched hard, eliciting a few extra hard squirts and whines. She writhed under him, going crazy with pleasure. Wet knees squeaked along the tub. He'd never been so deep, so hot, so big, so real. Her impassioned thrashing lifted Bolt briefly off his hindpaws. He squirmed, held in place only by his tender knot, his shaft wiggling insider her, squishing his cum against her every surface. After a few seconds, she relaxed, resting on her folded arms. The canine was happy to simply have a surface back under his back paws and eased his grip on her curved midriff.

He wasn't sure how long they stayed like that, intimately coupled, close as two beings ever could be. He felt like every ounce of energy in his body had gone spurting into his person.

"Um, Bolt... You can pull outta me now."

He pulled. They both jerked, whimpered.

She gasped: "Okay. New plan. Don't."

Ohmygosh, we're stuck... Just enough sense had returned to let his mind stumble for an explanation. It must have gotten too big to come back out! I didn't know it would... do that.

Thoughts seeped through his brain and in his orgasmic discombobulation he worried that she might be stuck like this forever. Wiggling against her, he wondered if that might not be so bad. He might never be able to do anything ever again, but it felt quite nice. Wha'd she call it? My knot? Having a name for it made him blush under his fur.

Tied to reality only by the knot tied deep inside his person, the pup felt utterly spent. Slowly, slowly, he felt his erection ebb. It took a long while; the constant pressure against his knot felt amazing, like Christmas and tummy rubs rolled into one. The shower coursed over them, the heat long since adjusted to, now only a texture, a pressure quite different from the one that seized and shivered him whenever she moved. Her reaching to turn off the shower made him yelp tenderly, his world a kaleidoscopic whirl of pleasure and discomfort. "Sorry, buddy! The last thing we need is Mom wondering why I'm taking a such a long shower and realizing you're... in here. I mean, you can't stay in there forever.... right? Right?" She clutched at the thought. "R-ready to try again?"

He worked back carefully, rocking his hips. She leaned forward, one hand helping him pull out while the other supported their weight. "Oh jeez. Uh!" She gasped. "Stunt training didn't exactly --hUH!-- prepare me... for this." She gasped, grunted, whenever he tugged on her, it pulled inside her tight slit as it tried to come free. The first thin dribbled of cum squished out, stringing down between them, trembling as he moved.

With a yelp he suddenly came free. Penny yelped too as her dog flopped down against the wall of the bathtub, his paws still on her back. His cock felt cold, unused to open air, swinging and bumping lewdly between their legs. Hot and wet and slick, leaving sticky streams of cum. His muzzle lay over her shoulder. She gasped as his sperm started pouring out of her in a sudden viscous rush, no longer held back by his canine knot. As they watched, his cum dripped heavily against the tub floor, running in pearlescent globs toward the drain. A little more of it spilled out with her every sharp inhalation of breath. His scent was everywhere, covering her, covering the shower walls, covering everything, mingling with hers. Every pulse, every dribble of his cum from her vagina told him more and more how much his scent was inside her, permeating her deepest, most private places.

He rested peacefully on her back a moment. After recovering sufficient strength to not fall flat, he edged gently off her. Bolt was a little sad that this, whatever this new game was, had ended. He sniffed languidly at her, murmuring at their combined scents. She giggled at him as she climbed slowly up in the tub, then *squeaked* at an unexpected lick at her sensitive slit. She looked back just in time to see tuckered pup flop to his stomach. Her hands slid exploratively to her vagina. She moaned as she felt the thick cum dribbling hot over her tender folds. "A little sore. A little messy too, but it was-- huh! Yeah... totally worth it... Eww! My fingers are all pruny! I can't believe you put that much stuff in me!" She glanced down at his shrinking member, blushing. "I can't believe you fit that inside me either..."

Bolt lay at the bottom of the bathtub, drained, barely mustering a wiggle as his penis slipped quietly back into its sheath. His eyelids drooped, so heavy. The world hazed. Mmmhmm? You kinda helped a little...

"Well, that settles it." She crouched next to him, her damp hair still hanging in coppery wet fronds, her vagina leaking a little more of his cum. Naked. Glorious. Beautiful. His. She placed a hand on his back, using her mission voice. "We'll have to find someplace drier next time."

Next... time? Bolt looked up at her, wagged once weakly, and then gave up on the conscious world.

* * * * *

Penny watched as her dog drooped his ears and faded into unconsciousness. His back soaked with water, his tummy and legs slick with cum. "Aww. My poor little superdog. Don't worry..." She slipped an arm under his body. "I'll take care of you." She lifted the pup, all floppy and limp and damp, and set him against her shoulder. "You certainly took care of me..."

Toying briefly with the idea of how to get a towel secured around her, in a rush of willfulness the girl dashed buck naked across the hall to her room! She closed the door and panted for breath, heart going a mile a minute. He did it! He actually got on me! And the whole thing fit! Ohhhh! She spun once in girlish glee, splattering the purple wallpaper with watery fluids. Bolt whimpered softly on the dreamy edge of sleep, still in her arms.

Laying him gently on the bed, she curled up beside him, pressing her lips together as she felt his cum squish again inside her. She smiled at her dreaming boy. He was soaked, but he was warm, so warm. Her arms always found their way around him. She snickered at the way it made his lips move when she touched his droopy penis. "Aww. Tired doggy."

She ran a hand over his headfur, kissing him lightly on the forehead. "You get some sleep, silly doggy." She felt the gears turning in her head as a simpering grin came to her lips. Penny whispered in his soft white ear: "I..." A light blush colored her cheeks. "I really want to do this again..."

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Editing by: Vendetta & Mittens

Art: Slate

Sheesh. Four whole stories. That's more Bolt action than a WWI reenactment. Once again, major kudos to Vendetta Leopard for edits and suggestions. That little leopard is more than a pretty pile of spots.

Thanks to everybody who commented; you guys really encouraged me. Please let me know what you think. :)

~Tempo