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Fun with Bolt & Penny 10: Recovery

By Tempo

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Penny ran hard. Snow and stones crunched under her boots, but she never looked down, only forward. Her throat and lungs stung from frozen air. Her leg felt dead and heavy, the boot soaked with water. In her arms, Bolt's body lay cold and still. Water from his fur had soaked through her coat. Hang on, Bolty!

Wind whipped snow into her eyes. Her own breath swirled and lashed past, obscuring her vision.

A dark space hung on the ice just ahead. That must be where my boot went through when the--

Ice cracked.

Her footing gave way. Out of reflex, she snatched at branches above her. She hung in limbo for an breathless instant, then her hand closed around a thick bough. Momentum carried her as she swung over the jagged gap in the ice, Bolt on one arm. Just like catching a stunt line.

She ran on. Stride after stride, the creek seemed to stretch on forever. Cold radiated out from deep inside her body, having nothing to do with the storm. Adrenaline.

Her lungs felt tight, the pain in her chest getting sharper. Her eyes found two dim spots in the sky ahead. The headlights of Mom's car.

"Penny!" A voice called from above.

The teen looked up to see her mother on the ridge. She gripped Bolt tighter, not slowing. "Get to the car!"

The girl raced toward the lights, scrambling up the embankment. Icy water dribbled from Bolt's soaked coat, running into the sleeve of her coat and down her arm. Her boots sunk into the snow up to the knee. With every step, she could hear water squishing in the lining, though her leg was too numb to feel it. Whenever her boots lost purchase, she pulled herself along with the small trees that grew there with her free hand. Hold on, Bolt. Hold on!

Finally, she came to the top of the slope. She looked back, but her mom was still a dozen yards away, huffing and panting through the deep snow. I am never getting that fat. Penny clutched Bolt's body tighter and dashed to the car, which rumbled in the still night. She pulled the door open, yelping as her wet hand froze to the metal handle. Once inside, the girl closed it after her.

Panic threatening again, she examined the limp dog in her arms, laying him tenderly beside her in the backseat. Her hand to his chest, she leaned in. She could feel his breath, though only very faintly. He's alive! She blinked away tears. I need to get him warm! The girl looked around. The jeep's heater ran at full blast, but Bolt felt ice cold. Searching hurriedly under the seat, the redhead snatched up the blanket from the winter survival kit. With numb, panicked fingers, the teen unzipped her wet jacket and threw it off, clutching Bolt against her body. His fur soaked straight through her shirt; icy water shot shivers through her body. It wasn't nearly enough, and time was running out. Pulling the blanket over the both of them, she bit back her modesty and began yanking her clothes off. This always works in the movies...

The shirt came off easily, but the wet boot gave her real trouble. It stuck fast on the first two tries, but finally came off with a wet slurp as she wrenched it free. It hit the floor with a heavy thump. Her other boot and her pants soon joined it. Only once she pulled her legs under the blanket did she feel how shockingly cold her wet foot had gotten, even in those few minutes. Bolt was out way longer! Clad in just a bra and panties, she curled herself tightly around his limp form, getting as much of her skin against him as she could, her stomach to his, her arms and legs tucked around him. In another time and place, this moment would have felt tantalizing, but now the closeness might be a matter of life or death. She shook as precious heat leeched from her naked form and into her dog; icy mud and fur pressed shockingly against the few warm spots she had left. Her hands ran up and down his back, wringing the water out of his fur; it pooled against the seat. The scent of creek slime invaded her nostrils.

Her ear stayed pressed to his ice-cold nose. His shallow breaths kept coming, weak, but still there. Hardly any stronger than before, but she clung to that shred of hope as she clung to his cold body. She whispered desperately in his ear: "C-come on, buddy. You're alright. You've gotta be alright. Please..."

After an eternity, which the dashboard clock informed her was less than a minute, she felt something. A twitch? She swore she'd felt his back leg move. Under the blanket, she reached back and touched that paw. Nothing. Hope sank in her chest. What am I going to do?!

Twitch.

It hadn't been a delusion. He moved. Heart swelling, she held him all the tighter. Within seconds, the twitches turned to jolts, then to shivers. She pressed his ears to her cheeks, teeth chattering. "There's my good boy! Y-y-you're okay, s-see?"

The driver's door opened with a sudden gust of cold and snow. Her mom stuck her head in, gasping for breath. Her eyes found Penny in the backseat, softening in an instant. "Oh thank heavens! Honey are you o--" Her gaze dropped to the pile of clothes before the pair. "Penelope Bridget Forrester! Are you naked under that blanket?!"

Penny glared at her mother, even as her cheeks blushed with heat. "D-d-drive! Hurry!"

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Upon arriving at the house, Penny reluctantly broke the intimate embrace and, in a flurry of frantic movement, pulled on her pants; her shirt, socks, boots, coat: all were too soaked. Only her mom's insistence that she wear shoes caused her to delay a moment while the older woman grabbed her a pair of sneakers from inside. The slender girl slipped them on and leapt out of the jeep; wind whipped up under the blanket as she carried the whimpering Bolt inside.

The teenage girl leapt onto the couch, burying herself in fur and blankets, wearing just pants and her bra. Her dog wiggled and moaned, but didn't open his eyes for more than a hazy moment. But he was breathing and moving and all his parts were warming up, so Penny relaxed just a little.

Her mom brought her a hot-water bottle, laying it on the girl's stomach. "Honey, that was a very foolish thing you did. You could have gotten hypothermia! Bolt wouldn't want you to put yourself at risk like that."

Feeling returned to her hands and feet in heat and pinpricks. Penny clutched her dog tighter, a surge of fierce protectiveness boiling up within her. "He would have done it for me!"

Mom sighed. "Well, I can't argue with that." She gripped her daughter's shoulder with concern. "But you are going to sit right there and warm up, young lady. I'm going to make you some soup. And if you take a turn for the worse, we're going straight to the ER. Understand? I don't want you catching cold."

Jeez, what a worrywart. Glad I didn't tell her I almost fell through the ice. "Fine, Mom." Penny resumed counting Bolt's muddy toes, making sure they each still worked. She held him until the first hot-water bottle cooled. Oreo sat at the other end of the sofa, watching intently.

After another hot-water bottle, the pink returned to Bolt's ears. Finally, his brown eyes opened and focused on her. His ears folded back weakly.

"Hey." That was all she could manage.

He gave a very soft yap.

A few of her tears fell on his muzzle before she could wipe them away. "Ya gave me a scare there, buddy."

The former superdog wriggled in close against his person's shoulder, whimpering, his damp fur drying against her smooth skin.

She hugged him close, and he worked his body up along hers to deliver a single lick across her nose.

"Ah! Hey, there'll be plenty of time for slobbering later. Besides..." She stroked his ears, smiling. "You had to know I'd pay you back for all that rescuing sooner or later."

Bolt gave her a doggy grin, then buried himself in her arms until only his tail showed from under the blankets.

The teen tucked it in against her leg, feeling it wag just slightly. As the girl snuggled her pup, she pressed her face to his warming fur. She kissed her dog's ears, starting to drift off as well. "I've got ya, Bolt. You're my little pupsicle."

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Penny sighed, gradually relaxing. Still under the blankets, though more to soothe her aching muscles than to stave off the cold, her slender body stretched out on the sofa. At parental insistence, she'd changed into her pajamas, though she'd done it without leaving her dog's side. She looked up with tired eyes as her mom entered, but gratefully accepted the mug of hot cocoa she brought.

Mom put a hand on her pajama-clad shoulder, speaking softly. "You going to be alright out here? You're sure you don't want me to help you upstairs?"

She blew across the chocolaty surface, watching the waves ripple, then took a tentative sip. "I'll be fine. Sheesh, I'm not a baby."

"You'll always be my baby." She kissed her daughter's forehead.

The teenager groaned, but couldn't fight back a smile. "Goodnight, Mom."

"Goodnight, dear."

The red-haired girl watched her mother go. After a final glance at Bolt, the cat trailed behind her, tail swaying. Fine, Oreo, you can have Mom. I've got Bolt. Penny studied the little gold flowers embroidered on the sofa until she heard the bedroom door close. She then shifted, making Bolt grumble softly, and pulled a book out from between the couch cushions. In the low lamplight, she read, her boy in her arms and her eyelids growing heavy...

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Penny struggled against the rope tying her to the mast, the rocking of the ocean causing her disheveled red hair to sway. Her fine yellow dress fluttered smudged and torn, a reminder of the regal party from which she had been kidnapped. The scent of tar hung heavy in the air as the crew pitched the hull and passed around the gin they had stolen along with her. She braced against the beam, but found no give in her bonds. "Release me at once, you fetid goat bladders!"

Captain Barington, most infamous pirate of the South Seas, staggered closer, the stench of his breath rolling like a sea fog across her face. "Yar, lass! 'Tis not befittin' for a lady be pilotin' such a tongue." He stroked a grimy, rough hand down her soft cheek.

"If you shan't listen to my tongue, perhaps you'd find my teeth more convincing!" She snapped at his hand, just missing.

Dark scowling crossed his pock-marked face. "Impudent wench!" He raised his hand to strike her, but froze as a crewman called from the crow's nest.

"Avast, Capt'n!" The crewmen hollered from far above. "Thar be a ship astern, closing fast!"

"I'll be seein' to ye later, little lady... ye have got me word on that!" Barington blew her a kiss then turned on a heel, drawing his tarnished cutlass. "Man the cannons! Rouse all hands to arms! We shall make short work of these foolish wretches!"

The filthy pirates dashed about, securing the cannons on either side of the deck. Over the stern railing, a mast could be seen, then a topsail.

"Give 'im the broadside, lads!"

Deck slanting at an angle, Penny watched as the ship turned. The cunning pirates no doubt planned to turn their starboard cannons against the pursuer, laying waste to it in a single withering barrage. Around her, the crew hurried to light touches.

"Await me command, ye cursed bilge rats!" Barington raised his sword. "We'll cut this scurvy cur down an' be lootin' his swag 'fore ye can spit!" He then spit something of a rather unnatural color.

She could see the other ship now: a light racing yacht. She gasped, clenching her lace-gloved hands. Who would be mad enough to set after these murderous pirates in an unarmed ship?

Captain Barington dropped his sword. The cannons roared, straining against their bracings!

The yacht sailed unswerving, heedless of the certain death that awaited ahead. She spied a lone figure on the yacht, steering the craft with steely resolve as cannonballs splintered the railings around him.

The yacht meant to ram the galleon! Surely it would sink upon impact!

At the last moment, the yacht tilted fast to port, coming around the pirate vessel on it's unready side. It cut a daring turn in front of the pirates' ship, forcing them into a dangerous turn. Penny laughed as the pirates cursed. If I am to die, at least I will have lived to see these foul rats made fools of!

But it was then a great bark arose from the mast beside her, a noise strangely familiar to her: "Ka-WOOF!"

No, it can't be! The young lass turned to see a figure swinging fearlessly from the leaning mast of the yacht. His blue uniform shone like sapphires. His ivory-white fur fluttered in the breeze. His saber gleamed silver in his free paw. His feet thumped hard on the deck as he landed beside her. The pirates stood astonished. With a flash of his blade, brave Captain Bolt slashed through the ropes binding his beautiful lady.

"Captain Bolt!" Her heart raced in her bosom as the blood flowed back to her arms. "But you had orders not to pursue me!"

He shrugged and tossed her his sword. His ears flicked up at a noise behind him. The dashing doggy spun to engage a trio of buccaneers in bare-pawed fisticuffs. One of the pirates dove, sliding across the deck ahead of the others and slashing at Captain Bolt's legs. The canine captain leapt into the air, avoiding the jagged blade. He landed in time to lay a punch across the jaw of the second crewman, catching the sword of the third in his gleaming white teeth.

"Avast ye, scurvy dog!" Barington drew his pistol, leveling it at the brave captain.

"Ya!" Penny hurled Bolt's saber at the loathsome whoreson. The fine steel flew straight and true, catching the pirate across his arm.

He bellowed and dropped his flintlock, which slid down the slanted deck and tumbled off into the ship's open hold. Cursing her entire lineage, the marauder captain fell, clutching his wound.

Captain Bolt was surrounded. Penny snatched up a fallen sword, cracking the butt of it against the skull of one of the pirates. She spun on her booted heel, putting her back to her canine cohort's. "Come now, you vile louts. Are you so afraid of a girl and her dog?"

The half dozen crewmen closed in around them, fire in their eyes and blood on their minds.

Bolt glanced back at her. She nodded. Together, they leapt up and cut loose the lines of the mainmast, which fell with a thunderclap across the front of the ship, covering the dashing Lady Penny and Captain Bolt, and knocking flat the murderous crew encircling them. She spun her captain around and gave him a passionate kiss. His ears perked up in such surprise that they lifted the canvas like tent-poles. She shone him a scoundrel's smile, then swept her sword out, cutting an escape through the heavy sail.

He took her hand and they fled toward the yacht. But between them stood Barington, Terror of the South Seas, and a dozen of his brutish men. Bolt gave her a look of resolve and desperate love. Her heart swelled like a great wave with hope. Seizing hold of her courage, she formed a reckless plan.

"Blasted bitch and cur!" The buccaneer Barington spat over the open barrels of pitch, his cutlass level with their throats. "If ye be wantin' a fight, a fight ye'll be gettin'! What say ye?"

Captain Bolt raised his sword.

"Yar, I see yer blade shall be doin' the talkin'." He licked his cracked lips at Penny. "An' ye, fiery-haired lass; I shall find a private moment wi' ye later an' see just how much fire there be to ye."

"Why wait?" She snatched up the small torch from a nearby cannon and slashed it at him, unleashing an arc of burning oil.

He stepped easily out of the way, laughing. "Be that the best of yer skill? Ye missed me clean and true!"

"Beg pardon, sir, but I was hardly aiming at you." She nodded.

The terrible captain turned to see the open casks of pitch erupt in a blaze. "By the powers!"

Captain Bolt kicked the barrel over, setting the deck ablaze. He grabbed her by the arm and charged through the ranks of stunned pirates. Off the back of the ship they leapt, diving into the ocean beside the yacht. The layered party dress betrayed her, tangling like seaweed. She feared she would drown until a powerful paw took her wrist and hauled her aboard the yacht. She sputtered her thanks to him as they shoved off from the galleon and set the small sails. Behind them, great gouts of tar smoke arose from the black hull of Barington's ship.

Only once they were a good distance off did Penny take in her surroundings. Few indeed were those who could afford a racing yacht, especially one this fine. Aside from where cannonfire had splintered the starboard rails.

She fixed the rudder and turned to face her rescuer. "The Admiral's private yacht? Oh Bolt, really."

Captain Bolt shrugged, then sat down to scratch one hindpaw under his chin. After marveling over the grace and power of his movements, she took his paw and lifted him to his feet. Pulling off her lace gloves, she scratched under his muzzle, at that spot she knew he just couldn't reach. He wiggled and panted in pleasure. She knew how to give him satisfaction, and how to get it...

She lead him to the cabin of the yacht. It was surprisingly well furnished with silk drapes and a canopy bed. She threw open the portholes to allow the breeze through. Her long red hair blew back, brushing past her shoulders.

Her canine companion cleared his throat to speak--

"Oh, my darling, you need not even say it." She put a finger to his soft lips. "Captain Odysseus Bolt, though you serve the Queen's navy, I know I shall always command your heart!"

The captain wagged.

"And what have you done to your uniform?" She fingered the tar stains and sword cuts, thankfully near-misses. "You're in a state not befitting an officer. We'd better see to that." They chuckled together as she helped him out of his jacket. Her hands ran through the soft fur of his chest as he embraced her. Laying gentle kisses down her neck, he unfixed the clasps at the back of her dress. She smiled up at him, kissing his warm muzzle as the dress fell to her ankles. His paws traced over her petticoat, feeling the curves of her body.

He leaned back against the bulkhead as she relieved him of his trousers and undergarments. Once he stepped out of them, she looked up, surveying the landscape. The good captain was nude save for the necklace with his family crest: a small shield etched with lightning and the motto 'Salvare mundus et stridere carota.' Her hands traced down his firm body. Her fingers brushed his sturdy mast and rigging. He shivered.

She embraced him, feeling his stiffening heat against her as he pressed against the soft linen of her petticoat. Her face in his shoulder, she made little whimpering noises of excitement. Her captain's breathing quickened, his pulse racing against her cheek. She kissed her way up under his muzzle as her hand stroked over his hot, erect ears.

His paw curled under her chin and lifted it to a kiss. Their tongues darted and lingered, tracing along each other. She gave an impassioned moan as he undid her petticoat, gasping as she felt his paws on her ample bosom. His muzzle rubbed down the side of her face, delivering wet kisses along her freckled neck and chest. His brown eyes glinted in the sunlight, revealing the smile his lips were too busy to display.

She rocked her hips close against his, pressing him back against the wall, and still she craved more of the feel of soft fur between her thighs. Bracing her hands over the nape of his neck, she curled one leg around his back. The tender valley of her vagina pressed against him, rubbing fur and flesh with equal vigor. Bolt's paws swept up then down her naked back, cupping her cheeks and pulling her higher. He growled in pleasure as the tip of his stiff member leaked a delicate trail of fluid across the gentle sea of her stomach, sailing down to its destined port.

One soft hand slipped down around his throbbing penis, working the sheath back and forth as she brushed her clit with his tip, painting a canvas of desire with his dribbling pre-ejaculate. It felt so wonderful she found herself nuzzling into the fur of his chest, squealing with delight. When she could take no more, she eased the tip inside, feeling it part her labia with soft heat.

Bolt whimpered in joy and clutched tight to her back. She arched up to meet his gaze, gasping as her nipples grazed his chest fur. His countenance held a haze of bliss, swept over with love as he saw her smile. His tail wagged under her ankle, reminding her to wrap the other one around him as well. Now supporting her full weight, he bumped noses with her, his cold wet one against hers, dry and warm.

"Mmmm. Oh, my good captain, I do believe I am prepared to be boarded." She kissed him with infinite tenderness as her hips pressed down on his. She enveloped him to the hilt, squeaking as she felt the tickle of his sheath against her nether lips. His ears dropped as he grimaced in pleasure, the flats of his teeth bared under her lips. She licked along them, savoring the smooth surfaces as she acclimated to his presence within her, around her, everywhere. They gasped sweet words to each other, holding tight as if this moment could vanish like a morning's fog in the summer sunlight.

His necklace touched her chest, cool metal heating in an instant against her hot flesh. Lost in her passion, Penny wiggled her hips against him, panting in pleasure as the hard canine phallus explored her most tender regions. These wiggles became jostles, then fevered, frantic thrusts, their bodies rolling together like waves on the sea. "Yes, my darling! Ramming speed!"

He turned, resting her body against the bulkhead so he might aid in the thrusting. Now her canine captain mounted her in earnest, huffing and grunting in an almost animalistic fashion. His paws gripped her buttocks, his muzzle panting against her cheek. Faster and faster they went, until her head rolled back and forth in ecstasy, her whole body shaking under the power of his thrusts.

With a howl of passion, Captain Bolt buried his member deep within her, his knot dropping anchor in her eager harbor. Penny squirmed in pleasure as she felt the bulb of his knot slip inside and start swelling in her passage, pulsing larger with every heartbeat until it was the epitome of fullness. A heartbeat, and then she felt the hot spray of his semen firing against her walls; it sent shivers through her very soul.

Her toes curled against the backs of his thighs.

Her hands grasped great handfuls of his fur.

Her passage clenched around him.

Her teeth set.

She gasped.

Ecstasy.

Like a cascade of cannon-fire, orgasm resounded through her body. She tugged backward against his knot, feeling the buldge press against the inside of her body. Her clitoris ground against his sheath, dancing and dueling like Aphrodite and Eros over the passion of mortals. Tremors trailed up her passage, squeezing and milking his member for its divine heat. Every pulse of her muscles elicited another yelp of joy from her beloved, every twitch of her hips shifted his penis inside her, squishing his cum around like a crashing wave on her tender shores.

Finally, the tempest calmed. They gasped against one another. She opened her eyes first, finding his still closed. Panting hard, he followed suit a moment later. They looked at each other with naked love, his paw stroking her hair with a slight tremble. The fluid results of their lovemaking dripped hot down the skin of her thigh.

Gasping and flushed, she held onto his shoulders, feeling her sweat in his fur, transfixed by his beautiful brown eyes as if they held the entirety of the world. Her voice cracked, but she managed, albeit very softly: "I love you, Bolt."

With tender regard, his paw slipped to the nape of her neck. Brushing his muzzle to her ear, he breathed, ever so quietly: "I love you too, Penny."

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Bolt stirred, waking up just a bit. His body was sore and stiff, he felt like he'd been dragged from here to Lake Rogaguado and back. But he was alive and in Penny's arms, which was a lot more than he had hoped for. The defrosted canine wiggled his toes and tail, making sure everything still worked. He cocked his ears up and down a few times too, just to be certain. Everything seems to be operational. Mmmm... and warm. He smiled and snuggled back against his person.

She shifted in her sleep, a book slipping from her grasp. Bolt recognized it as one of her mom's 'Rome ants' novels, which he always thought was a weird name, since they had people, not ants, on the covers. This cover had a bare-chested man with a pretty lady swooning against him; they seemed to be on some kind of sailboat.

Her embrace tightened around her canine companion as a scalawag's smile crossed her face. Every now and then, her hips would jostle against him. What in the world are you dreaming about? He sniffed up at her. His person rubbed her body a little harder against him. His ears perked up, blushing hot in the cool night. Okay... I think I know what you're dreaming about. But why do you keep calling me 'captain'?

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Editing by: Vendetta, SillyNeko, & Mittens

There you are: ten whole chapters of Bolt and Penny. Hope it put some wag in you scalawags thus far.

~Tempo