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“Aliens! I gotta wonder what kind of bird-brain came up with that idea…” Penny wondered out loud, but not loud enough for the two ridiculously costumed actors they’d just passed to overhear them. “Looks like we got out just in time, right Bolt?” she said, looking down at the snow-white pup walking alongside her.

The white shepherd was keeping close to her side, possibly out of habit. She guessed that he must see the studio differently than she did. For the longest time the dog hadn’t even seen the sprawling place apart from the sets which he was convinced was the real world where his mistress and best friend was in constant danger and in need of his protection. Penny did have some pleasant memories of her acting days, but was still much happier having Bolt around, rather than participating in the lie that had been the young canine’s life.

Still, she couldn’t pass up a chance for one last stroll around the place. Her mother was in a meeting with the studio people, ironing out the last details regarding her royalties and other legal mumbo-jumbo. Important stuff to be sure, but thankfully nothing that required her or Bolt to stick around being bored out of their minds.

They’d gotten quite farther than she’d initially intended to, with Bolt trotting along and occasionally bristling at anything that looked suspicious. In spite of the fact that the illusion that he was a technologically enhanced super-dog had been broken, he still took his role as her protector seriously. And why shouldn’t he, when he’d proven that he doesn’t even need any powers to save her life?

“Hmm, wonder what this is for?” the girl wondered out loud as her stroll took her by what seemed like a brick-work building with one of those old-fashioned store windows that was all black velvet with only a few items on display. Acting on curiosity she opened the door, the chime of a little bell announcing the fact to a supposed salesperson.

“I’ll be along in a minute dear, feel free to browse…” a measured female voice came from somewhere in the depths of what Penny was starting to suspect was an actual store.

“Oh, okay…” the girl replied, a bit tongue-tied at the sight of something that still looked like it should have been a set.

It looked like an antique/curio shop, or possibly a museum exhibit – carpeted floors, richly patterned wallpapers on the walls, and what looked like hardwood shelves, with no pressed-particle or pegboard in sight. It still had the feel of a movie or TV set, but the notion was soon dispelled – there were no camera or sound crews, nor any place to put them. Everywhere she looked her eyes settled on things that looked either like pricey works of art or very old knick-knacks.

“Sorry about that. Hope I didn’t keep you waiting for too long…” the voice came from behind her, almost startling the girl as she turned to get a look at the proprietor of this place.

The sight of the woman made her reconsider if this place was a set because that had to be a costume. The show owner turned up to be a pleasant looking middle-aged woman wearing one of those old-fashioned Victorian dresses, complete whit a whalebone corset and a high, stiff collar. It was hard to believe that someone wore a thing like that day in and day out just to run a store, but she had to admit that the proprietress seemed to perfectly fit her surroundings while she and Bolt stood out like a sore thumb.

“Oh! Sorry I brought my dog inside. I… I didn’t see any sign out front…”

“That’s quite all right, dear. Anyone’s welcome in my shop as long as they behave, no matter how many legs they happen to stand on.” The woman replied, putting the red-headed girl at ease.

“So, this is really your store?”

“Lock and stock. Let me know if you see anything that interests you…” the woman and had almost turned when something did catch Penny’s eye. It had been laying on the bottom shelf until the girl picked it up to examine it better.

The thing was obviously a dog-collar – a buckled strip of broad, thick leather that was every bit as peculiar as everything else in the shop. What had seemed like black leather at first turned out to be a very dark, rich sort of brown that almost hid the intricate pattern worked into it – deep grooves ran along the length of it, swirling around the brass studs dotting the leather.

“Hmm, good choice, although I’m afraid I’ve never gotten around to pricing that one. Tell you what – you name the amount you feel it’s worth and we’ll call it a deal.” the woman said, and Penny was about to reply but she’d already turned around and made her way to the register, obviously serious about the offer.

The girl felt bad because the item in her hands looked like a carefully cared for antique and all she had on her was fifteen dollars, but the proprietress didn’t even bat an eye as she rang the price up on an honest-to-goodness hand-cranked cash register that Penny had been sure was just for display. A few seconds later she was walking out with a brown-paper parcel in one hand with Bolt trotting along beside her.

*******

“Hold still boy! It’s hard enough digging this old thing out of your fur as it is…” Penny said, smiling even as she reprimanded the fussy canine. She supposed he was attached to his old collar, but it was a simple slim little thing that was really only meant for a pup. The shepherd was growing every day, and it was time he got some new ‘clothes’. “Don’t worry, I’ll clip your tag to the new one… Aaaand there!” she announced, after she finally got the old collar off and belted the new one. “How does it feel buddy?”

“A bit heavier than the old one, but seems like a good fit…” Bolt said, looking up at the sound of Penny gasping. When he saw his mistress with her eyes wide as saucers and her hands covering her mouth his heckles rose on instinct as he began to survey the room suspiciously.

“Bolt did… did you just talk?” Penny asked, still shocked to have heard, or more to the point to have understood her dog.

“Yeah, of course I… wait, you understood me!?” the young canine asked, now looking as surprised as Penny. It was only then that it occurred to him that he understood her too.

In a way Bolt had always understood the girl because she’d always spoken to him, but not the same way he could understand other animals. It was mostly a matter of getting the gist from the tone of her voice and her body language, but he’d understood the last few sentences word for word.

“Oh my God this… this is unbelievable!” she said, but her initial shock seemed to be turning into a thrill and Bolt couldn’t help but keep his tail from wagging.

“I know! You can talk to animals all of a sudden! Hey, let’s get Mittens and Rhino and see if it works on them…” Bolt almost barked out, turning to make a quick dash downstairs before Penny managed to snag his new collar and stop him dead.

“I’m not sure if I’m the one who suddenly changed…” she said, suspiciously eyeing the length of tooled leather wrapped around Bolt’s neck. An item purchased from a peculiar curio shop. One she’d never seen before. And for a ridiculously low price. “And either way… I don’t like the idea of spreading this bit of news around…”

“Why not?” Bolt asked, having already imagined the look on the face of the alley cat that had insisted he had no special powers when he proved to her that he (finally) did.

“Look, we just got away from the whole Hollywood crowd and got our lives back to ourselves. If they knew that you could understand and speak to humans they’d go crazy and… we’d just get dragged back into all that again.” She said, heaving a sight at the bitter-sweet memories.

“Now that you can understand me, I guess it’s time I got something off my chest. I’ve felt… I’ve felt really bad for some time now about being a part of that big lie you’d lived in. Leaving you alone in a trailer night after night, worried that we were in mortal danger and that it was up to you to keep me alive. It didn’t feel right, but every time I asked to take you home for at least a night I always got shot down and brushed off.” She said, and Bolt’s keen ears caught the sincerity of her tone.

“The way I see it…” Penny continued, wiping the tear from one eye “…if they made me keep a secret like that from you, then why shouldn’t we get to keep this to ourselves? So what do you say buddy?” she asked, but she knew what the answer would be before Bolt even opened his muzzle. Nobody wags their tail like that before saying ‘no’.

*******

Even before she walked into the room, Bolt could tell Penny was upset. Her mother was fooled by the girl insisting the day at school had been fine and she was just a bit tired, but she didn’t have a canine’s ears. The shepherd could read the nuances in his mistress’ tone long before the collar he wore let him understand her words, and he knew she couldn’t hide anything from him even if she bothered to try.

Even her tread was different as the footsteps got closer and closer, and while she did cheer up at the sight of Bolt waiting for her in her room, the corners of her mouth didn’t rise quite as high as they usually did.

“Wanna talk about it?” he asked as Penny dumped her bag and plopped down on her bed, shoulders sagging as she heaved a heavy sigh.

“I broke up with Kevin…” she said, her voice a little strained as she got the words past her throat. Bolt’s only reply was to hop up on the bed and lie down with his head in her lap, knowing that it always cheered Penny up. Although considering how much he’d grown over the years he didn’t need to climb on the bed to do it, it was a force of habit at this point. It wouldn’t fix things, but looking up at the girl scratching behind his ears he could see her smiling a little even though her eyes still looked teary. “He kept asking me again… why I don’t want to…” she said and trailed off. Bolt felt like he should say something, but he didn’t really know what. He only had a vague idea how sex worked among dogs, and he was still clueless about how humans get around to it.

“Well do you… I mean don’t you…” he said, almost wishing he hadn’t.

But there were things that couldn’t be hidden from a nose like his. He was no longer a pup and neither was Penny, although she hadn’t done as much growing as he did. Her body still hadn’t fully filled out but even if he did only rely on his eyes he could tell Penny was no longer a little girl just as he was no longer a pup. And being a dog he didn’t have to rely on his eyes. Penny’s tone was still sweet and lilting but had gotten a little richer, and with his head where it was it was impossible to miss the way her scent had changed. Her body, Bolt knew, was ready for a male even if she wasn’t.

“Well… yeah! I mean eventually… But I… I liked Kevin. I liked the way he looked and he was nice to me whenever he wasn’t trying to talk me into putting out but… I don’t want my first time to be with someone I just like…” she finished, looking down into a pair of deep brown eyes staring up at her own. She was a high school senior now, had even turned eighteen a few months back and a lot of girls her age had either lost their virginities or were trying to, but she figured she shouldn’t have to rush something that felt so important to her. “I’m bumming you out, aren’t I boy?” she asked, and before Bolt could reply her slim thighs had slipped from under his head.

Before the white shepherd could get his bearings, the teen girl had flipped and twisted around, wriggling up behind him and pulling him until he was spooned up against her. He could feel his tail, pinned against the girl’s body but still trying to wag as she hugged him fiercely, obviously taking some much needed comfort from the physical contact. Bolt enjoyed it too, but for some time now he was worried he enjoyed this sort of play a little more than Penny, and now was no exception. Unlike a human he had pretty strong instincts regarding certain things, and one of them was how to respond to physical affection from an unmated female…

“Mmmh, I’m so lucky to have you!” she murmured as she nuzzled the soft fur of his neck, knowing just how true it was. She remembered her mother telling her about the days before the treatment was developed that gave pets human life-spans and shuddered at the thought of outliving her best friend by decades. “I know I love you. God, if you were a boy…” she began to say before quickly biting off the rest of that sentence. The little slip of the tongue had her blushing even as her heart sped up and her mind raced. She realized that if Bolt was a boy, her virginity would have been a thing of the past. He would never have had to ask her, let alone try and pressure her into bed. Her mind was too preoccupied with that train of thought to pay attention to where her hands were, and it was only after one of them had trailed down Bolt’s chest and passed the spot on his belly where she’d scratch him to make his hind leg twitch that her fingertips brushed against something warm, furless and a little wet. She pulled her hand away as if she’d just been burned, aware only too late that she was breathing heavily right next to the shepherd’s pointy ears.

“Sorry I… I got a little carried away…” she said, quickly disentangling herself from the white canine and scrambling up on her knees. She suddenly felt guilty and ashamed for having practically groped Bolt down there. The two of them had gotten even closer after they found out they could talk to each other, and Penny had run her hands over pretty much every part of his body except that one. Bolt sat up facing her, and in the sea of white that was his fur Penny couldn’t help but notice a flash of rosy-red. She felt the awkward silence that hung between them, suspecting that Bolt could hear her trying to breathe normally as her heart thumped away in her chest. As it turned out, it was Bolt that broke the silence.

“Penny I…” the shepherd opened his muzzle, tongue-tied for the first time since he got the collar. There was something he wanted to say to Penny for some time, feeling like there was a thousand wrong ways to say it and desperate to find the one right way. “I wouldn’t mind if you weren’t a dog…”

The words, and the awkward tone they were delivered in were enough to send Penny’s mind spinning. She’d thought that the red tip pointed at her was merely a physical reaction of her getting too frisky. It never occurred to her that Bolt was attracted to her, that he saw her that way. The realization forced her to look at him in a different way and ask herself some pretty big questions. Such as how important was species to her?

She’d loved Bolt to bits since she first got him and their bond had only grown in the years they’d spent talking to each other. The mere sight of him was enough to lift her spirits and she felt closer to him than any boy she’d ever met. He was kind, loyal and the best friend a girl could ask for. She took stock of his body again, noting just how much he’d grown. Even for his breed he was imposing, and when she walked him people would often marvel at how well a girl her size could ‘control’ such a powerful animal.

So, a handsome, loving loyal male she cared deeply for. When she put all that in one hand, and a difference in their species in the other, it didn’t really balance out. Would it even be weird? She’d never ben with a boy, so she’d have nothing to compare it to. Maybe it would be natural – the feel fur against bare skin, the occasional brush of a claw or a nip of his teeth. His tongue…

She felt there was only one real way to find out, and before she’d realized what she was doing she found herself leaning closer to Bolt. He seemed to understand the gesture and soon craned his neck, bringing his muzzle closer to her face. They’d kissed before, although always playfully, but that’s not what Penny had in mind. She’d kiss Bolt the way she’d kiss a boy, to see if it felt the same…

It didn’t.

When their lips met it felt electric and Penny was sure her heart had skipped a beat. A whine filled the room and she was startled to realize it came from her, muffled as it was by the muzzle her lips were pressed against. No boy had made her feel like this, and neither had any of her previous friendly kisses with her dog. Her lips parted gently and she felt a fresh thrill when Bolt flicked the tip of his tongue into her mouth, coaxing her own to come out and play. Her hand rose and soon she was holding on to the back of the shepherd’s head, desperate to keep him from breaking the kiss even though he didn’t seem any more inclined to do so than she was. Her eyes remained closed and when a weight settled on her opposite shoulder it took her a moment to realize that it was Bolt’s paw and that he was mimicking the gesture as much as his anatomy allowed. By the time they broke their kiss Bolt was panting and Penny was doing her best not to.

“Bolt, do you… wanna…?” she said, with what little breath she had to spare, not sure what she was asking and just how far she was willing to go with this. But she knew that she wanted to go at least a little bit further.

Bolt’s nod was a bit dazed, but the wag of his tail was very empathic, letting the girl know her canine companion felt the same frightening thrill she did. She got off the bed and locked the door, which she suspected was the last sensible thing she was going to do in a while. There was a finality to that click and she suddenly became aware that she was alone in her room with a boy. Her hands actually shook as she gripped the bottom of her shirt, pulling it over her head and revealing the white cotton bra covering her budding chest. Her skirt went next and Penny was shocked to see the dark wet mark clearly visible at the bottom of her matching panties. She wasn’t the cold fish that her now ex-boyfriend had made her out to be and she knew how to work out the frustrations that came with her self-imposed chastity, but she was still stunned to find that she’d gotten this worked up by nothing more than a kiss with Bolt!

She felt a blush blossom across her cheeks as she practically peeled the damp undergarments from her mound and slid them down her legs. With the little cleft between her slim things now revealed to the wide-eyed canine, she figured she might as well get the rest out of the way. She realized how badly her hands were shaking when she reached behind her to un-clasp her bra, struggling for a few painfully long seconds until the elastic finally went slack and she slid the cups from her budding chest.

Penny had never been naked in front of a boy, Bolt included, and she found herself nervously biting her lower lip, griping her forearm behind her back as she looked into his eyes to see what sort of reaction the sight of her naked would inspire. The corners of her mouth rose at the promising look on the shepherd’s muzzle, as well as the little damp spot the growing member was making on her bedspread.

Even though she was confident in her looks, Penny had been worried that she was a bit of a late-bloomer. Now that they were bare her perky breasts looked very eye-catching, but any remotely loose top tended to hide them. Living with Bolt gave her plenty of exercise, so her waist was slim and her tummy flat. That meant that even though her hips weren’t particularly flared, she could still put enough swing into them to get male attention.

She wasn’t swinging them when she approached Bolt though. There was no sway and swagger, no attempt at seduction. Instead she looked a little awkward, a little vulnerable, but still eager to take this at least a little bit further. Without her panties in the way she could feel a tiny trickle running down the inside of one thigh and she honestly wasn’t sure how far the two of them would take this. She suspected it would be up to Bolt to say ‘stop’, because she wasn’t sure she could.

“Okay, you’ve had your peek. Now roll over and let me get a look…” she said, her voice shaky but eager enough to sound alluring.

Bolt did as she asked and about four inches of his red shaft stood out starkly against the soft white fur of his belly. It looked strange – shiny and slick, a smooth red length ending in a tapered tip that was squirting clear liquid even as Penny watched. Strange, but definitely not gross. She saw one of her hands reaching out and wondered who gave the order when the fingers slid gently over the very plump looking sheath, figuring she’d work up the nerve to touch his cock slowly.

Bolt’s reaction to her touch was encouraging to say the least. She could see the length twitch as another inch was pushed out, the fur-covered skin she was now fondling feeling taut as something very hard and very, very thick swelled up inside. Working up the nerve, she slid her fingertips over the rosy surface of Bolt’s bared cock, not sure how sensitive the slick length was. The shepherd let out an adorable little growl as she very gently caressed his naked member, and encouraged by both the sound and the twitch of the red shaft Penny found herself gently wrapping her hand around it. No sooner had she done that than Bolt gave an instinctive buck, humping into her grasp even in his awkward position.

“Oh wow…” she gasped, something stirring just below her belly at the sight and the feel of him trusting into her hand.

“Sorry I… just couldn’t help…”

“No, it’s okay it’s just that… you’re a bit bigger than I thought…” she said, but the husked tone of her voice made it clear that it wasn’t an unpleasant surprise. It wasn’t just the look of it though. A while ago Penny had jerked Kevin off in the hopes that it would shut him up about getting her into bed, and while it had been easy to close her fist around the teen’s member she was having a much harder time doing it with the canine cock currently throbbing in her grip. It seemed to swell with every beat of the horny canine’s heart and enough had emerged from the swollen sheath that Penny could run her hand up and down the length.

She felt giddy and a little lightheaded from nothing more than gently stroking Bolt off. Doing this to Kevin hadn’t felt nearly as thrilling, which she supposed was why she’d never let the boy go any further, or even touch her back. And even after she’d stroked him off he kept pressuring to go ‘just one step further’. But now that she was with a male that seemed content to just let her enjoy his body at her own pace, she found herself feeling a little impatient.

She carefully bent over closer and closer, her nostrils sniffing as Bolt’s scent only fanned her curiosity. Her tongue slid past her parted lips, a little too tentative to really be erotic as she wondered what the thing twitching in her hand would taste like. She found the flavor of her first ever cock inoffensive, but the thrill of licking her lover urged her to be a little bolder. She pressed her lips to the slick length, kissing up until the tapered tip parted them…

“Bolt? Would you like to… you know – see me?” she said, her cheeks almost matching the length in her hand as she openly asked the shepherd if he wanted to get a glimpse of that part of her which no male so far had seen.

“Yeah!” Bolt almost barked out. What Penny had been doing to him had felt great but his nose had been twitching almost as much as his cock and he was pretty sure he knew where the maddeningly arousing scent was coming from.

Penny didn’t need to be told to roll over, the girl surprising herself at just how eager she was to give Bolt a glimpse and a taste of her. Her slim legs parted on instinct and she could feel the cool air against her wet privates as the plump folds of her sex spread open as well. Bolt was on his paws in an instant and the teen could see goose pimples rise all over her as the shepherd took a few sniffs of her, his warm breath nevertheless feeling like cool puffs against her steamy slit.

“Ahhhhh, fffff…..” Penny almost cried out, stifling a profanity she was sure the whole house would have heard. Bolt had run his tongue in a single, gentle sweep across her lips, but that had been enough to make her whole body tense and her hands clutch the sheets in a death-grip.

“Are you okay?” Bolt asked. From where he was standing, he was sure Penny’s body was reacting very receptively to what little attention he’d given it, but he wanted to make sure his mistress and best friend was okay with him going further.

“Yes! Please… don’t stop…” Penny gasped out, her budding chest heaving as she struggled not to hyperventilate.

Bolt took another swipe, and then another, running that broad, silky tongue over the girl’s smooth lips. He wanted to take things slow but the scent and taste of Penny were stirring his instincts, insisting that this female was ready to be mounted and bred. He compromised by merely pushing his tongue past the teen’s plump labia, getting a little more than an inch within her tight honeypot before he encountered a barrier.

He began to lick in earnest, pressing his tongue against the dripping slit enough to part the whimpering girl’s folds and to let the tip of his thick appendage flick against her inner-petals on every stroke. He felt hands clumsily land on his head and thought for a second that Penny was trying to push him away, a notion that was dispelled when the fingers gently gripped his skull and pushed him just a little closer to the girl’s quivering mound.

Penny was sure that if she bit her lip any harder she’d draw blood, her legs quivering as Bolt’s licking stoked her flames more than she’d expected it to. She’d learned how to get herself off eventually, but it usually took a lot of careful and diligent effort to get her this worked up, and a little extra to get her over the edge. The feeling of her oncoming climax had always been elusive when it was just her and her fingers, but it felt insistent now, something she wasn’t trying to grasp but rather something she was trying to fight off.

It was a fight she knew she’d lose, but didn’t really care. Bolt’s tongue felt more amazing than she’d ever imagined, the smooth surface like living silk as it slid past her lips on every stroke. The canine’s nose was pressed against that little nub at the top of her sex that she knew was particularly sensitive, and every huff of air exhaled against it threatened to send her mind careening past the point of no return.

In the end Penny wasn’t sure if she’d stopped fighting it, or if she’d failed. Either way it didn’t matter. As her whole body shook and her abdomen quivered visibly she could feel the walls of her sex spasming, trying to milk and squeeze a shaft that wasn’t there. In a strange coital clarity, she realized it didn’t matter that she lost control. This wouldn’t be enough to satisfy her, and certainly not Bolt. They had set something in motion, and there was only one way for it to end.

Bolt had never been with a female but he could guess well enough what had happened to Penny when a few squirts of the girl’s honey shot across his muzzle, only to be lapped up by his nimble tongue. His next few swipes made Penny whimper and tense up, and he guessed she might be a little oversensitive. Eager for more intimate contact, he stood up until he was on top of her and bent his muzzle to her face. If the teen minded the taste of herself as they kissed she didn’t show it, moaning eagerly as she accepted the tip of his tongue into her mouth.

“Bolt… I need you…” she said, her eyes still a bit glazed but her tone strangely determined. She wasn’t sure how things had gotten this far. A few moments ago they’d awkwardly shown each other a little more of their bodies than they were used to seeing, wondering if they could even get turned on by a partner of a different species. But as far as they’d gotten it wasn’t far enough. A look down could tell her just how pent up Bolt was, but even that was unnecessary. She could feel that twitching cock spurting hot precum over her belly, the sensation enough to make her wonder what it would feel like – to have that red spire pierce her, claim her and leak inside her snug sex before the inevitable happened and she felt Bolt release every drop contained in that heavy-looking sack he had swinging between his legs.

She’d managed to get her feet on the mattress and tried lifting her crotch up, but realized soon enough that it wouldn’t work. Even if she did trust her wobbly legs to keep her hips raised, Bolt had done a lot more growing since the day they bought that collar and she just couldn’t get her pussy high enough for him to enter her.

“Get off the bed for a second, I think I have an idea…” she said, and Bolt obeyed her both on instinct, and because he had no idea how humans did this sort of thing and was glad that at least Penny seemed to.

Once he was on the floor, Penny eyeballed the height of her bed and the red rod now dangling between Bolt’s legs. She positioned her pillow near the edge before jumping on the bed and positioning her perky little rear on the pillow. It didn’t take Bolt long to figure out what she intended, especially with her hips raised and her legs apart, giving him a mouthwatering view of her well-tongued sex. She felt her heart speed up when he climbed up and couldn’t help but moan out loud when he bent his muzzle and began to lick her firm young breasts.

“C’mon, you can play around with those later, I promise! Don’t make me beg…” she said, even though part of her would have enjoyed just having the powerful canine lovingly nuzzle her chest.

Bolt did as he asked, and soon enough Penny was feeling his shaft squirting against her crotch, his juices making her quivering cunny messy again after he’d done such a great job licking it clean. God, if he’s leaking so much now, what will it feel like when he actually comes? she wondered, knowing she wouldn’t have to wonder for long.

Even though this wasn’t technically the position dogs did it in, she wanted to be able to look her four-legged lover in the eyes at least for the first time they did this. But Bolt’s instincts seemed to be kicking in despite the peculiar positioning, his back arching and his hips making little humping motions that made Penny’s heart flutter. He shifted his hind legs and she gasped when she felt what seemed like quite a hard poke against one of her lips, amazed and just a little anxious about the power contained in that canine body. She felt a strange thrill fill her mind as she realized that she’d be at the large dog’s mercy, trapped under him as he thrust the biggest cock she’d ever seen into her still virginal slit.

Although most likely not for long. Bolt kept poking blindly, each stab of the tapered tip getting a little closer to his target until Penny’s petals gave when one thrust wedged the pointed end past them. Unable to form words, she wrapped her arms around Bolt’s muscular neck, giving him permission to make another small but very meaningful thrust. She almost didn’t feel the sting of her hymen tearing, her mind struggling to process the sensation of her snug little pussy desperately trying to accommodate the bestial length now buried several inches within her.

She could feel the heat of the canine appendage radiating within her, helping soothe her body as her tunnel was forced to accommodate the unyielding length. Taking something that big that fast hurt, but Penny was desperate for more in spite of the pain. She could feel Bolt’s tip now leaking inside of her instead of just squirting, the mess only helping him sheathe the rest of himself into her quivering cunny. She wasn’t sure how much of him was left or for that much matter how much she could take, but the shepherd’s next thrust seemed to force something decidedly thicker past her lips before she felt the soft fuzz of his sheath against them.

“Aahhhhh, fuck…” she panted as she tried to relax, the length now buried within her teen pussy stretching her out enough without her tensing around it.

“Are you okay?” Bolt asked, concern briefly pushing aside the unbelievable pleasure he was experiencing as Penny’s freshly deflowered sex twitched around the first male to claim it.

“Yeah it’s just that you’re kinda… big…” she said, her breathy tone making it quite clear that Bolt wasn’t too big. “C’mere…” she said, snagging the bottom of the white canine’s collar and pulling his muzzle towards her mouth.

The kiss did wonders to help her relax, even as it built up a certain eagerness that she’d never felt before. She knew that in all likelihood Bolt was too big, at least for a virgin her age, but the shaft throbbing inside her just felt so… right. She knew that discomfort aside this hadn’t been a mistake – she was letting the male she loved deeply be her first, and both her body and her soul were embracing their new union. Species didn’t really seem to be that important at this point. After all, she’d taken all there is of him, so it was smooth sailing from here.

“I think I’m fine… try moving around a little…” she said, still a bit apprehensive but too eager to even consider having Bolt dismount.

Bolt pulled out a little, fighting his instincts which were urging him to hump, to rut away at a fertile bitch until she was carrying his pups. While he was a virgin, he’d seen strays going at it a few times, not to mention hearing it. He wasn’t sure what the noises mating dogs made sounded like to humans, but neither the bitches nor the studs on their backs were shy about screaming explicitly off the tops of their lungs.

But not knowing how humans went about this sort of thing, he figured he’d keep his urges in check, at least for now. He heard Penny give a surprised little yelp when his still slim knot slipped out of her and a needy one when he popped it back in. He heard the stray bitches begging for it and knew what it was for. Just the thought of tying with Penny and feeling her milk his shaft as the lump of flesh swelled up within her already vise-tight sex made his hips buck on their own, shoving his length in and drawing a noise form the girl that he didn’t know humans could make.

“Nghhh! Okay Bolt, I’m ready. Fuck me boy, make me feel like a woman…” Penny husked, not believing the words that had just come out of her mouth. But it had been thrilling to talk like that and it certainly seemed to have an effect on the male on top of her.

She felt her hands clenching around fistfuls of white fur as the shepherd’s hips began to move in a distinctly canine fashion – back arched and hind-legs tensed as he tirelessly pumped away between the human girl’s thighs, the sound of their coupling now loud enough for the girl’s ears to pick up. That… whatever it was at the base of Bolt’s cock... kept slipping in and out of her, bruising her smooth plump lips every time it did and churning the mess the dog had already made inside her. She considered briefly how bad it would be once the shepherd’s heavy sack began to empty into her and lamented not having the foresight to put down some towels or something, but she knew there was no stopping this now. Bolt was rutting away at her with a feral intensity, and for her part she was clinging to him as if she was holding on for dear life.

She still couldn’t believe the heat of the shaft pistoning in and out of her freshly deflowered cunny, the sensation only made more obscene and acute by the glorious friction of the smooth length against her silken walls. The animal shaft felt like it was made to measure – stretching her just enough to fill and rub against every spot inside her, and going deeper than she suspected a human boy could have reached. And with Bolt she didn’t have to worry about getting pregnant either. For some strange reason that though suddenly disturbed her and somehow she felt almost close to tears at the thought that she’d never carry Bolt’s puppies.

The shepherd’s next thrust drove the thoughts away even as it drove that bump into her and Penny found herself desperate to throw herself into the physical sensations of the mating, rather than thinking about what can’t be. She bucked her hips and managed to throw her legs around Bolt’s hips, locking them against his humping rear and whimpering as the act changed the angle his shaft was coming in.

“Mmmmhh, good boy! Fuck me Bolt, rut me until it hurts…” she panted and husked, every ragged breath she took filling her lungs with the smell of her lover’s fur and their juices being pumped out of her. In truth it hurt a little already, and Penny hoped she could walk normally after this. She figured it must be her imagination, or maybe her young pussy being pushed past its limit, but it almost felt like the bulbous thing still being pushed in and out of her was getting bigger, her lips seeming to cling to it a little more each time until it was yanked out.

The pain did little to ruin her mood. In fact Penny could feel herself being pushed past the heights where the dog’s nimble tongue had brought her, shuddering at the thought that the greatest orgasm she’d ever felt was mere foreplay for what the rutting shepherd had in store for her. She realized that she was unconsciously humping up to meet her thrusts, the legs locked around the canine’s rear flexing to grind her tender slit against his crotch even as he pummeled away at it. She could no longer tell the pain from the pleasure, desperate for more of both as her nipples stiffened on her chest while she panted as wantonly as an actual bitch.

She was moaning, probably too loud considering her mother was in the house. Biting her lip wouldn’t help what she sensed was coming and with her last sapient thought the girl reached up above her head, her hands blindly grasping until she managed to snag a pillow just in time. The next time Bolt tried to push that lump into her, the girl’s slit seemed to resist for a second before the thing sank in at the same moment Penny pushed the pillow to her face.

She screamed out loud into the cushiony material as her toes curled and her body felt like there was live current going through it. She could feel her pussy clench around the doggy-dick buried in it and through the whiplash-surge of her climax she felt confused as Bolt gave a few tugs on the swollen member inside her before resigning himself to just gently humping and grinding against her mound.

She only took the pillow off her face when the need to breathe began to outweigh the need for silence. She was still cumming, as far as she could tell – the walls of her young sex were twitching and pulsing around the hard piece of red flesh filling every nook and cranny, but she was now almost certain that whatever Bolt had at the base of his cock had grown, to the point that the shepherd couldn’t seem to tug it out.

What little reason she could conjure up told her she should be alarmed about that, but looking up she caught sight of Bolt with his muzzle raised and his eyes closed, the cute little growling noises telling her that he was close to his own climax. Penny couldn’t explain the thrill that though awoke, the knowledge that she was about to feel a male spray his seed within her eager little pussy and leave her well and truly bred.

“C’mon Bolt, do it… cum inside me boy, give me every drop and mark me as yours…” she said, the breathless, shaky quality of her voice only making the words sound more lewd.

Her encouragements seemed to do the trick, and as the swollen bulb trapped inside her throbbed against a particularly sensitive spot of her sex Penny almost came again. She was glad she hadn’t in a way, because what little clarity she managed to hang on to let her feel the trapped cock twitch just before a hot jet blasted against what she knew must be her cervix. Her eyes lost focus as she began to count the spurts – one, two, three…

After eleven she couldn’t keep counting anymore, her eyes now rolling back in her head as pressure began to build up within her. She realized what the purpose of the strange bulge was – with it swollen up and stuck at the entrance to her sex, she was forced to take every drop of Bolt’s cum, just as she’d begged. She was sure her belly would swell up when she felt something give under the pressure and a trickle of canine spunk begin to seep where even Bolt’s cock hadn’t reached.

“Oh God…” she moaned softly, as Bolt’s member continued to twitch. “How are you still cumming?” she asked, unable to believe that the cock her slit was still gently pulsing around was still shooting puppy-juice into her flooded sex.

“Well it just keeps going until – ngh!- my knot is ready to slip out…” Bolt replied, panting and grunting as the human’s snug pussy caressed his over-sensitive length.

“So it has a name… mhhhh, I think I’m in love!” she almost purred out as she slid one hand down her tummy to get a feel for what she couldn’t see. She couldn’t believe when her fingers brushed against her smooth lips and she felt how distended they were, almost feeling the steel-hard mass of flesh they were straining to contain.

“With me, or my knot?” Bolt asked between pants. Penny’s reply was to hook a finger under his collar and pull him down for a quick kiss.

“Both!”

*******

“Oof! You might at least wait until I’ve done the dishes…” Penny said with unconvincing irritation as her white-furred lover leapt up on her, strong paws lovingly fastening around her waist as the shuffling of his hind legs brought him closer to her bare rump.

College typically meant freedom for teens leaving their homes and parents behind, but it had a unique significance for Penny and Bolt. She was frugal with the money her TV career had left her with, but the one little luxury she allowed herself was the renting of a nice little studio apartment almost on campus. After all, even a pet friendly dorm wouldn’t do for a girl who was a lot more than friendly with her ‘pet’. When in public, Bolt didn’t mind behaving like one, but in their little love-nest they were trying out fun new ways to live like a couple.

Meals were one of those little innovations, with both of them sitting at the table to eat (well, Penny siting and Bolt standing with his paws planted on the surface). And since he was so nice to try acting a little human for her, Penny had decided to meet him half-way by being a little bit canine. An emergency robe hung along with her jackets and coats next to the door, a necessity since she wore little if anything when it was just the two of them in the house.

The first few days when she’d started doing it had been exhausting for both of them, since walking around naked in front of Bolt turned her on, and watching her naked all the time turned him on. But once the novelty (and the soreness) had worn off they could appreciate it as just a little bit of extra intimacy between the two of them. But there were still exceptions, and sooner or later her four-legged lover would catch a glimpse of something he just couldn’t resist. And Penny had a good idea what it had been, since she had her back turned to him and her apron-strings concealed very little from that angle.

“I’ve licked my plate clean as always, and yours can wait…” the shepherd murmured lustily next to her ear as his hips began to move in familiar humping motions.

“You don’t want to try and make it to the couch, at leas… ooh!” Penny teased when a poke against one of her cheeks told her that it was too far and too late. “Well, I suppose we haven’t tried it like this yet…” she breathed out, her voice becoming needy as Bolt’s enthusiasm got her worked up.

Even though their lovemaking got a lot more frequent (and a bit more vocal) after they got a place of their own, the thrill of feeling the big dog’s fur on her bare skin and his weight on her back never got old. And judging by the hard, warm rod poking her bouncy behind Bolt hadn’t gotten bored of it either. Seeing as how this was going to happen, she did her best to help her canine lover, arching her back and trusting her moistening slit out to meet the seeking tip.

She felt her nipples stiffen against the fabric of her apron, her breathing speeding up in the anticipation of that moment when the shepherd’s poking struck true and he began to hump away at her like the eager little bitch that she was. Either Bolt was a bit impatient or this position was more challenging than he’d initially thought, but so far the closest he’d come to the mark was a sharp poke at one of her plump pussy-lips. She could feel his frustrations by the mess he was leaking all over as he jabbed wildly, both of them trying to maneuver their privates in the hopes of getting them to meet. In retrospect Penny had realized that both of them moving around was a mistake, something that had only dawned on her once one of Bolt’s jabs hit her pucker, the slight give of her ring obviously tricking the big canine into thinking he’d finally struck home.

“HaaaaAaaaahh!” Penny cried out, her breath driven from her lungs even as her so far virgin ass was invaded by the canine appendage that was still quite a snug fit for her pussy after all this time. Bolt didn’t seem to notice the difference, probably relieved to feel something tight and warm squeezing around him and too worked up to wonder what it was. Penny’s eyes were wide and her mouth agape but silent as the dog mounting her gave a low, amorous growl, his paws gripping her a little tighter as he began to hump more of his length into her.

“Ngh! Bolt w-wait a second…” she finally managed to get out, wincing as her pucker kept clenching around the invading length, and only making the red missile seem thicker than it already was.

“What’s wrong?” the canine asked, surprised and concerned at eh pained tone of his mate’s voice.

“Your aim!” she replied, smiling despite discomfort at just how oblivious the dog was.

“Oh!” Bolt said, his ears folding as he realized what Penny had meant. “Sorry, I’ll just…”

“No, no! Wait just… give me a moment…” she replied, surprising herself at her reluctance to release Bolt from the strange new hold she had on him.

She realized that her tensing had made things worse than they needed to be back there, and once she relaxed Bolt’s cock up her petite ass didn’t feel all that bad. Not bad at all… the girl thought to herself, giving her pucker one slow but firm flex. Both the sensation of her rump gripping the canine shaft lodged half-way up it and the little noise the shepherd had made sent a tingle running through Penny’s body and dirty thought running through her mind. She swiveled her hips a little and the curious way the trapped cock moved within her made the girl’s mind up for her.

“Okay just… go slow. At least to start with…”

The reply surprised the white shepherd, but the tone of Penny’s voice and the loving way her behind was clenching on him made his tail wag and his hips move. Whether she was doing it on purpose or not, her pucker had been milking his tip all this time and all the mess he’d leaked within that tight little ass was making this easier than it had seemed at first. The sounds Penny was making brought to mind that first time they’d gotten intimate, the moans and little grunts urging him to give her just a little more on each thrust.

“H-harder…”

“What’s that?” Bolt asked. Penny had grunted the word out and even with his hearing he wasn’t sure he’d caught it.

“Harder! If you’re going to shove that thing up my ass then quite teasing and fuck me…” she said, her tone playful and her voice breathy.

Penny knew her words had struck home when she felt Bolt tighten his grip on her girlish hips even further, the familiar sensation of his dewclaws poking and scratching against her sensitive sides making her empty slit drool a little as she got ready for what she knew would be a proper rutting. There was just something so kinky about this situation – her bent over the sink with Bolt buried up her snug little behind, the hard length of canine flesh throbbing as it took her virginity all over again.

The shepherd began to hump without warning, filling the kitchen area with the wet sounds of his shaft gliding in and out of her speared ass as the tiny claws slid back and forth along her bare skin. She’d have a few fresh scratches, she knew, and even though Bolt felt bad about them she made no secret about how much she enjoyed the secret little mark he left her with every time he climbed on her back. She still took him on her back from time to time (or sometimes on his) because there was no replacement for face-to-face contact during their intimate moments, but there was something thrilling about feeling a weight land on her back, a muzzle panting in her ear as she kept her eyes ahead and took whatever her lover intended to give her.

And he was certainly giving it to her now, just as she’d asked! She could hear the smack of his canine hips against her pert behind and could imagine her firm little cheeks bouncing and turning a rosy-red form the rough treatment. She wondered what her poor pucker must look like as it struggled to stretch around the now slick cock pummeling her no longer virginal ass, dimpling in and out as Bolt’s still tiny knot slipped past the straining ring.

“That’s it boy… fuck me… breed my poor little butt until I beg you to stop…” Penny moaned, her voice shaking with every jack-hammer thrust of the canine who was already doing just that.

She knew she probably should tell him to stop for a while and just do her best to get him so worked up that the bulb inflated and got too big to go inside her. But it felt so deliciously lewd popping in and out that she figured she’d just wait a little while longer. There was something wild and impulsive about this little session of theirs, and she didn’t want to ruin the momentum that had gotten them here.

“Ahhh! Okay Bolt, just pull it out before it’s too late…” she said after she felt a tug painful enough to snap her out of her daze.

“Well that’s what I’m trying to do, if you’d only let go…” the canine mounting her said, growling softly as he tugged on the trapped ball of flesh, each unsuccessful attempt to pull out only stimulating him and making the problem worse.

“Unghhh, fuck!” Penny grunted as another painful tug and the throb of the trapped member told her that they’d waited just a little too long. “Just… hold on a second…” she panted, trying to relax as the monster buried in her rear continued to swell.

She could feel her insides straining around the growing knot, her ass wrapped tight enough around it that she could feel Bolt’s heartbeat within her. But painful as it was, there was the familiar feeling of intimacy that being tied to her lover always brought on, the knowledge that for a little while they were quite literally inseparable.

After a few more seconds the growing mass of flesh seemed to reach its full size and Penny did her best to just breathe deep and let her body adjust. There was, of course, only one way this could end, and that was with Bolt humping away as best as he could until he painted the inside of her ass white with doggy-spunk. The thought of her lover coming up her behind was thrilling and as the initial pain of the tie faded Penny found herself subtly grinding her impaled tush against her four-legged lover.

“Okay you can… you can start…” she breathed out, feeling relaxed enough to pick things up where they’d left off.

“You sure?” Bolt asked, his voice a little strained as he fought the urge to do just that. Penny’s pussy always felt like heaven when it clamped down and kept him inside her, but the hole he found himself tied with now seemed tighter and every twitch of her pucker squeezed down on the base of his cock that made it hard to keep his hips still.

“Yeah. You knotted me like a bitch, now breed me like one…” Penny teased, wriggling her rear a little for emphasis and enjoying the way the wispy fur of Bolt’s crotch tickled her cheeks after the punishment they’ve been through.

Bolt’s response was a lusty growl so near her earlobe that it made her shudder under him. True to his word he began to move his hips, giving short, rapid tugs on the cock held firmly inside the human girl whimpering under him. It hurt a little to have the engorged knot constantly trying to slip out past the pucker desperately clenched just behind it, but what surprised Penny was that the ball of flesh was rubbing the same delicious spot inside her it always did, even if it was in the wrong hole!

Her ass was so stuffed that the walls of her sex were rubbing against each other, the silken friction making her quim drool even as Bolt’s swinging sack clapped against it as steady as a pendulum. When the shepherd had sheathed himself into her ass and his rutting made her tingle, she figured she’d let him have his fun with her behind and then enjoy an nice tongue-lashing once the anal humping got her nice and worked up.

But her grunts were starting to sound a lot less pained as Bolt murred into her ear, obviously enjoying the tightness of her rear as he humped as best as he could against it. Considering that Bolt generally liked a taste and that his tongue still drove her wild, she’s always come at least once before he did. The thought of outlasting her canine lover was suddenly very appealing, and Penny didn’t mind cheating just a bit to get her way.

“Mmmmh, that’s it boy… give me what I need… fill my tight little ass up with your hot doggy-cum…” she moaned, her voice shaking with every hump and only making the word sound lewder and more desperate.

The seemed to be more than Bolt could take, and Penny’s ears filled with the grunt-growls that he always made at this point even before the twitching canine cock began to fill her behind with his seed. The young woman found herself gasping when the first jet shot into her, followed by a surge of watery puppy-batter, a heat spreading through her body with every throb of the shaft spraying her insides. Just as her wanton teasing drove Bolt over the edge, the sensation of his seed flooding her insides as his knot throbbed angrily inside her did it for her. She could feel the sack resting against her slick lips twitch even as her pussy did the same, a few thin squirts of her honey gushing against the canine pouch.

“Did you… did you come?” she heard Bolt ask between pants.

“Mmmmhhh, no?” she said, bowing her head as her cheeks colored.

“You did! You just came from having your tail-hole bred!” Bolt beamed from just above her head, obviously quite self-satisfied that he’d managed to get her off even if he’d missed his mark.

“I don’t have a tail so I can’t have a tail-hole.” The girl said, trying not to giggle as she grasped at straws. “But yeah. I’m not sure there’s anything you can do to me that I won’t enjoy at this point…” she added, smiling as the currents of air against her bare calves told her the shepherd’s tail was wagging.

*******

“You know, I actually thought I’d miss the hustle and bustle of Hollywood after our little rural paradise…” Penny said, eyeing the busy streets with a sour look on her face. At the age of twenty-five she was making a nice living as a freelance photographer, and while most people were happy to do business over the phone or online, people form Hollywood just couldn’t understand why anyone would pass up the chance to visit the most iconic part of Los Angeles. “So much for nostalgia. Let’s just get this meeting over with and get back to… oh!” she said as the corner she’d just rounded revealed a familiar storefront that still stuck out like a sore thumb in L.A. “Well, I suppose we should pop in…” she mused out loud. Staying in character of an ordinary dog, Bolt didn’t reply but pretended to pull her along towards the old-fashioned shop.

“Hasn’t changed a bit…” the young woman said as the tinkle of a bell announced their entry.

“Thank you dear. I do my best to keep the place in order, and I’m glad to know it shows.”

Penny and Bolt both turned towards the speaker, both of them surprised to see the same woman they’d met almost a decade ago. The woman had either aged remarkably well, or more to the point remarkably little, or she’d been younger than Penny had initially thought and had only looked like a woman in her middle years because of the old-fashioned dress.

“Oh, hello! Again… You probably don’t remember, but I came in here years ago…” she began, suddenly feeling like a girl again, and not the successful young professional she was.

“I remember dear. I’m glad to see your friend there has grown into his collar. You are happy with your purchase, I hope?”

“Yes! I mean it’s… it’s worked out great…” Penny stammered, still unsure if the proprietress was even aware of what the collar had done to her and Bolt. Something about this woman’s demeanor and speech made her impossible to read…

“Hmm. Well it’s a good thing you happened by. I’ve been clearing out my storeroom and happened to find this…” she said, picking up a collar that looked a lot like the one that Bolt was wearing, only the band seemed a bit thinner and just a tad narrower. “Must have gotten mislaid. It’s meant to go with the one I sold you, so I’d be quite happy to let you have it for a song. I do hate to split up a matching pair…”

“Well… the one you sold me is working out really well... that is Bolt’s grown so attached to it, I’m not sure how he’d take to a new one…” Penny spoke, trying to bluff her way through this. She still had no idea just how much this woman knew, but at least she could be sure she didn’t know everything that had happened between her and Bolt.

“Oh, he can keep his own, dear. This one’s for you…” the proprietress said, not so much as batting an eye as she suggested the young woman standing in front of her should put on what was quite clearly a dog collar, albeit an exceptionally beautiful one. “I daresay there’s something you’ve been missing out on, and I think that after all these years you’ll be wanting this.”

In the end, all it took for Penny to make her mind up was to imagine what her life would have been like if she’d never bought Bolt the collar that let them understand each other. Like the last time ‘round she fished out all the cash she had on her which turned out to be almost fifty dollars and made her feel a little better as the shopkeeper rang her up on the hand-cranked register. The woman also did her the favor of wrapping the thing up in a neat little parcel, rather than suggesting Penny walk out wearing it…

*******

“A few more aaaaand – that’s it!” Penny said, examining her camera’s screen before putting it away.

“Done already?” Bolt asked, surprised and a little disappointed. It was a very nice afternoon, and he was enjoying spending it outside with his mate.

“No, but that’s all I need in this light. I figure we stroll around a bit until the sun starts to set, and then I’ll finish. This old beast is going to look great in rosy hues and long shadows…” she said, referring to the rusting hulk of an old tractor that had caught her eye.

They’d been living in their little home for a while now – a house on the outskirts of town, so much that the only thing beyond it were these little farms. The property they were on now belonged to another new arrival to the neighborhood, one who’d bought an old homestead and gotten to work clearing the land that had grown wild and bushy with no one to tend it. He’d uncovered what must have been a sixty-year-old tractor and had been reluctant to have the rusting derelict hauled off for scrap since it was becoming a bit of an attraction. Either way, Penny was glad to have this chance to immortalize the sturdy old machine.

“C’mon, let’s go for a walk and see if we can find anything other to take a snap of…” she said, although if she expected Bolt to help her spot something, she’d probably be disappointed. The shepherd had a hard time tearing his eyes away from her. Her svelte form was wrapped in a light sundress that clung to her curves with the bottom fringe lifting a little with each gust of wind, giving a glimpse of nothing but smooth bare skin underneath. But as hard as it was to take his eyes off her, it was impossible to do so with his nose. It had been sniffing away all morning, desperate for every whiff it could get of the girl’s scent. When the breeze managed to lift Penny’s gossamer-thin dress enough to give him a flash of her bare cheeks, he couldn’t help but push his muzzle into the little gap between her slim thighs, inhaling deeply of the tantalizingly feminine aroma.

“Ooh! Someone’s frisky today…” Penny teased, but made no motion to get away from the literally nosy shepherd now brazenly huffing away against her lips with her dress draped over his head. The chances of anyone spotting them were slim, and the feel of his hot breath over her moistening mound was too thrilling to pass up.

“Can’t help it. You smell good…” she heard the reply from between her legs, the amorous canine pausing his sniffing only long enough to speak.

“Mmh, you always say that…” she said, knowing that he did. And she also knew what him sniffing her like this usually led to…

“Yeah but… you smell even better today…”

“Flatterer…” she said, biting off a squeak when Bolt decided he wanted a taste as well. “Well if you’re not going to behave, let’s at least get somewhere a little more private.”

That suggestion got the canine’s muzzle out from between her legs, and the two walked with a noticeable spring in their step to a nearby wheat field. The stalks were still green and fairly short, so Penny supposed they didn’t have much choice how they did this. But being in nature, they’d just do it as nature intended…

She set aside her gear bag and quickly pulled her dress over her head, ducking down before any unnoticed watcher had a chance to get more than a split-second glimpse of her bared perky breasts. Even though she was a young woman now her figure remained girlish, the image only enhanced by the bob-cut she still wore. But although her curves weren’t generous, they were firm and bouncy enough to catch men’s eyes, and it was only the presence of a large, intimidating dog that seemed leery of said men that kept her from having to deal with unwanted male attention.

After all, the only male she needed was the one she was even now getting on all fours for, dressed in nothing but a collar that matched his own. She’d been a bit worried about her unusual accessory, going so far as to get a little brass plate in the shape of a heart and clipping it on in the hopes she could pass it off as a sort of necklace-and-pendant. Her worries proved pointless when the residents of the little town she lived in merely complemented her on it and asked if that was the sort of thing people wore in Hollywood these days. Unlike the collar Bolt wore, hers was yet to manifest any special power, but Penny had to admit she’d taken a liking to it.

She felt a little flutter deep down at the thought of doing something like this in public, even though the tiny path between the rows of wheat gave them plenty of privacy. Maybe it was the idea of doing it in the open that excited her, forcing a bit of moisture past her lips as she gave her petite rump a little wriggle, hoping to entice her canine lover.

Goose-pimples rose over her naked skin when a muzzle settled an inch from her bared slit, Bolt’s sniffs loud enough for her to hear them before the shepherd decided to get a taste. She arched her back on reflex, thrusting her pussy out towards the tongue sliding from her mound up, brushing over both her slightly parted lips and her pink pucker before the whole movement repeated, leaving her to wonder how Bolt would mount her.

After the first time he’d bred her behind she’d let him take her rear on a few memorable occasions, and even though she’d come to enjoy having her ass rutted by the loving shepherd, the thought of having him burry his knot between her cheeks today just felt wrong. She spread her legs just a little, causing her flower to open up for the questing tongue and hopefully signaling the male what she was in the mood for.

Unbeknownst to Penny, Bolt had no intention of letting his shaft slip anywhere but between those plump lips his tongue was even now pushing between, gathering up her juices as a realization slowly built up somewhere in his mind. Once Penny’s moans and whines began sounding less sensual and decidedly impatient, he wasted little time, mounting his smooth-skinned bitch with the ease that spoke of long practice.

“Mmmh, I love the feel of your fur against my back…” Penny breathed out, her heart speeding up at the welcome sensation of Bolt’s fluffy chest settling on top of her, the familiar weight and the strong paws gripping her in a secure yet loving mating hold.

His only response was a low, amorous growl that she could feel as well as hear as that powerful chest rumbled against her, a wet, warm tip carefully prodding and giving her a few teasing pokes on her cheeks before he found her waiting lips, and a second later the moist pink tunnel hidden away between them. She groaned as the tapered end of Bolt’s cock was pushed into her, the walls of her sex stretching and parting as several inches found their way into her. She felt her thighs tense and muscles twitch along her belly and back as her femininity hugged the invader, pulsing eagerly as if it was trying to guide it deeper in.

“Mhhhh, more! Ooohh, don’t tease me Bolt… I need… I need you…” Penny began to beg, surprised herself at just how desperate she suddenly was to feel the tip of Bolt’s cock bottom out inside her, filling her like no human male could as he prepared to rut her. This was supposed to be just a fun, kinky little romp, but she suddenly felt like she hadn’t been touched down there for weeks, despite how active she and her four-legged lover were.

“No wonder. You’re in heat…” Bolt murred next to her ear even as he obeyed his mate and mistress, pushing a little more into that twitching sex.

“We’ve –aah!- been over this… Human females don’t go into heat.” Penny said, the desperate need to be filled making it difficult to focus on anything but the progress that red rod was making into her body. “I must have been ovulating a hundred times since we started… and it never felt like this…”

“You don’t have to tell this nose…” Bolt replied, shuffling his rear legs a little to push the last few inches of himself into Penny. “I can tell when you’re fertile, and I can tell when you’re not. But in all these years, you’ve never smelled like this…” he finished. There was a rumble to his voice that Penny recognized as the same inexplicable, desperate need she felt and wondered if he was right. But why after all this time…

The young woman’s eyes went wide as she realized what had changed and did some quick math. True, she’d ovulated before, and mated with Bolt during those periods the same as she always did. But this was the first time she was ovulating since she’d started wearing a collar of her own. Penny was suddenly aware of both the band of finely crafted leather wrapped snugly around her neck and the hot, hard shaft spreading her open as Bolt considerately gave her a little time to adjust to having him within her.

“B-breed me, Bolt…” she gasped, knowing that it was what was going to happen no matter what she said or did. They were both too far along now to stop nature from taking its course, even if they wanted to. “Don’t be gentle and don’t stop until… don’t stop!”

The dog on top of her needed no further urging, and no soon had she finished her sentence than the slim knot slipped out of her with a moist ‘plop’ that told her just how wet her condition was making her back there. The knot, along with the rest of the canine cock was soon forced back into her, the walls of her sex tingling as the smooth doggy-dick bottomed out inside her once more.

Bolt’s dew-claws dug into the tender skin of her waist as her lover tightened his grip, holding her still while his hips pounded with what seemed like a tireless rhythm, unsheathing and sheathing the red length into her dripping slit. Bolt was always vigorous unless she asked him to go slowly, but there was a feral, almost savage intensity to his movements as he pistoned his massive member into her straining sex.

Penny could feel her cheeks quiver with every impact of the hips of the canine rutting her, her breasts shaking as they hung free, swinging in time to the merciless thrusts of the powerful male covering her. The knot still freely sliding in and out of her drove her mad, bumping against her clit every time it was shoved in and sliding across the little button on its way out. It was also pumping out both her and Bolt’s mess out of her, and with her nostrils flaring Penny was sure she could also smell the difference in her scent, the sweet musk now sharper than the loamy soil or the green, grassy smell of the wheat, especially now that her inner thighs were drenched in it.

“GoooOoood boy…” she moaned, her voice shaking along with her body as Bolt took her as if she were a feral bitch desperate for his puppies. A description that wasn’t far from the truth, considering that just the thought of being truly bred by her canine lover had her cunny clenching, trying to grasp his knot before it was big enough to stay lodged within her. “Fuck me you beautiful son of a bitch! Tie me and fill me to the brim…”

“If I’m a –ngh!- son of a bitch, then what does that make you?” the shepherd asked with a smile on his muzzle. It never ceased to amaze him how carried away Penny got whenever their mated, and the sort of things that got past the normally sweet and well behaved young woman’s lips.

“Mppfffh! I’m a bitch. I’m your bitch so please, please, please knot me and give me your puppies already…” Penny begged desperately, no longer worried if anyone might see or hear them.

She was sure she’d already come during the rutting Bolt was giving her, but the climax had done nothing to ease her desperation. All it did was make her love-tunnel even more sensitive and responsive to the sliding of the smooth, canine cock and the throb of the knot whenever it pushed in, almost but not quite ready to stay in.

Usually Penny was in no rush while under (or on top of) Bolt, because feeling that doggy-dick twitch and spray inside her was merely a very nice finish, rather than a goal she was desperate to reach. But now it was all she could think about, and she knew that even if the rutting shepherd made her come a dozen times over she wouldn’t be able to calm down until she felt her womb swell with his spunk.

The next time the knot sunk in she did her best to clench up and keep it in, the muscles along her belly tensing from the effort. When Bolt reversed direction and began to pull out she could feel her labia dimple, her pussy being forced open for a brief second before the direction of the canine’s hips was reversed again and the whole thing was driven back inside. Enclosed by her silken walls, the bulge throbbed and swelled quickly so that the next tug barely parted her slit but made it obvious that the knot wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

“I’ve got you… I’ve got you… I’ve got yooOouu…” she grunted almost drunkenly in time to every tug and throb of the swelling ball of flesh sealing her off before she was bred. She braced her left hand to keep her steady while Bolt continued humping her, her other hand trialing down her flat belly as her questing fingers sought out her sex. The digits tingled as their tips brushed over her wet slit, the sensitive lips slightly bruised form the vigorous rutting and noticeably distended as something big and hard throbbed just behind them.

Even though Bolt her been her first and only lover, she knew deep down that neither a boy nor a man could provide her with this level of intimacy. She and Bolt were joined now, his shaft trapped in the loving grip of her twitching sex where it would remain while he filled her with every drop of seed held within those massive balls swinging and twitching somewhere behind his sheath.

Part of her was content playing around with her knotted pussy, stroking her sore lips and rubbing Bolt’s knot though them, but after a particularly vigorous hump almost knocked her face-first into the dirt, she quickly got back on all fours. Bolt was still humping, his heart beating against her back and her body jerking with his shallow thrusts that tugged on the knot that by now was too swollen to do anything but shift inside her.

Seconds seemed to turn into minutes as she awaited that moment she knew would set her off- the twitch of the doggy-dick stuck inside her that would announce the first of many pulses of warm canine seed. As it happened something unexpected triggered her climax – a brief and sudden tightness against her throat as Bolt grabbed the back of her collar with his teeth and pulled on it. The mating bite pushed Penny ever the edge, the swollen organ trapped in her pussy seemed to grow in size as her sex began of tighten around it, milking it with the desperation of a true bitch in heat.

Her head was up but she saw nothing, her mouth making strange, whimpering noises as her orgasm wracked her body, stretching out into what felt like forever until she finally felt the tip pressed against her cervix erupt, sending a stream of canine spunk surging into her waiting womb. Her mouth split in a mindless grin and Penny felt so happy she was close to tears as her lover and mate seeded her, every throb and spurt ensuring that he’d leave her with more than a few fresh claw-marks by the time he was ready to slip out of her. Until then Penny was happy just to kneel in that field, awash in post-coital bliss as the seed swelling her belly soothed her and filled her mind with what was to come…

*******

“Well? Can those ears of yours tell how many are in there?” Penny asked, smiling down as she petted the white canine head in her lap.

“Not if you talk while I’m trying to listen…” Bolt replied, as he pressed one of his ears to the now noticeable curve in Penny’s one flat tummy. “Two?”

“That’d be my guess…” the expecting mother said, her hand moving down to scratch at the scruff of the father of the puppies growing inside her.

The pregnancy was progressing at a canine pace, and even though Penny knew she was fairly close to term her belly was curved rather than rounded, something that made sense considering she was carrying puppies rather than babies. The size difference also made her confident about giving birth at home, with nobody but Bolt around.

She didn’t go out much these days, and when she did she made sure to dress in clothing that wouldn’t give anything away. And in a few weeks she’d make up a story how she’d taken Bolt out to stud and was given the pick of his litter. But for now the two of them were enjoying some peace and quiet until the pups came and gave them little enough of that.

Looking down, Penny couldn’t help but smile at what motherhood was doing to her body. Since it was summer and they were in their little love-nest she wore nothing apart from her collar, and she could see that her perky breasts had filled out a little more, the once rosy nipples darkening and growing more tender in preparation for two hungry little muzzles that would soon be suckling on them. In the meantime Bolt was enjoying giving them a nice tongue-bath every now and again and seeing just how sensitive they’d gotten.

“Ooh. Sorry, did my petting do that?” she asked after a sideways glance gave her a glimpse of Bolt’s cock leaving its thick white sheath.

“That and considering where my head is…” he said, although Penny knew that was only half of it.

Ever since she’d started showing Bolt had been adamant about not mounting her, let alone tying for fear of injuring either his mate or his pups. They’d weathered the weeks by fooling around and making each other happy, and although having him push his tongue past her lips and delve her sensitive insides served to scratch her itch, she suspected that lying on his back white she sucked him off wasn’t quite as satisfying to the father of her puppies. Even now with him lying on his side she could see the muscles along his rear bunching up, desperate to hump something.

“Well, let’s see if we can find a new way to have fun…” she said, wheels turning in her head and coming up with a promising idea once her eyes settled on the nearby ottoman. She figured it would be just the right height as she draped herself over it, lying on her back with both her legs and her head dangling over the side. Her short hair just barely brushed the floor as she looked at an upside Bolt getting off the couch but not yet catching on to the idea.

“There we go. Now just lay down on top of me and as long as you take it easy you can hump my face to your heart’s content…” she said, opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out for emphasis while her hands toyed with her gently swollen breasts.

Bolt didn’t seem to need much more urging than that, and she could see his tail wagging before he mounted up and her vision became mostly white fur with a big red piece squirting all over her face even though there were only a few inches of it sticking out. Considerate as always, Bolt kept his front paws on the piece of furniture to keep his weight over the bulge in her belly even as he gently humped in search of his mate’s mouth.

Realizing a poke in the eye would hurt more than having the red tip stab at her rump did, Penny quickly caught the bobbing shaft between her lips, kissing and suckling the end of Bolt’s cock even as it leaked into her mouth. Once he realized he was in, the shepherd began to carefully hump against her face, the fine hairs surrounding the opening in his sheath tickling her lips as more of his cock slid into her waiting mouth.

Ever the gentleman, the white canine bent his mouth to the slit lying between his mate’s parted thighs, pleasantly surprising the girl who was now moaning lustily around the canine length sliding in and out of her mouth. Once Bolt had several inches of his pride and joy past her lips she began lashing the red length with her tongue, lovingly caressing the smooth ruby length and eagerly swallowing its watery tribute.

For his part Bolt returned the favor, swiping his broad tongue across Penny’s slit before slipping the tip of it past her lips and into the moistening pink tunnel twitching at his touch. They had both used their mouth on each other plenty of times, but this was the first time they’d done it at the same time like this. The shepherd had to admit it felt better – like actual mating rather than doing each other a favor. He was still trying to hold back as best as he could and gently hump his mistress’ face, but with her sucking him deeper he felt his control gradually slip and only hoped that Penny knew what she was doing when she offered to do this.

Penny’s moans around the invading canine length were earnest even as the tip began to slip just a little bit to the back of her throat. She knew from experience that she didn’t have much of a gag reflex and could take Bolt fairly deep, but she also realized that had always been at her own pace – her head slowly rising and falling as she gripped the back of Bolt’s knot with one hand and cradled his heavy sack with the other. The memory made one of her arms rise as she carefully sought out the two bulging orbs hanging from their little pouch. That got her an approving murr from her lover who pushed his own tongue a little deeper into her, seeking out the familiar spots within her sex that could always make her squirm.

Bolt’s humping increased in tempo a little and now his knot was out of the sheath as well, the still slim bulb pushing its way in and out past Penny’s clinging lips as the tip entered and then exited her throat. As she did her best to swallow the pre her canine lover was leaking around the intruding tip, she realized they hadn’t really worked out any signal and that she had no control over this until Bolt dismounted her face, something that was very unlikely to happen until those balls she was lovingly fondling emptied themselves down her throat.

It was a practical thought, but it was getting harder to think practically as the dog’s tongue kept burrowing deeper and deeper inside her, to the point that Bolt’s muzzle was smooshed against the lips between her legs just as the lips on her face wrapped themselves around the ruby length now properly fucking her mouth.

The knot was a bit of a concern, and Penny knew the reasonable thing to do would be to use her free hand to grab hold of it and keep it outside her mouth. But she really wanted to let her beloved doggy hump his heart out and grabbing his knot would keep him from doing that, so Penny wound up just opening her mouth wider and wider, keeping her teeth out of the way of the growing bulge popping in and out of her mouth.

It was only when the knot became stuck that she began to wonder if she’d gone too far, but after Bolt tried tugging it out a few times only to find it could no longer get past her teeth, she knew it was too late to do anything. The shepherd could barely move now, but considering how fiercely his tail was wagging, he didn’t really feel the need to. That was most likely due to the fact that several inches of his cock were now stuffed down Penny’s throat, to the point that the girl had to try very hard to get enough air through her nose.

He was still leaking like a broken faucet, and every time she swallowed she could feel her muscles squeeze and massage that portion of his cock that was stuffed down her esophagus, while the rest of the swollen member throbbed against her tongue. She felt the sack she was still caressing pull up a little and knew that Bolt was close to emptying that pouch down her throat.

The thought alarmed her because she knew just how much the big dog produced and how difficult it was for her mouth to keep up with him. Whenever she blew him she’d do her best to swallow as much as she could, but inevitably she’d fail to keep up and pull the red shaft from her mouth, aiming the still spurting appendage down at her neck and chest. She did love the sensation of Bolt’s puppy-pecker painting her perky tits, every warm jet of his cum making her skin tingle as he squirted all over her.

But that was when she had control over things. And as the swollen pouch began to twitch in her hand and Bolt’s cock began doing the same in her mouth, she realized that this time she’d be swallowing every drop. She couldn’t taste the canine seed as the tip of Bolt’s cock began to spray the copious load straight down her throat as Penny did her best to both accept the torrent of doggy-spunk and breathe at the same time. And focusing wasn’t easy since the climaxing canine was murring happily into her pussy, his tongue barely slowing down in its loving exploration of her most intimate depths.

Penny did her best to swallow what Bolt was feeding her, but despite her best efforts she could feel her mouth flood with the warm canine seed as even more was pumped down her throat. She was starting to worry if she’d wind up choking, but thankfully the almost violent jets slowed to more manageable, regular spurts that she had little trouble sucking down. With Bolt tied in her mouth she had little to do but drink his seed down and enjoy the tongue lashing he was giving her, cumming a few minutes later as the doggy-dick down her throat leaked the last of her mate’s load.

She had to admit that the sight of Bolt’s cock once it slipped from her mouth was breathtaking, or would have been if she had any breath left to spare. The red beast looked massive as it slid from her mouth, the tip flicking her nose as it dropped before Bolt pulled his tongue from her and dismounted. She was still lying on the ottoman with her mouth hanging open when her lover turned around and kissed her. She knew for a fact Bolt didn’t mind the taste of his cum since he always made sure to lick her clean after they were done having fun, and for her part she didn’t mind the taste of herself as her tongue slipped past her lips to play with his…

*******

“You hear that?” Bolt asked, his eyes still closed but his ears perked as he rested his head against his mate’s chest.

“Yeah. To be fair, they did give us… wow, three whole hours…” she murmured, bleary eyes focusing on the screen of her phone. Bolt was on his paws in a second, waiting for her by the side of the couch. “You know you can go back to sleep right? It’s me they want…” she said, looking at the TV screen. The two had figured they’d settle down and watch a movie, but had nodded off before they’d even picked one.

“I know…” the shepherd replied, but still followed her to the little penned-off part of their bedroom where their pups were waking up and calling for dinner.

Penny opened the robe she was wearing before deciding to take it off altogether. She plopped down on to the big bean-bag that had been Bolt’s favorite before his mate and puppies took it over as a nursing chair. She supposed they liked the fact that it smelled like their daddy, since it was certainly what made her eager to snuggle up against it. Bolt brought the hungry little furballs to her one by one, gently grabbing them by the scruff and laying them down on her chest.

The pups calmed down once each had found a nipple and they began to eagerly suckle – her snow-white daughter and the son that shared her coloring. A russet shepherd. That’s going to be a new one for cynologists… she thought as the pups nursed. They seemed to be patient today, which was a good thing since their teeth had just started coming in and they could really pinch when they were hungry. Bolt assured her it was still too early for their first words and that the little noises they made were still as unintelligible to him as they were to her. She wondered if she would be able to understand them once they began to speak, but she didn’t really worry. After all, she had an interpreter around who never left her side anymore…