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Note: Everyone should see 101 Dalmatians 2 (since it's the best Disney sequel ever). And I'm not exaggerating Thunderbolt.

Fun with Bolt and Penny 11: Thunder, Bolt, and Lightning

By Tempo

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Bolt sighed, his interest fading. I don't know, Rhino...

Come on, there has to be *something* on the magic box you like. *Everyone* has a show.

Really?

Sure!

Even Mittens? The canine cocked an ear, incredulous.

He leaned and whispered, his tiny body puffed up with pride at his astuteness. She watches documentaries about lions when she thinks no one's paying attention.

Huh. I guess if Mittens does it...

Okay! Back to work. The hamster bounced his ball against the remote control, clicking through a shopping channel and a weather station. This is the supply requisitioning channel. And this is the interstellar radar channel!

Bolt squinted at the screen, watching as colors swirled past a map. Umm, Rhino, I think that's only the weather. For the Earth.

Well, sure, but it's viewed from space!

Mittens slunk around the corner of the sofa.

Bolt perked his ears at her, eager for a distraction. Hey, cat.

Her hackles shot up, as if she'd been caught, then she relaxed and purred with typical jaded regard. Hey yourself, pooch. What're you doing?

Rhino's training me in television use. The canine nodded back at the screen where the hamster was surfing in imitation of the current chewing gum commercial. He studied his own paws for a moment, wondering if he should be surfing too, before he glanced back to the cat. I don't think I understand yet.

Well, be careful. The last thing we need is another Rhino.

The hamster cackled from atop the couch, rolling with glee at some insurance commercial.

Mittens sighed, shaking her head. Anyway, gotta go.

Bolt perked his ears. Go? Where?

I've got a thing. She waved a paw, dismissing the topic. Don't worry about it.

The white dog watched her go, pondering just what she could be up to. Come to think of it, she'd been vanishing more often in the last few weeks. Maybe he could ask her sometime when Rhino wasn't--

"--nderboooooooooooooooooooolt!"

The channel changed again, cutting off the theme song.

Wait! What was that one?

What one? This? The screen flickered to a group of well-dressed people smiling too much at each other.

No. Further back. He gestured to the left with one paw. The one in black and white.

Rhino navigated the cable channels back until he found something monochromatic. Oh, that was just some old show. Thunderbolt, I think it's called.

Thunderbolt? Bolt weighed the name on his tongue. What's it about?

Typical Old West setup. The kid has a wonderdog who has to get him out of trouble. Decent show in its day, but by the standards of modern super-shows... Are you even listening to me?

Bolt stared, transfixed, at the screen, which didn't burst into flames and melt.

The hamster trundled across the couch. Bolt.

No response.

He bounced up to the arm of the sofa. Bolt!

Still no response.

Rhino bounced inside his ball, level with the dog's ear. Boooooooooooooooooolt!

The dog mumbled a non-response, barely acknowledging the hamster.

With a sign and a shake of his head, Rhino opened the side of his clear plastic ball. Hard to believe somebody can be so obsessed. It's just the magic box... The rodent scurried out and hopped onto Bolt's head, folding the dog's large ears down over his eyes. Earth to Bolt. Come in, Bolt...

Huh? Freed from the spell of the television, the white canine looked around, eyes still covered by his ears. What is it?

Rhino nodded in expert approval. I think we've found your show.

Bolt was inclined to agree. The show held a strange, almost hypnotic appeal, as if it had been written just for him. A typical mission involved the program's namesake German Shepherd rushing into danger with dauntless courage to save his person, as any good canine should. "Wholesome Tommy" seemed to never be of much help, but not all people could be as well trained as his. Granted, Penny got captured just as often, but at least she put up a fight. Thunderbolt, however, was amazing. Fearless and capable, the dog never even batted an eye when confronting a band of fiendish henchmen. What's more, he didn't have any superpowers at all, though bullets had a hard time hitting him, just like in real life.

After a heart-pounding two hours, the credits rolled once again. Bolt's tail wagged at the suspenseful ending, having learned to his great relief that "tune in next week" really just meant wait until after the commercials. Rhino had explained that this was something called a TV marathon. Isn't this show great, Rhino? How in the world is he going to get out of *that*?

The rodent lay sprawled out in his plastic ball. Over the last few hours, Rhino had gone from ecstatic, to just pleased, to bemused, to hungry, to a little bored, to really really bored. He sighed, flattening a little under the weight of waiting. Eh. It's okay.

Okay?! Bolt's ears shot up. How can you say that? He just out-wrestled a grizzly bear and rescued some orphans from his evil twin and now the local dam broke! Don't you want to see what happens next?

Ummm, sure. The hamster tried to perk up. But don't you think this show's a little... predictable? I mean, he's always dangling from a cliffside or chewing through a dynamite fuse or... Aww, not again. Rhino pressed his hairless paws to his ears. Really, I'm all for a retro commercial, but I can't stand to hear that song about, what was it? Ken-L Ration?

Kanine Krunchies. The white dog watched intently as the dancing dogs of the advertisement bounced by.

Yeah. That. The hamster sagged with weariness, then popped back up and stretched. Uuuugh! I can't watch any more." He rubbed his eyes and yawned. I'd better go to bed.

Okay. Bolt nodded, the television's light projecting shapes over his white fur.

He stared at his canine companion. You probably should too.

I will. Bolt nodded, a little absent. I just want to see how this ends.

The plump rodent pressed his paws together and bowed on a zen manner. It seems the student has truly become the master. Finally, he retreated to bed, murmuring his own theme music in a hamsterly way.

Bolt lay back down on the sofa, head on his paws as the monochrome illumination of the tv show played over his white fur like a movie screen. His eyelids felt heavy, falling closed more than once, but he had to stay awake. The marathon had paused after the lost episode starring Lil' Lightning for a behind-the-scenes documentary. Thunderbolt himself seemed very different when not "in character." Fascinating as it was to compare the Thunderbolt's off-screen to his own, he was having trouble remembering the end of the last episode. Mighty Thunderbolt had to rout the cattle rustlers and save Tommy's family farm... Or was it pull him from the burning stagecoach that had fallen in the river? And there was something about a hot-air balloon as well. Heehee. Wow, his mobile command trailer looks just like mine...

Bolt was in the middle of learning how they cast the junior deputy Dalmatian when he finally lost the battle with unconsciousness.

* * * * *

Dirt, still fresh from digging prospectors out of a mine collapse, clung to the two Shepherds' paws as they leapt to a boulder. The rescued prospectors looked up in grateful admiration, having been dragged from the collapsed mine just moments before. The pair of heroes nodded to each other, then barked in victory:

"Ruf-ruf-rrrrrrrrruff!"

"Ka-WOOF!"

Their heroic barks echoed across the untamed plain, bringing hope to the downtrodden and terror to the hearts of evildoers.

The townsfolk safe once more, the two Shepherds trotted down from the boulder. The dark pelt of the first gleamed under the Western sun, contrasted against the pristine white of the second hero. They walked across the dusty ground, stepping over electric cords and lamp bases. Color seeped back into the edges of the world as they walked off the set, first in the chocolate paws of the German Shepherd, then spreading out in jade ripples through the grass and groomed shrubs.

Thunderbolt gave the smaller dog a playful bump with his shoulder. Good job out there, partner. I liked the way you handled that collapsing water tower.

Bolt shrugged in modesty. It's easier when you've done it before.

Ah yes! Experience. He gave an over-the-top laugh, now fully in color. Glad to finally meet a canine of my caliber. Thunder puffed out his chest in a photogenic manner. The German Shepherd stood several inches taller than his white counterpart. Tell me, as one of the few dogs who can appreciate fully what I do here, how did you get into your own part on your show?

Bolt blinked, raising his ears. Umm, I thought it was all real.

Ah, a method actor. I see. I'm really more classically trained. Theatre, Broadway, all that. He lifted a paw, cupping the air in a dramatic way, then pressing it to his chest. But my heart has always been in television. There's something about it, being in homes around the world every week. Talk about face time! Television is inescapable!

Yeah. The white Shepherd nodded. I only escaped by accident.

Ha! I like your style, kid. He slapped him on the back. Come on, I want to show you my trailer.

The German Shepherd led the way off the set, the sun shining warmth over their pelts. A familiar-looking trailer glimmered a few yards off. As they approached the roped-off barrier before it, Bolt's ears shot up, then were blasted back by the wave of excited barks. They passed through throngs of panting fans, many of whom swooned at the dashing pair. Just where all these dogs had come from, or where their people were, he wasn't sure, but their excitement crackled through the atmosphere in yips and yaps. Their scents came in a rush, almost indiscernible, one from the next. One Brittany Spaniel bounced in place, close to hyperventilating. Ohmygosh! Would-- Would you pose for us? Please-please-pleeeeeeeease?

Stopping near his mobile command trailer, Thunderbolt threw his head back and laughed in an over-the-top way. Ha ha! Of course! He turned to the smaller Shepherd. One... Two... Three!

In one practiced motion, Thunderbolt tipped back, sitting on his haunches, back straight against Bolt's, smile gleaming. The smaller dog took a hint and followed suit, with perhaps a touch less confidence in his smile.

The crowd howled with delight.

The white canine looked to Thunderbolt with confusion, remembering to keep smiling. Why are they so excited about us?

Because we... The German Shepherd raised his ears in triumph. ...are heroes! He snuck the smaller dog a roguish smile amid the canine clamor. Isn't it great?

Uhh... Y-Yeah. Bolt shrunk down a little, overwhelmed by the attention of dozens of dogs cheering around him, cheering for him. As the burst of barking died down, he touched his paws together, uncomfortable in the limelight. Are we going to sit like this for long or...?

Of course, fellow ac-tor! The larger dog dropped back to all fours and called out to the crowd with infinite charm. That's all for today folks! Wonderdogs need their beauty sleep.

Scattered whines echoed from the crowd as it broke up, allowing the two Shepherds access to the silver trailer. As they ducked in the doggy door, Bolt looked around in amazement. Plush, plastic, and literary versions of Thunderbolt filled every inch of the trailer. Even a bicycle with his face adorning the handlebars.

The doggy door had not even finished clattering shut before Thunderbolt started grinning at a row of stuffed replicas of himself. A sweep of his paw drew the smaller dog's eyes in their direction. Let me introduce you to the guys.

Bolt examined the row of life-size plush duplicates. Decoys?

Well, sometimes when I need to unwind... His front leg wrapped amiably around the nearest one, Thunder seemed to realize something was classified and cut that idea off mid-transmission. Ahem! Nevermind. He pushed the plush canine back into line with the others.

With an eyebrow crooked in curiosity, Bolt looked around the trailer, which seemed to be twice as large as his own. Huh. I guess yours is bigger than mine.

Size isn't what counts. Thunderbolt winked and may have glanced between Bolt's hind legs.

Bolt blinked, certain he was imagining things. He wagged the worry off. What do we do now?

Tough question. I've never actually had someone in here who even approaches my stellar magnitude. Usually, they just end up basking in my glow. I'm told I have a glow. Again, Thunder posed.

The white canine watched for any sort of visible radiation coming from the brown and tan dog, but saw no such bioluminescence. Uh-huh...

Thunder brought his face a little closer to Bolt's. I'm also told it's easier to see in the dark. He gave a sly smirk.

Ummm...

Just messing with ya, pal. Thunderbolt licked the side of the white canine's face.

Bolt chuckled, nervous. Heh. Okay.

Ya know, Bolt, I've known for a while that one day a dog would come along as fantastic as me. He wrapped a front leg around one of the plush replicas of himself, giving it an adoring look. Well, perhaps not as fantastic as me, but close. Pretty close. Anyway...

The exuberant Wonderdog kept talking, though the white canine was having trouble extracting much meaningful information from his words. Then a thought struck the white canine, raising his ears in amusement. Even one-on-one, Thunder seemed to be performing. After a moment's thought, he realized that Thunder was only ever performing for an audience of one: himself.

Thunder had stopped droning on. Noticing the larger dog's head kept drifting closer and closer to his hindquarters, Bolt tried to stay relaxed. Other dogs had sniffed him on occasion, though he found the whole notion... weird, to say the least. But if his hero wanted a quick sniff at his-- Yipe! He gasped as Thunder nuzzled his white sheath, causing his balls to sway. Ahh... What are you doing?

The brown canine smiled back at him. Just giving you your reward for helping with those banditos.

Urrr, ummm... Well, it was nothing, really. The smaller dog swallowed, edging away, but not far enough to be out of reach. I mean, they weren't even real.

Thunder gave a little lick against the front of Bolt's sheath, touching just the tip of his peeking erection. Mmmm... Tastes real enough to me.

The white dog shuddered, his groin muscles tensing. He felt the tender pull of precum squirting. Ohhhh... Huh... I--

Little quick on the trigger, aren't ya? Thunder raised his head and then the American White Shepherd saw the result of his spurt. His hero's nosepad dripped with clear liquid, his nostrils flaring over a charming smile. You were saying?

Bolt felt his ears burn. Oh my gosh! I got it all over you! Without thinking, he cleaned the fluid from Thunder's nose with two quick laps. Then he realized what he'd just done. Ohmygosh! Sorry! I didn't mean to lick you, it just sort of happened.

That's okay, compadre. I started it. He gave the smaller canine a wolfish grin, his eyes fixed on a point below Bolt's tummy. And it looks like it's still going on.

Bolt closed his legs a little and smiled. Yeah, that sort of happens when I get excited.

As a fearless, one of a kind Wonderdog, I live for excitement. The brown canine nuzzled in at the red tip.

Bolt wiggled his hips at the attention, giggling in a giddy way. Thunderbolt, I...

Such formality! The German Shepherd gave a little howl of drama. Call me Thunder. More than that is just a mouthful. He pressed his lips over Bolt's tip and sheath, giving them a few soft suckles.

Uuhhhh-mmmm... I... don't... Heehee...

Hmmmmm? Though looking up, Thunder's lips stayed locked on the cock before him, the question buzzing through hot, tender flesh.

N-nothing. His big white ears flattened in acceptance, discombobulated by this turn of events and by the sight of his hero sucking at his growing erection. He felt himself slide out, unsheathing into the warm, wet confines of the tan Shepherd muzzle. A slight tingle in the base of his shaft spoke of the knot to come. His hips bucked, drizzling hot fluids into the already wet mouth, whimpering as the precum welled up at his tip for an instant before being licked away by an eager tongue.

After a few parting laps, the German Shepherd pulled off, a thin dribble of saliva and precum trailing from cock to lips. He smiled. So that's what a superdog tastes like.

I guess so. Bolt panted, I mean, I've never met any other ones on my missions. Certainly never tasted them.

Missions, eh? Are they anything like mine?

No--Yes-- The white dog swallowed. I had powers during mine.

Powers, huh? That's interesting. Maybe my writers should take a hint... Could help ratings. Thunder chuckled. After all, I can only do so much for this show. He rubbed his body along the white Shepherd's, sniffing everywhere. What were these powers?

He managed to speak, stumbling through the pleasure that fogged his mind like a smoke grenade. Su-superbark.

Oh? Tell me more about this superbark. Thunder's head made a quick detour under his white tummy again, the larger dog's wide pink tongue slipped into his tight sheath in a smooth, skillful maneuver.

Wet flesh slipped under the taut skin of his sheath, rubbing all over his erection. It's, uuuh... classifi--nnngh--fied. He looked down between his front legs, seeing the other dog nuzzle his way around his most private areas.

Oh what a shame. I suppose the firing range of this weapon is classified too, mmm? He tucked his muzzle up under the plumping sheath, several inches of red, ready-to-fire member hanging over his cool black nosepad. The short fur tickled up and down the underside of his tender cock, causing a critical buildup of arousal.

A soft shudder was Bolt's only reply. He felt his sheath swaying, heavy with arousal. His balls pulled up tight against him as Thunder's breath played across them. Bolt panted. His hips bucked. Excitement surged through his body, hurtling him toward the edge of a climax--

An instant away from getting his ears painted in cum, Thunder slid back, smiling down at his fellow wonderdog as he calmed down.

After a moment of panting, the white canine recovered enough to speak. Why-- Why do you ask?

Just comparing... notes. The larger dog gave a long lick down Bolt's exposed member, slipping behind him. Have any of your missions been like this?

The white canine watched him step around behind him. I really can't talk about it. I'm not sure you have clearance.

Really? Thunder's tan paws appeared on either side of Bolt. Looks to me like I clear you just fine. His head swooped down beside the smaller canine's, delivering a charming smile.

Y-yeah, I guess so. The white canine squirmed, looking up. Nervousness caused his erection to wilt somewhat. Umm, I... What are you doing on top of me?

Well, I *am* top dog in my field. Ha! Get it? Because I'm so amazing...

Heh, yeah, but I... Bolt shuddered as he felt the rush of hot breath over his ears. The weight of Thunder above him made him spread his legs, allowing the larger Shepherd to crouch a little lower on top of him. It was all strangely familiar and after a moment he decided it felt nice. Ohhhh...

A deep chuckle rumbled from Thunder's chest, shivering down Bolt's back. Upon reaching his hips, though, it turned to an eager nudge under his tail-- bare flesh sliding wet and hot against the soft skin of his anus.

He whimpered a little, lifting a paw in an instant's uncertainty before sidling back against it. A wet squirt of precum found his virgin hole, and then another. His ears dropped, hot. After swooning for a moment, he asked in quiet voice. Are you really planning to put it in *there*?

Oh come now, compadre... Thunder gave a breathy laugh. You mean to tell me you never covered this in your highly classified missions? He rubbed a little closer against Bolt's puckered opening.

Well, not exacty, but... Uhhhhhhh... The knowledge that it was another dog's, that it was Thunderbolt's, his fellow Wonderdog's, sent a dizzying rush of arousal through his body. Not only was rescuing people normal, but so too were the feelings he had, the games he played with his person. His anxiety evaporating like a lake hit with Heat Vision, Bolt hunched back a little more against the larger canine's member.

Above him, Thunder tucked his muzzle around the curve of the smaller dog's neck, soft lips pressed to the underside of Bolt's downturned ears. You like what I'm doing?

Bolt nodded, his heroic reserve abandoned in the pursuit of the pleasures tingling through him. He could feel the brown dog's erection catch against his tailhole, slip, then bump against his sac, leaving little trails of precum all the way. He wanted to look back, to see how much his hero's member looked like his own, but pleasure squeezed shut his eyes. He nuzzled against the strong, furred legs on either side of him, feeling safe and held close, feeling he was protected.

Thunder thrusted again, adjusting his aim so as to bump back up against Bolt's tender hole. The white canine gasped, the movement causing his own stiff penis to bob up, bouncing off his tummy. As the Wonderdog's tip pressed deeper, Bolt's mouth hung open in soundless awe at the strange sense of fullness. Huh... Wow... This must be how Penny feels when we...

Hmmm? Thunder slipped one leg, then the other over Bolt's shoulders, gaining more purchase for his thrusts. Who's this Penny character? A fan?

Bolt swallowed, trying to sort his tangled thoughts. Hah... Well, sort of...

Well, I can hardly blame you. He laughed, though perhaps a little more humbly than before, whimpers and pants cutting through the polished veneer of celebrity. The girls do love a star.

The smaller dog would have answered, but the thin shaft of canine heat entered still deeper into him, further and further. Thunder groaned. Bolt wiggled his paws against the tile, unsure if he could take any more. At long last, the stiff length buried itself fully inside him, radiating warmth through his whole body.

For a moment, neither spoke, adjusting to their newfound intimacy. Then, level with Bolt's cheek, the German Shepherd's smile glinted. You ready, partner?

Y-yeah... The white canine felt heat rush under his fur. His ears dropped under the weight of shyness. I ummm... haven't really been trained for this.

Not to worry. Thunder whispered in his soft ear. Professionals like us always do our own stunts. He gripped Bolt's flanks with his paws, thrusting in deep, steady strokes. The smaller dog whimpered as he stretched around the intruding canine member. After a few moments, Bolt grew accustomed to the shaft burying itself within him and found himself pushing back against it, trying with all his Superdog might to get it deeper. Together, they humped so hard the cabinets shook, the Thunderbolt collectible Bobbleheads bobbling.

Bolt watched, as if hit by a Hypno-Ray as the Thunderbolt collectible Bobblehead nodded again and again, in time with their thrusts, as if in approval. This... huh! This is awesome!

You like it, partner?

It's... incredible. I... I... Ooooh! Bolt ducked his head down as pleasure drove the words from his mind.

The German Shepherd said nothing, only sped up his thrusts, bouncing down onto Bolt's muscled frame with surprising force. He felt the bigger dog's penis bumping along strange new places inside him, stirring up pleasures he never could have imagined.

At long last and with a mighty thrust of his Wonderdog hips, Thunder slipped inside the tight ring of flesh, his knot swelling to fill the space. Bolt gasped as the unfamiliar sensation of *being* tied rushed through him. For a moment, all was still, save for the rapid expansion of the knot in his tailhole. Thunder shuddered in pleasure atop him, tugging his hips back with every pull of his knot. He wondered if this is how it felt to Penny, if she too could feel every jostle and shift of his knot inside her, if his knot gave her the same sense of fullness that he felt right now.

Thunder clenched down against his back.

Bolt's ears sprang up.

A warm rush of thick canine sperm blasted into him in a wet gush.

Bolt howled in delight as burst after burst of tail-quivering pleasure overtook him. His legs shot straight out, lifting the larger Shepherd off the floor for a trembling instant. The smaller canine gave a gasping yelp. Hot white fluid shot once against the floor below him, then again right onto his own chin and neck.

Together, they pushed and pulled against the tie as the feelings the feelings boil over, paws digging for purchase against the polished floor. As one, they woofed their passion to the world.

"Ka-WOOF!"

"Ruf-ruf-rrrraaarroooooOOOOOO!"

Several seconds passed with no sound in the trailer save their gasping for breath. When Bolt could again speak, he looked up at his hero with an admiring smile. Wh... wow! I never heard you do that bark on the show.

Thunder panted heavily atop him. That, my four-legged friend, is because it's highly classified. My very own Superbark, if you will. You should feel very privileged to hear it. He glanced down at the mess Bolt had made of himself. Copious canine cream! Thunder laughed, his chin dripping. That's a lot of semen!

Bolt blushed to the ears, panting. You really think so?

Absolutely! Why, the last time I saw a shootout like that, I was facing down the Black-Hatted Man and a gang of gunslingers.

Uhhh, thanks... I think.

Just then the dog door clattered shut, drawing their eyes to a Pembroke Welsh Corgi with his jaw nearly on the floor.

In a burst of melodrama, Thunder gave a colossal gasp. Lightning! You've discovered our gist!

The corgi sighed, his massive ears wilting. Tryst.

Whatever! He dismissed the correction with a shake of his head. What are you doing here?

Large ears shot straight up with a yelp of corgi outrage. What am I doing?! What are *you* doing?!

Relax, little buddy. Thunder smiled from atop the white Superdog. We're just combining our Super-Barks.

Thunderdolt... Looking over the knotted pair, the corgi flashed an evil grin, a grin that would not have been out of place on a cat. I've been waiting a long time for this moment. I've got you right where I want you!

In a flurry of tiny paws against linoleum, Lil' Lightning launched himself onto the over-stuffed seat built into the trailer, snatching one of the many plush Thunderbolts toys in his small jaws. The tube-shaped canine then leapt back to the floor, scampering back behind the real Thunderbolt, placing the toy behind him. With a mildly disturbed chuckle, the corgi bounced up onto the doll and pounced onto his co-star. Ah-ha! Gotcha!

Lightning, little buddy, what *are* you dooooooooo-hoo-hoo-hoo-ing? Thunder wiggled as the corgi penetrated his tender entrance, his every move translating to another tug of his knot or squish of his semen deep inside the white canine beneath him.

Bolt moaned as the corgi started humping away at his co-star, jostling the knot buried deep inside the white canine's rear. The smaller Shepherd whined and wiggled, trying to find an angle comfortable for his stretched rear end. When did he come back?

Above him, the Shepherd panted in joy at the corgi's thrusts. He-- UHGgf! --rescued some of those Dalmatians, so we-- Ooooooh! --let him back on the show today. Great publicity, those guys. TV audiences love puppies. Whew! Ha ha! Yeah... Almost as much as they love me.

* * * * *

Bolt awakened to the clatter of the dog door. Hints of morning light caressed the room, drawing it to life and color. Rolling to his feet, he felt the heavy sway of his member underneath him. A quick look down confirmed his sheath was still plumped up and that his red tip still peeked out. He blushed. Fast thinking allowed him to maneuver over to the arm of the sofa, propping his front paws up on it and hiding his arousal. He hoped. H-Hello, Mittens.

The black and white cat regarded Bolt with a tired, dreamy smile. Heya, pooch.

He reached back with a hind paw to hit the remote's power button, managing to retain his tasteful position. The television flickered to darkness, banishing the old samurai movie playing there. Late night? His voice broke a little on the last word as he realized his fur carried the musky scent of cum. His blush deepened.

The cat seemed not to notice this, or much of anything else. Perhaps she had gotten into some of that "catnip" stuff again. Huh? Yeah. Out on the prowl, ya know. Creature of the night and all that. She seemed a little preoccupied, her razor-edged wit dulled by something not unpleasant. That's what it seemed like anyway; she could have just been sleepy.

He cleared his throat, edging a little sideways to keep the arm of the sofa between her and his lingering erection. His tummy fur felt like something had dried on it too. He fought the urge to look down and instead met her green eyes. Mittens, have you ever had a weird dream?

What kinda weird are we talkin' about here? Weird like everything else is normal but your food is purple, or weird like you're all of the sudden a pinwheel and the wind keeps spinning you around?

Ummm, neither of those. The white canine blinked, refocusing. I'm just talking hypothetically. Let's say there's someone I like and I had this weird dream--

Hold up there, Krypto. Sitting, she held up both front paws.There's someone you like? Like like-like? Wow. And here I thought you were the dog of steel. Who is it? Is it the yellow lab from up the road? 'Cause if it is, I promise not to tell Rhino.

Bolt felt heat rise in his ears. As good a friend as she was, dreams and secret missions were kept on a strict need-to-know basis. And she did not need to know. He furrowed his brow, trying to remain stoic. It's not like that. This is just hypothetical.

Right, right. Of course. The feline waved a dismissive paw.

So if there *was* someone I liked, but I had a dream about somebody else... Bolt's large ears drooped. Is that bad?

Mittens looked at him with amusement. Well, I'd say this someone you *like* can't be too mad over something you dreamed. Liking somebody is about what you do and say and feel, not some dumb dream ya had.

Huh. He mulled this over for a moment, then turned to give Mittens an appraising look. You, uhh... You seem to know a lot about these things.

The feline stammered for a second before regaining her cool. Y-yeah, well, I've seen a few things in my time. But mushy, gushy love was never really my thing, ya know? I'm really more of a loner.

Hmmm. Bolt raised an eyebrow at this, but said nothing. Everyone was entitled to their own secret missions, after all.

After a distant moment, the feline snapped back to reality, aiming a clawless digit at him. Alright, pooch, are you going to spill the beans or--?

Sorry, cat. Smiling, he hopped off the sofa; his sheathed, if still plump, penis bobbing underneath him as he landed, and looked back over his shoulder. It's classified.

With an exasperated sigh, she flopped down into a pool of sunlight and began leisurely grooming herself. Fine. Crazy dog...

Feeling a soft smile creep to his lips, he trotted up the wooden stairs, careful of the places that creaked. Early morning was one of the times that called for stealth mode. He reached the top of the stairs and found Penny's door ajar. His tail swished. She left it open for me. Nudging the door open with his wide black nosepad, he padded inside.

Sunlight crept around the corners of the north-facing window, playing along the still-green fields of wheat in shivers and weaves. The computer interface had been turned away from the door a few weeks ago, for added security.

For a moment, he sat in quiet approval of his person. Her hair spilled in messy copper waves down her pillow. She also drooled a little when she slept, a talent Bolt envied-- despite Mittens' insistence, he'd never quiet gotten the hang of it. On his person, though, it was endearing. Her hand dangled over the side of the bed, exposed from beneath the covers. He gave it a soft lick.

With a moan, she pushed the hair from her face. "Hey, buddy." She smiled, bleary-eyed, down at him.

He whimpered and shied to one side, wagging up at her. Smiling, she lifted the covers. He dove in, wriggling up her body.

She squeezed him close. "Fell asleep downstairs, huh buddy?"

He gave a soft yap, nuzzled against the warmth of her hand.

"Well, that's okay. Thanks for coming up to be my little snuggledog." Voice still heavy with sleep, she buried her face against the smooth fur of his ears.

He squirmed with joy at the cuddles, nestling in against her. When his person didn't respond in kind, he looked up. She had the look-- eyes narrowed, sleep evaporating off her gaze as she stared at things he couldn't see yet. He waited. Penny's genius was like toast; it could not be rushed.

"You know, Bolty, I've got an idea..."

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See? I wasn't lying about continuing this series someday. :)

Editing by: Vendetta, Fennec, SillyNeko, & Mittens

Idea by: Brer and Alopex

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-Tempo