{"sf1_id":1771981,"sf2_id":"V1Y563D1","title":"Bolt's Favorite Cat","author":"Owletron","words":7050,"posted_at":"2021-10-07T22:06:00.000Z","tags":["Bolt","Canine","Cat","Cum","Cunnilingus","Dog","Feline","Female","Feral","Feral/feral","Humor","Interspecies","Knot","Licking","Love","M/F","Male","Messy","Mittens","Oral","Owletron","Rimming","Romance","Rough","Size Difference","Straight","Vaginal","belly rubs"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1771981-bolt-s-favorite-cat","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/V1Y563D1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/83/50/835040bf-c54c-40fa-b19f-fb294b5c1cfe","description":"Inspired by some wonderful art by Yurusa. Their art is included with permission.\nIt's been a year since Bolt rescued Penny from a burning building. Bolt and Mittens have cooled into their roles as pets, but their relationship has matured. Bolt is ready to profess his love to her.\nBeing interspecies mates isn't going to be straightforward.","content":"ONE\n\n* * *\n\n\"I've known for a long time now that Penny's my person. You helped me remember that when I was going to give up. But the thing is, I don't think about you like how I think about Penny. She's family. You and I are more complicated. I-In a good way.\"\n\nMittens blinked. She was patient, listening to Bolt ramble.\n\n\"We're like family, but we're not family, right?\" he said. There was a hint of nervous laughter in his tone. \"I mean, ever since last year, we've been there for each other. You make me happy in ways Penny can't. I think you gave me something I can't have with her, and I just really want to share that with you.\"\n\nHe held his breath.\n\nMittens held his gaze. \"I don't know, Bolt.\"\n\n\"You don't feel the same,\" Bolt sighed, ears falling.\n\n\"No, no, it's not that!\" Mittens soothed. Her paws pressed down on his. \"Okay. It's hard for me to admit this, but I am kind of falling for a big white shepherd. Head-over-heels. But I just don't know where it could go!\"\n\n\"It can go wherever we want it to go! Who's there to tell us what we can't do? Rhino?\" Bolt laughed.\n\nMittens returned his laugh. \"That walking comic relief can keep his trap shut.\"\n\n\"Then what? What's stopping us?\"\n\nMittens sighed. \"You're still young, Bolt. I worry that if we try something, I'm going to be denying you something better.\"\n\n\"No! No way,\" Bolt said. He kept his voice down for fear his barks would wake up the rest of the homestead. \"You're special to me. Even if I knew another dog for twice as long as I've known you, I'd know that you're special. Heck, if Penny is my person, that would make you my--\"\n\n\"Don't say it,\" Mittens complained. Her New York accent shined through, clear as day.\n\n\"It's true!\"\n\nTheir noses almost touched. They sniffed each other, savoring the smell.\n\n\"It doesn't matter if it's true, you ball of fur. It's too cheesy.\"\n\nBolt put a paw on her back and licked her cheek. He spoke into her ear.\n\n\"But I like cheese.\"\n\nMittens swatted him away. \"Yea, you and every dog in existence, buddy!\"\n\nThe cat and dog play-fought their way onto the floor. Bolt was on his back. Mittens sat on top of him, holding his arms down as though she rivaled Bolt's impressive strength.\n\n\"You win this time, Cat!\" he snarled.\n\n\"Don't act like you don't like it,\" she smirked.\n\nMittens bathed the dog's snout in kisses. He showed off his teeth but didn't resist. Eventually, Mittens paused, giving him a chance to launch a counteroffensive. Less experienced at the art of tongue-baths, Mittens made him stop. The two rested against each other, belly-to-belly and tail mingling with tail.\n\n\"I'll be your mate, but I'll need to teach you some things.\"\n\nBolt gave a nod. He buried his snout under her chin, sniffing her deeply.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Oh please, give me some room here,\" Mittens said. She pushed all four paws off of Bolt. One paw landed squarely on his sheath.\n\n\"Woah Bolt, did you steal Penny's lipstick or are you happy to see me?\"\n\n\"Didn't you say something about lines reeking of cheese?\" Bolt returned. He shimmied closer, licking her nose.\n\n\"I did, but you might impale me if you're not careful. I'm just saying.\"\n\n\"Maybe... you'd want to find out how careful I can be,\" Bolt said.\n\n\"Clever, very clever,\" Mittens admitted. \"But I don't think this is the time. Definitely not the place.\"\n\nBolt glanced around the dark living room. \"I think we could be quiet,\" he said.\n\n\"Maybe you could, but I couldn't! And that's not even considering the heat you're packing down there.\"\n\n\"The heat?\" he asked.\n\n\"The birds don't normally get together with the bees, Bolt. Especially not male... birds.\"\n\nHis tail wiggled. \"Well, I'd still want to try if you do.\"\n\n\"What I'm trying to say is that: That kinda thing needs a lot of privacy. It's just not going to happen somewhere like this. Trouble is, and I don't know if you've noticed, but your people don't exactly let you wander off the same way I do.\"\n\nHe stood up, turning away from Mittens. Bolt's lips curled in a sneaky smile. \"Yeah. I think I understand.\"\n\n\"Hey, I'm sure we can think of other ways to get friendly instead.\"\n\nHe climbed onto the couch and stared out the window. \"Finally, a new mission. It's been so long.\"\n\nShe got up after him. \"Bolt, wait! That wasn't-\n\n**\u0026nbsp;**\n\nTWO\n\n* * *\n\n\"Ahh! Almost!\" Bolt moaned. \"Just a little... bit... lower! Ah! Yes!\"\n\nBoth of Mittens' paws rubbed his belly. Her paws were deep in his white fur. His right leg kicked the air.\n\n\"You're adorable,\" Mittens said.\n\n\"You-you don't know what it's like. Penny always mm-misses that spot. Ffffuck!\" Bolt said.\n\nShe halted her scratching. \"Penny is going to hear you if you don't keep it down,\" she returned.\n\n\"Who cares if they hear us anyway? Why would Penny or her mom get between us?\"\n\n\"This again?\" Mittens complained. \"Who knows how'd they react? It's not natural.\"\n\n\"It's not normal; it's not natural,\" Bolt repeated. \"Who cares about that?\"\n\n\"I don't care, but my point is that they might.\"\n\nBolt still laid on his back. He swiped at the air, dismissing the notion. \"What would they even do?\"\n\n\"Well, they might finally go snip-snip down here,' Mittens said. Her paws tapped below his sheath, poking each testicle.\n\n\"They'd... cut off the fur on my sheath?\u0026nbsp; That's ridiculous, cat.\"\n\n\"No, no. I'm talking that they'd send you to the vet, take those plump little suckers, and when you wake up--\" Mittens waved her paws dramatically. \"Vanismo!\"\n\nBolt grimaced. \"That's...bah, that's even more ridiculous! That's ludicrous!\"\n\n\"I'm not yanking your chain here, Bolty. Same thing happened to this cat I knew, back before I met you. His sex drive was gone, loafed around all day. Sad stuff.\"\n\nBolt frowned, rolling onto his side to face Mittens. She wasn't smiling. \"Maybe they only do it with cats?\" he said.\n\n\"Maybe. You wanna be the one who finds out?\"\n\n\"Well...\"\n\n\"You really want to find out what life is like without your little boys below?\"\n\nBolt gave her the side-eye. \"You've made your point.\"\n\n\"Oh cheer up. There's more to being mates than sticking your dick in something.\"\n\n\"I know.\"\n\nMittens walked over, settling against his heated fur. Bolt's arms captured her, spooning her.\n\n\"Actually, what all is there to being mates?\" he asked.\n\nThe cat let her lungs deflate. \"Wish I could help you with that one.\"\n\nBolt continued. \"If we can't mate, how can we be... mates?\"\n\nMittens slapped Bolt's heavy paw off of her chest. \"Now hold on! I don't know much about romance, but I know there's more to it than sex.\"\n\n\"I didn't mean it like that!\" Bolt said.\n\n\"Then what did you mean?\"\n\n\"I mean, how can I still show I care about you?\"\n\n\"You're showing it right now, you dumb dog! You know how many canines would rather chase a cat's tail than try to get under it?\"\n\n\"Ha ha,\" Bolt mock-laughed.\n\n\"If you really want to show how much of a sweetheart you are--I don't know--you can listen to me complain about the birds around here. You can keep me warm at night. You can lick me clean in all those places I can't reach.\"\n\n\"Like here?\" Bolt said. He licked the back of her head with a long swipe. The breadth of his tongue ruffled up her glossy black fur.\n\nMittens tensed up. \"Eek, well maybe get the angle right next time.\"\n\nBolt smiled, amused. \"What about right here?\"\n\nHis tongue dragged across the curve of her neck, terminating at her cheek.\n\n\"Better,\" Mittens said.\n\nBolt spoke between licks. \"Hey, Mittens?\"\n\n\"What, Bolt?\"\n\n\"Is fore playing still on the table?\"\n\n\"It's one word.\"\n\nBolt stopped licking her head. \"What?\"\n\nMittens stretched her paw out. If she had claws, she would have gripped into Bolt's snout so he wouldn't pull too far away. But Bolt stayed eye-to-eye with the cat on the floor anyway.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"'Foreplay.' It's one word. And yes, it's an option,\" she said.\n\n\"From the limited intel I've gathered on this foreplaying--\"\n\n\"It's just.\" Mittens waved her free paw, stopping it abruptly. \"Foreplay.\"\n\nBolt continued. \"On this foreplay--that it acts as a preliminary event to the main objective, one that's enjoyable in and of itself.\"\n\nMittens rolled her eyes. \"You've hit the nail on the head.\"\n\n\"But I'm unsure what exactly it entails.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Oh jeez,\" Mittens sighed. \"Let's see. When dogs do it, there's a bunch of licking and sniffing involved, right? I'd be lying if I said I knew all they got up to. Cats are less comforting when they're in heat. You should see the toms out there! Terrible partners.\"\n\nBolt tilted his head.\n\n\"So maybe canines have a thing or two to teach us felines. What do you think?\" Mittens asked.\n\nHe smirked. \"I think there might be some licking involved.\"\n\nBolt's tongue swept back under her chin, pushing her head back. His head bent further, licking across her fluffy chest. After a few more licks, Mittens noticed the trajectory of his tongue.\n\n\"Wait, you wanna do this right here?\" Mittens said.\n\n\"Why not?\"\n\nMittens exhaled shakily through her nose. Bolt's tongue licked down her chest, feeling the smooth texture rubbing between her teats. \"Just as long as I can keep it together, I guess,\" she said.\n\n\"That felt good?\" Bolt asked.\n\n\"Yeah. Good. Please?\" Mittens agreed, clearing her throat.\n\nBolt chuckled, the moonlight flashing off his eyes. Mittens wrestled herself onto her narrow back, falling against a pile of linens. He put a large paw on either side of her and bowed his head, sending more licks grazing over her lower nipples. Her fur was thin there. His tongue easily washed over them, her skin radiating warmth.\n\nMittens shuddered, her small belly tensing. Her hind legs tried to kick at Bolt without her permission.\n\n\"Oh, Bolt,\" she muttered.\n\nStill he licked her. His sheath twitched, the tip of his pinkish cock pushing free. His tongue lowered further, long swipes going from just above her labia onto her expansive belly. Her small nipples were pushed flat against the force of his licks.\n\n\"Eat me out already,\" Mittens moaned.\n\nBolt stopped, wide-eyed. \"Eat you? Why would you suggest that?\"  \nMittens threw her head back, her legs splayed. \"Oh my god, dog. It means lick my cooch.\"\n\nHe blinked, looking down sheepishly. \"Sorry.\"\n\n\"I forgive you. Now, can you--oh my God. That's the...\"\n\nHer paws grabbed his snout. Her eyes closed tight. Bolt's licks made her quiver, tickling her on such a strange, unfamiliar level. His tongue conformed to the shape of her vulva, spreading it, creating a tiny ripple in her flesh as he pressed down. The heat encompassed her. It was warmer than the linens on her back, warmer than a sunny day on her black fur.\n\nBolt lapped at her pussy, drinking in her scent. Ceaselessly, his tongue rolled over her thin fur, creasing into her inner folds, over her clit. She mewled loud, shifting often, but Bolt continued his assault. Each passing minute coated his tongue in rich, feline arousal. It leaked out like the saliva that soaked her entire crotch: sloppy, wet, frictionless.\n\n\"Hha! Bolt, don't stop, I'm--\"\n\n\"Mittens?!\" Penny's mom called out.\n\nMittens' eyes opened wide. \"Bolt stop!\" she ordered, whispering.\n\n\"Shit, shit,\" Bolt muttered back.\n\nMittens rolled away, standing upright. Bolt crouched down, hiding his erection. His hot length pressed against the cold tile of the laundry floor.\n\nPenny's mom opened the door, dressed in her nightgown and her eyes half closed.\n\n\"There you are, you little stinker,\" she muttered. \"What're you crying about?\"\n\nMittens walked beside her, looking up. \"Oh you wouldn't believe it. I woke up and just had this stomach-ache. I threw up behind the washer. Better now, but god I'm hungry! You got any of that tuna left?\"\n\nThe mom blinked a few times. The meowing cat had placed herself in front of a food bowl. \"Oh, Penny. How'd she forget to feed you? Wait, didn't she? ...Oh, what the hell.\"\n\nHuman hands opened up another can of food, throwing some into the cat dish. As slowly as she came, Penny's mom left, going back upstairs. The lights all turned off.\n\nBolt stood up. \"That was almost catastrophic.\"\n\nMittens walked away from the food, sliding her body against Bolt's legs. \"Easy with the cat puns, big guy.\"\n\n\"I'm serious!\" Bolt said.\n\n\"Oh relax. It wasn't all that bad.\"\n\nBolt craned his head, sniffing under her tail as she passed around him. \"You liked it?\" he asked.\n\n\"You might've been on to something. Maybe we shouldn't take sex off the table yet.\"\n\n\"Really?\" Bolt said with a twinge of disbelief.\n\nHer tail was still hiked, she let Bolt keep sniffing her as she turned around. She got her head under his legs. Her nose hovered over his dick, inspecting the fluffy white package behind it.\n\n\"Let's plan our mission, superdog.\"\n\n**\u0026nbsp;**\n\nTHREE\n\n* * *\n\nSummer days passed slower than Bolt was used to. When he had some time alone with Mittens, they'd discuss plans, divulge their fantasies. They grew comfortable describing all the naughty details, though still in hushed voices. Penny, her mom, or Rhino were always right around the corner.\u0026nbsp;\n\nBolt's sheath might bulge during their conversations. She'd tease him, but she wasn't afraid to appreciate the view. He didn't have a hair out of place, plump testicles hugging his belly, swollen from repeated excitement and an utter lack of relief.\n\n\"Where are you off to?\" Penny's mom said.\n\nBolt had been napping on the couch. One of his ears perked up.\n\n\"I'm going to take Bolt to the park for a while. Is that okay?\" Penny asked.\n\nBolt heard two words: \"Bolt\" and \"park.\" He leapt off the couch, quickly locating Mittens. She bathed in the sun, not far from him.\n\n\"Mittens!\" Bolt said, speaking hushed.\n\nThe cat turned onto her other side, away from him. \"Mmr, what?\"  \n\"She said 'park!'\"\n\n\"Oh. Oh crap, I am not awake enough for this.\"\n\nBolt nuzzled under her, pushing her up. \"Mittens, don't kid around!\"\n\n\"I'm not!\" she said. She shook herself. \"Okay!\"\n\nMittens ran ahead, passing through into the kitchen by Penny's mom. She meowed at the door.\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe mom rolled her eyes. \"You were just out!\"\u0026nbsp;\n\nMittens paused. \"Mrrrroow?\"\n\nShe opened the sliding door for the cat anyway.\n\n\"Let's go Bolt!\" Penny called.\n\nBolt and Penny walked through the front door, Penny electing not to grab the leash. She opened the back door to her hatchback. It was a small, worn-out transporter. The red paint hid the worst of the rust eating away at the underside. Bolt hopped in, and Penny got in the front. She placed a big bag beside her.\n\nBolt whimpered. He pawed at the window.  \n\"What, already?\" Penny said. She rolled the window down most of the way, and Bolt stuck his head out.\n\n\"Mittens!\" Bolt whispered.\n\n\"What? I'm here.\" Mittens crouched near the transport's rear wheel, out of Penny's line of sight.\n\n\"Well hurry; we're going to pull out any second now.\"  \n\"Pull out of who?\"  \nBolt frowned, blushing. \"The driveway. Come on!\"  \n\"Yeah, yeah. Distract the girl,\" Mittens said.\n\nBolt whipped around, spying his person. Penny was fumbling around with her electronic device, noises cutting in and out on the radio. She looked back at Bolt.\n\n\"Ready, boy?\" Penny asked. He yipped, leaning over the center of the cabin and trying to lick her face.\n\nPenny put the car into drive, taking her foot off the break. The car started rolling. \"Oh stop it, Bolt! I get it!\"\n\nBolt felt his weight shift. He yapped at Penny. \"I don't think you do!\"\n\nHe tried to lick under her chin, but Penny pushed back. \"Slobber!\" she complained. The car kept moving.\n\nCome on, Bolt thought, what am I supposed to do?\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe persisted, distracting Penny as best as he could. Penny stopped laughing, getting more annoyed with each lick. Once the vehicle rolled to the end of the driveway, he admitted defeat. He sat back, looking longingly at the open window. All of the sudden, a flash of black fur flew inside. The fur landed on four feet, wobbling and breathing hard.\n\n\"Bolt?\" Penny called. She looked back.\n\nBolt was laying down on the seats. He looked over, inquisitive. Penny shrugged and kept driving.\n\nMittens shuffled underneath him. Her body was squished under his belly and sheath. She crawled out from under him. Breathing in the fresh air, she slinked down to the cabin floor, hiding under an empty seat.\n\n\"Impressive jump,\" Bolt said.\n\n\"You need to let me bathe you more,\" Mittens whispered back.\n\nBolt smirked, sitting up. He stared out through the front of the transport, scanning for danger.\u0026nbsp; The landscape barely seemed to budge. Row after row of tall, stalky plants blew in the wind, tassels just starting to bud out. Their presence seemed rife with conspiracy, like mysterious creatures waiting for their chance to strike...\n\nBut the corn ended. Rolling hills formed, speckled with trees and covered in short grass. In front of them: a small lot, entirely vacant, a few signs with human writing on them. Penny parked under the shade of a tree, and the hum of the engine subsided.\n\nBolt heard the doors unlock. As Penny shuffled through her stuff, Bolt knew what he needed to do. He'd seen people open these doors before--them and their precious thumbs--but he had to try. His paw slipped under the lever, pulling on it. He slipped, claws scratching along the shiny metal. Bolt grunted, trying again.\n\n\"Just a second, Bolt!\" Penny said. She opened her own door, stepping out with her bag.\n\nOnce Penny closed the door again, Mittens spoke. \"Come on, how hard could it be?\"\n\n\"I,\" he grunted, \"underestimated this technology.\" He scratched uselessly at the handle. \"Crap, Penny's coming around! We'll do Plan 3B!\"\n\n\"Which is that one again?\"\n\n\"Hide, Mittens!\"\n\n\"Alright,\" Mittens muttered, going back under the seat.\n\nPenny opened the door. Bolt shot out from the car. He whipped around, chomping down on the handles of the bag in Penny's hands. He fought against her grip on it, but not hard enough to where he knew he could yank it free.\n\n\"Drop it, Bolt. What's gotten into you? Drop it!\" Penny insisted.\n\nBolt dragged her a few feet, turning her from the door. He watched as Mittens slinked out, hiding under the transporter's wheels. Finally, Bolt released the bag, sending Penny stumbling back a few steps.\n\nPenny crouched down, getting eye level with her dog. She held each side of his face and talked with a stern tone. \"Huh? What's gotten into you? What was all that about?\"\n\nHe looked away, sensing she was upset with him. After a few gentle pats on his forehead, he looked back at her. The slender girl with auburn hair didn't seem so disappointed anymore. Her expression turned to one of recollection, craftiness.\n\nShe dug into her bag, feeling around. She found it near the bottom, tucked under her lunch. Bolt's eyes went wide at the sight of it. He followed her closely as they went into the park. Penny raised the ball behind her head and threw it.\n\n\"Fetch, boy!\"\n\n**\u0026nbsp;**\n\nFOUR\n\n* * *\n\nBolt's heart rate had finally slowed down to a base level. He sighed, shifting beside Penny in the grass. The tennis ball laid a few feet from them, near the base of a shady tree. Penny napped on a thin blanket, her lunch consumed and her body tired after Bolt successfully managed to tire her out. Bolt's eyes were drifting closed too until he caught a whiff of Mittens in his nostrils.\n\nHe raised his head. Mittens was motionless, looking at him. Then she gestured her head behind her. Glancing at Penny, Bolt stood up. He surveyed the land for branches that might crack, and he walked over to Mittens. Mittens turned around and followed him away from the girl.\n\nThey kept walking down the grassy slope. The tree that Penny slept under became small. They darted across a wooden footbridge, glancing around for any other humans.\n\n\"I feel bad, Mittens,\" Bolt said.\n\n\"What about?\"\n\n\"Penny. She's going to wake up before I get back. I know it.\"\n\nThey kept walking, towards a small, out-of-the-way corner of the park. They sat down under the shade of a different tree. Bolt couldn't even see Penny's tree anymore.\n\n\"Maybe we can find another way out of the house next time,\" Mittens said.\n\nBolt crouched down, facing Mittens. \"So you don't have to go jumping through car windows again?\"\n\n\"Please, I missed the rush of jumping onto moving vehicles! Who would have thought that--\" Mittens said, pausing. \"She'll be safe this time. Nothing's going to catch on fire. You don't have to worry about her.\"\n\n\"I know I don't,\" Bolt said, tossing his head back. \"I'm not worried that I won't find her. But I told myself that I would protect her. How can I do that and still run out on her like this? God! Why did I think this would be easy?\n\nBolt turned around and plopped down flat, bringing his chin to grass. He scoped his ears, trying to catch Penny on his long-distance radar. He couldn't hear her. He could barely smell her.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\"Bolt, I'm not in the business of trying to get between a girl and her dog,\" Mittens said, walking in front of Bolt. \"But I will tell you that we already did it. You incessant planning actually worked. Can we at least try and enjoy it?\"\u0026nbsp;\n\nBolt's lips curled up. Mittens tilted her head, her eyes bright. \"Huh? What's that? Is Bolt smiling at a time like this? That'll be the day.\"\n\n\"Oh cut it out,\" Bolt laughed, raising his head.\n\n\"How will I ever find someone to mate me six ways to Sunday if this dog can't stop himself from laughing?\"\n\nThe dog blinked a few times. \"We were going to have sex.\"\n\nMittens' mouth hung open. \"This was your idea!\" she said.\n\n\"I know, I know! I got caught up in everything.\"\n\n\"You don't want to do it?\" Mittens asked, swaying on her front paws and looking at the grass.\n\n\"Are you kidding? I just don't know where to begin,\" Bolt said.\n\n\"You really have forgotten everything, huh?\" Mittens guessed.\n\nBolt's snout went red. \"What? No! No, I don't mean foreplay. I mean: How do you even set the mood? It's not like I can just roll you over and start eating you out.\"\n\nMittens smirked, standing up, and started to move around him. \"Well, of course. And it's not like I could just walk over and start licking your sheath unannounced.\"\n\n\"Exactly,\" Bolt agreed, but he had a sneaking suspicion that Mittens was up to something. When he turned his head to look at her, Bolt felt her tongue slide over his sheath, sending shivers through his back. \"Hey wait!\" Bolt said, indignant.\n\n\"What?\" Mittens said. \"I announced it.\"\n\n\"We can't just start like that!\"\n\n\"I'll give you a hint, Bolty,\" she started. The cat rubbed his balls, felt the weight of his sack. \"Real sex is isn't perfect. No one's very good at it at first. Whatever Rhino relayed to you from the magic box in the living room: That's just another fantasy.\"\n\nMittens wasn't having much luck getting his penis to make an appearance.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I hope it's not that bad,\" Bolt admitted.\n\n\"Oh, don't you worry. I'll be your guide.\"\n\n\"Mmm. Well that's good.\"\n\n\"Just relax for a second, will ya?\"\n\nBolt squirmed, feeling his belly flex. \"I'm relaxed.\"\n\n\"Then keep relaxing. Close your eyes if you have to.\"\n\nBolt's brow furrowed. He panned his gaze around, listening and smelling for any onlookers. Mittens' small paws still sent energy up from his sheath. He closed his eyes tight and breathed out.\n\n**\u0026nbsp;**\n\nIt was dark.\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe felt the cool grass on his side, prickly against his fur. He smelled the cat's fur not far from his nose. And he felt her paws rubbing against his fluffy sack. She kneaded his balls gently, without any real pressure. A shaky breath went through him. He felt his blood swell in his groin.\n\n\"There we are,\" Mittens murmured.\n\nHer paws navigated forward. She wrapped around the protruding base of him, getting her nose down to his flesh. Her tail was raised. Bolt could only tell because her arousal filled his nose. She smelled like she did those few days ago in the laundry room, her pussy glistening, releasing all manner of wonderful scents.\n\nBolt opened his eyes. He pushed off the grass, squirming closer to her butt. Mittens stopped licking him.\n\n\"What, Bolt?\" she said\n\n\"That smell,\" Bolt explained. He got his lower paw against the far side of her butt, the other paw sandwiching her, and he tried to lift her up.\n\nShe squirmed out. \"What are you doing?!\"\n\n\"I'm trying to lick you too!\" Bolt rapidly explained.\n\n\"What? How?\"\n\nBolt looked away. \"I thought I could lift you on top of me.\"\n\n\"You gotta tell me if you want to move,\" Mittens criticized.\n\n\"Please Mittens?\" Bolt said. \"You smell amazing.\"\n\n\"Oh,\" she winked. \"I didn't say 'no.'\"\n\nMittens climbed onto Bolt. Her legs wobbled, paws landing at all the wrong angles in his fur. She laughed and apologized, till finally she managed to straddle him backwards. Her back paws sat on his chest, her tail raised high. Bolt strained his neck to sniff her crotch, putting his paws on her again. He managed to pull her down. Bolt's cool nose pressed against her pussy lips. He inhaled.\n\n\"Uh, Bolt? Maybe you want to lick me like you said?\" Mittens urged.\n\n\"Sorry... it's just that... you smell,\" the dog said slowly. His nose did it's best to wedge itself between her labia. Mittens watched his dick stand tall. She idly stuck her front paw towards it, unable to reach him.\n\nShe froze when he stopped sniffing. His tongue ran over her pussy from bottom to top, pausing to sniff her butt too. But he returned to her vagina, swiping away with languid licks. Mittens stretched her body out, her front paws splayed out and her hindquarters pushing back. Her tail wagged just once. \"That's more like it,\" she purred.\n\nBolt curled his tongue, trying to dig in deeper and getting nowhere. Her narrow vent would squeeze tight, dripping succulent juices over his tongue and assaulting his nose with her pleasure. But with each pass, he felt her pussy get more inflamed, more ready. He pressed her down onto his tongue, his nose nestled right under her tail. He had a devious thought.\n\n\"Mitts?\" Bolt asked.\n\n\"What, Bolt?\" she said. Her body swayed, her mind reeling.\n\n\"Can I lick your butt, too?\"\n\n\"You want to lick my ass? I mean, wait--is that something dogs do?\"\n\n\"I don't know,\" Bolt said. He tried to look away, but Mittens' backside still took up his whole view. \"Probably.\"\n\n\"Well, I guess we could try that,\" Mittens said.\n\n\"Oh thank god,\" Bolt exhaled.\n\nHis tongue lapped at her asshole in a hurry. Mittens' eyes went wide open, tail bristled. Gradually, she relaxed, less overwhelmed. She went from calm to muttering her own enjoyment in less than a minute. Her tail flagged all the way up. She angled herself, trying to get the best angle.\u0026nbsp;\n\nHer pussy drooled onto his chin, neglected. She pondered if it'd be gross to have him lick both places the sun-don't-shine at once. His broad tongue was certainly capable enough...\u0026nbsp;\n\nMittens gave him some instructions, interjected by her own loud mutters and moans. Bolt's tongue moved fast, sliding over her sopping cunt and right over her anus. It all became too much. Her energy built up past breaking. The cat shuddered, moaning deeply, cumming against his tongue. Her whole body shook, pussy and ass tensing repeatedly, and filling Bolt's senses. Bolt muttered something, muffled under her white fur, not stopping his licks to comment properly.\u0026nbsp;\n\nMittens caught her breath. She managed to tell Bolt to stick to her asshole for a while, let her pussy recover. She crossed her front legs, put her head down, and relaxed. All the while, she eyed Bolt's erection. It was hard to miss. She watched his knot's lobes grow in front of her eyes. His tip leaked profusely, precum spurting out then dripping down.\n\nIt was tempting for her to have him drink in her pussy like water again, but she lifted herself off of his tongue. He tried to follow her up, but soon realized that she wanted something. She turned around to face him, still on his belly. She was flushed; Bolt was panting. Her tail didn't want to bend back down, not used to being raised for extended periods.\n\n\"Are you ready to mate, Bolt? Well, I know you look ready. But are you ready? It's, uh, it's okay if you're not ready.\" Mittens looked redder each sentence.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I think I'm good to go,\" Bolt said. \"Are... you ready?\"\n\n\"I didn't realize how big you'd be,\" she said. She scooted closer. Her nose touched his dick. She put her paws on his knot, unable to loop them all the way around. \"I mean, just look at the size of this thing.\"\n\nMittens' tail drooped over his face. \"Well...\" Bolt trailed.\n\n\"But I'm good! What could go wrong?\"\n\nBolt recalled their conversations about what they'd do to each other. Once Bolt learned of his special geometry, there wasn't any shortage of dirty conversations about how he'd knot her just like a canine, keep his seed buried.\n\n\"Mittens, we don't have to tie if you don't want to.\"\n\nMittens sighed with relief. \"Oh, phew. Wait! Really? You're sure you can stop yourself?\"\n\n\"I promise. I would never want to hurt you.\"\n\nMittens turned around to face him, getting off of his chest. \"Okay,\" she nodded. She paused to think for a second, her head swaying side to side. \"Well, I wouldn't mind if it hurt a little.\"\n\nThe canine blinked a couple times. \"Well, of course. We discussed that.\"\n\nMittens knelt down, sniffing a flower. She bit the flower and spit it out, calming her nerves, looking up at Bolt. \"So you also remember how you were going to mount me, right?\"\n\nBolt stood up. He released a shake through his tail. His cock dripped with pre. \"I could never forget that part.\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nMittens shook, kind of giggling. She turned around. She kept her eyes steady, looking back at the dog's approach. Their eyes met. Her heart raced. Bolt kept walking up, soon standing over Mittens. His dick rubbed against her back. He knelt down, getting his head down to hers.\n\n\"Are you good?\" he soothed.\n\nMittens took in a controlled breath. \"I'm fine.\"\n\n\"I can't believe I get to do this with you,\" he said, nuzzling the side of her head.\n\nMittens wondered how he read her mind. She couched on her front paws and raised her back end up. Bolt's dick sat against her back, making her tail flag out of reflex.\n\nBolt had to back up. He looped one paw just in front of her thighs, crouched on his hind legs slightly, and got himself lined up.\n\nMittens almost gasped when she felt the hot tip of his cock pressing against her crotch. He wasn't on the mark, off to one side.\n\nAfter a few more gentle prods, Bolt laughed and broke the tension. \"You were right,\" he said.\n\nMittens chuckled. \"I'll get you on target.\"\n\nThe dog loosened his grip. She strained and shuffled to the side, then up. For a second, she felt his tip prod between her labia. She adjusted back. \"Right there.\"\n\n\"Are you sure?\" Bolt said. A breath got caught in his mouth. He felt her heat sliding against his cocktip. His paw reflexively gripped around her lower belly. He felt his tip start to rub further in, only a centimeter at most, and he let the breath out.\n\n\"Oh, that's--\" Mittens started saying. She cried out.\n\nBolt bucked his hips in. He grunted, his cock forcefully dividing her vaginal walls. He struggled to go in a smooth motion, in a straight line. Half his cock sat buried in the cat.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Not so fast!\" Mittens cried.\n\n\"I know!\" Bolt said, catching his breath. \"I didn't mean to.\"\n\nHer vulva had bulged out; her lips were split apart. Bolt felt her body tense against his invading member. A dog was never meant to be here. It didn't matter.\n\n\"Okay, okay. Keep going, Bolt.\"\n\n\"Are you sure?\"\n\n\"Fuck me, Bolt!\"\n\nBolt moaned out, feeling his dick squeezed. \"Y-yeah!!\"\n\nHe inched his back paws up to hers. He, very carefully, kept cramming himself in. The motion came to him easier this time, but he had to press harder to get inside. Mittens moaned hard. His knot sat pressed against her pussy. She felt like fire, his tip tingling, buried deep in the heat. Slobber and excitement gushed out from her, dripping down her legs. Pre pulsed onto her walls.\n\nBefore he could catch his breath, Mittens shifted. She rocked her hips forward an inch, then back down along his cock. Bolt tried to copy the motion, following the instinctual path of his first real thrust. He grinded hard against the top of her passage. He had to consciously angle himself lower.\n\nMittens had to breathe and stopped trying to move. Bolt's thrusts jostled her hips, taking weight off her hind legs. He moved fast, no holds barred. He mated her like he dreamed of doing. She could barely keep up.\n\nThe white german shepherd panted hard. He couldn't see straight. Bolt could only feel the grip of the cat on his cock. Mittens screamed his name, encouraging him from two trembling front paws. Her tail wrapped around his back. Her pussy seemed to purr, rippling against his flesh. He could barely smell her anymore; she smelled like him now. Fur was to fur, their bodies linked in a way that was more than the sum of their parts,\n\n\"Jus' like that. Fucking shit!\" Mittens said.\n\nBolt kept his hips moving, always moving. \"You-you feel incredible!\"\n\nThe nearest resident park birds flew off, disturbed by all the noise. Bolt looked up, distracted. His dick slipped out of Mittens.\n\n\"Shit,\" Bolt said.\n\n\"It's... okay,\" Mittens breathed.\n\nBolt held her backside still. He knew what it felt like to have their hips meet, to have his knot rub against her vulva. He had a better guess at the positioning this time.\n\n\"Just a bit,\" Mittens began. \"Hhhha!\"\n\nHe waited a second, his tie pressed to her pussy. He lowered his head almost on top of hers, jerking his hips a little.\n\n\"You sound super sexy,\" Bolt said into her ear.\n\nMittens moaned and laughed at the same time--a shuddering, delighted sound. \"Harder, big guy.\"\n\n\"H--?\" Bolt started to ask, grunting. Her walls clenched him, stopping him in his tracks. \"I'm going to cum if I go any harder.\"\n\nMittens moaned. \"It's your first time. I'm surprised you lasted this long.\"\n\nBolt's tail wagged. He almost came right there. But he nodded, used his paw to squeeze her hips to his, and started picking up the pace.\n\nHis dick felt harder. Despite her size, she seemed to wrap around him just right. It made him smile to think that it probably wouldn't be the last time he got to feel her like this. It made him moan to think that she might even take his load.\n\nIn seconds, he was back to pounding into the receptive feline. She could barely hold her butt up for the continuous thrusts. But Bolt kept her steady. He made sure she got all that she could want, got to feel her labia try to take in his swollen knot when he squeezed it against her. Her whole body tensed when he did. She pushed herself back, against all of his force.\n\nMittens' voice was more coarse than usual. She was incomprehensible, loud, exhausted. His knot squished against her clit on the peak of his hard thrusts, energy rolling through her. In her lustful haze, she imagined what it'd be like to have his knot swell inside her, rather than pound her into submission. Maybe next time. For now, she'd take the nervous energy of a dog four times her size trying to show her the time of her life. She anticipated him spilling inside, soaking her beyond recognition.\n\nBolt verged on desperate. His knot swelled fully. His whole dick twitched hard, pulsing with pre. The sound of their bodies slamming together rivaled his own growls. He dropped her waist and got better leverage off the ground, bucking up hard enough to keep her back end propped up. Her pussy started to wrap around his knot. Mittens screamed out in name.\n\nBut he opened his eyes, remembering what they said. He closed them again.\n\nHe didn't thrust as hard as he could. He verged on the tie, the weight of her butt pressing her down on his cock, her pussy a rippling, soaked mess around him. She struggled to stay still, to get as close to his knot as she could without taking it, till suddenly he stalled. He rubbed his knot on her walls, pulled tight, wiggling his hips in tiny thrusts. Then she felt it.\n\nHis warmth shot inside. It slid around her cunt, beginning to drool out. It dripped into the grass. It ran down her legs. But its warmth seemed to keep spreading, first from her pussy, then through her whole body. It took a minute to calm her tired heart.\n\n\"Are you okay?\" Bolt asked her.  \n\"I'm great,\" she sighed.\n\n\"...Sorry for almost tying you.\"\n\n\"It's--you know, near the end there, I was kinda hoping you would.\"\n\n\"Really?\" Bolt asked. \"Wait, maybe we could still--\"\n\n\"Next time, Bolt,\" she kept breathing.\n\nHe stopped pressing against the hypersensitive feline. He breathed, standing still.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Yeah,\" he said, nodding sarcastically. \"Next time. My dick isn't even out yet, and Mittens is already talking about next time.\"\n\n\"Don't act like you didn't enjoy it,\" Mittens said.\n\nBolt felt his dick start to shrink. It would have been trivial to pull free, to let all his cum gush out. He chose to keep it where it was. Stray spurts still found their way up from his dampened balls, emptying into his mate.\n\n\"I loved it,\" Bolt said.\n\n\"Ha,\" Mittens said, claiming that small victory. She moved back a bit, pushing globs of his cum further in.\n\nBolt paused. His ears angled back. \"Do you hear that?\"\n\n\"No, what?\" Mittens said.\n\nHis eyes opened wide. \"Penny's calling for me!\"\n\nBolt pulled out of Mittens in a hurry. His dick drooped down, cum splattering predictably. He found a good spot on the ground and started cleaning himself. His tongue collected cum and whatever else from his sticky length and swallowed it down. He licked below his balls clean, the lobes of his knot still swollen. The taste didn't bother him. Most of it tasted like her.\n\nMittens rolled onto her side, raising a leg and inspecting the damage. It seemed minimal. With her butt closer to the ground, the cream started to pool in the grass, seeping from her painted walls.\n\n**\u0026nbsp;**\n\n![o0QTLb4LzeTEE5Uaom-4H1OFSJARoSCkEp2IjDjU](https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/o0QTLb4LzeTEE5Uaom-4H1OFSJARoSCkEp2IjDjUQSMHvrk6QNIAt7RPGJnpQ_Kr0yPa6DnP8Ea-MxzfF8AcBneBsFbjfmRPVwuLf09rhonToQC5udjRZGWJHwTDyEZRv9G5Hkjj=s0)\n\nCredit: [Yurusa](https://www.furaffinity.net/view/42753429/)\n\nShe smiled. \"Maybe you want to get me clean too?\"\n\nBolt paused. \"Okay, just a second. We don't have much time.\"\n\nFIVE\n\n* * *\n\nPenny gasped. \"Bolt! Thank god! Wait, Mittens?!\"\n\nThe cat and dog walked from the tree line over to Penny's vehicle. Penny had had an electronic device in her hand, talking into it.\n\n\"What? Mittens meowed, \"I came with you guys, don't you remember?\"\n\n\"Don't gaslight her,\" Bolt grunted.\n\nThe girl paused, listening to the device. \"Yeah. Yeah! False alarm! Yeah... I know. Okay. I'll be home soon... Bye.\"\n\nPenny turned off the device and put it in her purse. She took out her keys. \"How do cats work?\"\n\nShe unlocked the doors to her transporter. Bolt and Mittens jumped in the back seat. Penny looked back from the driver's seat. \"Are you magic? How didn't I realize?!\"\n\nBolt looked at Mittens. \"I think she's talking to you.\"\n\nMittens shrugged, laying down. \"Eh.\"\n\nA week later.\n\n* * *\n\nPenny followed her mother out the front door. It closed with a resounding thud, then a click of the lock.\n\n\"The house to ourselves!\" Rhino chuckled. \"Just us dudes. What are we going to watch?\"\n\nThe hamster turned around, pressing the remote's buttons, no bigger than his paws. The TV lit up.\n\n\"Actually... me and Mittens have a prior engagement,\" Bolt said. \"So long as I can get out of the house.\"  \n\"What is up with you two, lately?\" Rhino grumbled.\n\n\"I'll tell you about it later.\"\n\nGears turned in his tiny rodent brain. He gasped. \"Wait... I've seen this trope. The secrecy. The darting eyes. Forbidden love! How did I miss it? Oohhh, I have so many QUESTIONS!\"\n\n\"When I get back!\" Bolt said. He walked out of the room.  \n\"But how can you leave? They locked the door!\"\n\nThe canine ignored the taller front door and walked over to the back door. Mittens stared back at him on the other side of the glass.\n\nBolt nudged a chair over, squeaking over the wood floor. He hopped on--pawing, nuzzling, and otherwise trying to move the lever locking mechanism. It took minutes, but it finally rotated 90 degrees. The door clicked. He got off the chair and started pushing on the frame. Slowly, the door slid across. He only had to get it as far open as the width of his head.\n\nMittens backed up, and Bolt squeaked through. He flashed a smile.\n\n\"That didn't look too bad,\" Mittens said.\n\n\"Why didn't we do that the first time?\" Bolt said.\n\nMittens winked at him. \"I suppose it's all part of the fun.\"\n\nShe ran off. Bolt followed her tail.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}