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Fun with Bolt & Penny 12: Lofty Ambitions By Tempo

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"Bolt! Help!"

I'm coming, Penny!

The white canine raced across the concrete, dodging around rusted equipment. His person's scent traced through the dry summer air. Focus, Bolty. You can hear her. You can smell her. Eager black nose scanning, he streaked through the dim recesses of the building. Wide white ears aligned like radar dishes, catching movement on the floor above him.

Years of experience drew him to the convenient boxes piled in the far corner. He vaulted dusty timbers, hurtling through the handles of a rusty lawnmower. He leapt up precarious stacks of boxes, dust kicking up under his paws. Then, in an explosion of pure canine determination, he leapt up through an access hatch and onto the next floor.

A wave of dust rippled out from his paws as he landed. Penny's slim form sat tied to a structural beam. Their eyes met, but he hesitated. As any veteran superhero knows, safe-looking lairs almost always have traps. Keen eyes searched the room for any additional defenses. Spotting none, he trotted with caution over to his person, then proceeded to lick her wildly across the face.

"Okay, okay!" She laughed, wiggling back from the slobbery onslaught. "Good job, buddy."

He nodded and discontinued his victory laps. This training mission was a good idea. Even without international super-villains after us, it's good to stay sharp.

"I think we can call this mission a success--" The red-haired teen struggled against her bindings, then shrugged to her dog. "Well, once you untie me."

Bolt checked the perimeter, just to be sure. A quick glance back down the trap door showed the strike force of rakes and brooms he'd defeated to enter the barn. Smiling, he returned to his person's side. You're really letting me off easy. I don't even have to chew through the ropes, or reflect a laser beam off my collar tag to burn them?

She smiled back. "Are you gonna untie me, or just stand there pleased with yourself?"

He approved of the new clothing technology she sometimes employed. Skirts made for easy muzzle access...

"Hey!" The redhead squirmed from side to side, but couldn't escape her bonds. "You just think you can dive under there any time you want?"

With a deep breath of her scent, he couldn't help but lick along the soft fabric of her panties. His person squeaked in protest, but only spread her legs wider. The former-superdog smirked. A few more victory laps can't hurt... He nuzzled her panties aside, licking at delicate flesh beneath. The dog's tongue danced into her slit, brushing her clitoris on every outward stroke.

"Wait! You've gotta--eep!--untie me first!" Slender hips thrust forward as much as possible against her bindings. "You are_not_ playing fair!"

Bolt grinned and drove his muzzle deeper between her legs. The wet slurping sounds intensified as his tongue sought her most tender regions.

Laughing, moaning, she rocked from side to side. Her delicate breasts jiggled under her shirt, the heels of her sneakers scraping tracks on the dusty floor. Nimble hands strained for the ropes-ends, just out of reach. "C'mon, buddy, uuuuhhhhnngg! Please! Aaahaha! I t-tied these too well!"

Relenting, the shepherd sat down before her, a little pink bobbing against his white stomach.

Penny tilted her head, a lock of hair falling across her face, auburn and sweat-damp. A smile flickered through her panted breath.

He gave her a surrendering roll of his eyes. Alright, Penny. You win; I'll untie you. With a quick yank on the slipknot, he slackened the ropes around his person.

Shaking loose, she gave him a hug and a giggle. "My hero." After a moment, she leaned back to itch under his chin. "And you know what happens to heroes, right Bolty?"

Tilting his head up, allowing her to scratch all the right places, he smiled. Yeah...

Drawing her panties off her coltish legs, she dropped the damp fabric to the floor. Then, on hands and knees, she prowled to the blanket before them. The slim teen glanced back at him, red ponytail spilling in a gleam down one shoulder, sweat glistening on her bare legs as one hand raised her skirt. "They get their reward."

Bolt whined with desire, still sitting at attention. He felt his cock edge further from its sheath, tickling against his stomach fur. Instinct whispered that he should leap atop her, take her as his own. A deep breath did little to chill his fiery instincts. Okay, Bolty--stay cool. She's your person and you've got to be careful with her.

"C'mon, buddy." Her legs spread, lowering her hips to the perfect angle. "You earned it." Her fingers traced the side of her thigh, while an eager chuckle quivered through her tone. "And we both need it."

He trotted up and, with deliberate care, placed his paws around her waist, scooting up until his hips met hers, his exposed member trailing along her slippery lips. Another heartbeat, and his erection surged, gaining length. Still he did not thrust, instead jostling himself into position. Aligning with target...

Penny reached back, cool fingertips tracing along his length before slipping the tip in place. A quiet gasp as her passage gripped at the teasing taste of canine cock.

Target acquired. Moving to intercept. Pushing with his back paws, he glided into her, sheath feeling the familiar kiss of her folds. Mmmmm...

Nuzzling her back, he began humping into her, groaning as his shaft grew, granting him deeper and deeper access to his person's most intimate recesses. Little squirts of precum dribbled against her walls.

Her slick walls clenched around him, squeezing and massaging his growing erection. "That's right. Keep it up... Uhhhhh..." Penny rocked under the force of his quickening thrusts. "Uh... uh... uhhh... uhhh-uhh-uh-uhuhuhuh!"

The red-head's breaths ran ragged as he rode her. His sac swayed, sheath bunching against her at the apex of every thrust. Mmmmmm... Penny... Oooh... I-I-I don't think I'm gonna last long...

"Give it to me, buddy." She bumped back against him, trying to match his rhythm.

He gripped her waist tight to his chest, body rippling over hers, each thrust accompanied by juicy noises as he pumped his thick canine shaft deeper inside her.

"Yes, mmmmmmm." One hand, still slick with his fluids, rubbed at the top of her passage, pressing her nub against his invading shaft. "Come on, Bolty boy. You can do it."

His knot swelled, bumping against her vaginal lips. Flesh ground against slick flesh.

"I can feel it. I feel the knot. Put it iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin--ohmygosh!"

Bolt shoved hard, pressing the bulge past her lips. In an instant, she clenched back behind it, just as hard. Sparks danced in Bolt's vision. Paws stuck straight out, pressing in desperation against her, into her. His balls tensed once, twice, again, until the prefire sequence ran out. With a needful whine, he spurted his first shot into her.

"Oh, oh..." Even as the canine sprayed a second volley against her walls, Penny rubbed herself with frantic delight. The white shepherd felt her clenching harder against her, followed by a muted yelp as she bit the blanket, arching hard against him. "MMMMMmmmmmfff!"

Even as pleasure arched through his brain, Bolt had to admire her dedication to keeping the mission covert. Her clenching, clutching orgasm wrung his knot, eliciting harder squirts and longer spurts. The white dog whined in frenzied ecstasy as she massaged his cock to tingling euphoria, draining his balls of every last drop of canine cum. A few final pulses traced out of Bolt's cock, pumping more canine seed into her and more wonderful tingles through him. He collapsed along her back, chin between her shoulder blades. His sac swayed a final time against where sheath met knot-stretched lips, then slowed to a stop.

Penny shuddered, her passage fluttering along his tender shaft and knot. A few seconds later, she too fell limp to the blanket. Together, they panted, afterglow and afternoon light warming their passion-coupled bodies.

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Penny lay, her sensitive insides stretched to tingling by her dog's wide knot. The white canine lay along her back, his panting slowing to steady, restful breaths.

She knew she had time on her hands. Not to mention time on my knees. I really should have laid down a thicker blanket.

Light angled down through the single window of the hay loft. Though it hadn't seen active use in years, bits of straw lay scattered about, catching the light in slivers of dusty gold. She watched as the dust motes swirled in the evening sun, accompanied by the occasional squish of cum around the cock buried inside her.

Feeling a tickle against her mons, she glanced between her breasts to where her lips bulged to accommodate that unique aspect of canine anatomy. A thin trickle of their mingled fluids traced through her copper public hair. That all her hair matched had always been a secret source of pride for her. Anyone could guess, but only her boy could know.

Filled with hot semen and hotter canine, she eased herself down as best she could onto the blanket, resting on her forearms. "Guess we should bring a pillow next time, huh boy?" Next time. I hadn't even thought of that.

Bolt sighed in agreement, stirring a warm wind along her naked, sweaty back. She tensed, shivering, eliciting a whimper and a wiggle from her tied companion. Recent orgasms had left them both tender, slick, and sensitive.

With gradual relief and a little longing, she felt his knot fade from stretching her limits to barely remaining inside. Often, she let him stay inside her until either anatomy or practicality insisted otherwise. Today, practicality spoke first. I need to get back to the house before Mom comes looking.

Swaying her hips under her white-furred lover, she felt him get the hint and begin tugging back against her lips. A few seconds of exquisite tension, then pop! the knot came free, eased and accompanied by a warm drizzle of doggy cum down her legs and stomach. With a few unsteady tugs, she lifted her skirt out of the way, allowing the generous amount of liquid to dribble down onto the blanket. And to think Mom bragged about her teenage daughter doing her own laundry.

As she knelt, her passage gripped at Bolt's tip, pushing out a little more of their juices. She pushed a lock of sweat-damp hair out of her face. An idle whim traced through her mind like a falling leaf: What if we didn't have to go back inside?

A silly idea. Were they supposed to stay out in this old barn? Sure, the roof didn't leak and the only window faced away from the house, but she wouldn't call it a living space. But why not?

She'd have to find furniture, not to mention put in some insulation. Though insulation works on sound too...

The slender teen crawled forward, allowing Bolt to settle onto the dampened blanket. His pink tongue lolled onto the fabric, the strength to retract it beyond the former superdog. With gentle hands, she rolled him to his back, delivering the most delicate kiss to his wilting erection.

Bolt whimpered, his brown eyes opening with dazed curiosity.

She rubbed her cum-slick fingers together in his fur. "I think I've got a plan, Bolt."

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That night, at dinner, Penny explained.

Bolt curled at her feet in total contentment, only stirring for a scratch along his back or a smuggled morsel.

"I think it's a wonderful plan, honey." Penny's mother smiled over a tuna-noodle casserole. "Definitely a value-adder."

"Right." The redheaded teen shrugged. "I mean, it's just sitting there, so we might as well get some use out of it."

"You could follow your mother's footsteps, dear." The elder woman gave her a wink. "I could arrange for you to shadow someone from the real estate office..."

"Oh Mom." She rolled her eyes, scritching her superdog's scruff. "One step at a time."

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Several days and countless garage sale missions later, they'd located some suitable furniture. After that came a whirlwind of cleaning and repairs. Bolt spent the first stage of the mission sitting at attention, bringing his person tools and supplies to the foot of the trapdoor ladder as needed. His person soon got tired of climbing up and down and rigged up a simple pulley system. He liked that better, since it combined the fun of tugging on ropes with the practical effect of raising materiel to the loft.

A small fan oscillated on the desk, cooling her new laptop. The roof didn't leak, so they didn't need to worry about the computer getting wet and exploding. It's really too bad so many things explode.

The perimeter security had to be reinforced, of course. Penny retrofitted the lights with little motion sensors. Though if you know where to walk, it won't set it off. Or just move slowly. More impressive, though, was the small surveillance camera she ran between the floorboards. It fed a continuous stream of video to her laptop, just like when she'd hacked into the visual sensors of those Olympic cyborgs. We could use a couple cameras on the roof too, but really that's just jet-pack insurance.

"Okay Bolty, last one." Penny's voice echoed from the lower floor. "This one's fragile, so be careful."

The white canine trotted over and took the rope in his teeth. Measured steps backward eased the package up: an old shoebox--their mission files. More inconspicuous than secure, a few pieces of tape held it shut. His person followed it, climbing up and brushing a lock of sweat-damp hair from her brow.

Bolt held the rope steady as his person freed the shoebox.

Penny smiled, stirring sparks of magic in his soul. "Well, it's official." She set the box down beside the futon. "The loft is now our official base of operations."

He gave a yap of approval.

"Whew. Glad that's done." She landed on the bed with a familiar squeak. "Oh right." One deft hand drew Mr. Carrot from her back pocket.

Bolt wagged his way up to the futon, climbing with caution onto the padded surface.

"Going to have to replace this tape." An trimmed fingernail picked at the cellophane. "Might as well have a look, huh?"

The white shepherd wiggled close.

Lifting the lid, she revealed a collection of Polaroids, organized in neat rows. She ticked through them, selecting a handful. The first showed them against the mountainous background, snow all around, with some kind of destroyed satellite dish in the corner of the frame. The next showed the smoldering remains of an Arctic hover-base, again with Penny clutching him to her side.

Wow. Mittens was right: I really did look serious all the time.

The next photo showed him playing tug-of-war with Mr. Carrot, though Penny's vagina seemed to be winning the battle. The sight made his fur feel hot. He glanced over to the rubber carrot toy, laying atop the purple sheets of the futon.

Penny followed his gaze, then curled her fingers around the toy. "Hmmm. Guess we know what's still your favorite toy." She dragged the toy across his nose, letting memories of pleasant times tease his nostrils.

Once Bolt had recovered from the scents, she had moved on to the next picture. This one had him flopped down on top of her, drooling on her shoulder. Bolt whined, but smiled as he nuzzled against her bare arm. I almost never drool, but you overcome even my vigilance sometimes, Penny.

With a giggle, she flipped to the next Polaroid. This one showed him hunched over, muzzle over his own cock. His wide pink tongue curled against the curve of his knot. His eyes, even wider, looked straight at the camera. Penny ran the rubber carrot under his chin. "Ooh, talented doggy."

His ears folded back in bashful modesty. You didn't have to sneak up on me for that one; my secrets aren't classified from you.

Her shoes dropped to the floor as she kissed her way up his neck. Her voice breezed as a hot whisper in his ear. "Getting a little hot up here... huh buddy?" Without another word, she rolled to her back and unzipped her jeans with an unhurried ease.

Oh Penny... The white-furred canine watched as she slid the fabric from her legs, letting it drop off the mattress. Socks, t-shirt, and bra soon followed. She lay back down and continued the slideshow.

Her hand trailed through his fur, the orange rubber toy bumping against his balls and circling the tip of his tingling sheath.

The next photo showed a messy tie, clearly the second in a row. Her tender lips bulged out around his knot, both their crotches slick with juices. Another photo captured the moment of ejaculation, a thin white string of his semen frozen in the air. Yet another showed her bare feet around his cock, covered in semen. He felt his flush deepen. I don't remember that mission.

"Hmmm, might have to do that again when you're awake." The next picture showed Penny's-eye-view of him pulling down her panties. "Wanna try and reenact that one?"

Being a good dog, he climbed over her body and, taking the fragile fabric in his teeth, tugged the garment down. The scent of her rushed into his brain, filling every corner with arousal and belonging. By the time he managed to pull the panties past her feet, he could feel the tip of his cock poking out of its home. He let the panties fall from his jaws as Penny spread her legs before him. A thin layer of fluid clung to her slit, which had deepened in color to a beautiful rose hue. He sighed, proud. I have the prettiest person in the world.

"Come 'ere, buddy." Her words danced light on the air, her hand sliding with a whisper up her bare thigh. Love drew him close; she drew him into a kiss. Her warm lips graced his, her tongue slipping out here and there for some recon. Afterward, she traced a finger over his soft black lips. Her gentle eyes met his soul. "You're a keeper."

Pride sang in his heart, the melody bouncing to the beat of his tail on the mattress. The redheaded teen eased him to his back, kissing her way down his chest. His pulse zoomed as her mouth met his exposed cock, coaxing it further from the white-furred sheath. Slow little licks blessed his shaft as she waggled her tongue across it. Every millimeter that emerged met the smooth, wet wonder of her ministrations.

Bolt wiggled back against the downy mattress. This futon device had been the toughest to bring up, and had taken his person over an hour to reassemble. But now, as he lay back with his legs spread, he decided he liked it. Granted, Penny may have had something to do with that.

Skilled hands stroked his throbbing flesh, feather-light and coaxing. Precum dribbled down, spread with loving care by his person's slim tongue and fingers. Her touch traced from tip to still-sleek knot. She glanced up at him mid-lick, eliciting a spurt of fluid from his stiff length. It dribbled down her cheek, curving around a smile. "Hmm, there's my eager boy." An already-damp finger collected the drips from her chin and applied them back on the penis they came from. "Can't let this go to waste..."

Penny... Why are you teasing me so much?

She sat up, her nude body radiant in the single window's light. Hot afternoon light glistened off his erect red penis as she inspected it with a grin. "I think you're just about ready."

Ready? Bolt lay, panting but patient, as she climbed over him. With a leg to either side, she straddled his stomach, then positioned her tight rump between his spread legs. One slick hand cradled his twitching cock.

His tapered tip pressed against the tight ring of muscle. Every time she tensed, it tugged at his tip, flirting with the idea of allowing him entry. Above him, Penny squirmed, trying to distract herself. One hand pinched her nipples; the other delved into her folds, massaging her clit with the slick juices found there. He felt her anus relax as Penny breathed deeper, pressed deeper.

Bolt yapped at the tightness enclosing his cock, adding to the generous slather of precum already permitting the penetration. Whew! Okay, now I understand the need for lubrication.

His person grimaced. Gravity drew her slender frame down on to his, the muscular ring of her anus slowing her progress to a delicate grind. The pressure eased, but the heat only deepened, as his tip probed past and into her body. He felt himself bump against the slick flesh of her insides, smooth and yielding against his stiff length. The next moment, she squeaked, drawing her hands to her chest and her muscles tighter around him. A whine of reply escaped the canine's lips as he waited for her to loosen, regaining her composure.

Jaw unclenching, the redhead spread her legs a little wider and allowed herself sink further onto her doggy's shaft. Moments passed like ages as red inches vanished into his person. The glisten of ruby flesh stood in contrast against the fair skin of his person's thighs and the furred slopes of his own. Only the copper glimmer of her pubic hair leant color to the view as it slowly edged toward his pulsing knot.

Settling against him, she took a moment to acclimate to the presence within her. Then, with care, she began to roll her hips against him, gasping when his cock brushed an especially tender spot. Bolt felt the light tickle of sparse strands of pubic hair from below her vagina, joined by the the familiar prickle of his own fur along his knot.

The dog watched focus settle through his person's face, like when she would prepare herself for some death-defying feat on their old mission. Shifting to her hands and knees, she lifted her hips, pulling herself off his cock. As the same tight ring of flesh squeezed its way up his shaft, Bolt watched her blushing face as copper hair swayed down to brush his muzzle. The scent of her sweat sent a rush through him, pulsing a little more width to his cock. Penny sucked air through her teeth.

A pang of sympathy flicked back his ears. Seeking to comfort his person, he lifted tender licks to her neck and shoulders. As her expression lightened, she pressed down once more. Ignoring the layer of pressure moving down his length, as well as the squishy warmth that awaited within, the shepherd worked his way down to her nipples. Stiff and hot against his tongue, he toyed with one, then the other, savoring the salty kiss of her naked skin.

Penny jostled. A few beads of sweat trickled down her face, dancing to the rhythm of their combined panting.

The air around them hung hot, like his person's breath. An even greater warmth engulfed his cock. Memories of a similar mission surfaced, in the cool depths of a basement, out of sight of the windows ninjas could so easily repel through. This mission's much easier without that fancy dress getting in the way. He wagged, stirring the air between his paws.

With a glance back, his person gave a breathless laugh. "What're you wagging at, buddy?"

His muzzle dipped, shy ears swiveling. B-because my person loves me.

Her hand caressed his cheek, drawing his attention up. As the afternoon light set an amber glow to her hair, a gentle kiss drifted down onto his lips.

Heat flooded his ears, putting the temperature of the room to shame. He licked under her chin in appreciation.

She held him. Time drifted by, the only sign of its passage the gradual shrinking of his knot at the entrance to her own passage. Whenever his erection threatened to wane too far, she began to twitch her hips, letting his partly flaccid penis squish around inside her until he stiffened again.

Gentle fingers hooked under his knot. The urge to squirm shot through him at the touch of such intimate flesh, but the white canine restrained himself. I have to be good for my person.

Bolt remained still, though a low whine escaped as he felt his now-manageable knot slip between her cheeks. Both girl and dog moaned at the gradual penetration. The bulge of canine flesh pressed into the delightful pressure of her anus. Heat and resistance stirred his passion to flames, pulses of blood swelling his bulge even as it squeezed into her.

"Uuuuhhh-hhhh!" The slender teen groaned, pressing harder against the swelling of his cock and the clenching of her muscles.

His pulse quickened. Her fingers rubbed harder against the underside of his knot, the secret destruct button only the two of them knew of. Penny! Penny, I-- Ohhhh, Pennnnnnny! For an breathless moment, Bolt thought he couldn't fit inside her like this, that the previous time had been a fluke, but then pop!

"Mmmmmm!"

Ohmygosh! His toes splayed, paws shooting skyward in raw pleasure and relief. Like a missile on impact, his orgasm detonated. Shockwaves rocked his sturdy form, causing him to writhe under his person. The first spurt of thick canine cream blasted against her walls. Another followed. Then another, stronger than ever as her anus tensed on the stem of his cock.

Above him, around him, Penny shuddered. Tension faded from her with a long-held breath. She kissed the naked insides of his ears, rocking against the dog she loved.

His sac jerked, balls pumping another pulse of semen deep into his person. He whimpered, burying his face against her neck. Ohhhhhhh, oh Penny! In a distant corner of his mind, Bolt felt his person sit up, surveying the dog ejaculating into her. Soon, a wet rhythm filled the loft. His eyes opened to find her driving frantic fingers into her vagina. A bumping sensation against his cock. That's-- That's her-- Ohmygosh!

Instinct seized him, his hips bucking hard into her. A rhythmic squelching arose from Penny's slit as it convulsed around her slim fingers.

Bolt watched his person writhe atop him, each cry of pleasure echoing through the loft. She arched back, cheeks and chest flushed crimson, gasping his name as both hands slipped to her slit. One dove deep inside, massaging her entrance, as the other rubbed at her clit with fevered need. The muscles of her legs flexed, toes digging into the soft fabric. Her hips ground against him, her body shivering in ecstasy. She was close.

With all his strength, Bolt bucked fully into her, ramming his knot deeper, feeling it bump once more against her probing fingers. His person tensed at this deeper intrusion, then squealed as he unleashed another volley of hot canine sperm inside her. "Oh Bolty! Ahhhh-AAAAAAAH!"

He gasped as he felt that ring of muscle constrict behind his knot as Penny's orgasm tore through her body. Her hands froze against those pretty red lips as she gave a wordless shout. Her obvious pleasure caused his orgasm to surge like a geyser, his legs stretching out around her as he pumped her full of his rich canine seed.

She cried out in passion, droplets of sweat trailing from her hair. Each one glinted in the sunlight a single instant, until they dropped off, fading into the sheets as their orgasms ebbed.

As his person came down from her climax, she collapsed atop him. Heat and moisture squished around his cock as the echoes of pleasure settled down over him like the softest blanket. A soft embrace from Penny cradled him in safety and affection. "Mmm. I think I'm going to like our new base, Bolty."

Yeah... The white canine relaxed under her. Her chest atop his own, the soft beat of her heart reverberated through his fur. Her breath, her scent lulled him toward sleep.

And, in a dark corner of the loft, two green eyes watched the scene below, unnoticed.

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Well, it's been a little while since we've had some new Bolt, so I hope you guys are still in the mood for this. ;D

Editing: Vendetta, Sillyneko345, & Mittens Brainstorming: Slate Consulting: Fennec Making me pinky-swear to write it: Kenket

Comments welcome! *wags*

~Tempo