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Fun with Bolt & Penny 13: Feline Infiltration By Tempo

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Mittens lay on the back porch, soaking up sunlight, looking over at the barn. The humans had left for the day. Bolt would be up in the loft alone. As good a time as any. He never can focus when Penny's around.

She stretched, paws spread against the warm planks of the deck, then padded across the lawn. Grass-grass still tickled her paws. Carpet, concrete, even comforters she could handle, but as a city cat, she'd never had much exposure to it. Not to mention these non-pigeon birds chirping, swooping around all colorful and cheery. She focused, rehearsing the conversation in her mind. How am I supposed to bring this up anyway?

A few easy pounces brought her to the ramp Penny had installed for him.

I know what he's gonna say: 'Oh Mittens, you just think this whole "stable house with caring people" thing is too good to be true.'

She ambled into the cool dark of the barn. They probably thought no one could hear, but cat ears trump insulation.

When she'd seen them, he was doing a lot of whimpering and licking. Ears doing that foldy-back submission thing. He might just be doing it to please his person.

Or maybe he just likes it.

The cat shook her head. She'd thought of Bolt as an innocent in a lot of ways, sex-wise in particular. She was meant to be the streetwise one, knowing this kind of stuff, not him. Seeing him and Penny like that had called everything into question.

Soft panting. Good, he's up there.

She poked her head up through the trap door and cleared her throat. Hey, wags? I was wondering if we could taaaa--Oh sweet Aslan!

Bolt lay atop the dusty new futon, engaged in the impressive combination of looking at photos and sucking his own canine erection. His brown eyes shot open. The snow-white dog yapped in surprise around his red, throbbing shaft. Miffens?!

The feline felt a surge of heat rush through her face at the unexpectedly lewd scene, her gaping mouth doing nothing to cool it. Uhhhh, I'm gonna give ya a little time to sort yourself out, big guy. Her traitorous eyes flicked down to his black lips wrapped around his impressive equipment. She blushed further at the apropos nickname.

The ex-super dog's cock slipped from his mouth with a juicy slurp. He scrambled to get his paws under him and his assets undercover. Mittens, I- Um- The desperate kicks of his hind paws sent a scattering of photos fluttered to the floor. Each snapshot a moment of carnal intimacy for Bolt, Penny, or both. The dog froze, no doubt running through all the terrible consequences. Their eyes met, his filled with panic. Don't tell Rhino!

Time hung suspended for a moment. The cat's small muzzle hung open, her stare darting from pictures to pooch and back again. Though curiosity demanded she examine the Polaroids further, the black-and-white feline tore her gaze away and slipped without a sound back downstairs. Mittens stood stunned for a moment, green eyes huge in the dim barn light. Her heart beat like a startled sparrow. She stifled giddy giggles, her brain grappling with the scene she'd just left. I thought only cats could do that...

She could not escape the vision of Bolt's equipment. She'd heard dogs came big, but... Sheesh! How's that even fit in a scrawny little human like Penny?

Minutes later, he hurried down the ramp, decent, if flustered. They gave each other appraising looks, and he cleared his throat in a tentative way. I apologize that you saw me in an unfit state.

Oh, you seemed pretty fit to me. Not to mention flexible. A wry smile livened the corners of her muzzle.

His tall ears dipped under the weight of their growing pinkness. You may have seen some classified documents-

She crossed her paws. You mean the Polaroids of you plowing your person?

The specifics are unimportant! His blush deepened and he looked for all the world like he wanted to just disappear through the floor. It is imperative that you not mention what you saw here to anyone.

She arched an eyebrow, forcing down a smirk that tried to escape. Not even Rhino?

Especially Rhino! He swiped a paw through the air, leaving a faint trace of musk. This situation is top secret and needs to stay contained. His growing panic radiated off him like a super power.

I really think we have to tell Rhino--

No! It's critical that--

--and Penny's Mom. It's my duty as the house cat to tell her--

Mittens, please...

--you know those pigeons were looking at me awful funny. I think they know. I think they have a right to know. Don't you? The feline gave him a playful wink.

The dog whined, ears drooped, eyes pleading, as he unleashed the full force of the dog face.

Uugh. Why did I ever teach you that? The cat grumbled, eyes rolling, giving her best dramatic sigh. Fine, pooch. You have my word. She placed a paw to her chest. I won't talk.

Thanks, MIttens. He put a paw on her shoulder, giving her the earnest smile of thankful canines. Really.

Yeah, yeah. Her green eyes rolled, though her tail swirled in amusement. She sauntered out of the barn, padding off into the long grass. Once she'd watched the white canine vanish back up the ramp, she slunk off in the direction of a distant farmhouse. No need for him to gather intel on her, after all.

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Sprawled out atop on the back of the sofa, she researched the optimum positions to soak up the evening sunlight. A savvy feline if she did say so herself, Mittens could deal with anything, including Bolt's sex life. She'd just have to think about it. Between catnaps. A particularly irresistible one crept over her the very next moment. Some time later, when she awoke, Mittens discovered it had absconded with all daylight.

Penny's mother waddled into the room. As people went, she wasn't bad. Quiet, doting, and soft to lay on. She settled onto the sofa, then began searching the room. That plan seemed a bit backward to Mittens, but who knew why humans did anything?

"Sweetie, have you seen the remote?"

The teenager appeared from the kitchen, eating partly exploded corn kernels from a massive bowl. "Bolt." Penny smiled down to the dog at her heel. "Find the remote."

With an arf of enthusiasm, the super dog scoured the room, sniffing around under the chairs and probing the couch cushions with his muzzle until he emerged with the black plastic brick that controlled the magic box. He trotted back to Penny and sat smiling up at her.

"Good job, buddy." Taking the remote, his person tousled his ears, scritching his scruff. "Who's my good boy?"

The white canine wagged like an idiot. I am.

Boy, he just does anything she wants. Huh... The monochrome feline mulled this over. Anything...

Penny tried to bribe her with a back scratch. "Someone's a serious kitty today."

Mittens shot her a suspicious glare.

"Okaaaaaay..." The young woman sat down on the couch, Bolt curling up beside her.

Mom chuckled. "She's just being a cat." Examining the remote over her reading glasses, she selected a button, causing the television to flicker to life. She navigated the menus, while her daughter got comfortable.

Very comfortable. Especially the hand that kept stoking up and down her dog's entire underbelly. The film started and rolled on. The white canine managed to pay attention, even with his person giving him a thorough rubdown. Several cat-hours in, Penny groaned while some human yelled at some other human on the screen. "Who'd want to marry a doofus like Mr. Darcy anyway?"

"Oh just watch honey; it's actually quite romantic."

"His first name is 'Fitzwilliam,' mother!" The red-head scrolled through IMDB on her phone. "You can't have a name like that and not be a dweeb."

Her mother eyed the smartphone. "Please stop looking up reasons not to like my movie."

"Fine..." Penny drooped against the back of the sofa. Her hand returned to Bolt's tummy. "I just don't see why she's so impressed with him because he stopped being such a jerk. Why couldn't she just find some guy who's already cool?"

"Love doesn't always work the way we plan it, hon." The elder human smiled. "You'll see in time."

Mittens watched as Bolt's belly rubs strayed a little too far south. Those slender fingers toyed with his supple canine sheath, stroking back to cup his balls, then forward to tease his opening. Never enough to get him hard, but never so little that he could sit still. The feline had trouble looking away from Penny's own form of entertainment. Yeah, just keep thinkin' that, lady. Meanwhile, your daughter's out screwing the pooch.

With Mom unaware, Penny began tugging the dog's sheath up and down. Just a little. Not even enough to expose that vivid canine tip of which she'd seen entirely too much, just enough to titillate. Mittens couldn't tear her eyes away from this wholly new breed of belly rub, continuing to watch as Penny switched to cradling his balls again, massaging with casual familiarity. When Bolt hefted a contented sigh, those nimble human fingers wandered back to hold his sheath. A firmer squeeze in one particular spot and the cat saw him stiffen, tongue lolling out. It had to be that special part, that bulge which made a dog a dog, he sure seemed to like-- Mittens' eyes widened as the results of Penny's touches grew impossible to hide, his tip emerging as a single clear squirt splashed onto his soft white tummy fur.

Bolt whined.

Mom glanced at the canine though the dim light of the television. "Does he need to be let out?"

After tensing just a moment, the girl smiled. "Nah, he probably just wishes people would stop sitting around in their gigantic dresses and actually do something in this movie."

The white wonderdog licked her hand with a grin. Actually, those outfits remind me of your Peep dress, so they aren't so bad.

With a sigh, her mother's attention returned to the movie.

Penny dialed her efforts back a notch, rubbing the errant spurt into his pure white fur, letting go of his intimate parts. Stroking him all over, she returned to his sheath, another long stroke that didn't expose his tip, and then right back to more polite attention.

There was much drama and chattering classes. The human's hand wandered in and out of Bolt's intimate areas like a lost dog. Her fondling dallied on, endless as the deliberations of the main characters. Bolt mused on how they'd forgotten to put explosives and lasers in this film; Penny complained that someone named M didn't do anything cool. Mittens just rolled her eyes.

"I guess that was a decent movie, though, Mom."

"It is a classic, dear." The older human selected one of the few remaining popped kernels from the bowl. "If you like, we could have a marathon of all the different versions."

"Wow. Yeah. Let's put a pin in that. How about we just skip to the Bollywood one? Probably has dancing."

She rolled her eyes. "I somehow think you're missing the point."

"G'night, Mom." She leaned in and kissed her mom on the cheek. "C'mon, Bolty; let's get ready for bed." They headed upstairs.

Mittens waited a suitable amount of time, then crept up the stairs. The house hung silent-Rhino had been scarce today. One mystery at a time, Mittens.

She found the door closed and locked. Figures he'd learn from his mistakes now that I actually want to catch him. The cat pressed an ear to the door. Wet noises and whimpers.

Her heart raced. They're already goin' at it! She looked around.

A few meows bought her egress from the house. She scampered up the tree by the pouch, leapt onto the roof, then around the house to Penny's bedroom. Ah ha! Still open.

A peek around the window sill, and she gasped at the intimate scene spread out before her.

Bolt lay on his back in a nest of pillows, propped up so he could watch his person at work. Penny knelt in her panties before him. One hand cupped his fluffy white sac, while the other stroked up and down and around his sheath. The girl worked the furred covering back and forth on his cock, lapping at the red tip as it emerged to dribble on her lips. Her copper ponytail bobbed with the easy, teasing rhythm of her tongue.

Squeezing through the open window, the cat stumbled across Penny's dresser, unable to take her eyes off the dog and his girl. Mittens took cover in an open drawer, watching from among the socks.

The wonderdog writhed, whimpering in bliss. His erect penis had emerged further, crimson and throbbing against his white tummy fur. Her lips slurped up and down his wet shaft, lifting off only to twirl her tongue around his tip. His eyes stayed closed with pleasure, her face buried in the fluff between his legs, allowing Mittens to spy undetected.

His erect red penis emerged enough for the knot to spring free, his sheath eased back by his person. His cock swelled--the bulge swelled more. Clearly the fondling during the movie had left him one pent-up pooch.

Penny kissed his sac, looking up around his cock with bashful giddiness. She whispered into the underside of his shaft, letting her lips play across the sensitive skin as she stroked him: "Ya like that, buddy?"

He wagged against her breasts, observing in adoration. I like it so much, Penny. You make me so happy.

Sweeping her long hair out of the way, she dipped down to moisten her lips with his dripping tip. "Mmmmm... You taste really good."

Bashful white ears folded back. Heh, well, I'm not tasty like you or anything...

Penny stroked faster, delivering little kisses to his dripping tip, rubbing her lips against it. "I know how much you like coming in my mouth..." She licked the underside of his cock, her freckles nearly invisible against her blush. Succulent, open-mouthed kisses led her lips up one side of his erection and down the other. Her lips shiny with his juices, she smiled up at him. "You gonna come for me?"

Oh, Penny... His hips bucked, toes wiggling. It's close!

"MmmmmmMMMmmmmm..." She swooped down onto his tip, humming with joy as her dog humped her mouth. The soft swish of her tongue harmonized with the whimpers of a pleasured pooch. She squeezed his knot and felt it swell up and harden all the way, swelling against her hand.

Ah. Ahhhh. OhmygoshPenny! AaaaAAAAAAAHHH! Bolt's limbs stuck straight out from his body, head rolling back against the pillows in a silent howl of ecstasy.

The teenager suckled his spurting cock, her hands massaging his sac, his knot, his soft sheath. Mittens could just make out the tiny tremor up his cock, starting with a twitch of his balls and ending with Penny gulping. I don't believe it! Here was a dog blowing his load, and his person swallowed every drop with a smile. Crazy humans. Only tiny drips escaped to trail down her chin and neck. Just as it looked like Penny couldn't keep up with the thick surges of Bolt's cum, his humps softened, his gasps fading to panting.

The young red-head knelt, patient, canine cock in her mouth; only the occasional swallow told Mitten he was still coming. Only when the dog had been drained, and had melted into a happy puddle against the pillows, did she slip from his tapered tip. With infinite tenderness, the human licked up his shaft, his knot, his sheath, his balls, even down to his tail, cleaning all the fluids from his flesh and fur. With each lavish lick she bestowed on his cock, Mittens' worry that Penny might be taking advantage of him faded. The human looked up at her dog with such open adoration, it was practically canine.

After finishing, she worshiped her way up his body to kiss his ears, then right on his doggy lips. Bolt smiled, adoring her undiluted affection. You're right, Penny. I guess I do taste kind of good.

The girl smooched her way up and down his silky black lips, caressing his muzzle, scritching under his chin. Bolt's paws rubbed over the smooth cotton over her shoulders, the silky waist of her panties. The feline's nose detected a musk other than Bolt's in the room. The girl was getting turned on too! Though she seemed happy just to lay with her dog, exchanging gentle kisses and passionate breaths.

They lay on the bed, foreheads touching, paws and arms wrapped around each other. After his panting had faded, after her blush had abated, only then did she kiss his nose with a giggle and whisper: "I need to go brush my teeth."

Mittens watched the slender young woman unlocked the door and hurry across the short hallway to the bathroom. Her dog sprawled out along the bed, the nest of pillows hit by a wrecking ball of passion. His penis lay almost as limp, slipping back into its home.

Mittens popped up from the drawer, panties on her head, keeping her tone nonchalant. Hey wags. Havin' fun?

Umm-uhh Mittens! He once again scrambled to hide his juice-soaked stomach. Hi! How long have you been there?

Oh, long enough, pooch. You both had your eyes closed. She blew the panties off with a huff and a shrug. Not the sneakiest I've ever been.

The once super-dog glowered at her in exasperation. What part of top secret don't you understand?

Relax, Rin Tin Tin. My lips are sealed...unlike your person's.

Mittens! Once he followed her gaze, he had to keep her from ogling the peeking tip of his cock. This is serious.

She sighed, shaking her head. Your secret's safe with me, stud.

Really?

Yeah, who'm I gonna tell anyway? Jeez. It's not like there a big rumor mill going around here. She ambled around him, her shoulder blades shifting in sinuous slides. She sighed at his expression, shaking her head. If you and yer person want to go to town on the old Milkbone now and then, who am I to judge?

Bolt thought for a moment, then gave her a serious look. Mittens?

Yeah?

Please, never say Milkbone again.

She eyed him for a second, then her thin frame shook with laughter. Alright, Bolt. You got it.

You didn't have to...observe us.

Oh, I was just supposed to walk up and ask "Say, wags, how long have you been burying the bone with your person?"

Bolt's ears flushed crimson.

Wait, how long have you been burying the bone with your person?

I well, uhh... A deep breath and his resolve steeled, his voice quavering only a little. Since the show.

Well, that explains some things.

What? Bolt's tail snapped up in shock.

Sheesh, pooch. It's not like I'm opposed to the idea of Penny. You may remember our little talk outside the studio.

Yeah... His ample ears drooped to either side.

If I seem a little protective here, it's because I like ya. You'd do anything for her, am I right? So I just wanted to make sure what I saw in the barn was a two-way street.

He lifted an ear. Mittens, there aren't any streets in the--

The feline groaned. I saw you two goin' at it!

You did?! But I'm always so vigilant...

Uh, yeah. She was riding you so hard, I'm surprised you didn't spring a whole new lightning bolt.

Bolt glanced to his now-empty flank. But why?

Because you're nice. Because ya came back ta save me. Because, before you, I was hustling pigeons to get by and thought nobody would ever care about me again.

Oh Mittens. He lay his muzzle across her thin shoulders. Everybody here cares about you.

Her paws wrapped around him in silence.

After a few breathes, he sat back down in front of her. You're part of the team. You helped me get back to my person. His paw settled on her shoulder. And I'm proud to be your friend.

Jeez, Krypto, ya got me all choked up.

So is this why you were spying on us?

The feline chuckled, wiping her eyes with the back of a paw. I had to make sure she wasn't, ya know, takin' advantage of you. Making ya do stuff for her, like fetchin' that stupid TV remote.

That's preposterous. Bolt rolled his eyes toward his arched eyebrows. Penny loves me. She'd never hurt me. I do things for her because I love her.

You're sure? She doesn't force you, doesn't ask you ta do anything you don't want? I want to us to be sure on this, because, ya know, on the street, you hear things about some people and their pets. Ya can't blame a girl for askin'.

The white canine shook his head. Oh for howling out loud... Yes. Penny loves me. I love her. She's my person and I'm her dog.

The corners of her muzzle tugged into a smile. Good enough for me. Hey... Since when do you say that?

His ears perked. Say what?

Never mind. A white paw waved the topic away. Good to know you don't think me...or Penny is a degenerate creature of darkness... Do you?

What? No! Of course-- His ears shot up, then cocked sideways. Oh, you're joking.

Yeah.

So watching us from Penny's Frilly Things drawer isn't going to become a regular thing...right? The canine squirmed. Because these missions are kind of special for me and my person.

Oh Bolt... Mittens rubbed the length of her spine under his chin, flicked his nose with her tail, and padded off. Believe it or not I've got better things to do than watch you all day, big guy. Mittens cringed a little at that nickname, but the dog didn't seem to notice. Probably because his person hurried into the room and out of her panties.

As the door shut behind the cat, bed springs and the rustle of fabric followed her down the hall. Girlish giggles drifted through the door as she rounded the stairs, her keen feline ears just picking out a growl of pleasure and soft lapping sounds.

"Ohmygosh Bolt... Another mission already? Well, watcha got in mi--mmmmmmmm..."

Depositing some DNA evidence.

Mittens cringed and hurried down the stairs before she could hear any more.

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In addition to being required by my pinky-oath to Kenket, this story is dedicated to Slate for his wonderful work illustrating my stories. You should all go fave his stuff! : )

Edits: Slate, Vendetta, Sillyneko, CarlMinez Art: Slate

~Tempo