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Bandit's Bolt

This is a little surprise I cooked up for my pal HolidayPup, seeing as he recently surprised me with a new and awesome fursona icon. I'm gonna try to base it off of a couple of his pics, namely the following:

I know he likes Bolt, so I'll see if I can do his character any justice. Cheers, bud!

** Blinking his eyes blearily, Bandit slowly crawled off of the hay bale. Leaping down from it, he jumped out of the bed of the truck and landed quietly with a little puff of dust on the cracked pavement of Interstate 5. Man, was he tired! That damned truck had no suspension whatsoever to speak of, and he sure felt it now. Groaning, he reached forwards with his front paws and stretched out his aching body, licking his dry lips as he thrust his rump up in the air. Leaning forwards, he stretched out his hind legs, and sighed happily when he felt both knees pop. 'Aah...' he thought, wagging his tail a little, 'That's better.' Bidding a none-too-fond farewell to the beat up pickup he had hitched a ride in on, he turned and started trotting off down the highway. 'Bloody truck had to break down...' he growled to himself, shaking his head. Best not to dwell on the past. And today was all about the present! There before him lay the city of his desires, Hollywood. All sparkling fountains and glowing neon, it called to him like a beacon, driving his tired feet onwards. However, he had no particular feelings for the city itself. To him it was just another city, much like the one he had been whelped and raised in, albeit maybe a tiny bit bigger. 'Just a titch,' he thought to himself, looking about at the glistening spires of the distant city. In truth, he had never seen something so big; there were so many people! And the cars! There were millions of them, congesting the streets and letting out their toxic fumes; hell, in the distance he thought he could see one driving on the sidewalk. "Only in America!" he laughed, wagging his tail again. The city proper probably lay about 15 kilometres away, as far as Bandit could tell, but the suburbs began much closer than that, possibly as little as 5. Winching his brown eyes closed to little slits, he continued on, half blinded by the bright California sun. See, he was determined to get there... The object of his desires was not the city itself, but rather one of its millions of inhabitants, one of its thousands of famous ones. However, he only had eyes for this one, and if he could get but an autograph it would make his year.**

*By the time he reached the outskirts of the suburbs, he was panting deeply, tongue lolling out of his mouth in a goofy grin. His pawpads felt slick with sweat, and his tail had drooped down from its former position. "A city... in the desert... Who puts... a bloody... city... in the bloody... desert?" he growled to himself, pulling his tongue back into his mouth. It felt hot and dried out, and suddenly all he could think of was water. *

Suddenly, as if the city had heard him, a giant spray of water kicked up before a large concrete building. Delicate, intertwining spurts of water gushed up from hidden spouts to shoot up into the air, forming graceful patterns which then sprayed back down to the pool below. The pool definitely looked worthwhile, so he went to check it out

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*Charging forwards, Bolt bunched his hips and sprang, landing up on the high wall surrounding the pool. Wagging his tail in blissful anticipation, he dipped his head forwards towards the sparkling water... And fell in ass over teakettle, sliding off of the thin, slippery wall. With a loud splash, he hit the surface and went rigid, body in shock at the cold water after being outside in the dry, dry heat for so long. He sank briefly, but finally got ahold of himself and paddled back to the surface, spluttering and blowing water from his muzzle. *

He dipped his head beneath the shining surface and drank deeply, quenching his thirst in a few powerful gulps. The water had a slight stale and metallic aftertaste, like it had been stored somewhere for much too long, but it didn't matter... All that mattered was his stomach gurgling contentedly as it filled, and the blessed moisture on his cracked tongue. His walk had been too long, and he couldn't quite remember the way back to Penny's house, so he would need to start searching soon. Finally, he pulled his head up for a breath, breathing in deeply... And, unfortunately, breathing in water. Instantly he began hacking and coughing, all the while treading water as a bunch of fluid spurted up from his lungs back into the pool. 'Goddam it!' he thought angrily to himself as he choked, flailing about wildly as he tried to get his breathing back under control.

** Suddenly, he heard a splash near him and tried to twist to check it out, but he was wracked with another series of convulsions and dunked under again to come up sputtering. He began to turn again, but as suddenly as the sound had reached him he felt gentle paws under him, pushing him back towards the pool wall. Gladly accepting the help, he paddled a bit to speed it along, making sure not to kick his rescuer. When they reached the retaining wall he reached up a sodden leg and pulled himself up onto the slippery wall again, shivering slightly despite the intense arid heat all around him. **

** Standing up, he shook out his smooth white fur, throwing a dense mist all about himself as he flailed about. At least his little misadventure had helped to clean his fur... Even if it was all standing up like a massive puffball now. Puffing out his cheeks in frustration, he stopped shaking. It really wouldn't make it any better for a while... He'd have to let the sun do its work. **

** Turning back to face the pool, he could make out a brown and tan dog dipping in and out of the water below him. Now embarrassed, he could feel his cheeks heating up as he blushed and thanked the gods for his fur. Reaching a paw down, he tapped the other dog's back, then grasped the proffered paw and flexed his strong muscles, pulling the other dog free of the chilly water to stand up on the wall beside him. The other dog nodded in thanks, then began his own shake, smiling in satisfaction as he felt the water fly from his body.**

** Bolt took this opportunity to look at his 'saviour'. He (for the dog was unquestionably male; Bolt had, without thinking, given him a quick check over while he had hoisted the dog out of the pool) was a large dog, probably a mix of some sort, with medium length rough fur which had been plastered back to his body in the pool. His long muzzle was crowned with a shiny black nose, and above this pretty brown eyes stared out at the world with a happy expression. If Bolt had to guess, he might say that the other guy was a shepherd of some type, albeit with some mixing up of genes at some point in the past... He looked almost like a dingo!. Neatly kept eyebrows lay perked above his eyes, with tall, rigid ears topping off the face. Altogether, he was a welcome sight, and Bolt was thankful for the help. He wasn't used to being the helpless one, and it rankled a bit.**

** "Say, thanks for the help, stranger," Bolt said, smiling at the other dog when he had finished his shake. The shep mix just nodded his head and smiled back, and Bolt got the distinct impression he had seen this sort of thing before. Confidence a little shaken, Bolt continued after a momentary hesitation. "So... What's your name?" he asked, wagging his tail slowly. "I'm Bolt..."**

** Giving a quick and easy grin, the other dog wagged his tail lazily, looking at Boltt for a moment before replying. "Name's Bandit. Nice to meet you, Bolt..." Standing, he hopped down from the wall to the sidewalk below, looking back to see if Bolt was going to follow. Then it struck him.**

In a stupor, Bandit watched the purebred white shepherd leap down, not believing his luck. It was him! BOLT! In the flesh, right before his eyes! The one he had come all across the country in hopes of seeing! Playing it cool, he sauntered gracefully over to where Bolt landed, wagging lazily, but his darting eyes betrayed his nervousness and excitement. He had never dared to dream that he would even be able to talk to his hero... In an instant, all of his old fantasies welled up in his mind, fantasies involving him and Bolt and no one else... And he felt a twinge in his sheath as his cock swelled. 'Whoa whoa... Cool it!' he thought to himself wildly, trying to bring his body back under control. 'Do I really want to scare the guy away?'

** Giving a slight grin, Bolt turned quickly, walked up alongside Bandit... And shoved his muzzle down into Bandit's crotch! "Um... What're you doing?" the dingo mix asked, shying away a little bit. He was already aroused enough... Anything more and he would be spraying!**

** Lifting his head from Bandit's nether-regions, Bolt looked back at him with an innocent grin on his face. "Well, seeing as we never got properly acquainted... I thought a little sniff would be in order. Don't you?" he asked, sidling his own hind nearer to Bolt's face. "Or am I doing this wrong? Jeez, sometimes I can just never tell..."**

** He was trapped between a rock and a hard place. To deny Bolt of his greetings would be rude; hell, Bolt may just walk away and that would be that! But if he actually started sniffing at Bolt's beautiful white sheath... 'Oh gods...' he thought, murring a little to himself. He felt like he was ready to spring free of his sheath at any moment now. However, he didn't want to lose his chance to talk with his idol, so he bent down slowly and moved his face to between Bolt's powerful white thighs.**

** Bolt's own smell, a thick, musky, masculine smell, burst into Bandit's nostrils, flooding them with wonderful smell. He gingerly moved his muzzle along Bolt's sexy sheath, breathing in deeply at this succulent aroma. Suddenly, he felt a sudden heat in his groin and pulled back abruptly, but it was already too late. His tapered red tip pushed free of his furry tan sheath, pulsing slightly before Bolt's handsome face as it squirted a warm, clear dew. 'Oh god... What have I done?' he thought in shame, trying desperately to make his cock retract back to it's protective sheath, but it was of no use...The best he could do was keep it from growing any more.**

** Bolt jerked back in surprise, feeling a little warm spray catch the side of his muzzle. "Huh?" he asked in surprise, eyes staring at the pulsing red tip sticking out of Bandit's sheath. He tentatively let out his tongue and lapped up the mess on the side of his face, and, enjoying the flavour, licked away the rest of the mess. He had never tasted something like this before... It was sweet, a little salty, but there was a wonderful muskiness to it that he just had never experienced before. Being a superdog had it's benefits, for sure, but it also had its downsides... He had never had any sexual contact of any kind during his intensely sheltered life, and only now that he had been released from the show could he even begin to do any normal dog activities. However, this was a new one for him. **

** Lifting his head, he turned to look back at Bandit with a quizzical look in his eyes. Bandit looked back with mounting horror in his, seeing a little patch of fur on Bolt's pristine muzzle which was somewhat sticky looking. "Oh... Oh my god, did I... Uh... Hit you?" he stuttered out shamefully, tail tucking mournfully between his haunches. "I'm so sorry... Um... I'll leave. I'm really sorry..." he muttered, turning to run off.**

** "No, wait!" Bolt called out. Bandit turned briefly, but he was still about to flee, so Bolt gently grabbed his tail in his teeth and tugged, getting a surprised yelp from Bandit as a result. The dingo mix whirled his head around, staring at Bolt with fear and shame in his eyes, but Bolt simply smiled and gestured to come sit. The brown mutt eyed him with a bit of suspicion, but nonetheless he turned around and sat down beside the sexy white dog, tail tucked. At least he had gotten control of himself... His tip had receded back into the warm confines of his snug sheath, although it still looked a bit swollen for some reason to Bolt.**

** "Come. Please. Relax," Bolt said, smiling disarmingly. He wanted to find out what was going on here; he had the sneaking suspicion that he would enjoy it. Taking the moment of silence to look over his unlikely-seeming suitor, he realized that, for some reason he couldn't explain, the pup was pretty hot! A thick pelt of medium-length brown fur covered the top of his body, spreading all down his legs and the top of his head. However, around midway down his body it shifted to a bright golden tan which flowed out over his muzzle and capped off his paws. Of course, the rather sizeable bulge down below also demanded some definite consideration... In fact, Bolt began to feel his own white sheath plumping up a little, something he had rarely felt before. It felt wonderful, and Bolt wanted to learn more!**

** "So, uh... What brings you out here?" Bandit asked nervously, looking at Bolt's previously-pristine fur with a degree of shame. He couldn't imagine why Bolt would have been outside in this sort of weather... Especially not playing in the fountain, then almost drowning! Weren't superdogs supposed to be... Well, super enough to be able to swim? However, as sad as it had seemed, Bandit found it a cute display of naivety, and his swelling down below grew a little.**

** Bolt looked down between Bandit's legs with confusion, seeing the red tip poking free from its fuzzy protective sheath. His own cock had done this before, once or twice, but he had no idea why, nor what to do with it, and in time it had run it's course. 'It's happening again! I have to get to the bottom of this!' Bolt thought angrily, feeling the same pulsing between his hind legs. "Just out for a walk, you know..." he said, smiling again. He thought maybe he should play this a little carefully; the other had seemed embarrassed of his 'condition'.**

** Tilting his head, Bandit gave Bolt a quizzical look back. "Well... What were you doing in that pool?" Smiling a little, he continued, saying "You looked like you were in rough shape there...". Suddenly, his own nostrils gave a twitch as an unfamiliar smell crossed them, and his vision snapped down between Bolt's beautiful thighs, beholding the red tip of the wonderdog's own cock peaking out to say hello, dripping with a light fluid. A drop fell onto Bolt's big hind paw, and Bandit had the sudden urge to lick it off, regardless of how embarrassing it might have been.**

** Smiling embarrassedly, Bolt looked back up at Bandit's grinning face, but his gaze was drawn against his will back down. 'What is this? Some poison?!' he thought angrily, but when he looked up at that grinning face, he figured that he could deal with this poison!**

** "I was out for a walk, that's something dogs do, or so Mittens tells me..." he said, dragging his gaze back up to Bandit's mesmerizing brown eyes. "I was thirsty, and fell in... And you saw the rest. Um... Thanks for that, by the way. Usually this sort of thing happens in the reverse order..." he said, wagging his tail a bit. "Say, want to come back to my place with me for a bit? I have some... Questions... That need answering, and it's way too hot out here!" Bolt proposed, turning tail and walking off in the general direction of his home without waiting. Other dogs always seemed to follow him; he couldn't really see why given that he wasn't even a superhero or anything, but it did work in his favour sometimes.**

** The rest of the way back, they chatted back and forth a little, and Bandit was astounded to learn that Bolt had left the show biz. "It was all a lie anyways... No real loss," Bolt simply said, not really seeming to care that he had lost his job. "My human is safe; that's all that matters." Unfortunately, her and her parents had gone off on a trip recently, and had left him behind. It reminded him too much of the long, lonely nights spent alone in his trailer waiting for Penny's bright smile and quick laugh in the morning, and having some company might fill the void left without her nicely. They left the suburbs, and headed back out into the country, back down the very same road Bandit had rode in on.**

** Finally, after meandering a little, Bolt noticed a familiar tree, and knew they were close. Turning up at the wooden wall, the familiar and welcoming sight of their modest house filled his vision, and with an excited yip he bounded forwards, pushing open the screen door with practiced ease from his hind paws, then hopping back down to four and trotting in, holding the door open with his tail for Bandit. **

** "Okay... That was cool. Nice move!" Bandit exclaimed, trotting in behind Bolt. Bolt merely smiled and wagged his tail out of the way, allowing the door to swing shut with a clack.**

Grinning slightly, Bolt turned back to Bandit and said, "And now for my next trick..."... Then walked through the dog door installed in the front door. Bandit was confused for a moment... And then caught it, and started chuckling a bit, following Bolt on through to the inside of his home.

** Bandit wasn't sure what to expect from the dog's home... Something exquisitely furnished, probably, and chalked full of dangerous devices, enough to befit a dog of his stature. However, he was shocked again to find it simply a modest dwelling, by no means a pit, but... There was a bit of organized chaos going on, something he had just never expected. The floors had decent furniture, but the rugs were starting to look a little threadbare, and on the walls several of the pictures had faded slightly. However, he felt a little more lighthearted in these surroundings... Something he could relate to. It had been one of the things he had worried about, being surrounded by so much wealth and opulence that he simply had no connection whatsoever to it... But this looked homey, and welcoming.**

"Well, this is it. And now that we're here, I think I would like some questions answered if

you would, Bandilt," Bolt said, smiling a little to diffuse the tension. Please, sit! Make yourself comfy..." he declared, gesturing towards a nice soft looking shag rug. When Bandit was sitting comfortably, Bolt went over to join him, sitting face to face. He found his eyes driven downwards again, but forced them up, looking deep into Bandit's expressive eyes. Suddenly, for the first time in his life, he had absolutely no idea what to say... But as his gaze drifted lower again, he figured it out. Looking up at Bandit's sexy face again, he asked bluntly "What did you do to me?" Bandit stared back at him in confusion, a little worry showing on his face, so Bolt rushed on. "I mean, why do I feel so weird suddenly? Did you drug me?" he asked, old suspicions showing through. "What? No! Why would I do that? I adore you!" Bandit exclaimed in righteous indignation, sorely confused. "What are you talking about?" Looking down between his own thighs, Bolt pointed with his front paw. "I mean here! It felt... Weird... Earlier, and the red part started coming out... What is it, and why does it do that? Why did it do that when you came by?" Even as he was talking, Bolt felt a quickening of his pulse, and again he felt his sheath becoming a little tight. "See, it's doing it now!" he exclaimed, pointing down. Of course, Bandit wasn't going to pass up an open invitation to stare at Bolt's crotch, and stare he did! When he finally tore his gaze away, he giggled a little. "That... Uh... Have you never... Are you a virgin?" he finally asked, unable to tear his gaze away from Bolt's open face. "What's a virgin?" Bolt asked, raising an eyebrow. He had heard the term before somewhere... But just couldn't pin it down. Grinning widely, Bandit struggled with his laughter, trying to keep it in, but in the end it was just too much and he burst out into uproarious laughter, sides heaving as he struggled to draw in breath. Finally, after his burst of merriment had run its course, he shook his head and apologized to Bolt, but confessed that he was surprised. "I mean, you've got so many fans out there... How none of them had ever gotten close enough to raise tail for you is beyond me!" he said half to himself, shaking his head again. "That particular problem is... Well, it's got a fun solution, let me tell you. I can... Help you with it... If you want?" he asked hesitantly, suddenly nervous. However, he needn't be nervous. Bolt smiled and nodded gratefully, ignoring Bandit's strange outburst. The mutt seemed like an honest sort, and Bolt trusted him. "So, what does this involve?" he asked, wagging his tail gently to thump up against a couch. "Weeellll..." Bandit said slowly, getting to his paws, "You'll have to... Lie down... On your back...". He couldn't believe his luck; here was Bolt asking him to bring him to orgasm! Never in his wildest dreams had he ever imagined that this would happen. Bolt complied quickly, cock tip showing through the end of his sheath unbeknownst to him. He hated having problems like this with no one to ask... He felt weak and pitiful to ask, but somehow Bandit didn't seem to mind helping him out. Bolt figured that he'd definitely have to pay the mutt back somehow if he fulfilled his end of the bargain. Bandit walked behind Bolt's hind end, then laid down behind him, head overhanging Bolt's rear. The moment of truth was here... In a few seconds he would know if Bolt would let him continue. Moving forwards, he gently licked Bolt's swollen white furred balls, able to sense their fullness even from this gentle touch. "My god... You really haven't ever gotten off, have you?" he asked rhetorically, before moving his muzzle forwards again. "This is going to be strange... But please believe me, I will not hurt you, and it will feel great. My honour on it!" Curious, Bolt opened his muzzle to ask why, and suddenly let out a loud moan as he felt a warm, wet cavern envelope the tip of his cock. "Oh... Oh gods! What are you doing to me?" he demanded, a little startled. Pulling away, Bandit abashedly blushed, licking away a string of saliva connecting him to Bolt's rod as he said "I was going to help... But if you aren't comfortable with it, I don't need to." He got up abruptly, about to walk away, when Bolt waved him back down, saying the words that Bandit desperately wanted to hear. "Please continue... It felt good!" Grinning lecherously, Bandit laid down once more, wrapping his front paws under Bolt's hind legs. "Hold on, pup... I'm gonna rock your world!" Diving his head forwards, he inhaled Bolt's delicious musk at the same time as his ambrosial taste flooded his mouth once again. Gently pressing his teeth forwards, he pushed back on the edge of Bolt's furry sheath, pulling it back until it was firmly secured behind Bolt's growing knot. The instant his teeth brushed behind Bolt's knot, a large jet of sweet pre rocketed out of Bolt's bolt, surprising both, but they murred as one while Bandit took care of the mess, wrapping his tongue around Bolt's cock and sucking hard. "Oh... Oh gods! What is that???" Bolt cried out, hind paws thrashing slightly despite Bandit's restraint. "No, don't answer... Don't you dare stop or I'll superbark you!" he declared, murring all the while. Instincts taking over, he began to thrust upwards as best as he could, tongue flopping out of his mouth. All his restraints that he had carefully built up over the years seemed gone in an instant; he had never felt something as marvelous as this. Gagging slightly as the tip of Bolt's long, pointy cock jabbed at the back of his throat, Bandit repositioned his head, and on the next thrust Bolt's tip went straight into his throat. Murring, Bandit started bobbing his head up and down in time with Bolt's erratic thrusts, knowing his climax must be near. Poor guy hadn't seen any action... 'Not even from himself!' Bandit thought incredulously, in over 5 years... He probably wouldn't last more than thirty seconds. 'I'll make them the best damned 30 seconds of his life so far though...' Bandit thought, sucking extra hard. Moaning, Bolt felt a burning pressure beginning to build up in his balls and gritted his teeth, almost unable to bear this new feeling. And, unlike the other which had stayed relatively stable, this just kept growing and growing until it felt like he must explode! "Uh... I *grunt* think something *grunt* is happening... *grunt*" he moaned out, really pounding at Bandit's gaping mouth now. It felt so hot and wet around his virgin cock... And so tight, too! Something was going to happen soon, he knew... And then, as suddenly as Bandit had begun, his pleasure spiked to almost painful levels, and with a powerful deep howl he felt the first shot of true cum rushing down the length of his throbbing rod to burst out into Bandit's waiting throat. 'Ah... Right on que!' Bandit thought, smiling inside as he felt the first shot blast down his throat. Not wanting to miss out on anything he pulled back a bit, resting the thick and pulsing tool on his tongue while wrapping one of his paws behind Bolt's impressive crimson knot. The next shot blasted directly across Bandit's taste buds, and with a whimper of joy he began to gulp it down like his life depended on it. He had tasted... Well, lets just say more than one cum before, and this was by far the best. So sweet, and yet salty at the same time... Just the right amount of musk, with a hint of bitterness. Mmm mmm mmm! Bolt himself was beside himself with pleasure, moaning and thrusting uncontrollably into Bandit's muzzle as each successive wave of ecstasy brought another jet of cum blasting from his pent-up balls into the mutt's waiting mouth. He couldn't think, he couldn't have strung together a coherent sentence if he had tried, all that mattered was the sweet, sweet release he was feeling. He felt almost as though he were growing lighter with every pulse, it was so strong! Bandit did his best, but even he couldn't keep up with the sheer volume of jizzum pouring into his gullet, and with a gush little rivulets of cum began streaming down the sides of his muzzle to pool up on Bolt's pristine white fur, matting the fur and adding a delicious scent to Bolt's already titillating musk. His stomach felt like it was getting full, Bandit realized with shock; that was testament to the sheer volume the shepherd was pouring out into him! However, all good things have to come to an end, and this was no different. Sighing deeply, Bolt came down from his peak, cock releasing a few last milky jets of cum before returning to squirting out progressively weaker and weaker shots of prostatic fluid. The paw wrapped around his knot felt so... So right! He had never felt so contented in his life, not even after a successful mission... Panting weakly, he groaned as Bandit pulled back entirely, leaving his cock pulsing up against his belly and squirting gently. With a soft tongue Bandit began to clean off his nether regions, removing every last drop and splurt of cum until his fur was immaculate once again. Only then did he look back up into Bolt's eyes. "So... Was it worth it? Did I 'solve your problem'?" Bandit asked happily, licking his lips. He gave Bolt's cock a gentle squeeze behind the knot, eliciting a moan from the white shep. "That... Was the best thing I have ever felt. Can you... Can you teach me more?" Bolt asked, practically begging. Bandit grinned widely, little drips of jizz still stuck between his teeth. "Oh, anything for you, Bolt! I don't want to get superbarked, now do I?" he asked, sticking out his tongue slightly. "However... I think, if you're game, might I get a little release next time?" Bolt nodded, strangely eager to help this sexy mutt. Leaning forwards, he gently kissed Bandit on the lips before collapsing back to the floor, soaked but glowing. "Well, then, sexy pup, shall we get started?"

This was supposed to be a short little thing... But it grew. Oops... Heh heh. I hope it fits with the way HolidayPup sees his character... And how Bolt acts. I've only seen that movie once, a few nights ago, so I'm not very familiar with it. Comments and criticism are welcome, as always... Looking to improve! Probably have a second part with the scene from the other picture I mentioned above... If he likes it, that is. This isn't a trade piece; he gave me a gift, so I felt I oughta return the favour for him being such an awesome friend. Here ya go, pal... Enjoy!