{"sf1_id":379970,"sf2_id":"1O5r5Ykm","title":"Fun with Bolt and Penny 15: Stud Service","author":"Mittens","words":5541,"posted_at":"2012-05-22T02:01:00.000Z","tags":["Bolt","Canine","Disney","Dog","German Shepherd","Human","Knot","M/F","Missionary","Sex","Tie","Tying"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/379970-fun-with-bolt-and-penny-15-stud-service","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/1O5r5Ykm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/6a/5f/6a5f253e-17e8-4c3b-807c-97c54604cb82","description":"#15 of Fun with Bolt and Penny\n\nBolt almost finds out where puppies come from. Have fun!","content":" **Fun with Bolt \u0026 Penny 15: Stud Service**  \nBy Tempo  \n  \n~ ~ ~\n\n[![Penny reading a book.](http://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/preview?page=379956\u0026filename=SlateDragon+-+A+Good+Book+-+small.jpg \"Penny reading a book.\")](http://www.sofurry.com/view/379956)  \n  \nPenny lay on the sofa, paging through a book on canine behavior.  \n  \nThis book, as with most dog-related books she owned, came from distant relations, thanks to Mom's bragging about her daughter's dog-training prowess. _Little do they know, Bolt's usually the one training me. And usually not for things I'd mention at family gatherings._ But now that they had the yes-no barking system down, she wondered what else she could teach him. Maybe some kind of ear-based semaphore?  \n  \nThen she came across the section on reproductive behavior and her eyes flicked to the door. Crossing her ankles, she rubbed her thighs together at the thought. One hand drifted down her body, slipping under the waist of her jeans and panties. Thoughts of Bolt sent tingles down her spine, as well as a welcoming warmth to her vaginal lips as she traced them.  \n  \nReading on, her hips rocked against the sofa, burying slim fingers deep in slick folds. She moaned, imagining her body gripped by heat, like a canine's would be. Desperate need simmering within her, able to be satisfied only by a thick knot, a pulsing shaft, and hot juices, while Bolt's powerful frame panted atop her.\n\n\u0026nbsp;His breath stirring hairs on the nape of her neck, she would whine with joy under him, reveling in how he filled her. Her fingers stroked a little faster at the thought as she turned the page. Window-shopping for new positions, she happened upon a diagram of two dogs butt-to-butt after mounting. _Hmmm. That's one we haven't tried._ She tried to wrap her mind around what his dick would be doing inside her as he turned around. The thought sent a shivering thrill through her, vaginal muscles dancing around her fingers. Her hips ground against the cushions, trimmed pubic hair pressed into her palm.  \n  \nShe glanced up, wondering how fast she could find Bolt. _Maybe I should go take a look at the real thing. For reference. He wouldn't mind._ Last she'd seen, he was laying in a pool of sunlight on the porch.  \n  \nGravel crunching.  \n  \n_Mom._  \n  \nGrumbling, Penny managed to remove her hand from her pants and turn the book to a more polite page. Wiping her hands on her jeans, she fumbled out her phone and feigned a sticky text message as her mother opened the door.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\"Hello, dear!\"  \n  \n\"Hey mom.\" She offered a half-interested smile. \"You're home early.\"  \n  \n\"Well, it was such a nice day out.\" The elder woman's gaze tightened on her daughter for a moment, sending a prickle of irrational fear down her back. Then a smirk. \"You should turn the AC up, honey. You're all sweaty.\"  \n  \n\"Heh, yeah, you're probably right.\"  \n  \nMom fiddled with the thermostat, then plunked herself down on the sofa beside her. \"So how are you?\"  \n  \n\"I'm okay.\" The younger redhead leaned back against the couch, surrendering to conversation. \"Glad school's over.\"  \n  \n\"I bet you are! We're going to have to go on some serious day trips this summer.\" The heavyset woman nudged her with an elbow.  \n  \nPenny stifled a groan. _Yes, Mom, because after you keep me from masturbating I totally want to think about more time you could spend with me._ \"Sure, we'll have to do that sometime.\"  \n  \n\"We could start planning out each weekend.\"  \n  \nThe younger woman glanced through her bangs at her mother. \"Yeah...let's put a pin in that.\"  \n  \n\"Very funny, missy.\"  \n  \n\"Hey, would it be okay if I borrowed the car this weekend?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\"Oh sweetie, I don't know. Weekends are busy. I'll need it if someone wants a house shown. You know, if you had a job, you could _buy_ a car.\"  \n  \n\"Seamless transition, Mom.\"  \n  \n\"I think you're ready for the responsibility.\"  \n  \n\"Translation: you think I drive like a lunatic.\"  \n  \n\"Those are both valid reasons, dear.\"  \n  \n\"Great. I can have a Ferrari here by sundown if you give me access to my trust fund.\"  \n  \n\"You know the rule, dear.\"  \n  \n\"Yeah, yeah, college first. So where am I getting this job?\"  \n  \n\"Wherever you want.\"  \n  \nThe younger woman crossed her arms. \"It wasn't my idea to buy a house 20 miles from the nearest convenience store.\"  \n  \n\"That's an exaggeration.\"  \n  \n\"Fine.\" Penny wiped off her smartphone and looked it up. \"11.7 miles.\"  \n  \n\"Well, I'll keep my ear to the ground. Maybe I can find a you job that doesn't require a car.\"  \n  \n\"Sure, I'd be up for that.\" Her thighs shifted, rubbing tender lips together. \"So, I think I'm gonna take Bolt for a run.\"  \n  \n\"Okay, dear. Make sure you take your cell phone.\"  \n  \n\"Wow Mom.\" Penny rolled her eyes with mirth. \"Still technically a teenage girl here; I think I'll remember somehow.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;As she headed out to find Bolt, she noticed her mother glance at that canine behavior book. She almost turned around to take it, but shook her head. _Sheesh, I must've played a spy too long--I'm getting paranoid._  \n  \n~ ~ ~  \n  \nDays later, Penny trudged into the house, squinting at the morning light and walking a bit funny. With Bolt outside \"securing the perimeter,\" she sat down and poured herself a bowl of cereal. Attempts to tame her hair had only encouraged the copper monstrosity. _Ah, not being a TV star. I get up 6 hours later and don't have to see anybody, or talk to anybody until--_  \n  \n\"Morning dear!\"  \n  \nShe turned a bleary gaze toward the woman entering the room in a dress suit, complete with shoulder pads. \"Hey Mom.\"  \n  \n\"Late night?\"  \n  \n\"Uhh yeah. Tossed and turned all night.\" The redhead became very interested in her corn flakes, then looked her mother's navy-blue outfit up and down. \"You know it's Saturday, right?\"  \n  \nThe elder woman straightened her lapels. \"Open house.\"  \n  \nPenny glanced down and, seeing her pajama top buttoned wrong, didn't care.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\"So, good news: I found you a job. Well, not a job. More of a one-time gig.\"  \n  \n\"You did?\"  \n  \n\"They're offering a couple thousand dollars--you could buy a nice used car. And you won't have to do anything.\"  \n  \n\"Oh jeez...\" The younger woman swallowed a mouthful of cereal. \"Have you been going in your spam email folder again?\"  \n  \n\"This is more of a job for Bolt.\"  \n  \n\"Like a commercial?\"  \n  \n\"More of a service.\"  \n  \n\"Mom, you're making less sense than usual. What's going on?\"  \n  \nThe heavyset businesswoman fished her keys from a hook by the cabinets, looking more pleased with herself than the cat usually did. \"I got to thinking about what you could do without a car. We don't have neighbors to babysit for, so that's out.\"  \n  \nThe teen cocked an eyebrow. \"I think I'll survive.\"  \n  \nMom glanced out the window. \"Not a ton of farm work either, especially this time of year.\"  \n  \n\"Okay...\" Milk dripped to the table from the forgotten spoon in her hand. \"How does this relate to Bolt?\"  \n  \n\"So I made a few calls to Bolt's old trainers...\" Mom spread her hands as if presenting the best idea ever. \"And they just happen to know a breeder who'd be happy to have Bolt stud.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;Penny's mouth hung open.  \n  \nThe older redhead smiled a little wider, hoping it would become infectious. \"Isn't that great?\"  \n  \n\"Moooooom! You can't just whore him out!\"  \n  \n\"I'm not 'whoring' him, dear.\" Mom sat down across the table. \"This is just how dog breeding works.\"  \n  \n\"You're not pimping my dog. That's just too weird.\" The young woman pushed the bowl away, her appetite obliterated.  \n  \nMom steepled her fingers, leaning in with her negotiation pose. \"Sweetie, as a realtor, I 'pimp' houses all the time.\"  \n  \n\"Oh jeez! It's worse when you say it.\" Penny buried her face in her hands. \"I know, as a mother, you've sworn an oath to make my life as awkward as possible, but this is playing dirty.\"  \n  \n\"Honey, don't be a prude.\" She patted her daughter's arm. \"You have something they want; they have something you want. It's simple.\"  \n  \n\"Mom! This isn't like selling your old DVDs.\"  \n  \n\"Oh, don't be dramatic, dear. They've agreed to come out here instead of you taking Bolt into the city, and anyway it's not like he won't enjoy it.\"  \n  \n\"They already committed?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\"Bolt's a famous, intelligent, purebred dog with a great temperament. Even if we don't have his pedigree, I'm surprised no one thought of this before.\"  \n  \n\"We're thinking about it now, and it's awful.\" Time. She needed time to regroup and make a plan. A plan where she wouldn't have to explain herself. \"Can we just talk about this some other time? I'm all discombobulated.\"  \n  \nMom stood, glancing back as she grabbed her purse and headed for the door. \"Well, don't take too long to think about it--the breeder's coming on Thursday.\"  \n  \n~ ~ ~  \n  \nSunday.  \n  \n\"I could say yes to one of those book deals.\"  \n  \n\"I don't know, dear. Do you really want to that much media attention again?\"  \n  \nA cold thrill gripped her heart. \"Yeah, you're probably right...\"  \n  \n~ ~ ~  \n  \nMonday.  \n  \n\"I could sign some copies of the DVD sets and sell them.\"  \n  \n\"Maybe, but considering what happened to the show after you left...\"  \n  \n\"You've got a point...\"  \n  \n~ ~ ~  \n  \nWednesday.  \n  \n\"He's never done this before. What if he's, like, traumatized?\"  \n  \nThe elder redhead quirked an eyebrow. \"Sweetie, you just told me a lot more about yourself than you think.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\"What?\" Realization dawned across Penny's face. \"Aww, Mom!\"  \n  \nWith a shake of her head, her mother sighed. \"You do live on a farm--you should really get used to this sort of thing. Besides, it isn't as if you're going to be asked to participate.\"  \n  \n\"I _know_.\" _That's the entire problem..._  \n  \n~ ~ ~  \n  \nThursday loomed.  \n  \nThe closer it got, the more difficult it would be. Like diverting an asteroid. _And this time we can't just fake our way through it with superbarks._  \n  \nThen, without fanfare, the day arrived.  \n  \nA compact SUV rolled into the driveway, followed by a sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach. She'd like to have hope, but she'd done enough reading to know about male dogs and pheromones.  \n  \nThe breeder got out, greeted by Mom. Handshakes and jokes. Finalizing the deal.  \n  \nWithin minutes, Mom and the breeder were chatting away in the living room, the female dog at their feet. Upon first meeting Bolt, that tail had starting wagging just a little too hard for the redhead's taste. The breeder, speaking through a thick mustache, rattled off a list of his dog's accomplishments: three time agility champion, twice a runner-up, she'd also won best in breed at several shows. Penny could think of another title to give her: homewrecker.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;The teenager sighed. _Okay, Penny. Stay cool. This isn't that dog's fault any more than it is Bolt's fault. If it's anyone's fault, it's yours for leaving that stupid book out and giving Mom ideas._  \n  \nThe redhead had to admit the dog had looks. Tan and black, the iconic image of a German Shepherd, complete with a bandit mask for stealing away beloved white doggies. Even worse, the intruding canine trotted from person to person with an amiable interest that made honest resentment impossible.  \n  \nBolt sat at attention by his person's side, or at least attempted to. Fidgeting and unfocused, he seemed more distracted with every breath. With a whine and a wiggle, he seemed torn between staying at her side or straying down to meet this new dog.   \n  \nAfter twenty minutes of talking about how impressed he'd been with Bolt's athleticism on the show and how it would be amazing for his line, the breeder, a tall man with greying temples, set down his coffee. \"Well, we're burning daylight. Suppose we'd better get down to it.\"  \n  \nPenny found her hand gripping Bolt's scruff and forced herself to let go. \"I'm gonna hang out here, if that's okay.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;Mom patted her shoulder. \"Sure, sweetie.\"  \n  \nThe breeder followed Mom toward the door, the dog at his heel. Bolt, however, sat still by his person's side, watching the events with curiosity.  \n  \nThe breeder paused, one hand on the doorframe. \"He should probably come with us.\"  \n  \nMom patted her knees. \"Here doggy. C'mon. Here!\"  \n  \nThrough all her whistling and calling, the white canine just scooched closer to the copper-haired teen.  \n  \nA moment passed, a sigh doing nothing to delay events. Without moving, Penny sighed: \"Bolt, back yard.\"  \n  \nWith reluctance, he left her side and trotted out the door.  \n  \nThe breeder let out a long, low whistle. \"Wow, talk about biddable.\"  \n  \nThe door shut as Penny hugged a pillow to her chest.\n\n[![Penny](http://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/preview?page=379954\u0026filename=SlateDragon+-+Waiting+-+small.jpg \"Penny\")](http://www.sofurry.com/view/379954)  \n~ ~ ~  \n  \nBolt romped around the back yard with the visiting dog. She seemed pretty interested in sniffing his hindquarters, which he permitted enough to be polite. Mittens claimed not to know why dogs did that.   \n  \nThe white canine bounded around her, impressed she could keep up. She zigged; she zagged; she zoomed. He cracked a smile. _So what's your name?_\n\n\u0026nbsp;She raced him around the barn. _Names don't matter, sweetheart._  \n  \nHe nodded, mulling that over as he jumped a wheel barrow. _Am I allowed to tell you my name?_  \n  \nThe other dog leapt over, not a breath behind. _I know who you are, Mr. Superdog. Watching you on TV, I never expected this day would come._  \n  \nHe trotted to a stop, panting. _Oh, well, I hope I meet your expectations._  \n  \n_Me too._ She looked him over with the craven desire Rhino surveyed the TV Guide channel.  \n  \nNot for the first time, a vague sense of missing something crept over Bolt.  \n  \nShe ambled closer. _Usually when we go do this, the guys are eager to get down to business._ Without warning, she pounced.  \n  \nBolt bounced back, yipping a laugh as she tackled him. Together, they rolled across the grass, her scent hitting him full-force for the first time. The scent, so different from Penny's and yet so the same, shot tingles through his body and blood rushing to more specific places. Before he could be overwhelmed, he hopped back to his feet.  \n  \nThe tan-and-brown canine smiled at the peeking tip of his erection. _Someone's a little excited._  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;Panting, the former superdog blushed. _Yeah, well, normally, I'm a tad more cool and collected. I'm just not sure what you're doing here and why my person is still inside the house._  \n  \nShe dismissed the thought with a gentle paw swipe. _Honey, nobody can explain why humans do anything._ Her head rubbed under his chin, with her rump against his side for emphasis. _My motives, though, are pretty straightforward._  \n  \n_Okay, so why are you here?_  \n  \nShe smiled, beaming reassurance his way. Her hips moved in a hypnotic way. _To get some superdog inside me._  \n  \nNose twitching, Bolt backed up against the house. _Oh. Well, I hate to break it to you, but I don't actually have powers._  \n  \n_My person said you might not have done this before._ She swung her rump around. Her tail swished under his chin, then over his nose on the return wag, giving him a good strong whiff.  \n  \nBolt shivered. Arousal arced down his neurons. Without his authorization, his nose drifted forward, on the trail of that scent led him back to her hindquarters.  \n  \nShe smiled back at him, pleased with her results. _For the record, that's what it smells like when a female wants your puppies._  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;_Puppies? How are puppies involved?_  \n  \n_Very funny, sweetheart._ Her brown eyes rolled. She turned her body around so her rump faced him again, then looked back. _Now would you please just hop on my back and we can get down to the fun part?_  \n  \nWhite ears shot up in realization. _With you?! But--but...!_  \n  \nThe female dog nuzzled close, her breath washing over his face, her scent clouding his brain. _Yes, with me._  \n  \nBolt gave a nervous laugh. _Isn't this the part where the scene cuts to us feeding pigeons and laughing or something?_  \n  \n_Look, Hollywood, I can tell by the second tail you've sprouted that you get the picture. What's the holdup?_  \n  \n_You want me to mount you?_  \n  \nShe pressed a tan paw between her eyes, rebuilding her composure. _What's the matter, stud? It's okay if you haven't done this before._  \n  \n_I-- Well-- Not without-- I will not fail in my mission due to your pretty flanks and nice smell!_  \n  \nThe tan and black canine tilted her head. _Ummm, I think you've got the whole idea a little backwards._  \n  \nBolt's mind zoomed, looking for ways out of the conversation without spilling classified information. _Listen, I'm flattered, but why did you come all this way just so I could do this? Don't you have a person?_  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;_Buddy, you make less and less sense the more I talk to you. I'm not here for tummy rubs. My person brought me out here so I could do this with you._ Her raised tail wagged. _Come on, hon... How else are we supposed to propagate the species?_  \n  \n_That's preposterous! I don't even know your name!_  \n  \n_Okay, I get it: you're sweet. But I'm not looking for your help raising them. Just hop up and you can get back to whatever it is you look like you want to run off to so badly._  \n  \nWith a steady exhalation of breath, Bolt steadied himself like he would before an intense maneuver. Ignoring his throbbing erection, he sat down. _I can't do this._  \n  \n_What?_ The female dog cocked an ear and an eyebrow.  \n  \n_It isn't going to happen._ He put his paw down. _I'm flattered by the offer, and you do smell...fantastic. But I'm afraid I'll to have to respectfully refuse this mission._  \n  \nShe gave a deep sigh and sat down, wincing with disappointment. _Have it your way, hot stuff. You're missing out, though. I guarantee I could make you drool._  \n  \nSome talk between the people. The mustached human leaned down and clipped a leash to her collar.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;She shrugged. _Sorry, stud, looks like you lost your chance. Maybe we can try this again when you figure out what that thing between your legs is for. Now if you'll excuse me..._ She trotted off with her person, leaving wisps of scent that sizzled in his brain. _I have to get back in my carrier and lick myself into a coma._  \n  \nBolt watched as her person led her back to the grey containment unit. _What a weird dog._  \n  \n~ ~ ~  \n  \nIdle anxiety had driven Penny to clean. The living room, the kitchen, Rhino's enclosure; the last a clear sign of her distress. Finding nothing else to take out her unease on, she collapsed on the sofa.  \n  \nThe creak of a screen door. Dusk light followed her mother as she leaned inside. \"Penny, dear, could you come out here a moment?\"  \n  \nThe teenager stood up and slogged through hopelessness to the back yard. \"I hope you don't expect me to have a command for this situation.\" _Because I can't do that one with clothes on._  \n  \nThe young woman braced herself for what she might see outside, but, instead of any carnal canine display, Bolt sat in the grass with his tail curled around him for modesty. His eyes brightened when she stepped outside, tail twitching a moment before he drew it back in front of his exposed tip. _Oh Bolty, did you two...?_ A tangle of feelings fought in her guts.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;Mom chattered away in the fading light as the breeder loaded the other dog into his hatchback.  \n  \nThe tall man's eyes locked on Penny, then flicked to Bolt. \"I was afraid of this.\" Furrowing his brow, he tried in vain to tame his bushy mustache. \"If a dog gets old enough without breeding, they sometimes aren't sure what to do.\"  \n  \nPenny's heart soared.  \n  \nMom clasped her hands, like she always did when unsure. \"What do we do now?\"  \n  \n\"We're not out of options.\" From his belt pouch, he pulled a latex tube apparatus. \"He's still pretty aroused, so we can collect the sample manually.\"  \n  \nMom's eyes widened at the collection equipment, smiling her way back to the house. \"Errr, well, I think I'll leave that in your experienced hands.\"   \n  \nAnother irrational chill raced between the beats of Penny's heart, until she realized Mom had meant the breeder's hands. By the time she turned around, the screen door clattered shut.   \n  \nA lick at her fingertips drew her glance down. Bolt had snuck up and positioned himself beside her leg. He looked up at her, dropping his ears in adoration.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\"I don't know how well this is going to work.\" The breeder gave an honest shrug, rubbing the nape of his neck the way people did when in desperate need of something non-awkward to do. \"He's a smart one, but he doesn't seem all that good with strangers. You, on the other hand...\" He half-offered her the kit.  \n  \nFaking a wince, she grabbed the tube between two fingers with her best disdainful teenager expression. _And the Emmy goes to..._  \n  \nThe breeder straightened his mustache with an awkward glance away. \"So you do know how...?\"  \n  \nA genuine blush rushed her face. \"Uhh, yeah, we have cable TV.\"  \n  \n\"Good.\" He noticed something very interesting about the front of his shoe, then nodded toward Bolt's rampant erection. \"He's still pretty riled up. Just collect the whole sample.\"  \n  \n\"Okay.\"  \n  \n\"As long as I get a litter out of this, you'll still get your fee.\"  \n  \n\"Cool...\" She glanced down at Bolt, who seemed be trying to puzzle out the situation. \"Ummm... Could I get a little...privacy?\"  \n  \nRelief slackened his posture. \"Sure, miss... I'll just...be by the car.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;Upon verifying both mom and the breeder had no line of sight, Penny leaned in, hands slipping under Bolt's stomach, gentle teeth nibbling at his ear...  \n  \n~ ~ ~  \n  \nUnlike fighting a machine-gun squid, comforting Penny wasn't difficult; it just required time. And cuddles.  \n  \nOn the sofa, Bolt snuggled further onto his person's lap. Soft hands stroked his fur. She still seemed upset, but, judging by the scritches around his ears and under his chin, his efforts were taking effect. The man and his dog had departed, taking their shaggy mustache and amazing smell with them.  \n  \nMittens pawed at the door an hour later, soon let in by Mom. Prowling in to the scene of cuddling, the cat opened her mouth to snark, then sniffed the air. _Whoa, whoa. Who's this dog in heat I'm smellin' all over the place?_ She sniffed his way. _Except on you. Of course. Just on all my stuff._  \n  \n_You know, Mittens, all that stuff with my powers might not have been real, but at least I knew how it worked._  \n  \n_Yeah, but so did Rhino..._  \n  \nThe white canine rested his chin on the crook of his person's arm. _I thought I had normal dog duties figured out, but then this dog shows up and she wants to play but then she doesn't and she smells amazing then she leaves and Penny and I went on this weird mission right there in the middle of the yard and now she's upset and I don't know why._  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;Mittens blinked. _Wait, Krypto. They brought some girl dog in here, hot to trot, and you're wonderin' why Penny's upset?_  \n  \n_That's another thing. Everyone keeps talking about heat and hotness. Should we have sprayed her with the hose to cool her down?_  \n  \n_I'm sure that crossed Penny's mind._  \n  \n_What was the objective here?_  \n  \n_My guess: puppies._  \n  \n_She said that too! Where are these puppies and how do they factor in?_  \n  \nMittens pressed a paw to her face. _Ugh! Bolt, she wanted to_ have _puppies. With you._  \n  \nBolt's brow furrowed as he scoured memories for context. _So if I sprayed her with water, she would have reproduced? Like in that movie Rhino likes?_  \n  \n_Not exactly._ The cat snickered.  \n  \n_Mittens, if you're not going to give me a straight answer, please go away. Penny is in need of some serious cuddling and I have no idea why._  \n  \n_I don't believe this..._ The feline rolled her green eyes, then turned tail and sauntered off. _I got an appointment with a ball of yarn. Gotta go._  \n  \nThe canine harrumphed, letting himself get lost in Penny's petting. _Cats..._  \n  \n~ ~ ~  \n  \nAfter Mom had gone to bed, long after any interesting shows concluded on the magic box, Penny whispered: \"Hey buddy...\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;Bolt's generous ears lifted, eyes opening. _Hmm?_  \n  \n\"Wanna head up to the loft?\"  \n  \nHis tail thudded against the sofa.  \n  \nShe giggled. \"Yeah, me too.\"  \n  \nStaying quiet, they slipped from the couch and out the back door. They covered the distance to the barn and up the ladder in record time. Penny eased the trap door closed, then flashed him a grin that made him feel like he wasn't wearing a collar.  \n  \nTime drifted like a summer breeze. Moonlight caressed Penny's nude form as her clothes fluttered to the floor. Bolt, powerless to do anything but watch and wag, sat beside their bed. With a shining smile, she swept him up in a hug.  \n  \nHe licked under her chin as she carried him to bed. His tail dangled against her bare hip. The superdog whimpered with joy.  \n  \nOnce under the covers, she made sure to get him atop her. The silver light of the loft shone on her freckled skin, her auburn hair. She tapped a playful finger on the nose. \"You're a weird dog.\"  \n  \nThe white canine smiled, wagging. _Yeah, I probably am..._  \n  \nHer arms slipped around him, squeezing him close. \"My weird dog.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;Enjoying her smooth skin against his body, he hugged her with his front legs. _Yours._  \n  \nTheir hearts beat together. His head tucked against her neck. She nuzzled his ear, breath hot against it, tongue hotter as it dragged along the inside.  \n  \nBolt gasped at the sensation, trembling against his person's athletic figure. His powerful hips ground against hers. His tail drummed between her knees. He licked her breasts, giving special attention to her stiffening nipples. His person often felt a little cold, no doubt from lack of fur. Good thing she warmed up when they played. Her scent teased his nose as he smiled down at her. _Oh, wow, Penny. You smell even better than she did._  \n  \nStrong paws slipped around her body, cradling her against his powerful frame. His paw pads trailed down her flank, exploring familiar curves. Draping his front legs over her hips, he lifted her against his erection. Her mons cushioned the leaky tip of his dick, thin trickles of precum dripping into well-groomed pubic hair.  \n  \nFrom where she lay on soft sheets, she delivered a slow scritch to the base of his ear as her fingers closed around his stiffening cock. With familiar ease, she guided his tip to her slit. Bolt shivered at the wet heat. It didn't matter that they'd done this a thousand times; with her breath warming his ears, her scent swathing his nose, her moonlit smile setting his heart aglow, he knew nothing, no one, could feel better than his person.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;Letting weight settle on his hips, he pressed inside her. A single gasp from Penny, a single grip of her hands on his shoulders as her passage welcomed him. Every tremble, every heartbeat, they shared, her freckled arms resting against his ivory-furred front legs.  \n  \nBolt took his time. His strokes, slow and deep, let her hips rock and jostle, grinding her clit against his thick canine shaft. His sheath bunched against her lips, his balls brushing her rump.  \n  \nA delicate hand traced through his chest fur. In her eyes glimmered tears in the moonlight, above a loving smile. Under him, her hips fell and lifted along his length.  \n  \nHe rode her gentle bucks back at her. _My person needs this. Needs me._ The thought set a sway to his tail, a wag not even the bedsheets could stop. The added motion leant his hips a subtle side-to-side action, eliciting deeper moans from his person.  \n  \nShe squeezed him close, knowing every inch of her dog by heart, ankles crossing above his tail, stiff nipples brushing through his fur to the tender skin beneath. Her eyes shut, lips pressed together in pleasure as her hips rolled with his. \"Ohhh, Bolt. That girl dog doesn't know what she's missing.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;His chin settled to the curve of her shoulder. Sleek red hair tickled his nose, and, smiling against her throat, he felt her heartbeat against the corner of his mouth. A deep breath of her scent, then he began thrusting again. His back legs scrambled under the blankets, searching for the best stance to slip into her.  \n  \n\"One--one second, buddy.\"  \n  \nThrusts slowed to a stop. He glanced a question to her.  \n  \nHer heels left his back, replaced by a steadying hand. A moment passed. Breasts compressed by his weight and her wanting, her chest rose and fell under his. Penny grabbed a spare pillow, then arching against the bed, she lifted him with her and slid it under her back. The whole time, her touch on his hindquarters keep him pressed inside her.  \n  \nA tiny nod from her signaled clearance to continue. He resumed his maneuvers, eyes closed, muzzle forward with a smile. Thrusts came easier with her hips elevated like that. Bolt grinned with pride, finding a rhythm into her. _Penny has the best tricks._  \n  \nHis person's mouth hung open, panting. Her fair skin shone, starlit and fragrant. Those pretty breasts swayed with his every thrust. Stammered affection complimented the slick sounds of their lovemaking. \"Oh, Bolt... Oh... Mmmmf!\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;Riding each rise of her hips, the shepherd sunk deep, hilting in her most intimate regions. Before he even realized, his knot swelled, secure in her folds. The slim human tensed under him, even as a gasp of incredible relief escaped her lips.  \n  \nAs her body shuddered, his answered with surges of pleasure up his member. Her walls kneaded him, milking hot semen from his body into hers. She drew him into a kiss, orgasmic moans reverberating in his mouth.\n\n[![Bolt and Penny](http://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/preview?page=379955\u0026filename=SlateDragon+-+Better+than+Ever+-+small.jpg \"Bolt and Penny\")](http://www.sofurry.com/view/379955)  \nShe held him, rejoicing at every spurt of canine cream in her. His balls jumped against her slick skin, his cock pulsing his love against her every surface.  \n  \nWhen the spurts ebbed to dribbles and then to nothing, he slacked atop her. Still she held her boy, still stroking his back. A quiet giggle sparkled in the dark. Whispering lips met his ear. \"I'm your girl, Bolty. Yours and nobody else's.\"  \n  \nBolt whimpered with joy at her words, his cock buried deep in her soft folds. Nose nuzzled under her chin, he drank in the scent of her clean sweat, of her undiluted joy at their mission together. With one ear pressed above her breasts, he listened as her heartbeat slowed. Cloaked in bedsheets and night, held safe in her arms, the former superdog relaxed, soaking up the moment with his treasured person.\n\n\u0026nbsp;~ ~ ~  \n  \nA week later, Penny lay under the dashboard of her new transport unit, installing a shiny black device in the sun-bleached control panel. Various lights and readouts blinked and flickered as her dog watched. Summer sun heated the gravel, but the dog sat in patient attentiveness.  \n  \nA delicate hand reached from the shade of the console. \"Phillips screwdriver, buddy.\"  \n  \nThe superdog nosed through the toolbox, selecting the correct implement and, wondering who Phillip was and if he minded everyone borrowing his tools, deposited it in Penny's grasp.  \n  \nShe took it, then tousled his ears. \"Aww, who's the best doggy ever?\"  \n  \n_Umm..._ He ducked his head, gaze drifting up to her. _I don't know if I'm actually qualified to say..._  \n  \nA grin and more scritches. \"Huh? Who is?\"  \n  \nThe white canine shrugged, wagging a little. _It's me, isn't it?_  \n  \n\"Yeah, ya are.\" Pride shone in her brown eyes, welling up in his chest until he felt like the best dog ever. Long after she slid back under the dash to keep working, a warm glow filled him, having nothing to do with the sunlight.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;Mittens draped over the roof of the vehicle, tail curling like a question mark. _What, so you're a mechanic now?_  \n  \n_My person is connecting the transport to satellites. I'm just handing her tools._  \n  \nThe cat rolled to her back, luxuriating in the illumination. _Just so long as she keeps parkin' it in the sun for me to sleep on, I'm happy._  \n  \n_She wanted to show me how it works, so we might be driving it._  \n  \nThe black and white feline glanced down, incredulous. _Seriously, pooch, you've ridden in cars like a million times. What could possibly be so different about this one?_  \n  \n_Well, she mentioned something about the backseat, but--_  \n  \n_Aaaaaaaand I'm now findin' a new place to nap._ She pattered down the windshield and hopped off.  \n  \nBolt turned to watch her saunter away. _Mittens! What does that mean?_  \n  \n_Oh, I'm sure you'll find out._  \n  \n~ ~ ~  \n  \nThis story idea has been floating around in my notes since the beginning of the series. Wow, 15 chapters, over 70,000 words--I never imagined the series getting this massive. :) Thank you to all my amazing fans--I hope you enjoy the new chapter!  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;Art: Slatedragon  \nEdits: Kenket, Mittens, Carlminez, Vendetta, SillyNeko345  \n  \n-Tempo  \n  \n_Hey! Any of you who are about to complain about there_ still _not being enough Bolt and Penny, go read Tempo's other stories!   \n[http://tempo321.sofurry.com](http://tempo321.sofurry.com)  \n-Mittens_     \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Fun with Bolt and Penny","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/343837-fun-with-bolt-and-penny-14-good-girl.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/437056-fun-with-bolt-and-penny-16-having-relations.json"}}