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As his last superbark continued to resonate deep within the labyrinthine storm-sewer tunnels of Calico's weapons research facility, Bolt felt a sense of gratification as it slowly faded into silence. He inhaled deeply, relaxing his stance as the only audible sound became the sloshing of the shallow water in the bottom of the dark tunnel, having been greatly upset by his forceful voice. The water coursed to and fro in crests, sliding up and down Bolt's arms and legs, and occasionally even brushing his belly.

He felt the familiar hand of his person grasp his wet side as she knelt down and pressed her cheek closely next to his.

"Mission accomplished!" she declared triumphantly as the camera flash activated. Bolt blinked his unadjusted eyes uncomfortably as the bright flash briefly illuminated the tunnel, but his wet body was momentarily swept out of the water. Bolt licked his person's nose affectionately as she held him to her chest, making her giggle. She raised the undeveloped photo she had taken and tapped his nose playfully. "You're my good boy..." she cooed as she waded forwards through the shallow water.

Bolt rested his wet, exhausted chin over Penny's shoulder as she carried him. His chest would always swell with pride and love whenever she told him that... and it had never changed ever since the first time she said it when she had adopted him. It served to remind him exactly what he was fighting for.

He scanned the tunnel, making absolutely sure there were no stragglers waiting. He could almost call the events of the day by name now that he had been fighting for so long. The enemy had never struck after Penny took her picture, but to let his guard down just because of a long-standing trend would be foolish and irresponsible. Even so, he failed to stifle a yawn as he was carried up a steel ladder. Now, they would exit the sewer, and would instantly be met with the convenient sight of the recovery unit, ready and waiting.

Not surprisingly, as Bolt's vision rose above the rim of the porthole, there it was. As expected, without fail. Bolt rejoiced at the bright sun, as it relieved his eyes from darkness and cast warmth over his cold, soaked fur. He relished the thought of his trailer as it grew bigger in his vision. Food bowls. Mr. Carrot. Soft bed. Rest.

Of course, he couldn't get but too comfortable, if he was to remain vigilant. He would have considered this kind of thinking dangerous, but the truth was... evil had never struck when he was in his trailer, even as he continued to keep his ears perky at all times. Exhausting and boring as it was, unconditional vigilance was absolutely called for.

Bolt scanned over Penny's shoulder one last time as she climbed the stairwell into the safety of their trailer, confirming that they were not being followed. Once penny set him on the floor, he immediately shook, his ears flapping and coat quaking, spraying water over every nearby surface.

"Jeez, buddy!" Penny flinched away from the spray as she pulled the door around... though she was already soaked as well. She stepped in, made her way to a particular cabinet where she found a dry change of clothes, and began to change into them.

Meanwhile, Bolt curled up on the sofa, waiting as Penny slipped into her new pants. His tail drummed lightly against the cushion. Once again, it was his favorite part of the day- Penny time. No bad guys. No shooting. No explosions. Every moment that he fought evil, beneath it all, he consistently relished this very moment of every day.

Once Penny had finally pulled her shirt on, she was tickled by those reverent, deep brown eyes, waiting.

"Hey, buddy," she cooed adoringly, sitting next to him and tousling his ears. Bolt yipped at her and rolled over on his back, laying his head on his beloved person's lap as she stroked his neck. He gently lapped at her arm as she scritched.

In a painfully routine day, this was one part which he never tired of. Everything Bolt did, all the crap that he went through every single day, meant nothing to him. In the end, it all culminated with his wonderful Penny.

Bolt allowed his eyes to fall shut in bliss as Penny caressed his face, soaking up every moment he could spend with her. In spite of his powers, he knew that her touch had such profound effects on him which nothing else in the world could elicit, and his breath had already become relaxed, soft, and slow. Gradually, his tail lost vigor, eventually becoming slack and laying idle on the seat...

As always, Bolt woke to silence. He felt his blood begin to rush back into his side as he rolled onto his belly and opened his eyes. Reaching his paws as far across the sofa as he could, he lifted his rump to the ceiling as he popped his spine. He stretched his jaw wide open, his deep yawn whining at the back of his throat. Once finished stretching, he gave his muscles slack, collapsing back down on his side.

As always, Bolt would spend his next period alone. He had no means of keeping time, other than his grasp for routine events. He could feel it when Penny's return drew nigh, but it would be a long time. For now- he was alone. Again. With nothing to do, but wait.

Bolt sighed deeply through his nose. As usual, the interior of his home was blanketed by a sleepy blue glow, pouring in through the open moonroof. Penny always turned the overhead light off before she left. Bolt's eyes drifted to the floor, where his food dish had been graciously filled- not that he felt like eating yet. On the vinyl under his muzzle, his lips felt a warm, damp spot where his moist canine nose had rested.

He looked down his slender body, past his chest, and was not perturbed in the least to see the first two inches of his moist, healthy red member peeking out from its fuzzy home, the chisel tip glistening in the cool blue light, contrasting deeply with his immaculately white belly.

Bolt stared at it idly. He ran one of his neatly trimmed nails down the underside, causing it to pulse and swell to a slightly larger size, although he felt in no huge hurry to take care of it. Like usual, he felt... lazy. Uncompelled to move.

He wrapped his pads around his package, part of his paw grasping his shaft through his sheath, the other part grazing along the sensitive flesh, itself. Very subtly, he rolled his paw back and forth, sliding his sheath down the shaft as it grew and brushed against his pawpads, feeling out the contours of the familiar flesh. He enjoyed the slight pulses of pressure that tickled and coursed through his loins, causing him to drool pre over the vinyl sofa as a firm knot began to form within his swollen sheath.

Now feeling a bit more motivated, he removed his paw before rolling his hips over the edge of the seat, toppling onto the linoleum below. He quickly padded to one end of the trailer, his member weighty with blood and bobbing as he trotted. There, he found a particular cabinet. Nosing the cupboard open, he found what he had come for- a single, disorganized pile of magazines, all of which titled "Dog Fancy." Choosing one at random, Bolt took it in his front teeth and yanked it out of the cabinet, kicking the door shut with a hind paw as he spun around and trotted for the other end of his modest home.

In the corner, below countless hanging photos of him with his person, lay his soft bed- exclusively his, and surrounded by his small arsenal of toys. Bolt laid the magazine in front of the large cushion, before stepping over the short fabric wall. He spun around, compressing the soft material with his paws before plopping onto his stomach.

Bolt hung his chin over the edge of the enclosed bed as he reached out, sliding the magazine cover aside. As he nonchalantly flicked through the slick pages, he gently ran the back of his furry digits on his other paw over his bright red shaft, keeping it relatively hard while he browsed for a worthy subject.

He didn't have to browse for long before he found a nice-looking female husky in a shampoo ad. Luscious, full, bushy coat, deep haunches, slender visage, and, as Bolt was tickled to see, collarless.

Bolt started to fondle his doghood more firmly as he began to soak in the pretty dog in front of him. She looked so wild, yet so kempt. She stood in a wide stance, facing forward and diagonal towards the viewer, with her long, full tail curling into the air behind her and showcasing its kempt, bushy fur- much like that of Bolt's own tail. Although the dog's rump faced backwards, Bolt could still imagine the treasures that lay under that luxurious tail. With his cock steadily extending with arousal, Bolt felt the tip graze against the soft fabric underneath him as the swollen bulb remained in his sheath, straining to free itself.

Flicking his ears about and looking down at his doghood, Bolt decided on what he would do. He slid his tongue along his lips and whiskers, slickening them before curling inwards and taking the tapered end of his bright red erection between his tongue and the roof of his mouth. He swirled his tongue, tasting his own familiar essence. He muscled his tongue further out, sliding it down along the girth towards his knot, which had finally snapped out of the fuzzy protective skin. His left arm extended outwards across the fabric to support his tightly curled position, while his right draped idly over his back. With his girth swelling in his jaw, Bolt pushed his muzzle further down on the shaft, popping the vertebrae in his neck as the tip of his throbbing member tickled the back of his maw.

He began to yowl softly as he normally did when he masturbated, his pleasured vocals somewhat muffled and choked by the swollen appendage stuffed inside his mouth. The tip of his long canine tongue daubed at the engorged bulb at the base of his shaft, while he gagged slightly on the shaft itself. Each gag caused him to squeeze the sensitive tip of his phallus with the base of his strong tongue and provoked sharp surges of sensation to travel into his reproductive system.

The physically taxing nature of his daily job served to help Bolt greatly when it came to deep-throating himself. His body had become not only agile, but also flexible, and malleable to a decent extent. After years of fighting, he seemed to have not much difficulty in curling onto his own doghood when the time came. Bolt began to gently roll his hips, his canine knot stretching his lips slightly as it grazed against his teeth. His muzzle may have been completely filled with his own girth, but in his imagination, the long tail of the beautiful husky in the article batted around between his ears as he buried his face in her warm folds... With his snout inside her, he pushed his tongue deeper still, hungrily dragging it along every fleshy surface it could find as Bolt's face was drenched in the husky's fluids. Some ran down his chin and dribbled over his paws, while he sucked up a large quantity for himself as the female's body tensed, clenching around Bolt's muzzle. He yarled into the dog in appreciation for the unique flavor...

Bolt was brought halfway back to reality when something clicked in his loins, sending him into a different mode. Suddenly, the lower half of his body was wracked with the tickling, tingling waves of imminent sexual gratification which he knew all too well. As pressure raced to the tip of his cock and then back again, his knot suddenly swelled to its full size against his teeth, and he began thrusting more forcefully into his stretched maw, his peak directly in his sights. He began to whimper... His hind paws curled and brushed against his neck fur as he buried his face deep within his loins. Finally, Bolt opened his mouth as wide as it would go, sinking his hips even more, until his knot squeezed past his front teeth. It locked in behind them and pressed Bolt's cocktip to the back of his throat, nearly cutting off his oxygen supply. At this point, unable to yelp, Bolt choked a squeal past his nose as his climax approached at breakneck speed. He humped vigorously, tapping the back of his throat as his knot tugged on his teeth. At last, semen began to collect at the base of his member, gaining more and more pressure, before finally rocketing forth in spurts of pleasure, spraying his throat and making him gag. As he gagged, the base of his tongue hiked up and scrubbed at his tip, milking him harder. Now unable to breathe, Bolt pulled his head back, sliding his teeth back past his knot and removing his shaft from his gullet as it continued to shoot it's load, now bobbing and shooting across Bolt's doggy bed, the thick fluid clinging to the soft fabric. Meanwhile, Bolt wrinkled his nose and whiskers and flicked his ears back, before opening wide and yacking the first part of his sticky load onto the bed in front of him.

As quickly as it had set in, Bolt's climax faded away, leaving him sated. The tip of his throbbing erection rested idly on the fabric of his pad, slick with a slurry of his own saliva and cum. As leftover fluid continued to leak from the end, Bolt lapped up the semen which he had just gagged on, scrubbing the soiled fabric with his tongue and cleaning it to the best of his ability, before moving back to his spent member, suckling his coated chisel-tip. As always, with his routine masturbation out of the way, he was left with even less to keep him occupied until the next day... So as always, his mind began to wander.

As Bolt continued to clean his mess from his doggy bed, he wondered if humans could smell what he could smell... to the naked eye, the cushion was clean and soft, but in between the occasional times when Penny would take it for a night and bring it back the next day, it would always retain the potent scent of male musk and fluids... Could penny make that out? Not that it mattered terribly. Besides, the only erogenous scent which he was familiar with was his own, regretfully. Protecting Penny was his sole purpose... he couldn't have time for such extraneous activities as sex. Bolt didn't really know what a female would taste like... Still, that didn't keep him from fantasizing about it. He could still imagine.

In one corner of his bed, waiting patiently for playtime, laid Mr. Carrot- Bolt's only other friend aside from Penny. It was really nice to have a buddy who, unlike his person, didn't constantly require vigilant protection. Mr. Carrot was content to simply live in Bolt's trailer... and wait for playtime. He provided a nice escape from rationality when Bolt took him in his teeth... squeaking away, until Bolt forgot about the real world. Mr. Carrot didn't judge. He wasn't a fair-weather friend- He was always friendly, perky and squeaky, rain or shine, and always willing to offer a squeak of comfort or two when Bolt felt blue...

His tail wagging, Bolt greeted Mr. Carrot by taking him between his paws, biting the end. _Squeak. _ Bolt gnawed lower towards the green leaves. _Squeak. Squeak. _ As Mr. Carrot squeaked at him, Bolt thought.

Bolt's erection had already halfway retracted inside him... it always quickly lost interest in anything after it blew its load, which was a bit disappointing. At this point, getting his rocks off was just another part of Bolt's routine, regretfully. Squeak. Through the past couple of years, Bolt could remember when he had first discovered the wonders of the unique organs between his legs. He had discovered that when rubbing them in certain places in the right way, they could produce very unique feelings. Later, to his pleasant astonishment, he was blown away when he discovered that these feelings could often culminate in something huge. Something incredible. Something wonderful. Squeak. Though unfortunately, those immense feelings had become routine, and, Bolt was saddened to admit, dull. _Squeak squeak. _ Anticlimactic.

_Squeak. _ Hmmm... Maybe it was time for a change. How? Well, that was the million-dollar question. Something, obviously, since what he so often did had long since grown stale. What was there to be done differently?

Squeak. Males? Bolt had never thought about that before... He was pretty sure two males couldn't have pups, unless he was mistaken... Could males be engaged in an intimate relationship, though? Well, there's no reason they couldn't, right? If they were attracted to each other? Yeah... It was definitely a valid thought. Bolt mulled over this issue more deeply as he chewed. He had to wonder... what could two males possibly do with each other? Squeak. Squeak. Squeak squeak.

It dawned on him as if he had known all along. Bolt paused. The tip of Mr. Carrot pointed directly at his nose as he stared down the length of his slobbery, oblong toy. Now Bolt saw him in a compelling new light. As if to illustrate thought with his eyes, he glanced backwards, towards his tail. Suddenly he was struck with a ridiculous, goofy grin as his mind wandered into a place he wouldn't have expected it to. He flicked his ears about at the sudden absurdity of his thought.

No way. That was just... crazy. Or was it? Bolt glanced pensively back at his hindquarters. If a male were to mount another male from behind, where else would he mount?

Bolt understood that he was uneducated on such matters, preoccupied as he was, so he had no idea what kind of credibility these kinds of thoughts had. Squeak. But... what harm could there be in experimenting?

Bolt grinned down at his friend, silly, lecherously, and perhaps... excitedly.

The next day moved slowly. Very slowly. Bolt couldn't remember such a slow day. Then again, he couldn't remember the last time he was so excited about something.

Bolt took care not to let his excitement cloud his sensibilities as he carried out his mission with Penny. Occasionally he would catch his mind wandering off, dreaming about what could possibly happen later in the day, but he quickly re-harnessed it.

Still, the day just couldn't end quick enough... as restless and excited as Bolt was. He also seemed to have a bit of a problem with hiding his excitement. That day, his cherry-red tapered tip just didn't seem content to stay hidden away, instead insisting on peeking out between his thighs in anxious anticipation as he hurled himself through the air.

Just when it felt like it would never come, the moment came when Penny reached around and grabbed his cheek, followed by the flash of her Polaroid. Once again, she swept him up and began wading through the day's carnage. Finally. Bolt wagged his tail as he affectionately flicked his tongue over Penny's earlobe.

Not for the first time during the course of the day, Bolt thought ahead with eager anticipation to the events that would take place in the privacy of his trailer... his heart leapt and began to beat more vigorously in excitement, pumping blood into more specific parts of his body. Bolt shifted uncomfortably in Penny's arms as he could feel his sheath swelling and stiffening against her, to his slight chagrin. He heard her giggle.

"Jeez, what in the world's got you so friggin' riled up today, boy?" she chortled. Bolt grinned sheepishly over her shoulder, ears falling against his head as he blushed under his fur. "Don't worry, I'll be out of your fur before long, buddy," laughed Penny jestingly as she opened the trailer and scratched his head, eliciting a low canine purr from Bolt's nose.

As always, Bolt didn't wish for Penny to leave, but he had intentionally refrained from self-pleasure that morning. He had been saving up his sex-drive since the night before, for good reason. He couldn't keep his tail still as Penny carried him into his trailer. He almost immediately met eyes with Mr. Carrot, waiting patiently for him in the corner as he was gently set down on the sofa.

He laid his chin over his paws, his tail thwapping against the vinyl seat as he continued to watch his orange buddy with eager eyes. Oh, how he enjoyed the idea of exploring something so unexplored, so strange, and so outside his dull, tedious routine such as-

His train of thought was suddenly snuffed when he felt a familiar pair of hands grasp behind his arms, hoisting him up and backwards. The lower half of his body came out in front of him as he was brought onto his back against the body of his person, her arms locking tightly under his elbows as she nuzzled his cheek, making his tail thump again.

"I have to go, buddy." Penny spoke softly into his ear as she made the announcement. Bolt whined in protest, but was silenced as he was squeezed even more tightly. "I love you," Penny cooed apologetically before kissing his neck. She held him against her for a few more seconds, obviously not wishing to part, before standing as she eased him down onto the seat. With that, she turned on her heel and alighted from the room, flicking the light off and swinging the door shut behind her as Bolt sat and watched her, cloaked in familiar blue glow.

Penny was gone... again. The reason Bolt loved dozing off in her arms was because watching her leave was the hardest part of his day... always.

Tonight, however, that pang of depression was quickly replaced by the spirit-kicking sense of excitement that had been harassing him relentlessly for the entirety of the day. Now, the moment he had anticipated for so long had arrived at long last.

Bolt practically leapt from where he laid on his sofa, yipping softly as he landed, his nails clicking as they hit the linoleum. With Mr. Carrot in his sights, he bounded forward across the floor, and pounced onto his bed, where he eagerly greeted his old friend by knocking him into the air with his nose, bringing his sharp canine teeth down on him in mid-air and squeezing out an airy, high-pitched squeek. After shaking him around a bit, Bolt circled rapidly and lay down against the wall, continuing to gnaw fervently. Bolt held the carrot's green leaves between his paws like always, and proceeded to chew on the tip (squeak) through the corners of his mouth, cycling around a bit to be sure none of his molars were left out. Then Bolt came to terms with the reality he had tried to avoid throughout the day for the sake of excitement- as it was, the concept was absurd. The experiment was just as likely, if not more likely to disappoint him than it was to produce stellar results. But, Bolt had allowed himself to become irrationally excited, even if for nothing more than the natural attraction to different (ridiculous) ideas. He figured he at least had the right tools, anyway- Mr. Carrot was molded from a nice, firm, yet somewhat supple rubber. He was firm, yet soft, and easily compressed by Bolt's teeth... very much like Bolt's own canine penis... ...Bolt ceased chewing. He lifted his head and looked down at the toy between his paws, feeling as if yet another obvious revelation had suddenly dawned on him. Intrigued, Bolt stared down the length of the rubber carrot pensively. After considering it for a moment, Bolt again lowered his head onto his toy... Only this time, instead of taking the tip in his molars, he slowly slipped the entire length past his lips, taking special care not to bite it this time. The tip of his tongue rested over his bottom teeth as he allowed it to caress the length of the rubber. He sunk his head down until his muzzle almost reached the rubber leaves where the tip tapped his throat, before slowly slipping back upwards. Bolt didn't completely withdraw, instead stopping where the frontal section of his tongue was grazed by the toy's end, before pushing downwards again. He repeated this motion several times with a slight, gradual increase in speed, eventually falling into a rhythm. All the while, he swirled his tongue firmly against the fake flesh, coaxing pleasured squeaks from the recipient, and allowed the tapered end to graze against the ridges on the roof of his mouth. Bolt pleasured his toy just as he would pleasure himself- or another male dog... and amazingly, as clearly indicated by the moist, red inch that had slipped past the confines of Bolt's sheath, the fake cock acted as a rather acceptable substitute. All Bolt needed was a bit of imagination, and he was off. At the moment, his recipient took the form of a generic male canine without any real distinctions, but it was enough. Arousal began to permeate his blood, his heart pounding a bit as he zealously bobbed his head over the swollen flesh. The other dog flexed his paws in appreciation as Bolt's black canine lips repeatedly pressed against his hard knot. Bolt's swift and skillful tonguework was soon to be rewarded with tangy, tasty fluids, which were immediately smeared over the other dog's entire length as Bolt's wet maw swiped them from the tip. Whether it was expected or not, the idea of pleasuring another male besides himself in such an intimate fashion created tingly, libidinous feelings inside Bolt, the scale of which he hadn't experienced in a long time. Every wave of lust and arousal that rolled through his torso excited him more and more. Bolt's experiment hadn't even really begun and he was already getting results WAY beyond what he had hoped for. Simply fantasizing about suckling another boy dog had tickled him out of his sheath all the way to the knot, the shape of which could be seen through its fuzzy protective home. Amazingly, he hadn't even received any direct physical stimulation. Well, as much as he was enjoying himself, Bolt knew that he could only get so far without real stimulation, so he might as well move on with the procedures. He withdrew his lips from the toy, a thin string of slobber spanning lewdly from his bottom lip to the end of the rubber carrot, which now held a slick, glossy sheen in the dimly lit room. Swallowing the flood of saliva that he had naturally produced, Bolt tried to figure the best way to go about the next step. His eyes swept towards his tail, probing around for a possible solution. Bolt still swore by the silliness of his own crazy ideas, but he figured if he were to do it, there really was only one way to do it. Well... possibly more, but there's nothing wrong with taking things one step at a time.

Firstly, Bolt needed to find a suitable position, obviously... one that wasn't terribly uncomfortable or acrobatic, that still allowed for good access. As he thought, Bolt's imagination found quite a few possibilities, but he figured the first one he had imagined stuck with him the best- might as well start with that one. In any case, if something were to happen, it would, Bolt figured.

He allowed Mr. Carrot to rest for a minute while he hoisted himself into position. He rolled over on his back, scooting backwards a bit until his ears smushed against the wall, which he propped his spine against. He allowed the small of his back to fit loosely to the angle that the wall formed with the floor, perhaps sitting as much like a human as a dog could manage. His hind paws hung idle in the air above his rounded thighs, his neatly trimmed nails pointing at the wall over his head. Between his ankles, the tip of Bolt's bushy tail waved ever so slightly from side to side. With his hind legs and paws acting as a sort of picture frame, Bolt got a pretty nice view of his lower body from this hunched position.

A wave of irrational, yet natural apprehension suddenly washed over him as he hunched his shoulders forward, reaching for his rubber toy. He pawed it towards him until it rested parallel with the base of his tail, which he lowered towards the floor tentatively to allow for easier access.

Bolt blushed a bit under his fur, even in the privacy of his own trailer. Feeling utterly ridiculous, albeit significantly aroused, he pawed the toy into position. As it rubbed across the underside of the innermost part of his floofy tail, Bolt felt a strange jolt, beginning in the base of his tail and making all of the muscles in his lower body suddenly contract. He gasped a bit- This could be... interesting.

Acting on impulse, egged on by his surprising reaction to contact with that rarely touched area of his tail, Bolt shoved his paw inward, causing the tip of the toy to suddenly slam and grind into his virgin entrance. He yapped sharply in surprise, shockwaves rocking his body as the saliva-slathered tip assaulted him for the first time. Once again, he blushed awkwardly with his own actions, but received an unlikely sense of pleasure as the cold, wet, and brand-new sensation captivated him. Eager to continue, Bolt attempted to press his carrot in deeper, but he couldn't seem to get his muscles to allow the intruder. The harder he tried to penetrate himself, the harder his muscles seemed to involuntarily contract and clench.

It would seem that even I can't best my supernormal muscular capacity in some cases... but for every problem, there was a solution. If my muscles don't want to cooperate, I guess I'll just have to sneak up on them...

Bolt sighed deeply through his nose and shut his lids, attempting to forget about what he was trying to accomplish, just for a moment. He tried to imagine being elsewhere...

Egypt. The desert expanded in every direction around him, the blank horizon broken only by three pyramids, which looked tiny from this distance. Bolt squinted at them, trying to focus on them as the pale desert sand reflected sunlight into his face from all directions, and as the potent, yet arid wind stung his eyes. The sand saturated the fur on his legs as it swirled at his ankles and paws, manipulated by-

A canine squeal burst through Bolt's muzzle. In his absence, Bolt had sensed an opening, and immediately used the opportunity to pound his rubber toy nearly halfway into himself. His hind paws flexed and curled towards his wincing face as he experienced a sort of searing pain where Mr. Carrot had penetrated. However, looking past that, the completely foreign feeling that the intruder had inspired sent much of his fur on end, and caused his ears to flatten as a sort of tickled pressure rippled throughout his entire body, even through his limbs.

He rode these strange waves happily as he allowed himself to adjust to the now-ebbing pressure in his tail. Slowly, the burning within him faded, eventually leaving behind only pressure, which Bolt found was just as enjoyable as anything else. He found he thoroughly enjoyed the stretching he received just as well as he enjoyed a nice, post-snooze morning stretch. He almost felt like he could possibly curl up and nap comfortably with the new sensation, but that's not what he wanted. Refocusing, Bolt figured that fantasizing could possibly take this to the next level...

The rubber toy in Bolt's paw quickly changed form- a nice, hot pinkish red rod was now lodged snugly halfway inside him, much like his own and possibly just as happy to have Bolt around it as Bolt was to be around it- its swollen knot waited at its base.

An unexpected fountain of lust suddenly sprouted inside Bolt's chest, causing the shaft's owner to harshly pound in all the way to the knot, dragging slowly and painfully along Bolt's insides and forcing a loud, moaning yowl from his lungs.

As quickly as it sunk in, the large canine phallus yanked back outward, leaving a wave of compression in its wake that made Bolt's own sizable member convulse a few times. Wasting no time, the mass forced itself back in, heedless to Bolt's unadjusted condition.

A strange, soft, yet highly compulsive and hypnotic voice in Bolt's head told him to spear himself for all he was worth, to the end, no matter how it hurt. The same voice also told Bolt that he enjoyed it profoundly- as proven by the splotch on his tummy that had oozed forth from his twitching, fully erect canine member...

He obeyed. The abstract dog above him pumped relentlessly, but even so, the heated pain gradually disappeared from his bowels. Bolt leaned his head against the wall, closing his eyes and huffing heavily, inflating his lips slightly as his ears danced around comically from the frequent electric waves that tickled his muscles. Every few huffs, a pleasured wuff would escape through his lips.

Soon, Bolt's own hips began to pulse subtly as moving his toy became a bit easier. His doghood waggled about, slinging light strings of clear fluid all across his tummy fur. Bolt received a burning urge to paw himself off... but retained the will to resist. This wasn't time for pawing- this was tail-time, as he coined it cleverly. Refocusing, Bolt sunk deeper into his imagination.

Bolt's pleasure-addled mind began to float, freely producing more detailed fantasies, the rhythmic squeaking from the toy in his tail gradually fading away from his attention. Instead, in place of a toy, Bolt looked down his chest and saw the swollen, spherical bulb of a beautiful German Shepherd, whose neat tan fur flowed elegantly into black across his thighs. Bolt's vision was filled with the strong, sturdy chest of the canine on top of him as he was vigorously humped into and stretched wide. His balls bounced back and forth with every graceful stroke of the shepherd's hips, and his member twitched happily, drooling clear, viscous liquid across his white belly in appreciation for the feeling of another male's doghood buried deeply inside him. Bolt writhed at the intense sensations, at times hugging the larger shepherd's flanks with his hind paws. Every time the hard length pounded into him, it would send jolts of intense energy up through his entire torso, which escaped through his muzzle in the form of panting moans and yarls...

Without warning, and completely unforeseen, he was jerked harshly back to reality when Mr. Carrot struck something deep within his bowels. Bolt gasped sharply as the sensations squeezed a shrill yelp from his muzzle, which actually stretched into a loud, lengthy, lusty and pleasantly astounded "RrrrrrOWWWWLL!" towards the sky as his tail twitched and convulsed, his eyes clamped shut, and his ears flattened. A completely foreign, unprecedented, and cosmically intense feeling swept him up and squeezed his helpless body, compelling him to slam his paw forcefully against his rump with a SQUEEK, forcing his toy deeper in order to continue to find that one sweet spot he had discovered. The pressure in his rump had suddenly shot directly through to his now spastic member. Every jab from Mr. Carrot's tip hammered shockwaves of pressure from deep within his gut, outwards towards the tip of his phallus. Bolt struggled to hold onto his breath as he felt like his insides would explode, leaving nothing left of him but a gallon of pure orgasm...

...And explode, he did. As Bolt's shaft twitched against his belly, the pressure behind it quickly grew, and one final tap from his friend finally sent it flying. At one moment, he felt like a semen balloon was swelling inside his gut, and the next moment it was emptying all over him as he arched his back, heaving his shoulders away from the wall and pressing the quivering tip of his canine member to his chest. As the first shot of liquid splattered into his shaggy chestfur, he yarled loudly, his teeth shining in the artificial glow. He forcefully seized the base of his knot with a paw, jerking it violently against his pelvis while he held his other paw flush with the base of his tail, trapping the rubber mass inside him. The jets of canine semen which he aggressively milked from himself came in a rapid, yet voluminous barrage, one blast not a half-second after another. The copious results of his experiment flew every which way as he pumped his paw, speckling the entire area around him with cum.

After the very summit of his climax had come and gone, Bolt humped the last few dribbles from his tip, which oozed down over his pads. Finally, he relaxed his shoulders, and collapsed back against the wall before sliding down, back into his bed. Bolt panted exhaustedly as his eyelids fell shut. With his face spontaneously stretching into a crooked, dramatic and musical grin, he clenched tightly around the toy inside him, wanting more of it. He wanted it deeper. Bigger. Each time he tightened his muscles, the pressure in his bowels spiked, squeezing extra trickles from his swollen, slick member and making him wuff softly. With Mr. Carrot buried deep enough that Bolt's paw was no longer required to block him in, the pleasure-stricken canine pawed at the musky air, yarling and worming around in his doggy bed, his face twisted with the sensations. As he writhed pathetically, the cherry-red flesh between his thighs waved over his tummy, continuing to exude an amazingly copious torrent of the pearly fluid which normally should have ceased. The viscous liquid dribbled from the tip onto his tummy fur before creeping across his belly, aided by the buildup of additional fluid as it rolled onto the fabric below. If Bolt's mind had capacity for thought, he would have been utterly confused by this extended period of utter sexual euphoria.

After what seemed like several minutes of unrelenting, unbearable, indescribable explosions of pleasure from his gut to his chest and throat, it all suddenly bubbled even higher, to heights on the very threshold of Bolt's nerve endings, even causing him to lose feeling in his nose and ears. Bolt was astounded to feel another release gushing in his loins, fed profusely by the waves that continued to surge through his torso until he could take no more. Bolt lurched forward as his will cracked like a glowstick, but he made a conscious effort not to super-bark the roof off the trailer as a feral howl rattled the walls around him and he came a second time, all four of his paws still pedaling above him. A hellfire glob of semen shot forth in an arc from his untouched cock. He yipped as it splattered across his nosepad, bursting and cascading through his whiskers as well as the fur atop his muzzle. Several consecutive ropes followed, plastering his tummy and chest once again.

As his member calmed, every muscle in Bolt's body seized up, tightening to their capacity and outlining his tendons in his fur, before all falling slack at once. His lungs deflated, his paws curved and hung idly above him, and his head smacked against the cushion. His balance failed, allowing him to roll onto his side. Bolt floated atop his blissful afterglow. Though utterly out of breath, Bolt eagerly sucked in huge amounts of the light air around him, filling his lungs to their limit and stretching his sternum in a pleasant way. Yesterday, he would have considered the concept utterly crazy- but evidently, regardless of rhyme or reason, his tailhole held amazing potential for a totally new form of self-pleasure, and all it took was a firm, preferably large object to bring that potential to fruition. Being the neat, hygiene-conscious pup that he was, Bolt normally never left his mess to be cleaned later. He should have been appalled at the state of his pelt- the normally uniformly fluffy, soft fur that blanketed his torso had been matted in several places, slimy tufts outlined in cream-colored splotches- and that wasn't all. Bolt knew that when he had rolled over, yet more of the sticky globs had been sandwiched between him and the fabric beneath. As if he couldn't feel or smell any of that, it was pasted over his muzzle and nose as well. His normal response would have been "yick..." Bolt was a bit surprised with himself when he decided that he relished every bit of the gooey mess... he shut his eyes, huffing through his nose, allowing the powerful, intoxicating scent swirl through his lungs as he basked in his own musk. His nose led him to a splotch in front of his face. Not opening his eyes, he rolled his whiskers over it and inhaled. His eyes rolled back behind his lids as the sticky fluid smeared across his muzzle. Bolt imagined a tub... no, a big tub, filled to the brim with the fresh, warm, pungent substance- his own, with him in the middle. He swam in it. He would take a breath, dunk himself under, and surface, marveling as the viscous, creamy liquid clung to him, weighing on his fur. The waterlogged pup paddled in a circle, a delighted grin plastered on his sopping muzzle as the pool swirled around his body, caressing him all over... through his paws, around his tail, under his chest, between his legs, around his doghood...

WOAH, Bolty. He jerked himself back to reality, rather astounded by where his mind had just journeyed- That was... different. But then again, so was everything else he had experienced in the past while. He mulled on it a bit, but ultimately chuckled. Wow, I thought I knew you, Bolt... When he looked- Yup. Of course, his cock, which had previously been slowly retreating back inside him, had grown significantly once again at these fantasies, at least a good extra two inches re-exposed to the sex-tainted atmosphere.

He certainly had a lot to reconsider, for sure. For starters- he thought across the trailer, over to the cabinet, his stash of Dog Fancy- Females? He was pretty sure he hadn't received from his body quite the response he had just received while fantasizing about females. It was still incredibly foreign, but... The shepherd. The knot- Bolt shuddered delightfully. The... pool of spooge- Bolt chuckled awkwardly, but simply couldn't deny the fantasy's stimulating value.

Everything he had just experienced pointed towards something different that he had been missing. The reality was, quite bluntly- the very nature of sexual gratification had just been completely redefined for him- not that he had a problem with his newfound interests.

Hmm. Bolt swirled his tongue over his muzzle, tasting the fluids matted in the fur. Sure enough, it felt different as he swallowed. Different indeed. He undeniably enjoyed it. He lifted his head off the cushion, arching upwards to look towards his tail briefly. Of course, he couldn't see Mr. Carrot, who was still stuffed deeply inside him. Momentarily, Bolt received a slight pang of remorse for his little orange buddy, who had been his friend since puppyhood. He didn't dwell on it long, though. Aah, he's a rubber toy... Bolt smirked as he let his head fall back down. Besides, Mr. Carrot would have to learn to enjoy it- Bolt looked forward to much more experimentation in the future.

Yet again, Bolt clenched around his toy, hoping in the back of his mind that his super-strength wouldn't end up damaging it, but enjoying the unique pressure that sent blood rushing back to his loins. He was visibly excited, and content enough to utter dumb phrases to himself.

"Nice to meet you, Bolty. I look forward to getting to know you better."