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Fun with Bolt & Penny 2 - Early to Rise

By Tempo

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This is important! Bolt whimpered. The sun gleamed in around the skylight, tracing a three-sided square on the trailer floor. He had been up since the break of dawn and Penny was still in bed. Most days, they would be in mortal danger by now. He propped his paws up on the fold-out bed and yipped. You'd better get ready. This could be the calm before the storm.

"Bolt, it's Sunday. We'll fight evil *tomorrow.* For now, just let me sleep." She rolled on her side and pulled the covers over her head.

He seized the blankets in his teeth and pulled, growling. Evil *never* sleeps in! The world won't be safe until we rescue your father and defeat the fiendish forces of the Green-Eyed--

A pink pillow hit him in the face. Its embroidered Tinkerbell mocked him from the floor. He shook his head. Very well. It seems some infiltration will be required. He nosed under the covers. Within moments, he burrowed fully under the sheets, only his wagging tail left exposed. His nose bumped into something soft and smooth. Ah-ha! Target acquired.

Jolted from her sleep Penny gasped, then snickered, then dissolved into laughter. "Ah! Hey! Nooo!"

Bolt's canny tongue slid again and again along the soles of her feet. As fast as she could pull one away, he found the other, licking with relentless enthusiasm. Human feet were silly, but not all bad. Smoother than his paw pads, though not as soft as *some* places he had licked lately... Getting frisky at the memory, he redoubled his efforts.

"Hey! Qu-hee-hee-quit it! Ah! That tickles!" She curled her toes, pulling her legs close against her body. She wore only an oversized t-shirt. Since their little games had started, she hardly ever wore panties to bed.

Bolt burrowed deeper under the covers. Ha! The first signs of real resistance. Not to be outfoxed, he licked *in-between* the resisting digits. I've got you now!

Her toes spasmed and wriggled against his tongue. "Aaah!" The last vestiges groggy dignity were swept away by that sloppy tongue as Penny surrendered to a wave of uncontrollable laughter. "All right! All right! I'm up!" Her chest heaved as she caught her breath. "Sheesh."

Mission accomplished. Pride welling in his chest, he wormed his way along her body to poke his head out of the covers. On the way, he caught a whiff of her scent, evidence of the previous night's activities. Or maybe she was excited all over again. She had sweated a little during the tickle torture, so it was hard to tell.

She looked down at him with those pretty brown eyes. A flash of curiosity crossed her face. She lifted the blanket a little. His red member lay pressed against her stomach. She had never gotten the chance to see it in the daylight before. The tip had slid about halfway out of his sheath, shiny and sleek. "Jeez, look at you, ya rascal." Her smile shifted from adoration to mischievous amusement. "Always ready for action, eh boy?"

He rolled his eyes, blushing under his fur. I can't exactly help it. The feel of her body pressed against him brought powers to bear that he had little control over. Somehow, it felt very *right* to have her body under him, just like it felt right to protect her.

Her fingers traced the edge of his cock. He shivered at her touch. "How... How would you like it if I tickled *you,* huh?"

He yipped softly. Feelings kindled deep within him, hearthed in the pure trust he knew only with his person. The world could be a dangerous place, but Penny was Penny. Her motives were never suspect. She loved him.

She patted the bed beside her, purple sheets ruffling. "Roll over, boy. I've got an idea."

He rolled off her, white belly fur glistening in the warm morning light. His cock crept a little further from its home. What had been a strange sensation before now seemed like the most natural thing in the world.

She watched as his stiff cock swung back and forth. "I was going to save this for tonight, but..." She shrugged, a glint of coyness in her voice. "What's wrong with a little research?" Her fingers slid up his shaft, brushing against the his furry sheath. Her palm worked along the underside of his cock, rubbing from underneath to cup the tip of his cock and then slipping back down again, starting the maneuver over. Precum slicked her hand in streaks, alternately exposing his cock to the dry texture of her hand or the slick wetness of his precum.

Bolt's mind was overloaded by desire. He was in the palm of her hand. Literally. Panting heavily, his tongue slipped out the side of his mouth. Oooh... That feels *good.*

"Do you like that, boy?" She slid closer to him. Her voice had softened, rasping a little on the edge of a whisper. "How... about... this?" She began squeezing his cock in a steady rhythm. Her fingertips tightened on his stiff member, then relaxed, tightened, relaxed, in the space of a whimpered breath.

Bolt felt his heartbeat race. Hrrr... Ugh-ahh... Yesss... You always have the best idee-- ideas, Penny.

"And this?" She laid her head against his chest, get closer and closer until he could feel her breath on his cock, the hot surface cooling in each soft rush of air. One long breath trailed off, nearly giving his poor heart a break, then another would begin, fanning the flames of his lust like bellows at a forge. Bolt whined at the teasing, writhing against the purple bedcovers. Nothing in the world felt this good. Not even belly rubs.

"Okay. Well, how about...?" She closed her eyes and lowered her head down his chest.

He looked down. Now what are you--? Yip! Something very hot, very wet brushed against his cock. It slid from the tip of his shaft, down his length, lingering around the edge of his sheath. It swirled around the base of his cock, further stiffening it. After an instant, the sensation slipped back along to the tip and finally lifted off, leaving the pup panting for more.

Penny looked up at her squirming pet and wiped a spot of saliva from her lip. "Whaddaya think, Bolt?" Her other hand continued to gently work at his knot.

At first, a slack jawed growl was the only reply he could muster. He had licked himself plenty of times. He had never felt anything like that. Ahhhh... Ohhh... Your tongue felt un... ohh... unbelievable... He looked down at her, flustered and halfway discombobulated.

Presented with his out of sorts expression, she giggled. "My hero." Normally, he was in total control of himself. But not now. Now he was at her mercy. Every little squeeze of his cock made him squirm with pleasure.

He looked down at her pleadingly, giving a little whine. You're not stopping, are you?

As if in answer to his question, she resumed, lowering her tongue onto his cock. This time, however, she shifted so she could see him react. She licked up his shaft, then down again and back. Her brown eyes shone up at him, reflecting the light that filtered in from the sunroof.

His heart pounded in his chest. Her soft fingers slid under his cock. She lifted it to her lips, soft smooching sounds as she kissed the tip again and again, ever so lightly. Still looking up at him, her lips slipped over the tip of his cock. Her tongue prodded against the tip a few times, causing him to jump a little whenever she made contact. Encouraged, she tried another little trick. Instead of just prodding against it, she licked *around* his cock, her tongue swirling against every surface, exploring every inch of his member as she sunk further and further, taking him all the way into her mouth.

He whimpered in ecstasy. Her mouth was wilder than the rapids of Chile, hotter than the winds of Egypt. His hips jerked, instinctively and totally outside his control. It's as if... uh!... I'm under the effects of some kind of... ooOOooh! ...control beam! His back arched as he thrusted again, gaining momentum as he went wild with pleasure. He humped deeper against her mouth, shivering as his cock bumped along every ridge on the roof of her mouth. Oooh-aah! Oooh-aah! Oooh-haaaah!

Hearing him pant, she looked up. Their eyes locked for an instant. Then she smiled up at him around his cock. That pretty, dirty, naughty, beautiful smile was too much for him. Eyelids fluttering, he peaked. HuuuuUUUH! A long, drawn out breath. In the thrill of orgasm, he pressed his paws down against her head, shoving her along his cock until her lips reached his canine knot. Cum spurted out from his pulsing shaft, engorged so much it almost hurt. It felt like every nerve in his body was firing at once, all of them taking their orders from somewhere other than his brain, hijacked by his lust.

Penny coughed a little, slipping off his cock. A twitch ran through his body, an aftershock of pleasure. He felt every texture inside her mouth against his super sensitive shaft. He could even feel how the white fur of his sheath was matted with spit, how it felt chilly in the morning air.

"Uuh mah guuud!" Penny put a hand to her mouth. Cum dribbled over her bottom lip as she spoke. A slight puff to her cheeks meant there was much more of it inside.

Oh no, Penny! He worried for a moment that the fluid might be harmful to her. He had suffered no ill effects from last night's slurpings, but she was only a person.

She grinned at his look of concern, her eyes tightening at the edges. She slurped the thick liquid around her mouth with her tongue, tasting it thoroughly, then swallowed. "That tastes... funny. Kinda salty, but kinda sweet." She gave his tip one more playful suck, coming off with a pop, making him yelp at the sensation. She laughed. "I kinda like it."

The bed creaked as she laid back down. She pulled the exhausted pooch over her body like a warm, furry pillow. Her shirt had ridden up a little and his cock pressed against her bare stomach. He laid on top her, sated, marveling at how good it felt to have her under him, especially with her skin rubbing against his still stiff cock. He licked once over the soft curve of her neck, completely and utterly happy, then drowsed off. Penny scratched at his back fur, settling into the warmth of his body. "Oh, so *now* you're willing to sleep in..."

* * * * *

Days later, the shadows of the pyramids stretched west, the morning near its end. Hours of sun had baked away the chill of desert night. It was hot, but not as hot as Bolt thought a desert ought to be. Penny's father must have given me the power to pant with super efficiency...

Ancient monuments rolled past the tour bus window.The Great Sphinx lay immeshed in a lattice of scaffolding, looming taller than a six story building. Using massive cranes, workers set replacement stone blocks into the megalith with the utmost care. An official looking sign stood before the work, displaying the emblazoned Eagle of Saladin and several lines of Arabic writing.

Penny slipped on her sunglasses. "Translate." The glasses heads up display flashed, words shimmering over her eyes. She read it out loud. "'Due to... the most generous monetary endowment of the Calico Corporation... the Egyptian Supreme Council of Antiquities is proud to sponsor this restoration of the Giza Necropolis.'" She shook her head. "What would Calico want with ancient artifacts?"

They got off the bus and slipped away from the tour group. Penny pulled her baseball cap down, hiding the glare of her enhanced sunglasses. Few people bothered to check out the sunglasses on some American tourist kid, but it didn't hurt to be careful. Bolt had long since learned that if they acted like everything was normal, adults turned on their None Of My Business blinders.

"Jeez, this place is ever bigger than I thought." The Great Pyramid was closed to visitors. A guard in an Egyptian police uniform stood outside. "Look at his headset." Penny showed Bolt through the binoculars. The radio was the exact same model worn by the Green Eye guards. He was an impostor! Bolt growled, ready to charge in and get to the bottom of this.

"Wait, boy." Penny put a hand on his chest. "We need a distraction." Shoving the binoculars back into her bag, she pulled out a bag of Party Poppers. Again trying to act perfectly ordinary, she casually handed the fireworks to a group of school children a few years younger than she. She walked away as the excited chatter was followed by a series of loud bangs, each followed by gleeful laughter. Shouting something in Arabic and waving for the kids to stop, the guard walked over to investigate. Penny and Bolt dashed up the entrance and slipped under the velvet rope while the guard and the children's teacher were still trying to calm things down.

They breathed a little easier once inside and out of view. As Bolt's eyes adjusted to the dark, he saw ancient set of stairs leading down into the structure. The light from Penny's HUD sunglasses flickered in the dim space. Numbers and words flashed across the lenses, followed by a diagram of the pyramid.

The stairs led down for several yards, then up several more before branching off to a long hallway. They were about to investigate when brilliant light flooded out as a door opened at the far end. They crouched down against the steep stairs. A few minutes crept by as they waited for the emerging person to walk past. A woman in a pinstriped black business suit exited the hallway, spit out a wad of gum, and headed up the stairs.

Once they were sure she couldn't see, they ran to the door and Penny tried to open it. "There's no handle on this side." She nodded in the direction of the stairs. "We'd better follow her."

They crept up through what Penny's glasses labeled the Grand Gallery. The room was so tall that the ceiling faded into shadows. The hum of the old electric lights bolted to the floor was the only sound besides the scuff of dress shoes on limestone. At the top of the stairs, the woman walked up to an engraved cartouche which effectively sealed the hall. She pressed her thumb against one of the eye shaped hieroglyphs, the symbol then glowed emerald. The stone door rumbled and opened upward. Electric lights glimmered from inside, grey metal consoles sat in contrast to the dusty yellow stone. The blonde woman slipped a fresh piece of gum from a pack and chewed it reflectively, crumpling the wrapper into a ball and flicking it away.

The pair ducked inside, hiding under a table. Beyond the workstations, a huge metal cylinder hung on struts in the middle of the room, extending out of site at both the floor and ceiling. Stone blocks that had stood for thousands of years had been cut away to allow the device the be assembled completely out of public view. A single large monitor hung above the railing that circled the pit. Only a handful of guards and technicians stood scattered across the room. Penny glanced at a nearby monitor, which tracked through a topographical map. "This must be some sort of launch site." The stone door rumbled closed behind them. Penny turned to him, whispering in his ear. "Dang. We're going to need to find another way out."

A flicker of light, then a familiar face flashed onto the central monitor. The guards and technicians all straightened. The woman in the pinstripe suit nearly swallowed her chewing gum. "Sir!"

"Agent Bast." The Green-Eyed Man glowered down from the massive screen. "I trust you have made good use of our exceptionally expensive cover story."

She nodded anxiously. "Yes, sir. The preparations are almost complete. We are ready to launch at any time."

"Excellent. I have never been a fan of waiting." He scratched the thin cat that slunk onto his shoulder, his fingers lingering for a thoughtful moment before tightening into a fist. "Arm the missile."

The Green-Eyed Man turned aside to reveal a bearded scientist. "Daddy!" Penny gasped, pulling off her sunglasses. She hadn't seen him in the flesh in over a year. Bolt watched the screen with stern conviction. They would get her father back, that much he knew.

The woman in black keyed in the launch code on one of the touchscreen consoles. Sirens blared and steel blast doors clanged shut behind the monitor, shielding the control room. She looked up, platinum blonde hair twisting in its tight braids like pale snakes. "Missile primed."

"If you will not help us willingly, perhaps the destruction of your alma mater will loosen your tongue. The right word from you and I will order them to cancel the countdown." A veneer of false politeness encased his maniacal rage. "You have ten minutes. Starting... now."

Penny's father looked up from his chair, defiant filling his tired eyes. "I won't play your sick games, Calico. We both know even more people will die if I help you."

The Green-Eyed Man ground his teeth and turned to the camera. "Make it seven minutes."

"Yes, sir!" The woman spat out her gum and patted her pocket for the rest of the pack. When she didn't find it, she look panicked for a moment before returning to her duties. She pulled up the countdown timer and knocked three minutes off the total. It ticked down. 6:50. 6:49. 6:48.

Under the table, Penny nodded to Bolt, slipping the sunglasses into her pocket. "Let's do this!"

The dog scampered out from under the table and crashed into the two guards at the door. The third, clad in yellow armor, hurled a pair of ninja stars at the canine. Leaping in the air, Bolt battered both projectiles away in opposite directions. The shining weapons buried in the ancient limestone with a brace of grinding shrieks. The white pup landed without a scratch, snarling as he advanced on the yellow guard. The guard's hands slipped over his remaining weapons, Bolt's image reflecting off his metallic visor.

Penny, meanwhile, had thrown a smoke bomb into the middle of the control room. Thick grey fumes billowed out of the canister. The two remaining guards tripped over the technicians taking cover behind their consoles. Shouting and confusion filled the room. "What is happening over there?" The Green-Eyed Man glared through the monitor, no doubt irked at this chaotic turn of events. "Report, Agent Bast!"

The blonde woman rubbed her smoky eyes on the sleeve of her coat. She yelled into her headset: "All units, we have intruders in the control room!" Her vision apparently clear, she reached into the smoke and hauled a struggling girl up by the shirt. "You just signed your death warrant, kid."

On the screen, the simmering anger in the scientist's eyes was replaced with surprise and fear. "Penny!"

The woman turned to the Green-Eyed Man. "I have her, sir. Everything is under control." Around the room, shouts and crashes echoed, sources obscured by the smoke. The pinstriped suited woman glanced around the room. "What the?"

"You fool!" On the other side of the monitor, the Green-Eyed Man slammed his fist into his desk. "Forget the girl, get that dog!"

A yellow-striped helmet rolled to the woman's feet. In this moment of distraction, Penny broke free of the woman's grasp. The woman grabbed for her, but at that exact moment Bolt leaped out of the smoke at her. The woman in black tumbled backward, narrowly avoiding the incoming superdog and snatching one of the fallen guard's rifles. She leveled it at Penny and Bolt. "Play dead, mutt!" She pulled the trigger.

Bolt blasted the rifle with his Heat Vision. The gun exploded in flames, throwing the woman back against a wall. The dog spun around, ready to defend Penny from any other threats that might materialize out of the smoke.

"Good job, boy." Penny pulled up the countdown controls and hit the cancel command. The button blinked under her finger. She looked up at the timer. 6:17. 6:16. 6:15. She hit the button again. 6:14. 6:13. 6:12. "It's still going! Daddy, Calico was going to destroy the college either way!"

Her father jumped forward in his chair, pulling at his restraints. "Penny! Get out of th--!" The Green-Eyed Man made a 'kill it' gesture to someone off camera and the screen cut to static.

Wiping the tears from her eyes, Penny pulled up the command terminal, keying in a root level halt and poweroff. Every screen in the room went dark, *except* the timer. 6:01. 6:00. 5:59. "The missile's on automatic launch. We need to find another way to stop it!" She ran to the door, Bolt at her heels.

"It's sealed. You're not getting out of here." The woman in the now burned suit again reached for her missing pack of gum. "You've failed."

Reaching into her own pocket, Penny ran the purloined pack of gum under her phone's camera. A perfect thumbprint appeared on the screen. She pressed the phone's screen to the glyph on the door, which shuddered open. She snapped her phone closed. "Doncha love technology?"

Her fine suit still smoldering, the woman groaned and shouted into the mic of her headset. "They're coming down the gallery. Don't let them escape! Activate the defense system!"

Half a dozen guards were running up the stairs. Pulling the device from her belt, Penny pressed the release on her wheelbar, the telescoping middle section springing out to press the rubber wheels against the walls. She jumped forward, grabbing hold of it, and sliding down the Grand Gallery, picking up speed. Bullets tore into the ancient limestone as the guards opened fire. Bolt blurred down the stairs, kicking between the close walls and knocking the guards out of Penny's path. Plummeting feet first, she plowed into the last guard at the foot of the stairs. They raced out of the pyramid.

As they reached the entrance, they heard shouting behind them. The woman in black charged out, a whip in either hand. She cracked both whips in succession, barely missing Bolt as he dodged left, then right, then knocked her from the pyramid's entrance to the sands far below. He worried a little that she might come back a third time. Nah. She wasn't imposing enough to merit coming back to life *twice.* Only really scary people did that.

Running down the Great Pyramid's steps, Penny took cover in an ancient cemetery, in the shadow of what her sunglasses' HUD told her was something called the Tomb of Hemon. Out of breath, she closed her eyes for a moment, but the HUD took this as a request for more information, buzzing through messages like "GPS: 29¡58'45"N 31¡7'47"E" and suggestions that she "Blink twice to view Wikipedia entry." She threw the sunglasses off. They landed on the sand and were scooped up by a waiting stagehand, not wanting such an expensive prop to get stepped on.

A gloved hand seized around her wrist. "Gotcha!"

She dropped to one knee, escaping the Green Eye guard's grasp. The soldier made a grab for her and caught her by the backpack. Struggling out of it, she shouted around the corner: "Bolt! Help!"

Battling a second detachment of guards, Bolt looked over just in time to see a black-armored guard grab her in a bear hug and drag her off. She screamed dramatically. "Tone it down it, kid," the soldier said in a jocular tone, flicking his visor. "These helmets aren't as soundproof as they look."

"Sorry, Blake." She laughed a little, knowing they were, for the moment, out of the shot. A voice cracked in his headset and the stuntman laughed, perhaps more dramatically that was necessary. A second later, Bolt raced through the gravestones, snuck around the back of the tomb, and karate chopped the guard holding his person. The armored man collapsed in a heap. Just then, the ground shuddered under their feet. Penny looked around, alarmed. "It's too early for the missiles engines to fire. What could--"

All around them, people ran, terrified that the ancient buildings would come crashing down on them in this sudden earthquake. Bolt's hyper-harmonic ears swiveled, locating the source of the sound. It's coming from the southeast! Penny followed as he climbed up the steps of the tomb to get a better view. They stood among the limestone columns, astonished at what they saw.

Just over four football fields away, the scaffolding over the Great Sphinx collapsed. Five thousand years worth of sand and dust came running off the structure in rivulets. From their vantage point near the pyramid's base, Bolt could see massive blocks of rock shift and fall away from the sculpture. Underneath, where there should have been nothing but solid stone, mechanical parts gleamed in the harsh sunlight. This is no earthquake.

The massive stone creation shuddered, shaking off the last of its scaffold cocoon. Unseen seams spilt the stone, revealing where the employees of the Calico Corporation had quietly installed cutting edge hydraulics. The Sphinx's legs moved, raising it up out of the sand. Grinding noises issued from deep within it as it slowly turned to face them. Its noseless face regarded the scene coldly, caring no more for the fleeing people than for the desert it had watched for fifty centuries. Now, though, those watching eyes glowed, glowed a vivid green. It pawed at the ground, billowing a cloud of sand. Bolt looked up at Penny, who seemed perhaps not quite as scared as she should have been. "*That's* not good."

Stone cracked like thunder as the beast bounded toward them. The way it moved, Bolt calculated they had a few seconds' head start before the robot closed the distance in crashing strides. A sudden squall whipped dust into the air, hiding the creature from view. Unbeknownst to Bolt, special effects gurus smiled in their control room as the massive projector screen retracted smoothly to admit a huge animatronic Sphinx onto the soundstage.

Bolt blinked the sand from his eyes and found that the creature was practically on top of them. How did it move so fast? But now was not the time for such concerns. The stone creation loomed over them, easily over three stories tall. Dust and rock fragments showered down around them. Its massive eyes flashed with an artificial light.

Bolt didn't know about machines like Penny did, but he *did* know that when scary things lit up at you, you jumped out of the way. Pulling Penny with him, he dove off the side of the tomb. They tumbled to the sand far below as a massive explosion ripped into the stone platform they had been standing on half a second before. With a flying leap, he deflected a massive block about to crush Penny. It bounced off him as if made of foam rubber.

As he provided cover against the gigantic feline deathbot, she sprinted through the ancient cemetery, trying to get out of the robot's reach. A massive crackle caught her attention. She looked up. The top of the pyramid had split open, sending a cascade of crumbling blocks down the side and revealing the black nose cone of the missile. Penny glanced down at her phone, now displaying mere seconds left in the countdown. "The missile is going to launch any second. Here, boy!"

The deft canine rolled out of the way of another blast from the Sphinx's eye beams. Thankfully, the creature was clumsy up close. Any second? I thought we had more time than that. Then again, he hadn't even noticed her program the countdown into her cell either. The faithful canine ran back toward her.

"We'll have to take out two birds with one stone." Calm and in control, she looked down at Bolt as he spun to a stop at her heel, leaving deep paw marks in the sand. They looked out, seeing that plateau was empty, seeing that the Sphinx was closing on them fast. "Bolt, speak."

He planted first a front paw, then a back one, locking down as a Super-Bark welled up in his chest. He ducked his head down, to contain the force until the last possible instant, then barked with all his canine might. "Ka-WOOF!"

The bark echoed across the open desert. Bolt wasn't stupid. He knew that the explosive force of his Super-Bark resulted in a decompressive contact front. The ensuing pressure wave rippled out from his bark in a blast of kinetic energy. Also, stagehands set off a series of small charges in the sand to simulate the explosion's expanding cone. Caught in the blast wave, the massive robot flipped backward, end over end, before finally colliding with the top of the pyramid. The outer layers of stone shattered as the two giant structures were sandblasted by the ensuring torrent of rock and dust. The Sphinx-bot shuddered, mechanical parts screeching for an instant before the missile's fuel supply ignited, unleashing a column of flame that immolated the robot's inner workings, returning it to the lifeless stone behemoth that it had been for millennia hitherto.

As the dust settled in a streaming pale ribbons around them, Bolt sneezed. Penny coughed into her sleeve, then pointed at the sky. "Look!" A black helicopter thundered overhead, its Green Eye logo shining in the desert sun.

Bolt watched it go, the collecting dust greying out his mark of power. You'd better run, cat-lovers, because someday I'm going to catch you. And when I do, I'm going to make sure you never harm Penny or anybody else ever again!

* * * * *

Having finally gotten all the sand out of his fur, Penny lowered the sopping dog to the floor. Instinct told him to shake, but he resisted the urge. Who knows what an devastating effect my powers could have in such an inclosed space? I might end up shaking the water off at ballistic velocities. This had never happened, but he stood still, just to be safe.

Setting the washcloth on the counter, she moved her phone toward the edge so it wouldn't get wet. She toweled him off, starting with his shoulders and head. "There. That's a lot better isn't it?" Bolt yipped in agreement, inclining his head to give her a better angle. She scratched him under the chin, drying off his flanks and tail. Finishing his back, she moved on to the rest of him. She dried off his legs, then rubbed under his belly, and felt an odd bulge through the towel. "Oh, Bolt..." She rolled her eyes.

What? What're you talking about? He tried to look innocent, but a slow grin crept onto his face. The wagging white tail probably didn't help his credibility. Neither did the pink cock tip that poked from his sheath.

"What am I going to do with you?" Penny hopped onto the futon. The purple covers were off, revealing a green retro pattern. She didn't even bother to fold it back down. She patted the cushion, that clever glint in her eye. "Come on, boy. I wanna try something. On your back."

He jumped up and rolled over, eager for a repeat of the previous morning's performance. I'm really starting to like this. Hey, what're you doing?

She didn't start licking him, instead pushing his legs down. Placing her knees at either side of his hips, she straddled him. The fabric of her shorts felt funny against his cock. He liked it. She whispered into his furry white ears: "I always wanted to take riding lessons. I just thought there'd be a pony involved." A quirky smile on her lips, she watched his reaction as she started to bounce a little, slowly riding up and down against her doggy's hardening member. Pressed between her crotch and the fur over his tight tummy muscles, his cock felt amazing. Penny began moving her hips left to right, rolling his shaft along his bellyfur. He pawed at her waist, unable to process all the sensations. He could feel the warmth of her crotch now, riding his sheath back and forth as the knot started to form, tight against the confines of sheath and situation.

Penny's hands slid over his body, leaving trails of ruffled fur. Her delicate fingers unsnapped the button at the front of her shorts, pulling down the zipper in a single smooth motion. Her white panties gleamed as she started to loosen her shorts and tights. Her moans, feathery soft and needful, fluttered his heart and Bolt nearly came then and there.

One of her hands slipped down the front of her shorts moving up and down, while the other curled around his cock. Fingers so gentle, they felt like a summer wind. She angled his member up, pushing against it the front of her crotch. That scent had returned, as it always did, the scent that he had followed down a fluffy tail so many nights ago. He looked up at her. Both of her hands played with his cock now, the one that had been in her shorts shone wetly, covered in her thick sweet smell. Sliding her knees back, she laid on top of him, pulling her shorts down and rubbing his exposed cock against her pussy. Only a thin layer of cotton between the hot moisture of her nether lips and his knotting cock, pulsing in time with his heartbeat. His red shaft swam in a sea of white heat, his fur and her panties rolling like breaking waves against it. The sensitive skin of his cock tingled at the feel of something so smooth at one side and his own rough fur at the other.

Penny blushed hard now, breath coming only in gasps and whispers. "Oh, Bolt..." She moved and her pussy rode a little higher, sliding up the bottom of his shaft and then back down to bump hard against the eager budge of his knot. He could feel her pussy lips spread around his length, widening as she hit the bump, grinding against him. Her scent was everywhere now, his nose, his mouth, permeating his very soul.

She ran her fingers through his soft headfur. "I... I need you, boy." She licked along the inside of his ear. He gasped at the unexpected sensation. Nobody had ever licked him there, not even other dogs. Her breath quickened now, pulsing hot air against the side of his face. He panted, whimpered a little in pleasure, then licked the back of her neck, licked it more gently then he had ever touched anything. That small gesture set off something inside her. She humped fast, bouncing him against the materess. Her breath turned to exclamations. "Oh god! Bolt! Oh!"

Lost in the pleasure, he let his head fall back to the cushion, eyes rolling back, mouth hanging open. He felt her vaginal muscles spasm over the underside of his cock. "Yessss! UuuuUUUUH!" She grabbed him tight against her, thrusting one last time against his bulging knot, shivering in orgasm. He watched her. He liked watching her, now that he knew what it felt like. Her eyes opened slowly, her breath returning, her expression sculpted by lust and love. She wiggled against his stiff member. The thin fabric of her panties pulled away sticky from his cock, soaked with her juices. She smiled down at him, her fingers running down his furry chest, lingering over his white-furred sack for a moment before moving up to caress his knotted shaft. "Okay, boy. Your turn..."

Her phone buzzed. Penny froze. Thought returned to her reddened face, followed by distress. "Oh no! My tutor!" She jumped up, spilling Bolt to the floor with a yelp. "Ohmygosh! I'm sorry, buddy." The bewildered canine shook his head and blinked up at her, flat on his back. Grimacing at her poor pup, she stood up and pulled on her shoes and zipped up her shorts.

But... but what about--? He glanced at his very erect cock, then back at her. The thought of her leaving made him whine, for a lot more reasons than usual.

She shoved her cell into her pocket, straightening her hair. A quick kiss on the forehead and she was in the doorway. A look of regret crossed her face, her eyes darting down to his erection in a moment of weakness. She closed her eyes and, gathering her willpower, closed the trailer door. "We'll play later, I promise!"

Did I mention the lurking forces of evil? He whimpered. Penny! Argh! He couldn't believe this. She'd left all alone again! How were they going to save the world if something happened to her? He growled and flopped onto his stomach. Ow. That hurt. He rolled over. His stiff red cock had been pinned under him against the cold linoleum. He sighed. What am I supposed to *do* with this? It crossed his mind that he might be stuck this way until Penny came back, and sometimes she was gone for more than a day. I can't wait a whole day! What if that fiendish feline minion of the Green-Eyed Man shows up? He could report back my vulnerable state! No, that's unacceptable. I won't put Penny in danger just because my Wonderbone is acting up. I'll have to deal with this myself.

Doing a little reconnaissance, he prodded the member with his right paw. Ooh. A tremor of pleasure rippled through his body, making him smirk a little. Focus Bolty, this is serious! Now, what happens next? Penny rubs it, it feels really good, it shoots whatever that white goo is, and then everything goes back to normal. Right? Okay. He scooted back against the counter so he could see what he was doing. So I rub it. That's easy enough. He started rubbing. His paw pads were rougher than Penny's hands, but it felt new and naughty. But the rough texture also meant couldn't do it as hard as Penny and he didn't really have the grip to stroke it like she did, so he had to content himself with pressing the hot red member against his soft tummy fur.

Ha. That... feels good. He forced the grin from his face, once again all business. But I don't think we're into 'really good' territory yet. Think, Bolty. What would Penny do? He thought back to their games for a moment, then felt the light bulb click on in his brain. Of course! He poked his tongue out and gave his member an experimental lick. Mmmm. It tastes kinda like Penny... He gave it a few more licks, then shuddered. Her scent mixing with his sent shivers of excitement down his spine. Things were definitely moving in the right direction. He hunched his hips forward, pawing the delinquent member closer and closer to his lips. Just a little... *slurp* farther... uuuhg. After a little work, he managed to get it halfway into his mouth. The pulsing shaft felt hot and heavy on his tongue. He swore he could feel every vein on its slick surface. While the canine couldn't press in with his lips like Penny could, he found that his tongue could slip almost entirely around it. It felt great, but he had to work a kink out of his neck. Woo! I see why Penny does this part *for* me. My powers do have some limits.

Bolt started lapping at his cock again, now getting the hang of humping up toward his waiting mouth. His paws slid against his sheath, brushing their pads against his knot. He felt the familiar swell of excitement, every nerve in his body on overload. His breath shortened. His heart beat faster. His paws clenched. The surge of ecstasy rolled through him, rocking his entire body with pleasure. His cock slipped from his lips, the first spurt splattering against his muzzle. He frantically thrust in one last time, moaning around his own girth. Augh! Uuuh! UH! Agnngh! Pleasure surged through his cock, driving him to mind bending orgasm. Thick cum spurted into his mouth, coating his tongue in salty goo. He jerked his hips a little, drizzling the last of it across his lips and white muzzle, tongue lapping at the super sensitive member. The pleasure spread outward from his flagging cock, enveloping the rest of his body in a tingly nirvana. He felt every muscle in his body relax as he slid down the counter and collapsed to the floor. Panting in a sexual daze, he drooled a little onto the floor, secure in the knowledge that the secret was safe from any feline spies.

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A few hours later, Penny returned to find her canine companion passed out on the floor. "Silly doggy. You whine that I'm leaving and now you're out cold." She climbed inside the darkened trailer and set a hand on his side, feeling him breathe. This was the only time she saw him relaxed. Well, this and right after... "We'll have some fun tomorrow, right after a quick surveillance trip to that pesky Calico headquarters here in LA. Okay?" As if he heard, he shifted a little, pressing up against her leg. She kissed him on the muzzle, too tired to notice the dribble of dried cum matting the white fur. She gave him a final pat on the ribs and crept quietly out of the trailer, turning once to look back at her best buddy. "Goodnight, Bolt," she whispered and softly shut the door.

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Well, that's two stories to my name now. I've gotta say, it feels kind of good. And thanks again to Part 1's commenters, *every* comment was a big help, even just the (Yay!) ego boosts. :) So speak. If it's good, I'll do more of it. If it's bad, I'll fix it. Either way, I look forward to you reading it.

~Tempo