Fun with Bolt and Penny 3: In for a Penny, In for a Pounding

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Here we go again. ;) It's my pleasure to present the third chapter of the Bolt and Penny series. Have fun!


Fun with Bolt & Penny 3 - In for a Penny, In for a Pounding
By Tempo

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Tilt head, drop ears, look up... Evening light streamed into the kitchen, lighting Bolt's fur in shimmers of orange and red. He trotted in, selecting the optimum location on the linoleum. Close enough to be seen, too far to be shooed off. Tilt head, drop ears, look up. With a yip to get their attention, he struck the humans with the full force of his "dog face."

Penny giggled around her spaghetti, reaching for a napkin.

Her mother shifted in her chair and gestured with a forkload of salad. "He never used to do that."

Movement caught in the corner of his eye. He turned. Mittens smiled nonchalantly from the arm of the sofa, stretching her paws. He turned back to his person, then cleverly sat back on his haunches, paws dangling in the air; the international canine gesture of suppertime supplication.

"I think it's cute." She glanced over and smiled in that wonderful way of hers. His heart fluttered a little, tail wagging up a storm. They'd had little alone time and even less privacy in the small apartment back in the city. These little moments sustained him. He yipped.


  "Oh honey, don't encourage him." Penny's mom stood and refilled her water glass.

Utilizing a daughter's incredible ability to tune out her mother, she scooped a chunk of meatball onto her fork and flung it to him. Bolt's eyes widened, locking on to the sailing hunk of beef, with its comet's tail of marinara and savory yumminess. Objective sighted! But it was moving too fast. She had put a little too much force on it and the meatball was going to sail right into the living room!

Bolt's head jerked up at the passing treat. Time slowed to a crawl. His collar tag jingled like chimes at an ancient monastic shrine. Nothing existed in the universe except him and his objective: the meatball.

Coiling back for an instant, he leaped. The velocity of the meatball was still too great, he was going to lose it. Oh, no you don't! Arching his neck back, he *just* reached it, snapping the meatball out of the air. Bolt's eyes closed in meditative enjoyment. Mmmmmm. Zesty... He twisted in midair to right himself. Landing expertly, the canine slid back a few inches on the kitchen tiles, hind paws touching down on a carpet that didn't know how close it had just come to eternal stains. He might not have super-powers anymore, but--

  A small stuffed mouse hit him on the head. Time jumped back to its normal speed.

Mittens! He growled with a mouthful of meatball.

The cat gave a purring chuckle, looking down from the couch. Her namesake white paws lay crossed in front of her black body. What? Am I throwing off your dog-fu?

Bolt tried to reply, but almost lost his treat and instead chewed at it eagerly. A second later, it was gone.

Wha'd I miss? Wha'd I miss?! Several cardboard boxes shuddered and jostled before allowing passage to a clear plastic hamster ball. The fat little hamster spun around his ball once, inches from careening into a wall. Oh man, I bet it was awesome!

Cool it, rodent-sphere. Mittens idly licked a paw. Show's over.

Looking a little dejected, the hamster sat down, his ball rocking back and forth.

Bolt slipped back into the kitchen, continuing his mealtime mission. Knowing that her mother would disapprove of another direct approach, he made his way under the table. He nuzzled the leg of Penny's jeans. Her hand slipped down and scritched behind his ears. Her mother continued talking, explaining her plan for unpacking all their belongings. She was always making plans, hatching ideas. Must run in the family... Memories playing across his mind, he turned and licked at Penny's wrist, blushing under his fur at the taste.

  Palming a hunk of soft garlic toast, she lowered her hand under the table, pretending to get a better look at her mother's To Do list. As he licked every trace out of her hand and imagined licking other places...

She spread her fingers, allowing him access between them. Her knees rubbed together, she shifted in the wooden chair. He looked up to see her eyes closed, head resting against the back of her chair. He wondered at first if she was okay, then his nose caught something. A scent that had hid in the edges of his dreams all these months. He smiled. Penny? Are you thinking about our--?

"Are you alright, dear?"

She jumped a little, pulling her hand back up. "Yeah, Mom. I'm fine. Why?"

"It's just that you can hardly seem to keep your eyes open. I think maybe you should head off to bed."

"Ugh, Mom..." He could hear the eye roll in her voice. "I'm fine. And it's not even dark yet."

"Even so, we moved a lot of boxes today and I think some shuteye is just what the doctor ordered."

"*Alright*..." Penny sighed, calling upon all of her acting skills to keep the excitement from her voice. Standing, she tousled Bolt's ears. "Come on, boy. Let's go see my new room!" Bolt dashed after her as she raced up the stairs, noticing the fourth one squeaked.

  He heard Penny's mom call "G'night, sweetie!" after them, sounding perhaps a little confused at her daughter's willingness to go to bed. "Kids..." she sighed, resigned.

"Night, love ya!" Penny called back and closed the door, snapping the lock into place with a satisfying click. "Parents..." she groaned.

Bolt sat patiently, taking in his surroundings, as she stepped around the U-Haul boxes. Part of him ached for the mobile command trailer. The city apartment had never felt like home. He didn't know if this house would claim the title either.

Her new room was almost as long as the command center had been and easily wider. Endless, glimmering fields hung outside the casement window. Smaller windows let in light from the western side, though the opposite ones were already darkening. Her white iMac hummed on her desk, the second thing she unpacked. Clothes had been first, of course. The curtains swayed. A breeze crept up from the floor vents. Evening smelled different here, the air sweet and heavy with life and growing things, old plaster and pinewood. Sniffing, he smirked at his person. One thing still smells the same...

  Not sure why her dog looked so pleased, Penny patted the comforter and he climbed onto the bed. Her eyes gave him a once-over, as if making sure he was up to the next mission. Penny had given him that look a lot recently, but now with a smile instead of frustration. His thoughts drifted to back to the days before they left the city, when they had started getting reacquainted...

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The television had flickered in the dark room, casting the room with colorful shadows. The sound was muted, the only noise coming from a fan in the window, pulling in the night air. The fourth floor apartment sat high enough to blend the street lamps and car engines into a single low buzz. The breeze from the fan stirred Penny's hair, lit in shining strands by the glow of the TV, now silver, now bronze, now back again, in the ephemeral flickering. Bolt lay curled up with her in the easy chair, a thin blanket covering their bodies. Feeling her shiver a little, he snuggled closer and looked up. She met his gaze, a smile reaching her tired eyes. Her hands moved slowly, smoothing the coarse fur of his back.

  He sighed happily as her fingernails scritched at the fur of his tummy. He saw his person's face half lit and fully wonderful. Penny, I... How was he supposed to finish that? I love you? I missed you? I'm glad that you want me? A dozen thoughts vied for attention, all trying to express the same feeling.

She caught his gaze. The look in her eyes melted the doubt gripping his heart, every day making him a little more sure this was real, that this would never be taken from him. Burying his nose in the covers, he drank in her scent. For the first few days, her scent had been one of smoke, chemicals, and the sour stress of recovery. Now, though, she smelled like his person again. Warm. Sweet. Soft.

He felt her hands slide along his body, slip under his tummy, feeling familiar territory. Her fingers spread over the front of his sheath, gliding down the soft fur covering his member, to his balls. She played idly with them for a few moments, sliding them around in their furry pouch. Her fingers slipped between his fur, kissing his skin with their smooth touch.

 Huhhhuh. He whimpered in pleasure. She laughed softly, her breath stirring the fur of his neck. Even without his powers, he still had her, his person. That thought had kept him going, right down to the last, lonely miles of his journey back to Penny.

She took hold of his sheath and began to slowly work it up. And down. Up. And down. She had never taken her time like this before. He felt his sheath slide over the surface of his cock. His stomach muscles shivered a little in anticipation. He began to feel warm all over, his cheeks burning hot enough to make him pant. Gently, gently, she squeezed his cock, massaging life back into his long neglected libido.

He squirmed in arousal, feeling his cock tip slip from its sheath and brush against the warm blanket. Still squeezing with her other fingers, Penny rubbed her thumb in slow circles against the emerging cock tip. The hardening member filled out his sheath, his knot swelling inside its confines. His heart beat faster. These feelings, their games, they hadn't been part of the lie. He smiled in smug satisfaction. Mittens hadn't been completely right. Karate paws, Heat Vision, Super-Barks; these had all belonged to the world of the Green-Eyed Man and that's where they'd stayed. But this little power was Penny's and his alone, nothing could take it away. He had never mentioned this power to Mittens. Fear wasn't normally in his nature, but he'd been afraid to know whether this last power had vanished like all the others.

  She grasped his sheath a little tighter and gently eased it all the way down. Bolt gasped softly as his knot slipped free, easing the strain on his sheath. Her hand began to glide carefully along the length of his shaft. Her pinky finger grazed over his knot, skimming along the very front of his sheath, all bunched up at the base. He gasped at the unexpected sensation. Her hands were always so cold. Penny looked down at him with their secret "Oh, so you like that?" grin. She rubbed a little harder, keeping her pace.

Fully erect and aching for release, he hunched his hips forward, eager for her to go faster. She didn't, instead keeping to her quiet rhythm. Come on, Penny! You... you can't just tease me like this... He whimpered, frustrated.

"Shh, Bolt." Her other hand pressed against his white furred chest. She whispered: "We've got to make this quiet. Mom's in the next room." She guided him back, getting him to lay across her left arm, giving her a better angle as she slowly stroked him off. "There's my boy." He shuddered against her, the occasional pant or gasp punctuating the darkness, the only sound against the background of the fan and its artificial breeze. The slight movement of the blanket, hidden in the dim and inconstant light, was the only sign of the activities being held underneath. Her lips pressed against the back of his ear, each word a thrill of titillation: "This is my little coming home present." She nipped at the curve of his ear, giggling as he stifled a yip.

  Steady panting and a thundering heartbeat already shook Bolt's body, this level of teasing made him tremble outright. Anticipation ran through him. His paw digits spread, reaching for a release that he just couldn't find. He looked up at her, a pleading grimace on his lips.

His jaw dropped open as she suddenly *squeezed* his knot. Hard. Ohmygosh! He pawed at the blanket, breath impossible. Her hand worked with sweet, beautiful speed. Both hands now. Sliding up and down his cock faster than a heartbeat. Oh, Penny... Penny! He shivered, balls tightening. Pleasure surged up his cock. The world hazed over. A growl caught in his tight throat anticipating that first ached-for spurt. His cock shivered once, then the canine felt the first liquid jet of pleasure splatter against the fabric. He braced himself for more as his tip rubbed the goo into the soft material.

Penny stopped, surprised, gasping: "Not on the blanket!" She put one hand over his cock, inadvertently rubbing his tip against her palm. This new texture drove him wild. Jaws clenched, desperate not to yelp. Hot cum splashed rhythmically against her hand again and again, his balls emptying after months of forgotten need. It seeped around his hypersensitive member, flowing further with each shot.

  After a moment, he found he could breathe again, sucking air in greedily. Feeling his body relax, Penny shifted, released his cock.  It drooped against her bare leg, still knotted and still hot. He could feel it sliding back as it softened, leaving a wet trail up toward her shorts. She pulled her cupped, cum-drenched hand from under the blanket. "Jeez." Gooey white strings dangling from her fingers, flickering translucent in the television's light. "You must have been pretty pent up, huh buddy?"

Bolt's lust-addled brain reminded him that Penny falling asleep with a handful of his cum would be less than covert. Must... dispose of... evidence... Angling his head up, he licked the strands off her fingers. But there was more, quite a lot more, he blushed as his tongue wormed between those sticky fingers. She lowered her hand and he went to town, dipping his muzzle in and noisily lapping up every drop. The gloppy liquid, sticky and salty, clung to the sides of his mouth, but a few final licks took care of them. After completing this mission, his head flopped back down against her chest.

  "Silly pup." She wiped a spot of cum off the blanket, squishing it experimentally between her fingers. Even in his post-orgasmic daze, he recognized that expression. That girlish simper, that glance into nowhere that said she was thinking. Bolt, however, was in no condition for such exertions and simply nuzzled closer into the soft fabric of her t-shirt.

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Bolt gave a quiet, happy sigh at the memory. They had a whole new home now, but there she was, still here with him. Penny was getting undressed. Her t-shirt hit the floor as she began shimmying out of her unbuttoned jeans. Still seated on the bed, Bolt watched with fascination. He had seen her change before, but never really took the time to look. Long nights with only the stars for a blanket made him appreciate a more local celestial body. His tail wagged, thumping against the bed, motes of dust dancing in the evening's last glimmers of light.

Sitting down, she wore only a pair of pink panties, patterned at the hips with faint paisleys. Her slender arms hesitated for a moment over her bare chest before she reached over and pulled him in for a hug. "I missed you, boy." Their cheeks touched. He shivered. Her lips brushed over his, ending in a kiss on his nose. Bolt's eyes shot wide. Giggling at what she'd just done, she gave him a coy smile. "Let's see how much I remember..." Scooting back to the headboard, his person spread her legs, exposing the bottom of her panties. The thin cotton clung to her, tracing the outside of her vagina.

  That tantalizing scent assailed his nose. Bolt sniffed her over, starting at her tummy and working down. She squirmed, tickled by his cold wet nose. Working his muzzle between her legs, the eager canine breathed her in. His tongue slipped once over his lips, then lapped at her, swooning at the taste. Sweet and rare and wonderful, like those raspberries she's snuck him once. Glancing up for approval, his tongue dove against her in earnest.

She laid back, enjoying the attention her neglected pussy was receiving, getting worked over by his wide pink doggy tongue. The thin material slid against her slit, his tongue curving to match her every contour. "Hmmm. Uh... mmmm." Saliva soaked through, mixing with her natural juices, creating a hot slippery layer. Continuing, Bolt felt the fabric press a ways *inside* her, clutching around his tongue as it pressed against the tightness of her vaginal walls. "Okay... Okay, boy. Give me a sec. I don't need these getting all slobbery." Her thumbs slid under the elastic of her panties, edging them gently down. Laying back, she wriggled out of them. He watched in interest. The fading sunlight painted her in muted amber tones. Her nude form swept in delicate curves, graceful even at rest. So different from his own body, all sturdy lines and white fur.

  "Naughty doggy." She draped the panties over his face. "No peeking, Bolt!"

He shook the pink garment off, growling at the rush of scent they carried. His breath came faster now, lungs hungry for oxygen. I'm hungry for a little something else... He hunched down and lapped at the insides of her thighs, working his way up. That cotton barrier was finally gone and at last his tongue slathered across her unprotected vagina, eagerly parting her soft folds. The crafty canine found that he could lick further into her if he angled his tongue *just* so. A squeal of joy from Penny confirmed this suspicion. His black lips curled into a smile against her slit. The taste was overwhelming, more powerful than his sweetest memories. He felt the bedspread brush against his stiffening cock tip. His mind started slipping away, buried in the moment, buried inside her. Stay with it, Bolty! You're cool, you're cool. He came up for a panting breath, refocused, then dove back down, redoubling his ministrations.

Penny squirmed, gasping at his oral endeavors. She spread her legs to allow him deeper, then drew a huge breath as his tongue slipped deeper than anything ever had. "Oooh!" She grabbed ahold of her pillow and hugged it for dear life. Her body rocked back and forth, unused to the feelings rushing through her.

  Bolt lifted his head for another breath, taking the opportunity to lick his chops. He could taste her on his lips. He saw Penny had that look, the one that had gotten them into and out of trouble so many times before. "C'mere, boy." She tossed the pillow aside and hooked a gentle finger under his collar, pulling him closer, up her sweat-damp body.

Um, Penny? Why are we stopping in the middle of your turn? Her arms around him, her body rising and falling under him, she pressed his cock against her bare stomach. Once again he noticed how nice she felt between his legs, feeling her naked skin cool against his member. She felt a little chilled, she always did. Maybe that's why she likes these games so much. She doesn't have any fur of her own!

Instinct swept through his mind, commanding his hips to hump against her, though he wasn't entirely sure why. Reminding himself that he was a good boy, he fought back the urge, but not before a few delinquent thrusts. His person giggled and pulled him closer, pressing his member between their stomachs. Penny, if you keep doing... hrrr... ah-mmmf... that, you're going to make me... unleash my powers all over your stomach.

  With a caress down his back, she rolled him to the side, he lay stretched out before her, their legs entwined, bodies so close. Resting on an elbow, she took hold of him, her hand smooth and cool against his raging erection. She pressed him against her slit, rubbing the stiff member over her lips. "Uuuh, Bolt..." Her hips met his in slow humps. She angled his cock down, prodding its tip *inside* her. Her breath caught. She flushed red, glancing down at him with a breathy whisper: "Hu-huh. It feels funny."

Bolt wasn't sure what to make of this. What... What are... Ohhh... He felt her pussy lips spread around the tip of his cock, then retreat. After a moment of feeling her pussy juices wet on his cock, he realized what was going on. She was slipping his cock tip in and out of her! Just the tip and already her vagina felt like a vise. He looked down, watching in fascination as she slid his tip inside her again, a little further. It felt unbelievable in there, wet and warm like when she put him in her mouth, but tight, so tight he could hardly think straight. He whimpered, only to have her pull back, slipping off him again. The canine found himself humping back at her, instinctively trying to bury himself deep inside. His instincts demanded that he somehow get on top, so he could lay into this female with every ounce of his super strength. Part of him longed for her to moan, pleading for more as he battered her tender slit into submission, longed to plow into her until he could thrust freely, make her utterly his own. No. This is Penny. She is my person. I am going to be good. He willed his body to behave, halfway succeeding.

  Seeing her dog's conflicted expression, Penny giggled and tried slipping him in again, like she couldn't make up her mind. She wiggled it against the top of her opening, deciding whether she liked it best against that little bump that made her squeal, or against her squeezing insides. Her familiar composure was gone, the action star replaced by a stammering, gasping adolescent girl. "Oh! Hmmm. Yeah... like that..."

She rolled over, on top now, laying between his legs. Her hips ground against his, her bare pussy laying atop the base of his knot. Her hands moved over his cock, perhaps angling it to rub against her. Suddenly, he felt his cock tip enclosed in her wet, incredibly tight space again. Ahh-oooOOh... His hips thrust up into her, his control evaporating. What is going on?! He stammered, tried to stop, couldn't. His body humped victoriously as ancient need ransacked his mind.

Penny squeaked once, then threw a hand over her mouth. With each hump, Bolt was deeper inside her, touching her where no one ever had before. Her face went flush, caught in a moment of unfathomable invasion, overwhelmed by a sense of profound fullness. Soon she was meeting him, thrust for thrust. She moaned, she winced, she even growled, and the growls were always accompanied by a slamming down of her hips, wedging him deeper and deeper insider her. Their games with the squeaker toy had done little to ease his entrance.

 Aahh! This isn't! Getting! Any! Easier! Just when he thought he couldn't stand any more, he felt her lips press hard against the top of his knot. He was inside her, buried just like Mr. Carrot all those times! Her insides were tight around his cock and they rippled over its length. Bolt whimpered in delight. Uh... Oooh jeez it's tight... Huh-uh! No wonder Mr. Carrot squeaks!

Penny started to move now, riding along his cock, soaking up its heat as she sunk it deep into her body, fighting the resistance of her clenched opening. Her back moved with labored motions as she continued to slide down along his shaft. She rocked back and forth, muscles clenching with every breath. "Auu... auu!" She bit her bottom lip, trying not to cry out. He nuzzled her, only able to reach under her chin, just to make sure she was alright. His person responded by thrusting even harder against him. Bolt's knot slammed back against the outside lips of her pussy. Holding there for a second, the soft folds teased the hot flesh of his knot, spreading just enough to leave traces of slick juices where it met his shaft. He began to hump against her, running purely on instinct. Bolt had surrendered; not even a superdog could stand up to two-hundred million years of hardwired lust. Now he could feel some give around his cock as it thrust in, buried to the knot once more, then the vaginal walls closing after him as he pulled out, clutching at the tip of his cock, teasing, daring him to thrust back in.

  His body accepted the challenge. The sex-starved canine slammed his hips up into her with feral lust, white furred balls slapping up against her firm cheeks. He growled, tucking her shoulder under his chin, shoving her down with all his strength to meet his thrusts. The most resistance came just before his knot, he always had to shove extra hard to bury that last inch. His knot met her slit head-on, too wide to fit, but hot and desperate to try all the same. Her moans came faster, higher in pitch, driving him to plow ever harder and faster into her. Her body shook with every impact. An image entered his mind of his hips blurring with speed, slamming into her with incredible energy. He thought he had reached his limit when--

"Oh Bolt!" Penny's muscles clamped down around him in frantic pulses. Bolt wrapped his paws over her back, feeling each precious shiver. She trembled, body tensing over him. After a few seconds, she gave a long happy moan and looked down at him. "That's my good boy." Winded, she buried her face against his ears. He felt her breath evaporate against the pink inner area, the only part of him that was furless like her.

 That must be what Penny feels like all over. He tried to imagine this for a minute, then felt suddenly exposed and vulnerable. Bolt shook the thought from his mind. People are *weird.* He let her lay there for a minute or two, his penis buried in her to the base of his knot. Every once in a while, her muscles would tighten again, sending tingles up his back. He responded by humping up into her. After a few needful thrusts, she still wasn't getting the message. He thrusted a little harder, feeling his cock work against the juicy walls of her pussy. She stirred a little, moaning. He whined. Don't you dare sleep, missy. Shifting, she looked at him, eyes fluttering. His ears dropped. Penny, I warn you, I *will* use the dog face.

"Sorry, boy. That just felt really good." She looked down, rocking her hips against his own. His cock slid partway out, bringing a rush of rapidly cooling liquids. "Haaaah!" She swallowed. "It... still feels really good." She sounded amazed. He wasn't sure he'd ever heard her amazed, aside from once, as the studio had burned around them.

  Her lips gripped the length of his cock. She rode down against him, her knees clutching his sides. Her hands spread over his chest. She sat up. The evening light enveloped her. She gleamed, his golden goddess, rising and falling, her every caress an effort to please him. He thrust harder, desperate now. She sped up, her muscles the tiniest bit looser now; even so the pressure was almost unbearable. Her hips slapped against his, sweaty skin slid under paws. He teetered on the edge of climax. Penny. Penny... I think I'm gonna...

She kissed him. Right on his doggy lips. His legs went rigid, paws thrust out, digits spread. A great dam of pleasure trembled once, then burst outright, and tore through his entire body in a flash flood of ecstasy. Wiping out everything in its path, this unstoppable torrent crashed through his groin. He bit back a feral howl as he started spraying hot jets of cum against her inside walls. He gasped, shuddering into her.

Spurt. Breath. Her breath washing over his muzzle.

Spurt. Breath. Her scent permeating his every thought.

  Spurt. Breath. Copper hair moving in waves above him.

Spurt. Breath. Her brown eyes gleaming, fiery in the dusk light.

The orgasm tapered off. His shaft twitched and pulsed, spent balls pumping their last trickle of seed. Cum seeped out of her slit, dribbling over his knot and soaking thick into white fur. She lay back down, looking quite pleased with her work. They lay silent. She scritched under his chin, where she knew he liked it best. Bolt panted, savoring his person's weight over him as he watched the sunlight slip across the ceiling, fading to red, then to darkness, with only the sound of Penny's breathing to let him know his world was real, that she was real. At last, Bolt knew he was home.

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That's Chapter 3, folks. Let me know what you think about how things are progressing.  

Many thanks to Vendetta Leopard for his stalwart proof-reading. This story would never have been as deliciously naughty without him. :)

~Tempo