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The steady beep of a heart monitor was the first thing Penelope Forrester, or Penny as she preferred, became aware of. Her hearing was the first of her senses to come back into focus, followed by her sense of touch, as she felt the weight on her abdomen, along with an oxygen mask over her face. She also felt a warm hand holding one of hers, the other registered warm fur.

Bolt…

Bolt!

Penny’s eyes opened, and she tried to raise her head to look down at her saviour, her best friend, companion, and as far as only she would ever hopefully know, secret lover.

She opened her mouth to speak, but all that came out was a coughing fit. Her mouth was dry, her throat sore, and her chest ached from the smoke. She didn’t even register the paramedic next to her in the ambulance putting an IV into her arm.

But she did see Bolt, through heavy, tired eyes, an oxygen mask awkwardly fitted over his muzzle. His eyes were closed, but his chest was moving; he was breathing, and she felt relief rush through her.

We made it out…

Though she didn’t remember how, the last thing she remembered was passing out next to the air vent, her arm around Bolt as he curled up next to her, whining in distress, refusing to leave her side as she told him she loved him.

“Easy…Easy there…” one of the paramedics said as he gently eased Penny’s head back down onto the gunnery pillow.

Penny became aware of the ambulance’s engine rumble and the wail of its siren, then finally noticed the figure sitting beside her, holding her hand.

“Mom…?” she said, or tried to say, her voice weak and hoarse from the smoke.

“Oh, baby…You’re okay, you’re going to be okay. We NEVER should have let it get this far. If they’d only listened to you, Bolt would never have run off, and this would never have happened. But don’t worry, you’ll never have to go through this again. Neither of you will. Effective as of being put in this ambulance, we quit.”

“How…”

“How did you get out? Well, we have this handsome boy here to thank for that.” The older woman’s face warmed in a smile of adoration and pride as she ran her other hand through the fur of the dog curled up on her stomach. Penny looked down at him again and noted his grey fur, streaked with soot, smoke, and months’ worth of dirt. He looked like he hadn’t been washed since the day before he ran away.

‘Where did you go, Bolt?’

“He barked into an air vent. We had no idea he was even in there.” Her mom leaned forward and gently kissed her on the forehead, then moved down to do the same for the drowsy dog.

“You’re both going to be okay, we’ll get you to the hospital and…Hey, what the—?”

She was cut off as a thin black cat with a head that looked far too big for its body, green eyes, a white muzzle, white paws, a white belly, and a white tail tip jumped up onto the stretcher, clutching to its back what looked like an overweight hamster of all things.

Bolt! We heard the super-bark! That! Was! AWESOME!

Calm down, rodent! You can get off my back now. How’re you doing, Wags?

Bolt opened his eyes and looked at Mittens and Rhino, his tail wagging weakly, and he let out a slight woof.

Hey guys. I’ve been better. How’d you get in here?

When they brought you and Penny out, I told the rodent to climb on my back, and then I hitched a ride under the trolley thing they had Penny on. Mittens replied. Rhino finally got off her back, and she padded towards him and gently laid a paw on Bolt’s shoulder. A loud purr of pride started to rumble in her throat.

Nice save, Krypto.

“Hey, where did these two come from?” one of the paramedics asked.

“I don’t know. I didn’t even notice them until the cat jumped up here. They must have sneaked in under the stretcher,” Penny’s mother replied. She scrutinised the cat and hamster, noticing the cat lacked a collar. She was about to reach for the cat when Penny’s hand moved and gently started stroking the cat’s ears.

Hey! Personal space!

Mittens…

Okay, fine.

“We’re almost at the hospital. We’ll be able to get her properly treated there, and him too. Though we usually don’t treat animals, fortunately, the treatment for smoke inhalation is pretty universal.” The other paramedic said as he started preparing Penny for transit, and they all felt the ambulance slow.

***

One hour later

Penny was lying on a hospital bed wearing a hospital gown. Her clothes had been taken to be washed, and she’d been given a nice warm bath. She was reclining on the bed, idly turning on the TV to watch the news, though she already figured out what it would be showing. Thankfully, she hadn’t needed to wear an oxygen mask for long; those things were very uncomfortable.

Yep…figured as much. She thought. The fire was already out as the screen showed the burned-out husk of the sound stage. The news anchor was going through her report.

“…an update on today’s top story. Penelope Forrester and her co-star, Bolt, of the hit TV show of the same name, narrowly avoided tragedy earlier today when a shoot sequence went wrong, and a fire was started on the Set. We’ve received a statement from the Studio that the fire was caused by a lit oil lamp prop being knocked over by the stunt dog who had been brought in as a stand-in for Bolt, who disappeared from the Studio lot several months ago. The animal panicked during a sequence and knocked over a lit torch from the Set. When questioned as to why Bolt ran away, prompting production of the show to stall for several weeks, the Studio refused to comment.”

Penny snorted. “Yeah, I bet they did. They don’t want anyone to know they kept him on-set 24 hours a day, making him believe everything was real. They don’t want people to know they were abusing him.” She looked down at the dog curled up in her lap, sleeping. His fur, now pristine white and fluffy from a nice bath provided by one of the nurses, who had jokingly said her 3-year-old daughter would never believe her mother bathed Bolt. Though it looked odd not seeing that black lightning mark on his left side. If she were honest with herself, she wouldn’t miss it.

She looked at the door, then at the wall clock. Her mom had left about 10 minutes ago, either for a bathroom break or to head off any Press types that were lurking, she reasoned. She didn’t see the cat or the hamster anywhere. Where had they come from? Where did Bolt meet them?

“…we’ve just received word from the hospital that Miss Forrester’s condition is stable, and she and Bolt should be ready for release in a few days. I attempted to get a comment from Miss Forrester’s Agent, a Mr Greg Germann, but he said, and I quote, ‘Let’s put a pin in it.’”

Penny snorted, trying hard not to laugh as the anchor paused momentarily and rolled her eyes, as if she was thinking ‘I can’t believe I just said that…’ before continuing. “Several film crew members who witnessed Mrs Forrester forcibly ejecting the man from the back of the Ambulance noted that she said, “We quit.” Before closing the door.” The anchor paused again, before muttering under her breath, though close enough to her microphone that it was picked up. “Yeah, I bet they quit.” Her eyes opened wide for a few seconds when she realised her blunder, but she quickly recovered. Penny hit the mute button before the woman started talking again; she’d honestly had enough. She just wanted to take Bolt home, for the first time in… she didn’t know how long.

As she stroked Bolt’s fur, he opened his eyes and looked up at her, tail wagging as he wriggled further up her stomach, closer to her face. Penny smiled, her heart swelling with love and happiness to finally have her boy back and safe. She reached out and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him up her body until his head rested on her shoulder. She buried her face in his clean fur and took a deep breath.

“I’ve missed you. So much,” She sniffed. She could already feel tears stinging her eyes as she kissed his forehead, his cheek, the side of his muzzle, and finally his nose. She started to quietly giggle as he started returning the kisses, his warm, wet tongue leisurely brushing over her lips and chin.

Penny…I’ve missed you, too. I was so worried when I thought the Green-Eyed Man had you…

“Bolt, where did you go? You were gone for weeks!” Penny didn’t try to wipe away the tears as they fell, so Bolt took it upon himself to do it for her, the salty taste of her tears driving him on as he licked her cheeks. At one point, his tongue even brushed her lips, and she hesitated just for a moment before allowing them to part, inquisitively extending her own tongue to meet his on the next pass.

As their tongues touched, they both felt an almost electric surge run through them, and Penny felt a warm thrill spread through her as she closed her eyes and let out a slight moan. Bolt had licked her face many times over the years, but she’d never returned the kisses in kind, not even after that one fateful evening in the trailer after the DNA Ray shoot, and she had discovered just how eager Bolt was to lick her.

The memory of that evening, those first exploratory licks over her smooth labia, the first time she found out just how much pleasure a dog’s tongue could give a girl, made her shiver, as warmth started to make its presence known between her thighs, which she rubbed together a little.

After their tongues met a few more times, and she got used to the taste and sensation again after so long, she decided to throw caution to the wind and finally let go. She could at least kiss him if she couldn’t get fully reacquainted with him.

“Kiss me,” She whispered and opened her mouth a little more, letting him in. Bolt also closed his eyes as he felt his person’s arm tighten around him, and he settled into the kiss.

“Mmmmm…” she moaned, as she pressed her lips to his, tilting her head slightly and pulling back her tongue, allowing his wide, flat velvety one to enter her mouth and explore fully.

It felt wonderful!

Penny closed her eyes and smiled as she fully opened her mouth to give him more room to explore, which, to her delight, he took full advantage of, filling her mouth with his tongue. Eventually, Bolt stopped exploring and pulled his tongue back into his own mouth, which he kept open. Upon opening her eyes, she saw his were half-closed, but they were looking at her with love, happiness, and an invitation.

Which she gladly accepted.

Apparently, he’d been given some food during his own health check. Also, if the hint of mint on her tongue were any indication, he’d also had his teeth brushed, something she found herself thankful for as her questing tongue started to explore his mouth, though she couldn’t go as deep as he had.

Soon, his tongue was back in her mouth, and their loving kiss started to turn into a full make-out.

One of Penny’s hands started to move down his back, her fingers gently threading through his freshly washed fur. At the same time, she slid the other under her blanket, down, under her hospital gown, until her fingers stopped just short of the fine patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair, then brushed through it to the smooth lips of her vagina. She stroked her labia as she whined into the kiss.

As she felt herself getting wet, she broke the kiss, looking into her boy’s dark eyes, her own lidded with a low-simmering passion as they both panted. She let out a slight moan of pleasure as she felt her fingers get wet, then she brought her hand up, admiring the thin layer of moisture on her fingertips, before she moved them to his nose.

His eyes zeroed in on her fingers, and he sniffed them diligently, his tail wagged lazily, and his tongue slid almost reverently over her fingers, as if he were savouring her flavour.

“Mm… do I still taste nice, Bolty?” she whispered, her voice low and husky with desire. Bolt let out a gentle yip after he finished licking her fingers clean. She smiled and moved back in for another loving kiss, which seemed to carry on for several more minutes, while her other hand stopped its journey along Bolt’s body, at the base of his tail, as she felt something firm start to press into her stomach, between his back legs, and a thrill of longing surged through her.

God, she’d missed that gorgeous dog dick.

But no, too risky. Someone could walk in at any moment, and it would not do her any favours to be caught masturbating while French-kissing her dog on a hospital bed.

She sighed and broke the kiss, letting her head fall back against her pillow as Bolt rested his head on her chest, wrapping both arms around him. Though she so badly wanted to get reacquainted with him on a more intimate level, she knew it was too risky. Mom could be back any second; better not risk it. However, her body protested the decision; her logical mind and her desire to keep the true extent of her relationship with her dog a secret known only to the two of them won out.

***

Bridget Forrester, at that moment, was making her way back to her daughter’s private ward. She’d stopped to get a drink and ask one of the hospital staff when Penny and Bolt could be discharged. The hospital had been forced to call in a local vet to check the cat and the hamster, since they usually didn’t deal with animals; they didn’t have any chip scanners. The vet had also been kind enough to supply them with a pet carrier big enough to hold all three of them, though Bridget had insisted that Bolt would be fine and wouldn’t need a carrier.

Looks like we’ll need to make a run to the pet store on our way home. We might have the carrier, but we also need food for both of them, a basket, a ball, a cage, and…oh dear, my family just got bigger.

The vet had been surprised when he’d noted that the cat did not have a microchip or a collar, but was declawed and not spayed.

Who would abandon such a sweet little cat after declawing her? How was she able to hunt? She looked down at the feline through the top of the carrier, who was looking back up at her, as did the hamster, who was sitting next to her.

“Somehow I don’t think Bolt would be happy if you didn’t come home with us, so I guess you’re coming home with us.” The cat purred. Bridget smiled. The vet had commented that the cat and hamster looked to be in remarkably good shape, even if the hamster seemed overweight. Bridget had asked if it was common for hamsters to be out loose, and the answer had been no, they’d be preyed on, but somehow, the little guy had been lucky.

The smile promptly vanished as she rounded the corner and ran into two of the people she wanted to see the least today.

The show’s Director, James Lipton, and the Network representative, Mindy Parker.

“What do you two want? Haven’t you done enough?” Bridget growled, her eyes narrowing in anger and her body tensing. If her arms weren’t full, she’d have punched them both out.

“We…wanted to apologise. We let things go too far—” the Director started to speak, but Bridget cut him off with a snarl.

“You’re damn fucking right you did! I nearly lost my daughter today because of your moronic obsession with keeping Bolt on the set at all times! If you had just let us take him home now and then, as Penny asked, none of this would have happened! And while we’re on that subject. What the FUCK happened to the fire suppression system?! You had OPEN FLAMES on the set, and NO fire extinguishers or sprinklers? What do you think the Fire Marshal, or the police, are going to say when they find out that bit of information?” James winced. She was right; that was a clear legal violation, and while he personally wouldn’t be responsible for the lack of sprinklers, as he didn’t build the sound stage, the lack of extinguishers was his responsibility. Yeah, he was probably going to get fired soon, either by Mindy or the Studio bosses.

She paused for a moment to collect herself and to remind herself to keep her voice down; the last thing she wanted was to make a scene, especially with the press lurking.

“I hope you realise, James, that what you did to him could easily be classified as animal abuse. For that matter, what you did to Penny: forcing her to be separated from her dog for extended periods of time, stopping her from putting out those posters, you should pay for that as well. He could have hurt someone trying to reach her. You had him so convinced that everything he saw was real that after that last shoot they did, Penny tried to calm him down, and you stopped her. I spoke to the handler who took Bolt back to the trailer after the shoot. He told me that when he let Bolt out, he was almost rabid with anger. The man honestly thought Bolt was about to rip his throat out! And if those cats hadn’t opened the sun-roof and allowed Bolt to escape, he might have tried. For that matter, you’re lucky he didn’t kill either of those cats!”

Both Mindy and James winced, each imagining the PR and legal mess that would have ensued.

“I hope you don’t make the same mistakes with their replacements.”

“What?” James asked. Bridget’s eyes narrowed more.

“Didn’t you hear what I told that money-grabbing oaf, Germann? We quit. We’re taking Bolt home. Where he can be a real dog for the first time in years, do not even think about trying to stop me. Bolt is Penny’s dog, NOT the Studio’s. Now, if you’ll excuse me, my daughter and her dog are waiting for me,” with that she side-stepped round the two, and continued in a brisk walk, neither dared to try and follow her.

A few minutes later, she was back in Penny’s private room, unlocking the door of the pet carrier, and she let the cat and hamster out of the box.

She smiled as she saw Bolt curled up in Penny’s stomach, her hands running through his fur as they looked into each other’s eyes.

“Sorry to interrupt, but I brought Bolt’s new friends back. We’ll have to stop off at a pet store to get some food and proper bedding for them, and a ball for the hamster, but it shouldn’t be too much.”

“So we can keep ‘em?” Penny asked, smiling as she eyed the cat as it jumped onto the bed and started to purr as it nuzzled Bolt.

“Well, they seem to know Bolt, so I’m guessing he met them out on his travels, wherever they were. She’s declawed but doesn’t have a chip, so we’ll have to sort that out too. Looks like her previous owners abandoned her.”

Penny scowled, “I have no respect for people who abandon their pets.”

Bridget nodded, “I just had a run-in with the Director, James and that Network rep, Mindy.” Penny scowled again.

“What did they want?”

“To apologise. I made it clear to them how I felt about them letting all this happen, and that they better not let it happen again. And that we’re taking Bolt home. And that we quit.”

Before Penny could respond, there was a knock at the door, and her mom went to open it. The woman was mentally preparing to chew out whoever it was, unless it was hospital staff, but her retort died in her throat as she saw the large bouquet and the two men in the doorway.

Malcolm McDowell and Sean Donnellan; Doctor Cecil Calico and Penny’s on-screen father.

“Hi, hope we didn’t come at a bad time?” Malcolm said, smiling kindly, “They’re from all of us, well, the cast, stunt and film crew anyway.”

Bridget smiled and stepped back, letting them in. Penny’s eyes lit up in a smile as she looked at her two, well, now, former colleagues. “Hey Malcolm, hey Sean,” the two men smiled back at her and waved.

“We caught the tail end of your little run-in with James and Mindy. I don’t blame you for quitting,” Sean added. He smiled as he entered the room and saw Penny on the bed with Bolt.

Malcolm handed the flowers to her mom and stepped forward. “Hello, Bolt, I think it’s time you and I were properly introduced. Malcolm McDowell, though you probably recognise me as Doctor Cecil Calico. But I promise you, I mean you and Penny no harm, I never did.” He extended a hand towards Bolt. “Truce?” he said with a smile.

Bolt was tense. Every time he’d seen this man, he’d threatened Penny, but here he was, saying it had all never mattered, that he’d never actually meant any harm. Of course, he knew that now, thanks to Mittens, but still, the last time he’d seen this human, Bolt had thought he’d kidnapped his person. He looked at the offered hand and leaned forward, sniffing, before finally giving a tentative lick. The man smiled, then petted Bolt on the head.

“Guess that’s a yes.”

“Good boy,” Penny said, smiling as her mom brought the flowers over and she took a good sniff before she read the card, seeing it had been signed by pretty much the entire cast, as well as some of the production crew.

Is that the Green-Eyed Man?! Rhino squeaked. Looks like him. Want me to break his legs? Snap his neck?

Calm down, Rodent. He’s just an actor, Mittens huffed.

“Hm, don’t remember these two being part of the supporting cast,” Sean said as he eyed the cat and the squeaking hamster.

“Bolt must have met them on his travels. The cat is declawed, but she didn’t have a chip or collar, so there's no way to know who her previous owners were, though the fact that she was declawed means they abandoned her, so she’s coming with us, and so is the hamster.” Penny replied.

“So there’s no way to know her name then,” Sean replied as he extended his hand towards the cat.

The name’s Mittens, buddy, see these mits? She raised her paws and put them on his fingers, and meowed. He chuckled. “Well, I’m sure you’ll think of something.”

Mit! Tens! Say it with me! It is not that hard! Ugh! Humans…

Mittens, calm down. Bolt rolled his eyes and settled down.

“Looks like someone’s tired, we won’t keep you, guys, much longer. We know you’ve had a rough day,” Malcolm said, gently gripping one of Penny’s hands, before offering her mom a quick hug, which Sean also offered, then the two men left.

Penny settled down as she started stroking the cat with one hand, while running a finger through the fur of the hamster with the other. The hamster squeaked as it looked at her, its nose twitching. Penny giggled. “He’s cute.”

Ooooh! I can’t believe I’m actually meeting Penny! Would it be too weird to ask for an autograph? Rhino asked, squeaking excitedly as Penny ran a finger over his back.

Yes. Mittens replied.

“So, how long are we gonna be in here?” Penny asked.

“Well, they want to keep you in for observation for a few days, just to be sure. And I need to go get things out of the trailer and take them home.” Her mom replied.

“Ugh!” Penny moaned, rolling her eyes, “A few days?” Sure, that fourth-floor apartment was kinda cramped, but it was better than that trailer, and more private than this hospital.

***

Later that night, Penny was exhausted. The two of them had done a bit of touring earlier, under the supervision of the hospital staff, of course. They’d visited the children’s ward and a couple of wards where they were keeping some of the older patients, which was also nice. Penny had signed a few autographs, Bolt had got some petting, and he’d just soaked up the attention from the younger kids, which Penny was a little surprised by; he wasn’t usually so sociable.

But now they were back in bed, though she had said she felt fine and was ready to go, her mother had insisted. So here she was, in a loose T-shirt and pyjama shorts, with Bolt curled up next to her. His two new friends, whom they still hadn’t figured out names for, had been taken home by her mom and were getting settled in.

She’d ask her mom to swing by the studio once she and Bolt were discharged so she could see everyone one last time, and collect the rest of her stuff. There were still some things she needed to grab from the trailer after all. The costume department had been kind enough to let her keep the prop tail and fake dog ears from that one shoot, all those months ago. The one that had advanced her and Bolt’s relationship from owner and pet to lovers.

Not that they’d been able to do much in that regard, stuck in the trailer at the studio. Due to time constraints and the risk of being caught, they had mainly stuck to practising their oral skills with one another. In her own humble opinion, she liked to think she’d gotten rather good at sucking Bolt’s doggy dick. He’d certainly gotten very good at eating her pussy. Or rather, licking it.

Not that he’d been bad to begin with.

Dog tongues were just designed to lick things, so in a sense, Bolt had been born a pussy licking maestro.

Her mom had wanted to bunk with her and stay the night, citing that she didn’t want to let Penny or Bolt out of her sight, but Penny had eventually convinced her that she’d be fine, that if she needed anything, the hospital would handle it.

As Penny started to drift off, the thought occurred to her again of getting properly reacquainted with Bolt, now that things were settling down, but she decided against it; she didn’t want to make the mistake of leaving any evidence behind that the hospital staff would find and either have to clean up or investigate.

Her phone buzzed. It was a text from her mom.

Good night, sweetheart. I’ll be back first thing. Love you x

After responding, Penny took a moment to answer and respond to comments and questions from the few friends she had, switched off her phone and settled down to sleep. As she did, she started thinking about the time she and Bolt had started their private photo collection with their first time doing a sixty-nine, which had been a couple of weeks after her first time giving Bolt a blowjob, then riding him cowgirl after that desert shoot, two months before the damn shoot that nearly ruined everything: the day Bolt went missing.

***

Dream…

Penny giggled as she undulated along the white, muscular canine that was standing on the bed next to her, rubbing her nude body along the length of his as she crawled towards the pillows, then doubled back, Bolt’s wagging tail hitting her in the face. She giggled again, then let out a playful growl as she ducked her head under his tail to deliver a quick sniff and lick to his balls, before gently taking them into her mouth and lightly sucking the pouch that held them, the short fuzz tickling her tongue.

She felt him stiffen, then growl in response as warm breath washed over her slit, before the cold of his nose bumped her, then the soft velvet touch of his hot, wet tongue returned her attention, though the angle was awkward.

She’d wanted to don the fake ears and prop tail again, and truly act like a female dog and properly seduce him, but she couldn’t; it would confuse him, and she honestly didn’t want to think about the show at that moment, or the Studio’s ridiculous insistence that he stay on-set at all times. She just wanted to have some fun with him. Plus, develop her blowjob skills.

But if she were honest with herself, she couldn’t wait for the opportunity to give him her virginity and take his in return. She’d already ridden him cowgirl, with only her panties separating his flesh from hers.

But that was too risky here in the trailer. If he mounted her and someone came to check on them, as they sometimes did, or she got called away but didn’t leave and someone came to investigate and found her naked with Bolt on her back, balls-deep in her, it would be the end of her career, and she’d likely never see Bolt again.

So for now, they had to make do with masturbation and oral, hands, mouths and tongues. Which, honestly, she was perfectly fine with. She was really getting to like having him in her mouth, and she loved what he could do to her with his.

Speaking of…

She half closed her eyes and moaned around the precious organs she held in her mouth, her teeth covered by her lips, as she gave the now wet scrotum a few gentle licks, even adding in some suction. The short white fuzz that covered it felt weird on her tongue, but she didn’t mind. She lavished his balls with a few more loving caresses of her tongue before pulling her mouth back to blow warm air over them, before letting her gaze move down to the swelling sheath under it, and the red tapered tip of the penis peeking out of it that set her salivating when she saw it.

After her first attempt a few weeks earlier, she’d secretly started researching just how to go about giving a proper blowjob. Her research had been quite informative, though she knew she’d have to change some of her techniques. In her opinion, human penises looked okay, but Bolt’s looked gorgeous, sexy, hot…

Delicious.

And as she watched more of it emerge from his sheath, she felt her stomach flutter, her mouth salivate, her nipples harden, and her pussy moisten, or maybe that was the wonderful tongue currently licking it. She couldn’t wait to try what she’d learned.

She wondered what was going through his mind right now as she gently nudged his balls with her nose and giggled as his wagging tail brushed the side of her head.

“Does that feel good, buddy? Yeah?” She stage-whispered, looking back at him as he looked back at her, his ears erect, tongue lolling and eyes wide, full of curiosity, excitement and arousal. He whined, before turning his head and tilting it, moving his nose towards her butt, sniffing, then she shivered as she felt that wonderful velvet tongue brush her left cheek, then he moved forward and turned his head more, getting a better angle, and moved in for another pass.

“Mmm…Good boy…oh yeah…” she whispered as she felt that sniffing cold nose, and warm flat tongue brush over the firm cheeks of her butt as she lowered her chest and spread her legs, reaching back with her hands to pull them open, giving him better access; if he wanted to try licking her back there, like he had done that first time when he’d gone exploring under her fake tail, she certainly wasn’t going to say no.

She shivered as she felt him pushing between the firm mounds, her muscles reflexively tensing as that wonderful doggy tongue brushed over the tight ring of her anus once, twice, three, four times, before he pulled away and she heard him lick his chops.

Apparently, she had a delicious ass, according to her dog. Rimming her research had called it, and so far, she liked it.

She shivered again as she felt his warm saliva evaporating on her hot skin. She guessed she probably looked as red as a tomato, if the blush she’d had on her face the first time he’d licked her was any indication.

She giggled lowly and looked back at him, wiggling her hips invitingly, “See anything you like, Bolty?” she said in a heady, lustful tone, or what she hoped was one. “It’s okay, Bolt, explore as much as you want…lick anywhere you want…Mmm…oh yeah…good boy…just like that…”

Penny closed her eyes and moaned as she felt that wonderful doggy tongue drag over her twitching anus twice more, then move down to her slit and give it a few exploratory licks. Then he pulled away, panting and whining with need. She opened her eyes. They immediately landed on the hard, red shaft protruding from his swollen sheath, within which she could see a slowly growing bulge.

“Poor boy, you want it so bad, don’t you? That sheath looks like it’s getting tight,” she cooed, reaching out to gently run a finger along the red shaft, which she could see was already starting to drip clear liquid. Then a thought struck her; why not do each other at the same time? She’d discovered the position during her research; surely, there was enough room on her bed here in the trailer…

She sat up, smiling ruefully at the canine as he looked at her, panting with excitement and arousal, his brown eyes locked on hers as she arched her back and ran her fingers through her red locks, pushing out her chest, her head tilted back. She smiled as she felt his tongue gently caress a hard nipple, as he started to explore her chest curiously.

She didn’t really have much of one at the moment, her boobs barely filled her palms, but if her mom was any indication, she was going to end up with a rather large and generous pair.

She took his head in her hands as he continued to lick her breast, before moving to the other one, and she leaned in and kissed his forehead.

“You like my breasts, Bolt? Hm?” A quiet yip was his response. She smiled at him and gently fussed with his large ears.

“Well, you’ll have all the time in the world to examine them later. Right now, I wanna suck that delicious Superdog willy of yours, and I know the perfect position we can use so you can lick me at the same time. You wanna try it?”

He yipped in response, tail wagging as he bounced in place. She chuckled.

“Okay, but let’s get your collar off. You should be naked too…”

Bolt yapped again, giving her cheek a lick as she unbuckled his collar and tossed it to the floor. He looked weird without his collar, but she didn’t much care as she ran her fingers through his neck fur, then hugged him. Planting a chaste kiss to his left inner ear, she whispered.

“Okay, for this next part, I’m gonna lie down on my back, and you stand over me, facing my feet, with your back paws on either side of my head, okay?” she smiled at him, her body on fire with love, anticipation, and lust, her brown eyes trailing along his body as he let out a quiet bark of acknowledgement.

After a bit of manoeuvring, she got herself situated on the bed, her head on her pillow, and Bolt was soon standing over her, her vision filled with that beautiful dog cock which was pointing down towards her breasts, tip already starting to leak pre. Penny licked her lips hungrily as she reached up to caress it, and slowly pushed back his sheath with one hand, while cradling his growing knot with the other, gently angling the shaft back, towards her face, a warm tingle of anticipation and desire racing through her, as she licked her lips hungrily.

Here we go…

Raising her head, she gently planted a kiss on the pointed tip, lightly sucking on it, letting out a little moan at the taste and smell. That warm, musky all-male smell sent a shiver of lust through her as she started to gently stroke his shaft while rubbing the tip over her lips and cheeks, peppering the red shaft with light kisses and licks, getting used to the taste and the feel.

Slowly, she licked her way up the length of his shaft until she reached the growing knot. Breathing heavily, she started to kiss and lick the bulb of hardening flesh, her eyes moving between it and the furry sac holding his balls just above it. They were so close she could smell them, smell his scent, which was being washed over her by that cute wagging tail.

She then lifted her head a little higher, then gently coaxed his hips down until she was in range, then started to lick his balls, feeling him tense up slightly at the contact, his shaft rubbing on her neck, leaving a glistening trail.

She was so caught up in her explorations that she nearly missed the thrilling sensations of hot panting breath, a sniffing, inquisitive nose, tickling whiskers and a velvety soft, wet and wide tongue making contact with the top of her thighs and vulva, right where her clitoris was.

“Oh, Bolt…that’s it…good boy…now…lemme give that bone of yours a good suck…” she whispered, spreading her legs as wide as she could as she felt that tongue start to explore her slit. She then lowered her head back to the pillow, took hold of his hard shaft with a gentle hand, angled it back towards her, opened her mouth and took in the first few inches, humming at the taste and feel of that hard dick on her tongue as she started to hungrily, lovingly worship the most perfect example of male anatomy she’d ever seen or tasted, in her humble opinion.

Heh, it’s the only male anatomy I’ve ever tasted.

Taking a quick look to her left, she saw her Polaroid camera sitting on the table in her periphery, within easy reach. Perfect, the picture that would come out of this would be the perfect way to start her own private porn collection starring her and Bolt. She reached up and gently started to stroke his tight scrotum with one hand, while the other held his knot. Then she drew her mouth off his shaft, pulling on the tip with her lips until it came loose with a 'pop', and Bolt let out a whine of need, as she swallowed the mixture of her own saliva and his precum, which had half filled her mouth.

“Mmm…you like that, buddy? How about…”

Holding him gently, she slowly raised her head, again planting loving kisses and licks along the length of his shaft, until her questing lips reached his knot. She started showering it with affection, covering its surface with open-mouthed kisses and gentle licks, then she moved back up to his scrotum, only this time, she gently closed her mouth over the orbs inside and started to suck very gently while she hummed.

She felt him tense, and felt something warm splash against her chest, just below her neck, then between her modest breasts. As she gently suckled on his balls, her eyes focused on the twitching ring of muscle just below his gently swishing tail, and an errant thought crossed her mind.

Why not? He should be clean. He went out earlier, and I just bathed him, and I can at least say I tried it…

After giving his twitching testes a few more gentle licks, then a suckling kiss to each for good measure, she moved her head a little higher, and pressed her lips just under his tail, before letting her tongue slip out to curiously, hesitantly circle the ring of muscle which twitched against her inquisitive licks.

Bolt lifted his head and looked back, letting out a curious grunt and a surprised yip. Penny giggled against him at his reaction before lowering her face down to his balls and giving them another lick.

Hmm, not so bad…But I think I’ll leave that sort of thing to him.

Lowering her head back to the pillow, she saw his cock twitch, and again felt something warm and wet splash against her left cheek this time. All she could hear was his heavy panting and whines of pleasure.

Turning her head, she angled his shaft and was just in time to see his cock twitch again, and a small spurt of clear liquid shot from the tip, straight into her open mouth.

Mmmmm! Delicious!

“Aahh…” she moaned as a fourth spurt shot into her mouth, landing on her waiting tongue, before her lips closed around his tip again and she resumed her gentle sucking. Then she jerked as a spasm of pleasure shot through her as she felt Bolt return his attention to her slit, and he started licking again.

Only this time, he was going deeper.

That wonderful tongue had found the tight entrance to her vagina and was now eagerly dipping in and out, causing her to jerk and thrust her hips in response, trying to maintain the contact, to encourage him to go deeper.

Penny, in turn, increased the force of her suction, taking his shaft deeper into her mouth, her tongue dancing over its surface as she felt the warm spurts of his precum pool in her mouth, until she was forced to gulp it down with a deep vibrating moan, which turned into a high pitched muffled squeak as her lover’s tongue moved up, licking eagerly between her inner and outer lips, until it curled around her hard clitoris in a way she knew no human tongue could, sending shivers racing up her spine as her hips twitched and bucked.

With a heave, she raised her legs and pulled them back, until her knees were at the end of his rib cage, then she crossed her ankles over his shoulders, then reached down with her hands, grabbing her toned backside, and pulling her smooth cheeks apart, hoping, praying that he’d get the hint.

She began to bob her head eagerly, sucking hungrily as her lover eagerly licked her inside and out, drinking up her juices as they flowed from her. Her climax started to build under the canine’s relentless licks. He did indeed get her unspoken invitation, and after a few more swipes at her twitching nub, his tongue dragged down over her swollen lips to once more drag between those firm, round cheeks.

His licks were slow, almost frustratingly slow, but it felt so good, and strange, she reflexively tightened up each time his tongue dragged over her anus, then up to her lower back. He dipped down, starting at her clitoris, then slowly dragged up again, pushing in as he passed first over her vagina, then her twitching anus, stopping at her lower back. Her eyes drooped closed as another moan of pleasure reverberated from her throat.

He was licking her from front to back, licking everything.

And she loved it!

If she had a tail, she was sure it’d be wagging like crazy.

She redoubled her efforts, sucking and licking along the shaft she gently held, she felt it twitch, felt his balls twitch, his scrotum tighten under her gently caressing fingers, and as his tongue brushed her clitoris again, she let out another muffled cry into his cock, which twitched again, suddenly, her mouth was being filled with thick, warm liquid that splashed against her tongue. Her palate, her fingers moved down to his knot and gently stroked and squeezed it, as she bucked her own sex towards that wonderful lapping tongue which now ravished her at a faster pace, still licking everything.

Spurt. “Mmm…”

Suck. Spurt.

“MMMM!”

Lick lick lick lick.

Suck. Spurt.

Squeeze. Spurt.

Gulp. “Mmmmm…”

Penny inhaled deeply as she sucked the thick, throbbing length that kept spurting that salty liquid she was rapidly developing an addiction to into her mouth. She gulped again, letting out another moan as she felt it go down, a hand moving to rest on her stomach. She swallowed a couple more times, savouring the sweet taste of her boy’s precious seed as it slid like honey down her throat. She then became keenly aware of her own hyper-aroused state, her hard clit throbbed with need as it tingled, hot breath washing over it, her smouldering, soaked labia and her glistening anus as her virile lover panted and whined, before he dived back into her exposed sex, desperately licking everywhere he could reach, as if he somehow knew that she desperately needed to cum.

Her hips jerked and twitched as Bolt’s tongue contentiously bathed her open pussy. Reaching down, she gently but firmly gripped his head and pushed as she thrust up, and she let out a squealing moan, muffled by his dick, as his nose and whiskers were forced into her vagina, just as she had done that first time he’d ever eaten her out. He was soon licking far deeper than he had before, while her hands moved to her clit to attack it.

With yet another muffled cry that reverberated up the length of the dog dick she was still nursing, Penny came, her long-sought climax erupting from her pussy and spread out over her abdomen, making her hips twitch and buck, her pussy clenching and rippling around the muzzle now almost fucking her, her ass also twitching in response as she continued to moan and suckle on the shaft that now started to soften and retract into its sheath, until it left her lips with a wet slurp, and her moans became audible.

“Oooohhhh…Boolllt! Good boy! That’s a good boy…yeah…you’re my good boy…”

As her orgasm began to recede, she lowered her hips back to the bed, unhooking her legs from his shoulders. Bolt’s freshly fucked face slipped out of her as he did his best to lick his muzzle clean, savouring her flavour, before he delivered a few more licks to her still swollen clit and its hood, making her hips jump again, and earning another moan from her.

As Penny caught her breath, Bolt turned and lay down next to her, nuzzling his way into her neck as she wrapped an arm around him. She smiled at him, planting a quick kiss on his muzzle, which he returned. Then she reached for her camera, held it up, checked her aim, and took the picture.

There was a flash, a whir, then the photo emerged from the camera. Gently, she pulled it free and set her camera down, holding up the square photo as it developed.

“That’s a keeper!” she announced proudly, getting a tired yip of approval from the tired canine lying next to her. “This is the first photo in our new, private collection. I’m gonna have to find a lock box for it.”

She then wrapped her arms around him and pulled him in for a post-coital embrace.

“You’re a good boy. My good boy,” a light kiss to his nose, muzzle and forehead, “I love you,” a huff and a tired lick to her face was his reply, then he leaned in, pressing his nose to her neck as they basked in their mutual afterglow.

Penny lay there for a while, her body still tingling, her pussy still throbbing, her clitoris still throbbing as she ran her fingers through her boy’s fur. She looked down, noting with a frown that his erection had subsided and retreated into his sheath. She looked back up, her eyes meeting his. She smiled and leaned in, planting a gentle kiss on his nose.

“Ugh, I’m all sweaty, I need a shower,” she said, moving to sit up, but Bolt stood and rested a paw on her arm, pressing gently.

“You got something else in mind?” she asked, smiling inquisitively up at him as he moved to stand over her.

He gave a wag and a gentle grunt of affirmation. He seemed to study her flushed face for a few seconds before he leaned in and gently, slowly started licking.

She wiggled, giggling as that tongue dragged across her cheek, then up to her forehead, then down to her nose, then across her lips, which she took full advantage of to steal a deep, loving kiss, then he continued to her other cheek, then down to her neck.

“What, you giving me a bath or something? ‘Cause if so, you’re gonna be here a while.”

Bolt just yipped into her throat as he dragged his tongue from her collarbone up to her jawline, first on the right, then on the left. Then, after a momentary pause, he moved down to her left shoulder. Her upper arm, then her forearm and finally her hand, which she’d raised to humour him, but he sanguinely seemed determined to lick her entire body, which he proved when she raised her arm, and he shoved his muzzle into her armpit.

With a giggling shriek, she tried to roll away, exposing her slick back as she rolled onto her front, the eager tongue following is it moved up to her shoulder blade and started to wash it, before moving to the other, then back to her neck, then after a moment, started working his way slowly down her back as she wiggled, wriggled, giggled, gasped and moaned at the relentless licking.

‘He sure is determined…good thing I shaved my pits last night in the shower…speaking of which, I’m definitely going to need one after this…’

As she felt him reach her lower back, she arched it and raised her hips, bending her knees and once again spreading her legs, her meaning clear, her invitation impossible to miss, and her good boy didn’t disappoint.

In fact, he didn’t even slow down as his velvet soft and wet tongue moved down to lick the sheen of sweat from her firm bum, once again easily questing between them, as he had done only moments before, his tongue quickly and eagerly finding her still wet slit and diving back in.

As that glorious tongue resumed its heavenly assault on her over-stimulated pussy and ass hole, Penny let out an almost canine whine, shivering as the fires of her lust, which hadn’t completely faded, started to burn once more.

“You’re…supposed…mmm…to be…oh yeah…cleaning…me…not…getting me off…again…”

Despite her protest, Penny surrendered to that tongue, letting out a long, deep moan of bliss as Bolt’s licks slowed to a tortuously slow pace as he licked the smooth lips of her pussy, his tongue dragging over her exposed, throbbing pearl, then up, teasing her entrance, before dragging over her perineum, before dragging just as slowly over her twitching anus, then finally up to her lower back, before going back.

When she was desperately panting and gyrating her hips in slow movements meant to entice him, she almost cried with disappointment as he then moved down and started to lick her thighs.

“Boooolt!” she whined, looking back, her brown eyes full of need and lust. They met his, and she was the amusement and cheekiness, and love shining within them. He, however, continued in his diligence, working his way down to the back of her knees, which made her wriggle and laugh as he tickled her, but he quickly moved down to her calves. Soon he was down, licking at her feet, which really set her wriggling with a fit of laughter, until he finally stopped, jumped down from the bed, and headed for his water dish.

Penny watched him drink, her eyes flicking to his back legs, where she clearly spotted the peaking tip of his doggy penis. She licked her lips; she was definitely going to have to take care of that before she took that shower. Bolt then trotted back to the bed, tail wagging, ears pricked up, a big, proud doggy smile on his face as she donned him back onto the bed, as she rolled onto her back once more.

“Okay, time to do my front, then I’ll help you out with your current problem, deal?”

Bolt yipped, starting at her feet, his tongue once again lashing at her wiggling toes, but he soon moved up to her legs, thoroughly bathing each of her shins with his freshly watered tongue, until he was satisfied they were clean. He moved up, giving her knees a quick lap before moving up to her thighs. He’d already got as much of the half-dried sweat as he could on his first pass, so there wasn’t much for him to clean up. Penny let her legs splay open in blatant invitation, her sodden pussy open and waiting, her excitement and anticipation building as he quickly made his way up the length of both thighs.

Their eyes met as he reached her needy pussy, his hot breath bathing her weeping slit as he panted on it, his tongue lolling agonisingly close to her own protruding, throbbing, desperate clitoris. She gave out a whine of need, rocking her hips forward, her wordless plea clear. She then sighed as Bolt obliged her, his tongue once again brushing over her slit, but then stopped, moving up to her patch of dark red hair, then up to her stomach as she let out a groan of protest.

That groan turned into another moan as he reached her belly button and dived in, then roamed around, licking the rest of her stomach and her sides, before finally moving up to her breasts.

He truly did seem to be fascinated by them, she noticed, as he thoroughly bathed each of them in turn, paying special attention to her pink nipples, which stood erect for his attention.

Soon, however, he moved on to her collarbone, then to the shoulder and arm opposite the one he’d started from, once again diving into her armpit to give it a good licking, which once again sent her into a fit of giggles, then when he moved up OT her face once more, she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him in for a deep kiss.

“Okay, I’m clean now, I think…so why don’t you just lie down and let me take care of your little problem? Then I’ll go hope in the shower for real.”

With a wag and a soft bark of ascent, Bolt flopped down next to her as she sat up, taking a moment to appreciate her white-furred lover as he splayed himself out. She did her best to ignore the stylised lightning bolt stencilled on his side by the Makeup crew, but then thought to tease him a little.

Leaning in, she began to kiss and lick her way down his front, much the same way he had done her, before dipping to the side to deliver a long lick to his signature mark.

Bolt grunted, watching her, his expression confused. Still, she just smiled at him and continued her journey down, her hands already between his legs, cupping and gently folding his swelling sheath and balls, gently working back the former to fully expose his red shaft, which she met with her tongue first while smiling up at him.

A few inquisitive licks and kisses later, her lips were soon sealed around his pointed tip, her tongue proving against it as she started to suck, her head slowly lowering until her lips kissed his growing knot, which she had worked out of his sheath. She began in earnest, one hand holding his knot while the other reached back between her own legs.

It didn’t take either of them long to finish; after a few minutes of her lovingly bobbing her head and sucking leisurely on his shaft, her own fingers mercilessly working her own sex, she gulped down another mouthful of the salty pre he’d filled her mouth with before he gave several deep pants and whines. She looked up, her eyes meeting his. She smiled lovingly up at him, giving his dick an extra strong suck as her own fingering drove her toward her own climax.

He came right before she did, though there wasn’t as much as there had been during their sixty-nine. However, it was still enough for her, with an eager groan of encouragement and a nod to him, she encouraged him to fill her mouth, which he did to the best of his ability as her own climax crashed over her, sending shivers and convulsions through her as she humped her own hand while crying out her orgasm, her cries thankfully muffled by the near 6 inches of raw dog-cock in her mouth, her lips pressed to his knot as she alternated between moaning in pleasure and gulping down his release.

As their climaxes slowed, an idea struck Penny, and, doing her best to keep her lover’s godhood in her mouth, she reached for her camera, picked it up, turned it towards her, smiled and pressed the button.

*flash* - *whir*

Penny gently took the picture and held it up as it developed, eyeing it critically.

Not her best shot, considering how out-of-it she looked with Bolt’s dick in her smiling mouth, but it would do, and would go well with the one she’d taken earlier, for their new collection.

“That’s a keeper.”

***

Penny fought against her body as it dragged her towards consciousness. She blinked tiredly, her eyes adjusting as she opened them, well, as much as she could, given how they were crusted shut. Bolt was still on top of her, sleeping deeply. She tried not to move too much; she didn’t want to wake him. She heard movement in the corridor outside. The wall clock told her it was early, about 7:50 AM. She used to get up that early for school and to get ready for her shoots, so it wasn’t too early for her.

Then she became aware of the dampness between her legs, gently sliding a hand down, she winced as her fingers found and slipped through the wet lips of her vulva.

She was soaked.

‘Not really surprising, that was a really nice dream, and a very happy memory…I can’t wait to get properly reacquainted with Bolt…’ she thought as she idly began to finger herself. Surely a little bit of masturbation while the subject of her very raunchy dream slept on top of her wasn’t going too far, right?

She closed her eyes and smiled as her fingers began to work, but then the door to her room opened, and a nurse came in. Reluctantly, Penny pulled her hand free and opened her eyes.

“Ah, good, you’re awake. How are you doing?” the nurse asked quietly, clearly trying to avoid waking Bolt, though that proved futile, as he snorted with a canine groan as she approached. Penny recognised her as one of the nurses who had asked for her autograph before, when she’d been signing them for those kids, Helen, her name tag said.

“Better, thanks.” ‘Though I’m horny as hell, thanks for asking. And thanks for interrupting.’ She finished with a mental grumble.

The nurse did her rounds, checking Penny and Bolt over, before smiling at her once she was done.

“Okay, everything looks good. I’m going to get you guys some breakfast, then let you start the day. Your mother should be here soon.” Helen said, then, after Penny gave an affirmative nod, left.

Penny inwardly sighed; it looked like she’d have to take care of herself in the shower after a good breakfast, but that was fine.

It was all over, the stress, the worry…her career. She could finally focus on being a real teenage girl with her boyfriend-slash-dog.

She looked down at him, her gaze meeting his. She smiled, wrapping her arms around him and giving his ears a loving scratch, then his chin, his tongue darting out to lick the fingers that had just been inside her. He sighed and wagged.

They had each other; that was enough.

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