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Rita woke to the cheerful, yet modest rays of late morning, which penetrated through the small portholes in the wall before plastering large, bright ovals across the floorboards.

She had no issues with gathering the initiative to sit up and stretch, her muscles ready and willing to begin their work.

Normally she would have welcomed the luxury of waking voluntarily, well-rested and energized, but as she stood and began to reach her front paws forward, arching and popping her spine pleasantly, she almost immediately sensed that something was out of place. Something in the matrix had fallen loose... she had slept to her natural capacity due to an unfortunate error.

Instinctively, her eyes found the familiar wall clock as she eased back up. 10:14, and looking towards Fagin's recliner, she found Fagin himself, sound asleep and unperturbed.

Then the situation dawned on her- The junk collector! Rita had been with Fagin when he had met the collector days before at the antiquer's mall, and when Fagin had agreed to meet him later in the week with some items which he had spoken his interest in.

Rita padded over to where her owner's hand hung limply over the arm of the chair. She lapped at it forcefully, working to bring her person to consciousness. When the first few laps seemed unsuccessful, she began to bump his hand urgently with the end of her nose.

Finally she felt the hand begin to actively stroke across her head as a low groan escaped from the chair.

"Hey, girl," Fagin yawned deeply as he began to scrub his eyes with his fingers. He reached down on the other side of his chair to find the alarm clock that he had set the night before. He stared idly and stupidly into its face for a bit before he actually read it. 3:40, it read. Confused, Fagin retracted his other hand and wiped his eyes again before squinting back at the nonfunctional clock. Suddenly alarmed, he glanced at the clock on the wall before abruptly leaping out of his chair, stomping his feet to the floor and howling in panic.

"AAAH!!! We are so late!! We are sooo late! That piece of junk..." He flung the clock carelessly as he kicked his feet frantically into his sneakers, snatching the trenchcoat that hung over the back of his chair. Donning it, he stumbled towards the stairs before cursing and doubling back, now grabbing the small cardboard box that held one man's treasure. Nearly tripping as he made his way back through the stairwell, he was out of sight before anyone had the chance to swipe the sleep from their eyes after being woken by his panic.

"Hey, man, what's up with Fagin?" said Tito sleepily, wandering up to Rita.

"He was supposed to meet a junk collector at nine," she explained. She saw Francis begin to pass behind Tito.

"Then I'm afraid there's little hope," he stated bleakly, reading the wall clock and sitting beside Tito. "Nobody would wait for so long after the agreed meeting time has lapsed..."

"I know, but we should get going anyway. Come on," said Rita, turning towards the exit.

"What about Dodger?" said Einstein as he turned to where Dodger continued to snooze, undisturbed by the commotion. "And... who's that?" he added, his head cocked to one side. Rita pivoted to look at Dodger and the new arrival that Einstein was referring to. She beamed as she watched Dodger sleep with his paw draped lazily over the chest of the other canine, whose pelt was an immaculate, lustrous snow white from head to toe, except for the eroded remains of what had been a lightning bolt insignia painted on his ribcage. Bolt stirred in his sleep- he laid on his back while his paws hung idly in mid-air, and every few seconds he would make a slight, involuntary movement, like giving a light kick, reaching an arm towards the ceiling or twitching and scrubbing his back against the blankets.

"It's a long story, Einstein," chuckled Rita, unable to hide the esteem in her voice. She admired the sight before her for a bit longer before turning back. "Come on, let's get going."

"Hey, man, we can't leave Dodger, man!" Tito protested. Rita kept walking.

"Yes, we can, Tito. He had a very long day yesterday. Let him be."

"Man, it's his fault, he didn't get the food last night, man why does he get to lie around like-"

"I think you should recount what he's done for you Tito, before you run your mouth. Now, I said to let him be." Rita spoke with a menacing tone and had pressed her face inches away from Tito's with a frightening glare.

"Okaayyyy, holy toledo, man..." said Tito, stunned as he followed Rita up the wooden stairwell. They were soon joined by Francis and Einstein.

"You know, you really do have a way with the ladies, Tito..." Francis teased as the four of them rounded the corner.

"Aww, shut up, Franky!" And with that, they ventured back into the wide open, out to brave the harsh world once again, leaving Dodger and Bolt together in their deep, cozy slumber, alone.

Dodger could feel the gentle sway of the floor beneath him before he opened his eyes. It was quiet... except for the potently forceful ocean breeze that rushed against the outside walls and through an open porthole, accompanied by the distant hum of windchimes, the squabbling of the gulls, and the occasional creak from the window hinge.

The air around him felt pleasantly peaceful, to say the least. It was comfortably warm, but the window allowed the cool sea breeze to waft through and tickle Dodger's nose with the distinct, savory, salty scent of the ocean.

As he gave an exhilarated sigh and opened his eyes, his vision was filled with the wonderful dog whose arms he had fallen asleep in the previous night, snoozing soundly, the length of his back laying gently against Dodger's stomach and chest. Dodger's grey paw laid just below Bolt's shoulder, contrasting with Bolt's dazzlingly white fur, which shone brightly as sunlight poured in from the porthole and cascaded warmth across the dogs' midsections. Cool, salty air continually surged throughout the cabin, rippling their fur pleasantly. Dodger watched Bolt flick his ears momentarily and felt him inhale deeply as one particularly potent gust rushed over them.

Dodger couldn't help but think- the only thing he possibly would have traded for this experience... would be the opportunity to wake up with his gaze upon the radiant shepherd every morning...

Dodger lifted his head, laying his cheek on Bolt's neck, which was very warm due to contact with direct sunlight. From this higher vantage point, Dodger flicked his eyes to each corner of the room while holding his head idle. Squinting due to the bright sun pouring from the open window, he could tell that nobody else occupied the boat as he looked to various articles of furniture.

Closing his eyes, he silently, profusely thanked Rita, whom he was positive had something to do with the fact that he had been able to wake up with Bolt, alone. Incredible dog, Rita.

Nuzzling Bolt's shoulder, Dodger caught a whiff of the unique, crisp scent that was steadily becoming more and more familiar. Suddenly he began to feel a distinct tingling in his sinuses... Morning allergies. The tingle became sharper and sharper as Dodger wrinkled his nose, until it exploded in a sneeze with a rather loud snort. With this, Bolt's eyes began to blink open, but he shut them momentarily, sighing.

"Dodger," he greeted dreamily.

"Didn't mean to wake ya," said Dodger softly, admiring Bolt while leaning his jaw over a warm shoulder.

"Hmmmmm..." A contented sigh was all that Bolt could muster to dismiss Dodger's unneeded apology.

Soon Bolt's satellite-ears began to liven. They flicked and turned about curiously, eagerly tuning into new sounds, such as the ongoing bickering of the seagulls outside, and the distant, relaxing crash of waves against the pier pilings in the choppy water.

They flattened against his head in apparent bliss, his nose twitching when the breeze blasted through the porthole and hit them both head on. Witnessing Bolt's reaction to the morning air got Dodger thinking... Bolt had been shielded from life for too long... and now Dodger knew that he wanted to make Bolt's first day as a normal dog his best ever, and he knew exactly how to do it. This would be his sworn goal for the day, and they would start by spending the late, tranquil hours of the morning snoozing in the warm rays of the sun together as they enjoyed each other's luxuriously soft fur.

Dodger shifted slightly and pulled himself even tighter against Bolt, closing his eyes and rubbing his cheek against Bolt's neck as he settled in deeper. He swore to himself that he wasn't ever moving until somebody would scrape him off the floor as he began to ease back down into a light, peaceful snooze, light enough to maintain lucidity, but just deep enough to dream...

...He immediately recognized his surroundings as Central Park. He stood in the middle of what appeared to be Sheep Meadow, with the afternoon sun bearing down on his back. Well maintained, lush grass came up around his paws. It was balmy... somewhere in the mid-seventies range, Dodger figured, and a few families seemed to be enjoying the weather, stationed every so often around the perimeter of the gigantic field, but nobody seemed to occupy the area in the middle. Only him, and- _ooof!! _ He hit the grass loudly and hard, and suddenly he was on his back. He was instantly overshadowed by the standing form of Bolt, whose tail wagged playfully- a sight that Dodger had hardly been so privileged to see since they had met.

Chuckling, Dodger swung a paw at Bolt as he lurched back to his feet, prompting Bolt to jump back, chest on the ground and rump in the air, grinning mischievously and ready to pounce. From the same position, Dodger lunged forward, but Bolt dodged right and Dodger had to spin to adjust to Bolt's change in position. As he landed, no sooner did Bolt lash out and hook his arms around Dodger's neck, forcing him backward and prompting him to push back, which forced them both upwards so that they danced on their hind legs. Grappling each other, they snorted and snarled as they nipped at each other playfully before Dodger got the upper hand, pushing Bolt back before bringing him down on his side with a loud thud. With Dodger standing directly over Bolt, the two snipped at each other some more, bearing their teeth benignly before both suddenly resigned. Dodger continued to hang his face over Bolt's, chuckling lightly as Bolt dragged his tongue across his nose...

...Dodger woke for the second time that morning. As he peeked through the eye that wasn't lying against Bolt's fur, the first thing he noticed was that the sunlight had migrated. The light coming through the porthole now landed a few feet in front of them, rather than directly over the dogs. It was still cool, and very breezy, but now Dodger could look out at the wispy clouds that strung across the blue sky without squinting.

Remembering his dream, Dodger couldn't help but smile. Certainly, of all the things he could do with his day, wrestling Bolt to the ground seemed just fine... and completely within reach, Dodger was excited to remember. The vision only served as a pleasant and exciting reminder of the day that lay ahead...

As Dodger looked with one eye across Bolt's lean body, he nearly gasped at the sight that met his eyes. Not because he was shocked to see it, but because it was the first he had seen of it in this light, and because it drove him mad. About 3 or 4 inches of glistening red flesh had made its way out of Bolt's fuzzy sheath, contrasting deeply with the white fur on his belly. Shifting his head against Bolt's shoulder, Dodger opened both eyes to get a better view. The beginnings of a knot were outlined in Bolt's sheath as his member twitched occasionally, the back surface of it rubbing against his belly.

Needless to say, watching this had gotten Dodger a bit hot and bothered, himself, as he could feel his own member hardening and straining against the confines of its home. A few inches began to burst through, exposed to the cool air. Not only that, but Dodger felt physically feverish. Resisting the urge to pant loudly in Bolt's ear and censoring his first impulse, which was to firmly grasp Bolt's stiffening chisel-tipped flesh, Dodger continued to stare. Of course, morning wood wasn't uncommon... and he couldn't tell if Bolt was awake or if he was snoozing again, but either way, Bolt seemed completely unperturbed, and possibly oblivious to his state of arousal.

Dodger looked down at his own arousal, which continued to grow at an ominously fast pace, and Dodger was even a little surprised when a clear bead of pre welled at the tip before oozing out onto the floor, a narrow string connecting the floorboard to his cock. Acting purely on impulse, Dodger eased his hips forward until the front of his doghood brushed gently against Bolt's spine...

Suddenly, Dodger let loose with a sharp yip and was also met with a startled yap from Bolt as he forcefully and involuntarily bucked his hips once against Bolt's lower back, bumping him forward and startling him out of his snooze so he jumped slightly and popped onto his other side, now facing Dodger directly with a puzzled look on his muzzle.

"My bad," Dodger chuckled sheepishly as he gave a couple more slight involuntary pumps. Bolt looked from Dodger's awkward expression and reddening ears to his bright red arousal, then to his own morning wood, which began to increase in size and firmness as he began to grasp the situation. With blood rushing down between his legs as well as into his face and ears, he gave a shaky sigh before addressing Dodger.

"I think it's clear that we both want the same thing..." Bolt stated plainly what had needed stating for too long now. Dodger's heart leapt as his cock pulsed in excitement and anticipation for what he could begin to see was now unfolding. He sure wouldn't argue with Bolt on that.

"I think that's a sound statement," Dodger concurred lecherously as Bolt grinned awkwardly. To kick things off smoothly, Dodger eased forward and engaged Bolt in a sloppy kiss, making Bolt gasp slightly and close his eyes in bliss. A twang of anticipation began to flare in his chest as Dodger pushed him onto his back in mid-liplock, and Bolt put his elbows on the floor behind him so he could remain upright. He huffed slightly, flexing his hind paws and pedaling them through the air. His thighs tensed up when he felt the tip of Dodger's fully erect and dangling member graze against his own shaft, daubing it with some of Dodger's oozing pre and driving Bolt's own full seven inches from his sheath. His knot had begun to form, and had pushed its way out by the time Dodger had finished smooching him. As Dodger broke contact, a string of slobber spanned their muzzles before falling slack and settling across Bolt's chest. For a moment, Dodger straddled and hovered over Bolt, staring deeply and reverently into his innocent, deep brown eyes. Bolt stared back, still unable to grasp the reality in front of his face as reality. Could this really be his, Bolt's reality? Bolt's heart beat faster as he bathed in Dodger's presence, but he still couldn't stop a wave of nerves from crashing in his chest at the thought of something so... new. "Have you done this before?" asked Bolt, his nerves showing through in his voice. "Once or twice..." Dodger chuckled confidently, even though he could have accurately said that it felt like his first time. This was very different, indeed. "Are you nervous?" Bolt's ears flicked sheepishly. "A bit," he said quietly. Dodger gave an unsettlingly lewd grin, making Bolt blush. Suddenly, Dodger spread the stance of his hind legs more, giving his hips more support as he swung them forward in a short, but drawn out motion. Bolt released a loud whine as Dodger's slick tip suddenly tapped his knot, before pushing forward up Bolt's entire length. "Hey, don't worry," said Dodger as his hips resumed their default position, swaying a bit due to the stimulation. "That's normal, but it'll go away before you even realize it..." assured Dodger with a cheeky smirk. Bolt didn't doubt that for a second.

Finally, Dodger crouched lower and nuzzled Bolt's chest affectionately before slipping his feet backwards and lowering his chest to the floor between Bolt's legs, his elbows resting on either side. Bolt couldn't help but pant softly and nervously as Dodger eyed his shaft from a standard "let's play" stance. He had never experienced what it felt like to have his doghood licked or suckled by someone else, but judging by the intense waves of sensation he received just by feeling Dodger's cool breath against the exposed flesh, he could tell that he was in for a ride. He tensed his thighs again as he felt Dodger place a paw skillfully around his knot, resisting the urge to buck violently into the paw.

"Ready?" asked Dodger, looking up at Bolt as he began to pant more loudly and with more tongue. Bolt nodded as he sucked his tongue back into his mouth, eager for more of what he was already beginning to experience. Dodger eyed Bolt's stiff, pulsing deep red shaft once more, trying not to pant, himself. Sighing, he could smell Bolt's wonderfully unique musk emanating from his loins, pure and potent, and it stoked his lust even more as he zealously plastered his tongue against the front of Bolt's shaft just above his knot. Dodger was instantly met with a lusty whine and an involuntary kick to his shoulder as he dragged it slowly and forcefully upwards. Bolt's tail, which had been trapped under Dodger's chest, yanked itself free and swatted across the terrier's face, and a surprisingly copious slurry of pre instantly dribbled forth from Bolt's cocktip and down his happily convulsing member, landing on Dodger's nosepad and trickling down through his whiskers, making his tail wag in appreciation. Dodger could feel Bolt's knot expanding quickly in his paw as he continued his lengthy lick. Once his tongue had grazed past Bolt's seeping tip, he retracted his tongue, tasting the clear fluid before licking it from his lips and whiskers, savoring the sweet and salty flavor. Bolt was nothing short of stunned and impressed with the sensations he was receiving. That very first lap from Dodger's tongue could probably compare with any climax he had reached on his own. He now relaxed his thighs, realizing he had them tight the whole time. Dodger looked up into Bolt's face, and was amused and enamored to see an utterly dumbstruck expression.

"Good?" Dodger asked, and was praised with an emphatic nod. He allowed a lewd grin to spread over his muzzle. "You want more?" A more vigorously emphatic nod. "Okay, say it, don't spray it, man..." Dodger joked heartily. Bolt nearly had the chance to chuckle, but was cut short when Dodger slipped his lips and tongue over the entirety of his cock, making him throw his head back and yowl at the ceiling. Dodger murred lightly as he slipped Bolt's length in and out of his slobbering maw while also slathering his tongue around it thickly, eliciting an ample amount of his pre for him to swallow thirstily.

Bolt would alternate between pulsing his hips subtly and flexing his thighs and paws, stretching them backwards and kneading the air with them, occasionally kicking at the air involuntarily. He would yarl frequently, with the occasional intermittent sharp yip. Naturally, a puddle was beginning to collect underneath Dodger's tummy, clear fluid oozing forth seemingly relentlessly from his chisel tip as he pumped his fully erect, bobbing flesh slightly at the empty air, fueled by the flavor of Bolt's pre and the pleasured noises from his muzzle. His dripping member yearned painfully for equal treatment as his knot began to swell ominously large, but this was a necessary provision for what he expected to take place after he was finished suckling Bolt, in order to make sure neither male would fire too early.

Soon, Bolt's drawn out yowls turned into much shorter, panted huffs with vocal accent, and the spontaneous, reeling kicks from his legs became more powerful and frequent. Suddenly, an idea whizzed through Dodger's skull... a sly grin suddenly spread across his muzzle, causing some drool and pre to leak through the corners of his mouth, trickling down Bolt's shaft and onto his furry package. Dodger began to bob his head more rapidly and swirl his tongue with more force, making Bolt yelp shortly. He began to yowl again, this time much louder, and his legs immediately tensed up, his hind paws flexing and pedaling. Suddenly he gasped, and he began to buck his hips to the best of his ability, given his position.

"Grrh... I'm g... I'm g...!" he huffed and whimpered, his voice lost on the brink of ejaculation, which for Dodger was the signal to withdraw his lips entirely from Bolt's length, leaving a thick mixture of drool and pre glistening from the tip to Dodger's paw, which he immediately removed. Bolt's cock convulsed lightly in a state of false orgasm as his bucking and huffing subsided. He began to look down at Dodger with a pitiful, confused expression, almost making Dodger feel remorseful for what he had just done, but it was all with Bolt's best interests in mind. Dodger waited for a couple more seconds, during which Bolt glared expectantly, wanting desperately for Dodger to finish him off. Dodger gave one more lewdly devious smirk before returning his paw to Bolt's knot, sticking his tongue out and once again pressing it firmly against the front of Bolt's sensitive organ, dragging slowly upwards, much like how their endeavor had started.

"_RrrrrrryyyyYYYYAALLLP!!!" _ Dodger was thrilled to be met with possibly the loudest, most drawn out yelp he had ever witnessed as Bolt was instantly sent flying into a state of spectacular orgasm.

The first eruption of semen was slight, practically oozing forth and onto Dodger's muzzle as Bolt continued to mrawrl loudly, pedaling and pistoning his legs vigorously. He continued to ejaculate, rope after rope of viscous white cum rocketing upwards. A couple of jets landed across his own chest, another on his muzzle, and another seemed to land between his ears. He closed his eyes and curled his lip slightly as he continued to ride out the most intense orgasm of his young life.

Dodger watched and listened as all this began to unfold, and it drove him insane with lust. As he continued his tongue upwards on Bolt's pulsing shaft, he impulsively reached a paw into his own loins, grasping his own swollen knot. Gasping sharply and struggling to keep his tongue on course as he panted violently onto Bolt's cock through his nose, he bucked one time into his paw, yipping loudly as his viscous reproductive fluid began to squirt onto the floor from his own member. Merely watching and listening to Bolt with the added sensation of fresh, warm cum in his whiskers had brought him painfully close, so a firm paw was all it took to send him overboard. He continued to buck into his paw as he finished with Bolt, long strands of potent, white semen pasting and puddling across the floorboards as his ears flopped back against his head. As Dodger completed his final lap, he resigned to leaning his cheek against the white shepherd's still throbbing, leaking cock, scrubbing it with his cheek lustily and panting heavily through his teeth while his intense climax persisted.

Even as Bolt's fountain calmed, his elbows collapsed and he fell onto his back, continuing to yowl and writhe in orgasmic delight while Dodger continued to stimulate him, the very air he huffed tingling in his lungs as his legs failed to relax.

As Dodger's ejaculation finally slowed to a dribble, he carefully eased himself onto his side, gingerly avoiding the mess he had just made. As he laid his head against the cool floor, he ran his tongue along his lips, thirstily sucking up what Bolt had left in his shaggy muzzle.

Once he was able to catch his breath, he finally got to look up at the damage he had caused. Dodger grinned stupidly at the sight before him- The white dog lay belly-up, in a state of utter defeat, staring dully into space towards the ceiling, with all four of his paws suspended in mid-air. Other than the exaggerated heaving of his chest, he was almost like a statue, albeit splashed from stomach to eartips in his own semen, the still fully erect organ from which it had been expelled laying idly against his abdomen. Enamored by the scene, Dodger summoned the energy to heave forward and affectionately nuzzle the fleshy nook between Bolt's thigh and ribs, nibbling lightly and earning a shudder from the other dog.

Dodger scooted upwards in order to lay level with Bolt. Bolt wormed a bit and pumped his paws upward as he toppled onto his side to meet Dodger's eyes. Dodger grinned at Bolt lovingly as Bolt stared back absently with sleepy lids, utterly stoned by the mind-numbing, blissful afterglow.

"Now are you gonna clean yourself up, there?" Dodger chuckled, marveling at the gooey visage of Bolt, who seemed unbothered. When Bolt didn't answer, Dodger had to wonder if his voice had even been heard. Dodger heaved off the ground slightly, licking at Bolt's muzzle, before moving upwards between his eyes and ears, and even daubing the tip of one ear a little, lapping up as much of his mess as he could, making Bolt blink his eyes and giggle ticklishly. "Or do I gotta do everything for you?" jested Dodger as he finished up, savoring the unique flavor. He drank heavily in the moment, unable to censor a dreamy, blissful smile as he looked on at Bolt's damp face while his insides tingled and fluttered with warmth. His euphoria could hardly be described as afterglow... the sensations simply seemed too cosmically pleasant in comparison to any other "afterglow" he had experienced.

"Feel good?" Dodger asked, suddenly longing for Bolt's voice.

"You..." sigh. "I just... I don't..." Bolt's mind scrambled to find sufficient words. Bolt wanted to tell Dodger that he felt like the best dog in the world, and just how amazing and wonderful the experience had been, but seemed to struggle in finding the proper way to convey it. Dodger got the point, nonetheless, showing it by silencing Bolt with a firm tongue against his nose and lips, and Bolt failed yet again to stifle a soft squeak of delight. With that, Dodger moved in to work on Bolt's spattered chest fur. Bolt's eyes found a stray rope of his release, laying in a glob across the floorboard in front of him. He reached a paw out and dipped it into the splotch, marveling as the viscous fluid clung to his pads, stretching into a thin string as he brought his paw in front of his eyes. "That was a lot..." Bolt remarked, impressed and somewhat enamored by the volume of his seminal discharge, though not surprised given the sheer intensity of the corresponding climax.

Bolt sighed contentedly as the two males basked in their peaceful afterglow, gazing out through the open porthole at a dense, cauliflower-like cloud, one stray remnant from the previous storm. He draped his arm over Dodger's head as his chest was lovingly groomed and scrubbed clean, the touch of Dodger's muzzle sending waves of warmth into his entire torso, coaxing a whimpered sigh from his lungs. He repaid Dodger by caressing and scratching his belly to the best of his ability with a hind paw, taking care not to abrade the sensitive, still-erect member with his nails. In addition to the potent, intoxicating scent of lust and sex that hung around them, Bolt also got to take another whiff of the cool, salty breeze that permeated the cozy interior, serving to soothe his nerves even further.

He felt more content than he ever had since he was a pup. He shut his lids as he tousled Dodger's soft, rust colored ears. Bolt could think of no proper way to fully repay him for what he had done... He had successfully convinced Bolt that life was worth living outside a TV studio. As far as Bolt was concerned, Dodger had given him everything- he only wished he had a way to thank him. For now, however, snuggling him tightly as he tenderly licked the mess from his fur would do just fine...

Bolt moaned quietly as Dodger slowly hauled his long tongue up his chest, mopping the length of his neck. The wet, powerful canine muscle sloppily tugged at his fur completely the "wrong" way, but it felt anything but wrong as it sent every other fur in his pelt on end. His paws explored downwards on Dodger's strong back as both lay on their side. So good...

He yipped and flinched instinctively as the base of his tail was suddenly and briefly grazed by something that felt searingly hot. Bolt almost immediately grasped the situation at hand, and blushed heavily under his fur. Dodger ceased licking and looked at Bolt apologetically, possibly even with an expression of pained restraint.

"Sorry, I..."

"No, no, no, it's just..." Until now, Bolt had never been pleasured sexually by someone else, much less mounted. But when Dodger had probed under his tail, startled as he was, he was pleasantly startled. Just that one taste... had brought Bolt completely out of his sheath once again, and he suddenly and urgently wanted to figure out what it could feel like to have Dodger inside him. Still, a bit intimidating... "I've never been mounted, you know..."

"Yeah, me neither," Dodger chuckled. "But we won't do anything you don't wanna-" he gasped slightly as his back was suddenly squeezed sharply by Bolt's strong paws, their faces centimeters apart.

"No, just... Do with me what you will..." Bolt tried to cloak the excitement in his voice by sounding casual, but in reality he was begging Dodger, and Dodger wasn't fooled as he looked up into Bolt's wanting eyes. Bolt watched as Dodger gleefully cracked a wide smile, before his own muzzle was attacked. Failing to contain his own excitement, and having recovered surprisingly quickly, Bolt subtly rolled his hips into Dodger's stomach as he was lustily smooched. A pair of large grey paws snaked behind him, one of them squeezing the muscles in his back and the other pressing on the back of his head.

Dodger broke the kiss, and gave Bolt a final reassuring smile before he sunk back downwards, his eyes about level with Bolt's shoulders. The paw that held Bolt's head moved to his lower back, and the one placed on his lower back moved to grasp its owner's own erect member, carefully waving it into position under Bolt's tail and pressing the tip against him, making him shiver and squeak again. As Dodger shifted, Bolt's stiff girth was squeezed between his belly and Dodger's stomach, much to Bolt's approval. Resisting the urge to buck himself all the way into him, Dodger looked tentatively at Bolt.

"Ready?" asked Dodger, and was met with an eager nod. "'Kay..." Dodger firmly grasped Bolt's flank, and began to gently attempt to sink his tip inwards.

"Gmmsh..." Bolt bucked once and caught himself before he continued, briefly throwing Dodger's trajectory off. With a paw around his knot, Dodger probed to relocate his target, and quickly found it. He tried again, gently rolling his hips forward. "Ahah..." Bolt panted, his body tensing, but Dodger had managed to slide his first inch inside. The generous amount of precum and true cum which slickened Dodger's shaft helped immensely with the process, but he mercifully made an effort to pause and give Bolt time to adjust.

"Keep going," Bolt pleaded, panting, his entire body wracked and tingling with anticipation. Dodger didn't argue or hesitate at this point, slowly beginning to sink his entire shaft into Bolt, sending a surge of pressure down his cock and through his reproductive system.

"Ohooohhohhooohh..." Bolt whimpered and whined loudly, thoroughly enjoying every bit of the discomfort as he was gradually penetrated. He squeezed Dodger's back, and subsequently compressed his rock-hard member between Dodger's belly fur and his own, making him whine with even more lusty pleasure. As he writhed and bucked slightly, scratching Dodger's ribcage with a hind paw, and with Dodger nearly all the way inside him, he reasoned with the small part of his brain which was thinking straight; It was smart of Dodger to suck him off beforehand, or else he would definitely be long finished by now.

Even so, as Dodger began to rock his hips back and forth, pushing Bolt forward and back each time he did so, Bolt's cock pulsed, generating pre, as well as exuding leftover bits of cum from his previous ejaculation and smearing it across Dodger's fur as he was bounced to and fro.

Bolt began to squeeze Dodger firmly. Before him was a sampler of pure pleasure... so immense that Bolt was completely overwhelmed, finding himself unable to pant just hard enough. On one end of his body he could feel the very contour of Dodger's member as it steadily slid in and out of his tail, from the tapered end to the thick knot which tapped at his sensitive entrance. It was undeniably painful, but it felt amazing. In another area, his hot, oozing red cock was relentlessly squeezed, scrubbed, and kneaded between Dodger's soft white fur and his own as their bodies shifted around. Icing the cake was none other than Dodger himself, licking and nibbling lovingly at his chest fur.

Through all this attention, Bolt found himself incapable of speech, only jagged pants, squeaks, and whispered yowls as he clenched his eyes and held his mouth agape. Incapable of immediate climax, due to his recent previous endeavor with Dodger, he could only surrender to the relentless, seemingly infinite explosions of pain and pleasure that wracked his entire body. Energy from every end of him coursed towards his loins. He felt the familiar, wonderful pressure within the base of his member, ready to unload all over both of them, but it never happened. Bolt found a renewal in his life, upon learning that his body had the capacity for such overwhelming, mind-blowing, stupefying pleasure beyond anything he had experienced, even while licking or pawing himself off.

Dodger found himself in a similar situation, also reduced to whining pathetically, which surprised him since he wasn't typically very vocal, even when he sexed it up. This time, however, each and every time Bolt clenched around his pistoning shaft, it felt like the most amazing orgasm he had ever felt. His heart pounded and leapt in his chest as he held Bolt closely, as his body was squeezed inwards, as he continued to taste Bolt's chest, as Bolt writhed against him and yowled over his head.

Bolt began to alternate between clenching his teeth and panting, drooling from a wide mouth. He squeaked as Dodger's vice-like arms hugged around his back even tighter still, compressing his torso. His breath began to sync with Dodger's thrusts as he sped up, his knot now attempting to gain entry. Dodger made a conscious effort to slow down before addressing Bolt.

"Can I... Can... Can I... knot??" Dodger sputtered and panted, the part of his brain responsible for speech failing to function normally, but the words had barely escaped his muzzle before Bolt gave his answer.

"YYEESS!!" Bolt begged, making Dodger's ears twitch slightly and stoking the roaring fire of sensation in his chest as he obeyed, now humping his sizable knot vigorously against the base of Bolt's tail, struggling to maintain control as he was driven by a combination of feeling himself fully inside Bolt's bowels and the enthralling sound of Bolt's impassioned vocals, desperately hungering for the entire girth. As his blood tingled within his veins, Dodger was more than eager to give it to him.

Drool leaked from corner of Dodger's mouth as he swung his hind legs forward, kicking his gray feet out behind Bolt, while Bolt clenched his eyes and ground his teeth shut as he scratched and hugged Dodger's flanks with his own feet. Bolt whined in slight pain as the frontal face of Dodger's hard knot began to stretch him, gradually opening him enough to admit more and more of the round bulb.

"Yaaahh...haaayAAAAH!!" The tying of the knot was indicated by yet another long, loud, drawn out crying yelp from Bolt, as he suddenly began to spasm from the overload of pleasure. The tip of the throbbing, lurching mass inside his rump suddenly hit something, something obviously connected to his own cock, since the moment it made contact sent his entire shaft into a conniption. His panting breath shot into overdrive as his tongue instantly flicked out of his maw, slapping Dodger across the top of the head. He humped forcefully against Dodger's belly, slathering it with gobs of pre, the size of which Bolt wouldn't have thought himself capable of producing. All this was driven by the sensation that something behind Bolt's knot felt ready to explode violently and wonderfully under the pressure of Dodger's thrusts. His body was thrown into a different plane, the damp hair on his chest prickling ever so slightly as he approached orgasm at breakneck speed.

Finally, after what felt like an hour of pure orgasm pulsing through his veins, Bolt knew that the real thing had arrived. "Ay... Dodgeraah ay... aaahhhoooo.... Eeesh... hoooooAAAAAAH!!!!" The peak of Bolt's lusty howl blasted through his wide-open muzzle with power which rivaled that of the best super-bark that had come from it before as his ears pressed against the surface of his neck. He punched his hips forward in a long, sweeping thrust with such force that it jerked Dodger's hips along with, tugging his knot against Bolt's muscles as his ominously large, bright red erection rode briskly from Dodger's belly to his chest and blew the first shot of his gushing load into Dodger's already-wet chestfur. Bolt squealed lustfully through his nose as he completely lost control of his pulsing white body. Without his permission, his jaw suddenly clamped down onto one of Dodger's floppy rust-colored ears, eliciting a very sharp yip from the terrier as he swirled his tongue, tasting every inch of the soft, luxurious fur inside his mouth, squealing into it as he continued to thrash wildly and soak Dodger's front side with his white fluids.

Bolt had bitten Dodger's ear... and squealed. It hurt... but it felt oh, so amazing. This, combined with feeling his tummy being graced with the seed of the cutest, most beautiful, most amazing oooaaGGH!! Now Dodger's self-control failed him as he compressed Bolt's quivering body with every muscle that would listen. Dodger's thighs tensed and his toes curled as he slammed violently into Bolt's tail, making a mess out of Bolt's neckfur with his face as he began to unload. Warm, rippling waves powered outwards starting in his loins, knocking every nerve ending in his entire body into a rampant spasm of pleasure as he spilled his canine jizz deep inside the white shepherd. Dodger's own reproductive fluid gushed into every crevice of Bolt's bowels all the way up to the knot, until his cock was practically swimming in it, the stimulating friction suddenly turning into blissful, warm wetness around the organ from which the juices had been released.

Slowly alighting the summit of the most intense explosion of sexual passion and sensation that either had experienced, the mad pulse and shuffle of the two males gradually calmed to a sway as the last trickles of canine seed they had to give were given. As tingling afterglow began to set upon them, so too did an overwhelming exhaustion. Both dogs had degraded to huffing and wheezing, their white chests heaving against each other.

"I... I'm... sorry... I bite your... you..." Bolt choked out in between labored pants. His eyelids stayed closed. Dodger's right paw hung limp over Bolt's shoulder, and his left remained pinned under his ribs.

"No... I love..." were the only words Dodger bothered to assemble before once again resigning to his exhaustion. Though their reproductive organs had ceased their spasms, orgasmic waves still resonated deep within the chests of both canines, pulsing into their warm, otherwise comfortably numb extremities as both males gasped for air.

For Bolt, the lingering sensations forced a huge, goofy, rapturous grin across his cheeks as his lids fell loose and he panted through his teeth. As for the large mass in his rump- it was no longer painful in the least, instead rather... relaxing. The tension was rather reminiscent of the satisfaction he received when he stretched his paws out in front of him, popping his spine, simultaneously straining and relaxing his tight muscles after a long, heavy nap. Completing the picture was the spent, heaving heap of dog that was Dodger, who looked perfectly content to doze off and dream. With adoration welling in his chest, Bolt once again took the terrier in a warm, tight and contented embrace, lapping at his silky, floppy ears and appreciating every curve of his warm, soft, shaggy body.

Dodger, on the other hand, finally surrendered. He let his entire body fall limp, submitting to the white dog's snuggles, eyes rolling back behind his lids as a sleepy cloud of musk spiraled the pile of dogs before wafting directly into Dodger's nostrils and through his lungs. Its potency railed on the verge of toxic as it took all capacity from every muscle in his body, rendering him without strength even to lick the creamy evidence from his own wet chest, even if he wanted to. He whimpered slightly when Bolt's strong tongue tickled behind his ear in a particularly sensitive way.

Dodger didn't care if his body ever stirred again. He was inside Bolt's embrace, and that's where he wished to stay. Always. As long as Bolt was a part of his being, he felt content to forsake everything else in the universe, and nothing could harm him. If he were to fall asleep entwined with Bolt and never wake, he could honestly say he wouldn't care.

Dodger's muscles may not have been functional, but they didn't need to be. As far as Dodger was concerned, he was utterly invincible.