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			<center><font size="+2">The New Cadet: Part 2</font><br>
<i>By Spin</i></center>
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Pongo growled quietly, glancing left and right, before walking across the lush grass of the farm, his face twisted in a grim snarl. 
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"Way to go Pongo...way to go." He said to himself, feeling the pang of shame blast him. It was the Kernals fault. Pre-orgasmic bastard...Pongo shuddered a bit, looking at the quiet door of the house. He didn't deserve to sleep in doors...he was a horrible dog. He couldn't beleive what he had done. It had all happened so quickly. So...so...so... Cadpig...Cadpig had fallen asleep under the stars. She was watching them, or meditating, or something, but her position...she was so small, her muzzle was open... Pongo shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts, but they kept coming. 
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"Cadpig? Honey? Why arn't you asleep?" 
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"Mmmhh.gefeh....sleep..."	
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"OH..heh...you ARE asleep..." 
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"Mmmm.." 
He glanced down. His aching member throbbing with need, a tiny bead of pre dribbled down the hot red shaft. No...Pongo thought to himself. He suddenly felt a horrible pang of guilt for even thinking it but...but he was desprite...a male just doesn't get from being taken under the tail and not having an orgasm. It just...you just didn't do that. It was the kernals fault he was even considering it. Considering it?! No! No he wasn't considering it at all! He looked down at the little puppy, her muzzle opening, and she muttered quietly. The snowy white fur...it looked so soft and so ...Pongo whimpered quietly, looking down at the youthful dog. He couldn't..could he? It wasn't...it...it was a horrible idea...but she wouldn't remember a thing. She was asleep...and, he didn't have to...he could just...Pongo whimpered quietly, slowly lowing his hips just a bit infront of Cadpig's open muzzle. She didn't stir much, only sniffed at the tip of his aching member, her cute, pink little nose twitching a bit, before she gave a sleep sigh. 
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"I...It's a popsicle...a...a big popsicle. " Pongo whispered desperetly, watching the girl mumbles something. She grinned a bit, and then, to Pongo's delight, she wrapped her lips around the tip. OH...OH...The pleasure was instant. Cadpig's muzzle was so tight and warm and soft and...Pongo shuddered, his chest heaving. 
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"T, that's it..ooooo...a popsicles...ssssssss'the best you veerre..ever tasted..." Pongo whimpered. She began to suckle harder, taking more of the huge prick into her muzzle. 
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"OH...thats it.." Pongo whimpered, almost crying. Drool seeped from his lips, covering his chin. It was...the most amazing blowjob was being given to him by his own daughter. The guilt subsided as Cadpig flicked her tongue across the hot bobbing cock, making Pongo grip the grass below him. 
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"Yes..." he whimpered, his voice just a horny squeak. She did it again, and Pongo slowly realized the climax that was approaching fast.
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"H, honey.., C, c, Cadpig, leggo.." He whimpered, but Cadpig mumbled something, and hung on, the suction from her muzzle increasing around the pulsing length. 
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"N, no...Cadpig..l, ooo...leggo.." He begged again, more pre trickling into Cadpig's muzzle, Pongo's resistence to the powerful orgasm he was about to exprience draining away. 
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"Please..honey...d, drop it..droooop it.." Pongo begged. He was going to cum! He gasped quietly, and jerked his cock from her lips, just as his orgasm hit. He fired, hot ribbons of dalmatain semen shot across Cadpig's muzzle, lips, and most of her head. She chuckled quietly, and squirmed a bit, as Pongo's orgasm slowly dribbled down to nothing. He gasped, looking at the small puppy covered in his spunk. He took a step back, and then another, until it turned into a full out run towards the house. He stopped a few steps before he reached it, sighing deeply. 
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"Way to go Pongo....way to go." He cursed himself.  

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The End
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<i>Spin - The pup who spins the best tales ^ ^</i>






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