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			<center><font size="+2">Phantom of the Farm</font><br>
<i>By Spin</i></center>
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Lucky blinked his eyes open slowly, peering towards the dusty roof over his head. The barn. He was in the barn.  And it was night time. He blinked a few more times, and slowly sat up, rubbing at his shoulder with gentle paw. </P>
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<P>&#9;“The race with Tripod today”  He groaned quietly, blinking his eyes once again, as they slowly became adjusted to the gloom that clouded the room around him. As his vision became accustom to the familiar shapes, and figures in the barn, he gave a quiet sigh.  It wasn’t his shoulder that had woken him up, but the sensation of something else…something out of place that bothered him so much that he found himself jolted out of his sleep by his senses. He scanned his surroundings again. The barn. Home to dozens of dogs, all similar to him. All Dalmatian.  Cold wet noses, waggling tails, white coats, black spots, all kidnapped on that fateful night that bought them all together as a family that would put the Brady Bunch to shame.  </P>
<P>&#9;Lucky’s vision played across the sleeping figures of dogs, by sight alone, he was able to pick them out, one by one from the large piles they slept in for warmth. Patch, Rover, Jewel, Stamp…He sighed softly. Everything seemed like it was in it’s place, everything seemed like it was the was it was supposed to be, but for some reason, he couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that something terrible was about to happen. </P>

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<P>&#9;“Lucky.” A voice whispered to him. He twisted around with a surprised yelp, eyes flickering wildly over the figure with the voice. That voice…A voice cold, cruel, and evil, like that of a terribly demon whom had crept from the depths of hell looking for it’s first taste of blood in the dead hours of the night. It was Cadpig. </P>
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<P>“Cadpig.” Lucky groaned quietly as Cadpig cleared her throat of whatever it was that had obstructed her vocal pipes. </P>
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<P>&#9;“Lucky? What are you doing up?”</P>
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<P>&#9;“I couldn’t sleep. Cause you were staring at me. “</P>
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<P>&#9;“Oh. Sorry.”</P>
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<P>&#9;“Why are you awake?”</P>

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<P>&#9;“I…” Cadpig trailed off, and slowly, maneuvered her small, miniscule body towards the patch of moonlight that shone though a low window in the barn. She gave a soft, wavering sigh, and leaned her paws onto the window’s sill, peering out at the landscape that was her home. She lived on a farm, and almost everyday it was sunny and pleasant and sweet. The sun would shine, the birds would sing, and she and her siblings would have adventures each and every day. And each and every day, they would come home, and Lucky would curl up next to his step sister Two-Tone, and she would ask him how his day was, and he’d drill every detail into her. And every night, Rolly would curl up next to his bag of corn fritters, and watch T.V. and nibble until he fell asleep. And every night, Spot would disappear back to the hen house and chat with the other chickens…and every night Cadpig would sit and meditate. </P>
<P>&#9;And she would meditate and contemplate and muse about how horribly lonely she was, even on a farm of Dalmatians that numbered so many more then fifty, she was lonely. </P>
<P>&#9;She sighed looking out the window, letting her eyes trail along the shadows and gloom that the pale moonlight cast over the farm. </P>
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<P>&#9;“Lucky…do you ever feel lonely living here?” She asked aloud. She received a snore in reply, and the canine snorted angrily. She of course, couldn’t blame him, waking your brother up at 1:32 in the morning had it’s drawbacks. She sighed again, sinking into a deeper slouch, glaring out the window. She had become so lonely, it was beginning to affect her sleeping patterns. She froze. </P>
<P>It moved.</P>
<P>Something outside was moving. It was ever so much bigger then a fly, or a bug. Bigger then a cat…it was a dog. </P>
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<P>&#9;“Lucky! Hey…Hey Lucky!” Cadpig whispered, backing up slowly towards the sibling in question, but not daring take her eyes of the shaded figure moving about the fields of her farm. She poked her brother with a finger.  Whom only batted it away and growled quietly. Cadpig narrowed her soft, sapphire eyes to slit, and took a running bound towards the window. She landed in the soft grass only inches below, and took off towards the moving creature, whom had disappeared somewhere near a very large haystack. </P>

<P>&#9;Cadpig glanced around, panting quietly, as she reached the haystacks where she had last seen the figure whom disappeared. </P>

<P>&#9;“What on earth…Hello?” She called out quietly. She received no response. No call of another dog, no hiss of a cat. No ribbit of a frog. Not even the rustling of leaves or sound of paws. It was very unsettling…the farm was dead silent. It was something that made her ears perk. Dead silent…not even the sound of a cricket. She frowned. </P>
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<P>&#9;“What…hello?” She called out again, suddenly feeling very, very scared. She shank back into a small, trembling polka-dotted ball, and twisted her body so she was turned to return to the barn. She saw something. She was sure she saw something, but upon closer inspection of her bold and daring plan to discover what it was, she found a terrible flaw, She was all alone. Her ears perked at the sound of rustling behind her, and suddenly, something was on top of her! Cadpig didn’t even have a chance to scream. </P>

<P>She struggled as he dragged her towards the corn fields, her body twisting and weaving, bucking and wiggling- but it was no hope. His fingers were like ice, and his grip was like steel. For all her struggling, she  found herself complete and totally helpless to this creatures strength. She whimpered quietly around whatever it was that had been stuffed in her muzzle, and gave one last ditch attempt to free herself from her confines. No luck.</P>
<P>They stopped. </P>

<P>&#9;Cadpig´s ears perked as the stranger slowly removed his iron grip from her body and placed her down on the soft dirt. Slowly, he stepped into her gaze, his figure illuminated by the silvery streaks of moonlight in the sky…Cadpig´s eyes widened. </P>

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<P>&#9;He was a puppy. A puppy dressed in a long black cape, a top hat, and a bright white mask that completely covered his face. Even the nose was hidden underneath it. She gave him a confused glance and the Puppy tilted his head softly.   </P>
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<P>&#9;“My name….is phantom.” Said the dog in an obviously male voice. Cadpig still looked confused. Suddenly, her ears perked, and she knew exactly what was going on. A prank. This was some prank set up by Zig and Zag, the youngest of her siblings. She snarled around her gag and twisted to roll over and escape whatever was about to happen to her, but Phantom placed a let on her slender tummy and glared at her. </P>
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<P>&#9;“Don’t move.” He whispered softly. Cadpig was about to sit up and throw this dog off her when she suddenly picked up one something. The scent. Phantom didn’t have a scent she could pick up at all. Not a scent of Zig, or Zag. Not a scent of any of her siblings. Not a scent of the barn. She felt a shiver rush down her spine. Not even the scent of her town, Gruelty. This dog wasn’t from around here. He was a complete stranger. And what’s worse. He had bound her, tied her arms behind her back with something, carried her off into the corn field, and gagged her. </P>
<P>Cadpig´s heart skipped a beat. </P>
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<P>&#9;“That’s right…You can feel it can’t you?“  Phantom asked, the moonlight seeming to make him glow before her. He knelt down next to Cadpig, and nuzzled her softly, forcing a surprised gasp from the pup. </P>
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<P>&#9;“I’m not going to hurt you, my sweet.  I’m just here to make your dreams come true.  I know what you wish for…you wish a knight, in shining armor, would one day come, and sweep you off your feet. Many girls wish for such things, but how often does it happen?” Phantom asked- and with that, he pulled his mask off. He was the most beautiful male Cadpig had even seen. His nose was perfect, round, cute, black as night…his face was without any imperfection. He had pristine, alabaster fur, white as white could get. He had smooth features, a strong chin, blue starry eyes, wisps of hair hung over his face.  Cadpig´s heart skipped two beats. </P>

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<P>&#9;“I did not want to kidnap you…I did not want to scare the others…I only…wanted…you…” Phantom whispered. Cadpig was in his arms, his grasp so warm and loving, his touch so inviting…she shivered. </P>
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<P>“I can smell your need…your desire…your lust.”  Phantom hissed softly into Cadpig´s ear, forcing the small, shy dog to turn bright red with embarrassment. She tried to look away, but Phantom kept whispering, his words seeming to flow directly to her ears.</P>
<P>&#9;“So hot…between your legs, your delicates ache for attention. Demanding a male’s touch, demanding to be handled by a prince, to put you in your place, to pleasure you my dear, in ways you’ve never been pleasured before. You desire to be filled…to be touched, to be bought to an orgasm that makes you pass out. “ Phantom whispered. With every word, Cadpig blushed harder and harder and harder, until her entire face was an deep and angry scarlet and she buried her head against the strong chest of the puppy next to her. He put her down, the dog, cowering shyly in front of him, but he smiled and lowered his head, slowly nudging it between the small puppy’s thighs. </P>
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<P>&#9;“Ahhh, like a waterfall…you’ve been needing this for a long time, haven’t you puppy?”  Phantom asked. Cadpig blushed even harder, and nodded her head. He touched her. Just once, pressing his nose gently against her hot, dripping slot, and Cadpig nearly jumped. His touch was electric. Amazing, and fulfilling all at once! He reached down, pulling her thighs apart, exposing her cunny to him completely and took a long, greedy lick across the entrance of her tunnel. Slowly, his tongue raked across the silky, buttery opening of her treasure, twisting and turning his pink, organ around, forcing squeals of arousal from Cadpig´s gagged lips. She bucked her hips helplessly, bringing her soaked privates right to Phantom’s muzzle, her his tongue pressed into her, washing her inner walls, drawing horny squeals from Cadpig. She had never felt like this before! Oh, she’d been horny, she’d be lustful, she’d even touched herself on occasion, (several occasions, actually)  but this was wild. This was something completely new and different. Something she’d never felt before. It wasn’t lust. It was something beyond lust, and it burned like an eternal blaze between her loins. She was crying, begging, moaning, pleading for it: And Phantom delivered. She’d never felt a need so badly, and never in her entire young life, had she been pleasured so much. Phantom’s tongue was like magic, touching all of her sensitive buttons, knowing just when to twitch, just when to wiggle, just when to slurp. She was soaked in her juices, the ground splattered below her with her own arousal, and just when she couldn’t take it anymore- she came. She came much harder then she had even climaxed before. She gave herself a headache with her own orgasm, pleasure shooting off in her brain in such ways that she didn’t think it was possible.</P>
<P>&#9;And there she was. Lying on the ground, drooling helplessly, squirming and moaning as her orgasm wracked her small body again and again and again and again…</P>

<P>“Cadpig?” </P>

<P>“Muzzlereg…”</P>

<P>“Cadpig? Wake up…hey?</P>

<P>“Zug…Go…”</P>

<P>“Cadpig?”</P>

<P>&#9;Something was rubbing her arm. Rubbing it firmly, shaking her out of her slumber and forcing her to comfort the harsh reality of the world around her. Cornfield. Cornfield?</P>
<P>That didn’t make any sense.</P>

<P>“Cadpig? What are you doing out here?” A familiar voice. Lucky. Lucky was talking to her. Cadpig groaned quietly and sat up, her head was spinning like crazy. </P>
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<P>&#9;“L… Lucky?” She asked slowly, looking around. Her older brother frowned and reached down, nudging the smaller pup with his nose.</P>
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<P>&#9;“Cadpig, what’s wrong with you?! You were gone from the barn, mom freaked out, thought you were missing, she’s got everyone looking for you?! What are you doing out here?!” He scolded. Cadpig frowned, opened her mouth to explain what happened, then shook her head slowly, her eyes blank, wide and confused. </P>
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<P>&#9;“I…I don’t know…the last thing I can remember was being upset with you for falling asleep while I was talking to you in the barn. “She said quietly, shaking her head. Lucky rolled his eyes. His sister and her crazy mediation… 
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The End
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<i>Spin - The pup who spins the best tales ^ ^</i>






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