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"Centering my aura" Cadpig moaned quietly as she leaned back against the rock, somewhere deep in the cornfield at the dearly farm. The cornfield was usually off limits to the puppies. Perdeta had expressed specific rules about not going in there. She was afraid one of the puppies would get lost in the rows of food and no one would be able to find him. Cadpig, however, quite often snuck into the field anyway, finding it one of the most quiet, and peaceful places on the farm. Well, at the moment it was, since quite a degree of noise was coming from the little puppy herself.
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"Ooooohmmmm hee heeeeee, yeah" She churred, her paws sinking deeper into the depths of her young sex. She rocked her hips, fingering her small wet twat with her paws, moaning quietly all the while. Honestly, she found masturbation helped her get into a relaxed state, and it was a heck of a lot more fun then meditating. She rolled onto her back, her hind legs sticking up into the air as she molested herself, loving the wet, squishing sound that came with her little paws being crammed into her needed slit.
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"M, more, Śmmmm Oh, I can't take it" She whined, a goofy grin over her muzzle, as the young puppy tried to sit up, drunk off her own pleasure. She switched positions, this time, raising her butt towards the sky, and slipping her paws between her legs, humping herself like mad. 
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"Oh, Oh yes, I'm, gonna" She squealed in a sudden, pleasured filled yelp, her paws and inner thighs becoming soaked with her juices. Her puppy cream dribbled lazily down her legs and formed a puddle larger then she was on the ground below. With no energy left, Cadpig slumped to the ground, mumbling nonsense as she basked in the afterglow of her own masturbation. She woke up an hour later, rubbing her eyes, and listening to the sounds of birds and crows chattering to one and other. 
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"Would you shut up?! I'm trying to meditate" Cadpig grumbled, and sighed, trying to find her center. She grinned slightly. Nope, she couldn't find it.
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 "Oh darn, I guess I have to get relaxed again." She said with a mock sigh.
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