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			<center><font size="+2">Eight Spots In A Duffel Bag</font><br>
<i>By Spin</i></center>
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"Are you sure, this is a good idea Lucky?" Cadpig complained, while Lucky unzipped the gymbag. 
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"Sure I'm sure. We stow away in the duffle bag while Anita packs, and sneak onto the plane while we're in the air. It's the only way were going to be able to help Rolly." He said. Cadpig frowned, but silently nodded her head. The whole series of events seemed unreal to her as she climbed into the tight space with Lucky, snug against his furry body. He zipped the bag, and left the two of them in the darkness, the only sound was his gentle breathing next to her. Rolly. He had somehow, gotten over to Euorpe due to a misadventure, and a mishap him and Lucky had. Luckly, Cruella was heading thier, with Anita. Using her private jet,  they were going to be there for a few days. Just enough time to find Rolly, and get back onto the plane with Anita. She sighed and closed her eye, breathing the stuffy, warm air of the bag, she found herself dozing quietly. 
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Cadpig awoke with a start when the duffle bag violently turned on it's side. Luckily for her, the clothing packed into the back helped to muffle the fall. She twisted about, trying to remember where she was and why it was so dark when she heard a quiet "Oof" behind her. 
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	"What? Lucky?" 
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	"Don't...move..." Lucky hissed quietly. As she calmed down, Cadpig was aware she could hear voices. Human voices. Rodger and Anita, they were arguing about something. 
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	"But, you promised you'd stay!" Rodger whined, slamming the duffle back onto the table. Anita sighed and snatched it away from him, and turned to leave. 
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	"I SAID, I'd think about it. I think this could be a real help in my career Rodger. And not many get to visit Europe. I'm sorry you can't come, it's a busniess trip." She said, but Rodger grabbed onto the duffle bag's other strap, and tugged it back towards him. 
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	"But.." He said, giving the bag another tug, jostling the contents inside. Anita frowned, and yanked the bag away from him before he could finished. 
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	"Rodger, I'm sorry, but this it important to me. I'll be back before you know it, ok? It' jsut one weekend. " anita scowled. Rodger felt his heart sink. 
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	"But...any weekend away from you is too long..." He whined. Anita turned around and smiled, shaking her head. She walked up to her husband and kissed him, crushing the duffle bag inbetween them, and laughed. 
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	"You think your lines are gonaa work on me? I'll bring you something nice back, ok? But, really I have to go. If I don't..." She sighed quietly. Rodger knew the answer to that one too. Cruella wouldn't stand for it, and she'd be fire. He sighed, and grabbed the duffle bag, tossed it aside, so it landed roughly inbetween Anita's other luggage, and kisses his wife. He kissed her long, and he kissed her good. 
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	"You...sure...this is...the only way?" A bruised Cadpig whined to an upside down Lucky.
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	"Oof! Watch it!" Lucky grumbled as Cadpig bumped against him. It really wasn't her fault, he knew, but he hadn't expceted to be stuck, cramped inside of that bag for more then two hours. Anita and Cruella were driving to the airport, with Cruella, driving unfortunetly. 
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	"Seesh, sorry. You know I'd wear my seatbelt if there were any." Cadpig growled, she slammed against Lucky. Finally, they became situated. With Lucky underneath her, and Cadpig on top, both of them bracing themselfs against the clothing inside of the duffle bag, they managed to not be knocked around nearly as much. 
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	"Ugh, how far is the airport!?" Cadpig whined as another jolt pressed her closer against Lucky. She growled quietly, and tried to distance herself from him. Not that she minded her sibilgin's company, but the stuffy duffle bag was getting hot, and she didn't want to be pressed up against sweaty fur. But try as she might, she couldn't stop herself from being jolted around by Cruella's insane driving. 
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	"Not sure. Just hang on." Lucky grumbled. Hang on, sure, easy for him tosay. He wasn't the size of a- her thoughts her jarred like her body as as a pot hole crumpled her body against Lucky. She was drapped across his back like a pony ride. He make some remark about her, but she ignored it. She was tired of being in this stupid, stuffy bag, getting tossed around like...like luggage! She growled quietly, and wrapped her legs around Lucky's lower back, and used her fore paws to hold onto the top of the bag, hoping to maybe stablize herself. The effect she got was slightly diffrent then the one she had anticipated. While the position of her body, did indeed, differ the shocks of each bump in the road, each "bump" as it were, forced her to press against Lucky in a rather, intimate mannor. 
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	"Hey, thats a lot better Cadpig...ugh, keep still." Lucky growled quietly, his mind busy on keeping the two of them stable while the heavy rattle of movement happened everywhere around them. Cadpig blushed slightly, thankful for the darkness around them, and held her legs tight around Lucky. She bit her lip when a second jolt rattled though her, causing her vagina to caress Lucky's lower back, the soft, gentle fur tickling her in a way she wished it wouldn't. Another jolt caused a small, but noticible change in the degree of dryness there was around her privates, and Cadpig bit her lip tighter. Not only was the pressure and the movement around the bag bad, but Lucky began to wiggle about underneath her. 
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	"Ugh, Lucky, wh, what are you doing?!" Cadpig whined while Lucky squirmed. 
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	"There's a hole over here...and it's stuffy under you." The pup growled, wiggling further against Cadpig, causing her to suffer more of the intimate contact. 
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	"I need some air." Lucky growled, while Cadpig tried to hold on tighter. 
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	"Hey! Don't move! I'll lose my grip!" She whined, but Lucky only laughed. 
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	"Naw, it's just over here, just a bit further." He said confidently, wiggling his body towards the supposed hole in the side of the bag. Cadpig had to bite her tongue to keep from moaning when another jolt hit, causing a smear of her fluids to rub against Lucky's back. He hadn't noticed, and she really hope he wouldn't. 
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	"Thats better." Lucky said, his voice muffled by his face pressed up against the side of the bag. With his nose outside of it, he wouldn't be able to smell her, which was good, in a sense. Cadpig growled quietly, trying to ignore the raising wells of pleasure that were begining to stir deep within her. She wasn't about to let something so embarassing happen, not if she could help it. Unfortunetly, she didn't have much of a choice...
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"Cruella! Err, d, do you really think it's nessicarry to drive this fast? It's kind of a bumpy ride..." Anita whined as Cruella floored it. 
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	"Anita, the sooner we get to Europe, the sooner we can get your new designs onto the cover of my magazine."
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	"You...have a magazine?"
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	"Well not yet, but I'm sure the french are just dyyying to get a treat of me goregeous face...Anita? Are you sick? Don't you dare vomit in this car!!
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	"S, sorry, I'm just...maybe we shouldn't go so fast."
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	"Nonsense! Speed is the best thing for an upset tummy."
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	"...What? Where on earth did you hea-"
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	"ROADKILL!"	
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	"Cruella!!"	
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	"Damn...missed the little cretain by that much...too bad we don't have time to drive back and try again." She laughed. Anita sighed, wishing she were in Rodger's arms right now, her body felt like it had just been through a washing machine, her heart pounding in her throat. And only ten more minutes to go. Hurray. 
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	"Hey, Cadpig, what's that?"
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	"W, what's what?" A nervous, and very, very embarassed Cadpig responded, her voice jittery and her legs felt like jelly. 
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	"There's something wet on me...did you...?" 
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	"N, no! Of course not. There were just a few bumps..."
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	"Well, Good. I HOPED that you of all dogs were paper trained. 
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	"What? Pap-...OOOOOH...Of course, aheheheh...yeah..."
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	"But it smells kinda like..."
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	"BACK in the hole!"	
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	"What?"
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	""Y, freash air. It's good for you in this stuffy bag. Go on." Cadpig said, manuvering her hips so Lucky's nose would be pushed back against the hole of the back. Having him smell her orgasm would have been beyond embarassing. She churred quietly, at the sensation of that movement, Lucky's haunches pressing up against her, while, the bumps from the crusing car made it harder and harder to resist a second orgasm, and just like that, she came. She couldn't stop herself, hot puppy fluid dribbled down Lucky's sides in the darkness, while Cadpig writhed in pleasure, and horror at what was about to happen. Would he suspect, would he figure out what she just did? The car stopped. 
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	"WERE HEEERE!" Creulla cheered, leaping from the car, while Anita nearly collapsed out of it. 
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	"Hurry up and get your things Anita. Were on a schedule, Busy busy busy!!" She cried out while Anita slowly walked around the back of the car where the trunk was poped, waiting for her to grab her gear: One duffle bag, and one suit case. She hefted them up, the duffle bag curiously heavier then she remembered it, and tossed it over a shoulder, while she carried the suitcase in one hand. 
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	"Um, Cruella, where are your bags?"
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	"Oh, Darling, my clothes are already in france."
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	"They are?"
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	"Come come, were wasting vauable time. Toss your luggage onto the plane and lets GO!"
	Anita sighed, and followed her bosses instructions. The airport was bustling and very busy, but Cruella's private jet was sitting by it's lonesome on a realitive quiet runway. Anita climbed aboard the plane, having stored her luggage in the back, and sat down, waiting to see what would happen to her, Cruella, and her designs, once they reached Paris.  

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






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