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			<center><font size="+2">Pillow Trap</font><br>
<i>By Spin</i></center>
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It was late. Sure it was late, but he couldn't sleep. No he 
couldn't sleep; not when the image of that sexy undertail was in 
his mind, not when he could smell her scent only inches away. No
he couldn't sleep when a pink shaft of flesh stood erect between his
legs, or when his balls seem to ache for release with every passing
thought. No, Rolly couldn't sleep at all, and found himself, once
again, staning in front of Rodger's bed. He stared up at it in awe, 
then back down to the chubby, hot puppy cock inbetween his thighs.
OH, how he needed it. He crept up onto the sheets, one by one until
he reached the top of the mountain of sheets. And now he was on top of
the bed. 
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The dearlys, (The humans that is) had apprently won an all expenses 
paid african tour of the savana. It had of course, been another foul 
trap on Cruella's part. The reoccuring plot to steal the farm, 
of course. And of course, like usual, Cadpig, himself, and Lucky had
to stop her. Cruella for her credit, had some how, bought off the judges
of the contest, automaticly making Rodger and Anita the winners easily.
What's more, it wasn't Horace and Jasper and some stupid attempt to 
pass off a cruise, but it was real, Cruella had apprently decided that 
the plan was too good for Horace and Jasper to screw up. She needed 
things done right. Of course, Lucky and Cadpig and him had stopped her.
And with the dearly's off in Africa, and Cruella's plans thwarted for
the moment, the house was empty, save nanny, who was now snoring quietly
in her room. It was almost too perfect. 
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Rolly had discovered it nearly a month ago. The effect a pillow could 
have on a young puppy was incredible, to say the least. It started
with a Lucky scheme, they always did. The pup had egged Rolly onto
a ride in a very rickety old wagon, which was currently off limits
to the pups. But Lucky had insisted and him and Rolly had ridden down
hills and around tight turns with wind beating at thier noses, and old 
wood creaking under them  as they road. Occasionally, a wheel would
pop off, or a peice would break, but Lucky would fix it and they would
continue on. Of course, the one real problem with the ride (save lack 
of seat belts) Was the broken, splintery wood. The little painful slivers
that decided Lucky's tailend was a good place to call home. Lucky,
Of course had a solution for that too, and as simple as it was,
The idea was genius. A pillow. Particularly, Anita's pillow. Her pillow
was speical, made specificly for people who couldn't sleep at night. 
The pillow automaticly wrapped around her head, filling ear and every
spot, making the softest, most comfertable pillow anyone could sleep
on. (Raising 99 puppies, balancing a check book and working for Cruella
is hard work. Sleeping for Anita always proved difficult) Of course,
at first Rolly reclined. Steal Anita's pillow to use for a cusion for
the ride? That wasn't a good idea, but Lucky quickly talked him out
of his fears. The pillow could be used for a crash pad, it was big 
enough for two small puppies, and they would put it right back as soon
as the ride was done, what could go wrong? Reclutently, Rolly had
agreed, and was still very reluctant to use such an object, until
he actually sat on it. 
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The pillow, was like nothing he had every felt before. So soft and 
fluffy underneath him, it was amazing. The soft fabric seemed to 
form around his behind, slipping into the chubby puppy crevices and
pressing softly against his tailhole. In the front, the pillow seemed
to cradle the soft orbs of his balls, almost holding them like a hand, 
squeezing them. He was almost unaware at the grass and trees speeding by 
Lucky rolled down the hill with the wagon. The bumps and jars of the
terrin caused by the wagon were all but a faint memory, the pillow 
absorbing most of the shock, and oh how it did. It gently seemd to
squeeze around Rolly's private parts with each bump, and by the end
of the ride, Rolly had a full blown erection. He had quickly jumped 
away from Lucky, and rushed into the woods, where he could paw himself
off. He couldn't help it, and now...now he was addicted.
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This had been the third night in a row since Rodger and Anita had left that he had decided to pleasure himself with the help of Anita's pillow. The culprit had been the same as last, getting flashed with the adorable backside's of one of the other puppies in the barn. The
one he secretly had a crush on none the less! He let the image of her
sleeping quietly just in front of him play back in his mind like a video.
Her tail resting to one side, she was sleeping on her back, her legs
parted oh so slightly, giving Rolly just a teasing peek. He had 
lustfuly stared at the privates of his crush until he realized the 
throbbing erection that lay underneath him, even now, prompting him,
begging him, to continue with his plan. Quietly, and carfully, Rolly
slipped up to the pillow, looking it over. It seemed like an abnormally
large pillow, red in color, always looked fluffed, it was unbelievable 
the type of pleasure the simple object could provide, and Rolly, for
the third time in a row, was going to use it. He crawled onto the 
pillow like he had done in nights past, shivering a bit in anticipation. His penis had already dribbled out a healthy trickle of precum, that was
currently running down his thighs. He lowed his hips, letting his 
thighs wrap around the pillow, squealing quietly as it wrapped around his
hips as it did nights past. Now he was trapped. Any movement he made
would cause a jolt of pleasure to him in one way or another. Even if
he wiggled his tail, the pillow would respond by adapting to the movement
and in the process, pressing more of the wonderfully soft fabric into 
Rolly's bottom. The puppy moaned quietly, his hips begining to twitch
and he forced himself to hump forward once. That feeling alone was 
incredible. He bit his lip to keep from crying out in pleasure, his
hips beginning to thrust automaticly into the softness of the fabric.
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Already he felt the point of no return pass him, his hips going much 
faster then he realized. He closed his eyes, letting his body do the work,
his mind wondering to that scene that kept playing back in his head. 
What a wonderful thought. Those pert little sex lips, that adorable
ass, those delicious lips, the scent of flowers following her around
wherever she went, those deep blue eyes, and then Rolly howled, letting
his head snap back while he enjoyed his esctasy, several hot bursts
of puppy semen, shooting all over the pillow, painting the almost pinkish
fabric in hot streaks of white. He bit his lips, his heart racing in his
chest, like he had just run miles, his tongue landing on the pillow as he 
collapsed onto it, and lacking the energy to get up, he fell asleep...
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To Be Continued...
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