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<i>By Spin</i></center>
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<center><i>(This story takes place directly after Phantom of the Farm- It CAN however, be read alone)</P>
<P>(Knowledge of the series would be helpful in reading this Fan-fic as well.)</i></center>
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<P>“Fuck me Lucky! Harder! Ram it into me! Stretch my pussy, Slam this puppy Lucky! Fuck her! Do it!!” Cadpig howled, writhing and twisting in pleasure as Lucky drilled his cock into her, again and again and again, filling the air with the lewd sounds of their love making. Cadpig was beside herself with pleasure, panting heavily, barking out orders, paws grasping the dewy wet ground underneath her. </P>

<P>&#9;</P>
<P>&#9;“Harder Lucky! I can’t feel it! HARDER! Stretch me wide! Make this little runt squeal!!” Cadpig Screamed. Lucky was doing his best. His cock <I>hurt</I> from pounding the other dog, but he kept at it. He’d never seen Cadpig so…demanding before, for such an intimate act, and now it seemed like she couldn’t be sated. His hips hurt and his balls ached, and Cadpig cried out for more. The cute little runt, was squeezing around his cock so tightly he was afraid it would pop off. Some pups would have considered him The Luckiest Dog in the world, but at the moment, all he wanted to do was sleep.</P>
<P>&#9;</P>
<P>&#9;“C, Cadpig, can’t, we-“ He was cut off before he even thought of the word “Break.”</P>
<P>&#9;</P>
<P>&#9;“I HAVN’T CUM YET!!!”</P>
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<P>&#9;“B, but we’ve been at this for almost 2 hours, and..”</P>
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<P>&#9;“AND WHAT?!” Cadpig roared.</P>

<P>&#9;</P>
<P>&#9;“….Nothing.” Lucky squeaked.” </P>
<P>&#9;</P>
<P>&#9;“Fuck me Lucky! Slam your fat dick into my hole and MAKE ME CUM OR I’LL…”</P>

<P>&#9;Cadpig gasped, eyes flittering open, her breathing heavy, a considerable puddle underneath her behind. She was sleeping…or rather, she had been dreaming. She blinked a few times slowly, glancing around to make sure no one heard her. She was in the barn, surrounded by snoozing, snoring siblings, and thankfully She was the only one awake. She got up quickly, and skirted out of the barn, panting hard, a familiar wetness trickling between her legs. This was the third night in a row she had caught herself dreaming of something she’d never do in her normal, everyday life. Dreaming of,  such an embarrassing act with Lucky was totally uncharacteristic of her. Something that made her shiver and cringe at the same time. And the language?! She would never, ever say such…such things while making love with Lucky. Making love at all-she corrected herself. She would never make love to Lucky. He was a braggart, and pushy, and bossy, and nothing at all like her knight in shining armor. He hated poetry, and tea, and karma and all of the things she wanted in a mate. Still, the dreams were disturbing, such force and power, in each one. She was always pinned down and taken harder then she would ever wanted to be taken, and each and every time it was simply divine. It didn’t matter who it was- the night before it was Dipstick, then Rolly, before that it was even Two-tone!! No, it didn’t matter whom it was at all, it was always the same, always someone would appear, always push her to the ground, on her back and split her wide open to her utmost enjoyment. It didn’t make sense. Try as she might she couldn’t imagine any reason why such embarrassing dreams would be plaguing her all of a sudden. She had been lonely before, sure, but this…this was just…strange. </P>

<P>&#9;The sun was up as Cadpig made her way to the water through to have a drink. Water. Water would clear her head. She walked briskly and quickly, doing her best to avoid the growing sensation of need that was swelling inside of her. Swelling…like a penis.  She growled quietly, and took a deep breath.  She was above such desires…above such common and disgusting habits of…She didn’t want to think about it. She reached the well, drew some water, and had herself a cool drink. It didn’t help. She growled, had another  drink, and sat down slowly, leaning against the iron well. The hell with it. She needed release. Of course, she reasoned, every now and then, it was ok for a bit of…relief. Nothing wrong with exploring one’s own body. No no no. Nothing wrong with that. Exploring it three or four times a day? That was an addiction. &#9;Something she did her best to avoid, but now…now it couldn’t be helped. Slowly, she spread her legs, and slipped a soft, furry paw down to rest upon the junction between her thighs. The tingle of pleasure that jumped though her was instant and electric. She gasped as she found she was much wetter then she had thought she’d become, and slowly, drew a small, blunt claw along her privates, shivering in pleasure. She trailed over the soft petals of her flower a moment or two, before plunging a finger into herself. She almost squealed out loud at the burst of immense delight that shocked her eyes wide open. It was much, much more then anything she had ever felt before. Sweet mother of earth was it incredible! </P>

<P>“Hello?”</P>

<P>She froze. Her ear perked. Lucy the goose poked her head slowly near around the well, just as Cadpig had stood up, fingers dripping with her own juices and a bright, embarrassed smile echoed on Cadpig´s face. </P>
<P>&#9;</P>
<P>&#9;“HELLO LUCY.” She forced though grit teeth. Lucy nodded her head and gave a grim snarl-her best attempt at a smile. </P>
<P>&#9;</P>
<P>&#9;“What are you doing up? Shouldn’t you be asleep with the other spotted trash?”</P>

<P>&#9;“This is my farm. My home, I can be up whenever I please, and where I roam in on MY farm is none of your business. In fact what are YOU, doing here?” Cadpig snapped. She paused a moment, when the realization of what she’d said hit her. She’d never talked that way to anyone before?! What was getting into her?! </P>
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<P>&#9;“HUMPH! I NEVER! Cadpig, I thought you pups had a mother to teach you manners!” The crabby goose snorted as she waddled over to the well to draw herself some water. Cadpig watched slowly, while the realization that Lucy didn’t catch her set in. The goose drank in silence while Cadpig stared on, waiting for her to leave so she could finish her morning activities. A bark from the barn rang out. Followed by another, and another. The family was up. Cadpig groaned loudly. </P>
<P>&#9;</P>
<P>&#9;“Humph…well there’s your family…make sure none of them set foot in my pond. “She snarled, and turned sharply on her heels, waddling away while Cadpig boiled. </P>

<P>&#9;</P>
<P>&#9;The NERVE of that ugly old crab telling her where she could or could not go on her own property! She had a good mind to walk over to the pond and splash around as loudly as she could, before she thought better of it. What on earth was wrong with her? Revenge? She didn’t do revenge! That was for beings of lesser intelligence and emotional stability. She would never go out of her way just to make someone else feel miserable- even if they wronged her first. No, no, forget about Lucy. Concentrate on…on…Cadpig sighed. There was no point and definitely no privacy. Black and white figures raced out of the barn early, bounding here and there, playing games of tag and hide and seek, while waiting for breakfast. No, she wouldn’t find any peace here…she needed someplace new, someplace else.</P>

<P>&#9;Cadpig sat down, chirring softly at the sensation the sun warmed earth felt on her bottom. Her body seemed extra sensitive for some reason, which she felt was fine, even pleasing under the circumstances of what she wanted to do with herself. She reached down, pressing a single finger between her legs, touching the ruby colored crevice of pleasure. Her body ached for it, needed the sensation, and she knew exactly what she was doing. Another stroke, she trembled. Another touch, she moaned. Her fingers were starting to get wet, shimmering in the sunlight of the cornfield with her own juices. She reaches down, teasing herself again, drawing the wet digits over her sensitive, spasming privates. She moaned, her voice choked with need and</P>

<P>Something slammed into her. Hard. </P>

<P>&#9;She went flying, tumbling, bouncing, and growling while ending up in a tangle of arms and legs and giggles. Zig and Zag. She growled, her fur raising up on her back as she pulled herself free of the meddling duo. </P>
<P>&#9;“WHAT, DO, YOU, WANT?!” Cadpig spat venom.  The twin dogs looked at each other, then back to Cadpig, whom was breathing harder then normal, her eyes blazing with fire. </P>
<P>&#9;</P>
<P>&#9;“Uhh…we were playin’ hide n’ seek in the field…what are you doin’ here?</P>

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<P>&#9;“Meditating.” Cadpig hissed. Zig and Zag glanced at each other again, their voices working in perfect harmony.</P>
<P>&#9;</P>
<P>&#9;“You were..“</P>
<P>&#9;</P>
<P>&#9;“Meditating here?”</P>
<P>&#9;</P>
<P>&#9;“Sorry to…”</P>
<P>&#9;</P>
<P>&#9;“Disturb you.” Zag explained. Cadpig was about to pounce the two, when she heard another voice. Someone was calling for Zig and Zag. Patch, and Duster. She groaned. No privacy in the corn field. No, there was to high a chance some idiot dog would accidentally slam into her again. She new a better place anyway…</P>

<P>&#9;Cadpig sighed deeply, eyes closed, fingers working in small, gentle circles along her cunny. Peace, quiet, no one was going to bother her. No one had better if they knew what was good for them. Her fingers dipped slowly into the warm, wet crevice of her crotch, fingers returning to her wet and soaked with her own arousal. Oh, it was heavenly. The longer she too to satisfy herself, the more wonderful it felt!  In the cornfield, she was barely touching herself, and she was wet, not it felt like magic every time her legs even rubbed together. She was sure she wouldn’t last much longer , just another couple of</P>

<P>&#9;</P>
<P>&#9;“In a minute Anita!” Roger called as he walked into his office. Cadpig´s blood boiled. No. No, there was no way he was going to sit at his computer. </P>
<P>&#9;</P>
<P>&#9;Rodger sat down, in his roll out chair- pulling it up to his computer. There was a startled yelp. Rodger screamed. Cadpig went racing from the room. </P>
<P>&#9;</P>
<P>&#9;“Ok. Ok. Bad choice. Under the desk wasn’t a smart move.” Cadpig grumbled to herself as she stormed out of the house, and looked around. Where else could she go…where could she go…It hit her like a ton of bricks. </P>

<P>&#9;The mines. Smedly’s old mines. There wasn’t a pup in sight! Of course, Pongo and Perdita would never allow her to enter alone, but she was a little beyond rules at the moment. Slowly, quietly, the pup entered the forbidden shaft, her ears perked at every sound. A drop of water, a frog…the screech of a bat. Somewhere in the back of her mind, her brain was nagging at her to turn around, and find another spot. Much to dangerous to continue on, but somewhere, deeper in the recesses of her logic, she knew this was the only true spot for privacy. No one would enter. No one would mess with her while she was her. She sat down, and cringed. A the frigid sensation of cold was cradling her butt. She didn’t care. She needed this more then she had ever wanted anything before. Slowly, her paws slid down her tummy, roaming once over the sensitive nipples that were sticking firmly from her fur. Oooo, it felt so lovely, she couldn’t even wait long enough to tease herself, she reached her cunny with blinding speed and</P>
<P>&#9;</P>
<P>&#9;“Over here, Sergeant Tibbs.”</P>
<P>&#9;</P>
<P>&#9;“Coming Colonel.”</P>

<P>&#9;</P>
<P>&#9;“You know Tibbs, I think this mine would make an excellent fall back spot in case of a war or something.”</P>
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<P>&#9;“…Of course colonel. “</P>

<P>&#9;“Did I ever tell you about the great war of 1952?”</P>
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<P>&#9;“I’m sure you have Colonel…but I’d be enthralled to hear it again!”</P>
<P>&#9;</P>
<P>&#9;“Well it was…I say did something move over there?”</P>
<P>&#9;</P>
<P>&#9;“Cadpig kept extra still. She was very poorly hidden behind a rock, and was counting on her ebony shading to help her blend in with the rest of the darkness around her. She was holding her breath, clutching the rocks underneath her, and still trembling gently under the colonel’s blind gaze. She’d be punished for sure if she were caught by anyone in here…</P>

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<P>&#9;“I don’t see anything sir.” Tibbs quipped softly. The colonel nodded his head. </P>
<P>&#9;</P>
<P>&#9;“Your right…old eyes playing tricks on me…where was I…oh, oh oh, right. Right. War of, 1933. Bad time, horrible snow storm it was…”</P>
<P>Cadpig bolted the moment she got a chance. </P>

<P>&#9;It was lunch by the time she reached the farm again- well, Lunch was over more accurately. Pups were racing from the chow tower, tummies full, tail’s wagging. Cadpig wanted to find someone to kill. Each and every single solitary time she tried to find a place to relieve this now burning desire deep in her loins, she was interrupted, or tackled, or kicked, or somehow scared away from the goal she NEEDED to achieve. No Privacy!  No privacy at all on this stupid farm and the very next time someone interrupted her she was going to….She blinked. Her eyes widened. No privacy on the farm. No privacy on the farm. There were over one hundred animals on the farm. She thought she would get privacy here? Impossible! Ridiculous! But somewhere were there were no puppies…somewhere where she could find privacy, somewhere that was empty except for one other person.</P>

<P>&#9;Her claws, so small, and so blunt, sounded like gunshots as she slowly walked across the tiled floors of Villa DeVil. No signs of Cruella. No signs of  Scorch. No signs of Horace, no signs of Jasper. She walked slowly along glancing left and right, looking for a spot, dining room? No no, living room? That wouldn’t do.  Spare guest room?  PERFECT!  She was inside with the door shut before she knew it. The bed was soft, cushy around her sensitive rump, around her sensitive body. Loving mother of earth she needed this. Her legs were spread a puddle of her juices already below her before she even started. She was already shivering, the idea of finally being able to relieve herself making her gasp and giggle with each of her touches. She slide her paw down, tickling it across her slit, moaning loudly since no one could hear her. The pleasure she felt by that simply little act alone was mind bending. Like she had an orgasm right then and there but she hadn’t yet. It was just the beginning. Just the start an idea that made her grin. Hell, she could probably get away with three or four orgasms. Cruella wasn’t even home. Her car was gone. She dipped her paw into her begging treasure, moaning again, while her second paw slide along her slender belly and across her sensitive, needy nipples. Her eyes closed, her breathing sharp, She squeaked with pleasure…</P>
<P>&#9;</P>
<P>&#9;“What are you doing?”</P>

<P>&#9;</P>
<P>&#9;Cadpig opened one eye, and stared horrified at Scorch who was sitting next to her, watching with curious, beady little eyes. He blinked at her, she blinked at him. She screamed, he laughed. She toppled off the bed. </P>
<P>&#9;</P>
<P>&#9;“W, were you…masturbating? Were you clicking your mouse on my bed?!” Scorch cackled. <I>HIS BED?!</I>  Cadpig looked around in horror. She didn’t even notice it, she’d been so horny,  but a ferret poster hung on the wall. games, toys on the floor, a bowl for food, a water dish.  And she had missed it all, blinded by her own arousal, and caught on his bed with her paw between her legs. </P>
<P>&#9;“You were! Weren’t you?!” Scorch laughed in his incomprehensible ferret speak. Cadpig´s ears burned, and she took a step back, whimpering. </P>

<P>&#9;“Oh, don’t let me stop you. I as having fun watching. Come on, right up here. I won’t bother you.“  The ferret cackled again, taking great delight in how red Cadpig´s white little face had gotten. She turned around and threw herself out of his room, tears in her eyes.  And slammed right into Vendella. Afghan purebred  female. Cruella’s one and only female, canine companion. </P>
<P>&#9;</P>
<P>&#9;“UGH! Little, Spotted vermin in my HOUSE!” She screamed. </P>

<P>&#9;</P>
<P>&#9;“Hey Vendella! You will NEVER guess what I caught Cadpig doing!” Scorch yelled from the doorway to his room. Cadpig burst into a sharp run, leaving the two alone before Scorch could even finish his sentence. How humiliating!! How completely and utterly humiliating!! She tore though the front doors of Villa DeVil, passing through Horace and Jasper’s legs as they came up the steps. No more! No more of this!! She was NOT going to touch herself again! She was going to go home, find something else to do, to take her mind off of her…problem, and be done with it! Cadpig growled loudly, striding firmly towards the farm. </P>
<P>&#9;“I have WILLPOWER! Be strong Cadpig! Be Strong! Don’t give in! Don’t give in, to your aching…burning…lust…don’t…think about…the pleasure or…or…OOOO DOGGONE IT!” Cadpig screamed, furious with her body for refusing to listen to her logic. She’d almost gotten caught today in every place she tried to touch herself. But she couldn’t help it! She NEEDED to do it, she needed a place she needed… the swamp…</P>

<P>“Spongy” The little pup thought as she wriggled her sweet little backside against the earth below her. The ground was soft, gentle, a nice sensation- but she didn’t have time to think about it. She found a secluded place, vines and logs surrounding her from all angles. She was convinced she could do this quickly. No teasing, on touching- She reached down and stabbed her paw into herself and accidentally let out a scream of pleasure. She was hurting bad! She plunged her paw deeper into her cunny, one finger, two, three, IT WASN’T ENOUGH! Another paw, both of them between her legs, thrusting her fingers into herself. Her thighs spread, her toes curled, she was in heaven!</P>
<P>&#9;</P>
<P>&#9;“More! Please! Oh, Please!! OH Please Let me cum!!” She begged whomever might be listening, Something bright snapped around her. She opened an eye. Swamp rat was standing in front of her. He was holding a camera. A Polaroid, camera. </P>
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<P>&#9;“Well Hoooowdy. Hoooooowdy. Hooooowdy. Swamp Rat whispered cruelly. Cadpig whimpered, her ears low, her breathing hard, she was on the brink of an orgasm- and instead of sweet, loving release, she was now someone’s slave. Swamp rat rubbed his greedy little paws together and grinned viciously. </P>
<P>&#9;</P>
<P>&#9;“I’m gonna have fun with yew.” He whispered. 
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<i>Spin - The pup who spins the best tales ^ ^</i>






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