Cadpig sighed quietly, head resting on her paws, body somewhat dangling off the edge of the log she was laying on. Bark Brigade obsticale course. A few miles. Swing over some water, climb some hills. Boot camp kind of thing. she couldn't quite remember why she had choosen to be a cadet- then it came back to her. Oh yes, Lucky had talked her into joining with him. And wasn't she grateful for that now. For two hours, she had been resting on the log that she was on, and for two hours, she had been stuck to it.

Two hours ago, and somewhat ahead of the other dogs in the race, Cadpig had come across one of the logs in teh race that needed to get climbed over ran under, what have you. She had bounded ontop of it with littel difficulty, and leapt across it easily, only to find, that her habit of hopping everywhere, instead of running had screwed her over.

She had trapped herself, from her rear end down in a very small knot hole in the log. The log was somewhat deep, she could feel anything underneath her feet when she wiggled them around, as try as she might she wasn't able to pull herself free from it's confines. She sighed quietly and gave another tug of her hips. Nothing. She was stuck tight. She had figured, if she waited long enough, someone would come by and see her, but still, even as she waited now, no one had show up yet.

"I went the wrong way." She said quietly to herself, tapping her paws along the side of the log. "Way to go Cadpig...Stuck in a log...but wait, this could be a whole new thing for you! LOG-PUPPY! ...heh heh...riiiiight." She sighed, at the fetal attempt to amuse herself. She was bored. No one heard her cries for help, and it didn't sound like anyone would. Of course she couldn't blame them. The other puppies all probably ran off on some easier route or something, or maybe there was a last minute map change no one told her about. Probably. But thgat didn't help her current situation. Traped, bored, and alone.

Cadpig's eyes snapped open suddenly. The first thought she had was that someone had called her name. No no, she was sure of it! There was someone near by! She looked around almost wildly, but it was dark. pitch black. Well, no it wasn't, but her eyes weren't adjusted to the new gloom that surrounded her. She had fallen asleep.

"HERE!! HEY?! HELLO!? ....Anyone?" Cadpig asked, her voice suddenly getting weak and quiet as she listens to the sounds of the night around her. It wasn't like the barn, where crickets chirped and snores rang out into a chours of the night, but this was diffrent. The race had taken them deep into the woods where Cadpig had gotten stuck, and now...now there were sounds she had never heard before. A few of them she could pick out. A frog. The screech of a bat...but nothing else seemed to have any sort of noise she could identify. She was begining to mentally kick herself for calling out like that when she could have sworn she had herad something else. It sounded like a whisper, and maybe a snicker. Her imagination, were her first thoughts, and then she screamed, when something wet, and slimy pressed against her toes. She tried to kick her feet, but they were trapped! bound by something. She couldn't tug or pull them away from whatever it was that was attacking her- and there it was again. Something wet and slick sliding across the pads of her feet. Even through her fear, Cadpig could feel a surge of giggles begining to rise within her. She tried to kick her feet again, but something was holding them tightly, and as the slick, slimy thing attacked her helpless soles again, she squeals in laughter.

"Heee, hahaaaa! Stop! Stop!! L, lemme go!" Cadpig said, but whatever it wasn't didn't listen to her pleas. The only thing she could maybe compare the object too was a tongue, but that didn't make any sense. Who would want to lick her feet. She really didn't have much time to sit and think, because every few seconds, she be forced into a string of giggles by the mysterious tongue. The object travels along the pads of her feet, so gently that Cadpig was sure it was just the tip. It laps over the crevices of her toes, and gently along her ankles, then back over her toes, and Cadpig couldn't help but squeal in laughter. She was quiet senstive to her feet, and tickle torture was one of Lucky's favorite techniques to get her to do what she wanted. He could be bad sometimes, but this, this was downright cruelty!!

"OK! OK! Igiveeeee!Uncle!HEE! UNCLE!! Igiveigiveigive!!" Cadpig shoulded over her own laughter, her voice cracking. Finally, the tongue stopped moving about her foot, and Cadpig sighed. She panted quietly, kicking her feet to make sure that they were free, and when she found that they were, she kickicked her feet about, somewhat curious to what had happened to her torturer. She kicked her feet around a bit more, and sighed deeply. To be honest, she was wet. She could feel the moisture trickling from the juncture between her legs, and it was driving her crazy not to be able to reach down and touch herself. It was all because of that damn tongue. She was about to call out again, when she thought she heard it. Another whisper, and this time she was sure she heard a quiet chuckled. She suddenly, yelped in shock when something cold and wet pushed itself rudely inbetween her legs!

"HEY!" She cried, but the cold thing paid no attention to her. It was a nose. It was a nose , she was sure of it! Next would...then she moaned, leaning over the side of the log as that wonderful, wonderful tongue came back. Slowly, gently it probed her, slipping past her dewy neatherlips. A strong pair of paws gripped her butt cheeks, massaging them and pulling itself closers as the tongue continued to work it's way in and out of her. Cadpig moaned and shivered, kicking her feet a little bit, but the strong paws held her down to much to really do anything. The puppy above squealed quietly, beating her paws against the log. How embarassing. How embarassing to be trapped in such a position, while a complete and total stranger had thier way with her body. And on that naughty thought, Cadpig came. Her slick, creamy sex erupted, splattering her juices all over the mysterious lover. She arched her back for a few seconds, and suddenly yelped, falling through the knothole!! Cadpig groaned and opened her eyes, rubbing her head slowly. Just as she was doing that, she felt something hot, and wet, spray across her legs, her tummy, and mostly over her feet, something that was hot and felt like syrup was all over her foot pads, and, the same substances was covering her butt, and mostly her..."She gaspsed suddenly and made a face, standing up quickly.

"EWWWW" She whined, before something caught her eye. Something at the end of the log, ran out and away. Cadpig caught a flash of spots, and a glimmering red collar.

"A puppy." She whispered to herself, before giving chase. The trail led stright back to the barn, which is where Cadpig planned to confront her rescuer-but all the pups were asleep.

The End

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