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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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...

To Be Continued...