Cadpig groaned, twisting over onto her side for the forth time in the last few minutes. No matter what she attempted to do, she could simply not get comfortable. Her eyes fluttered and she groaned again, staring up at the dark, shadowy rafters of the barn. She couldn't understand it. Her breathing was slow, she was lying on her back. Why on earth couldn't she get to sleep?!

She closed her eyes again and tried to force herself to think sleepy thoughts, count sheep, think about rocks, he ocean! She groaned quietly. It wasn't working nothing was working. She groaned and rolled over onto her belly, and blew a piece of straw away from her nose with a quite breath.

She guessed it might have been maybe 2 in the morning? Three? Maybe it was because she was in the loft by herself? She had fallen asleep earlier that day when she climbed into the loft, to get a good few chapters of her new favorite book in :"In the minds of Dogs." But that had proved to be a mistake for now she was well awake. But then, she had taken naps before, and it had never bothered her this way. Perhaps with out the gentle breathing of her fellow puppies around her, she found herself disturbed.

She wished she could crawl down to the main floor of the barn, but climbing down the ladder, would cause too much noise and she didn't really want to disturb them. She sighs and rolled onto her back, looking up at the rafters again. Her clear, crystal blue eyes opening, shutting, opening in boredom as she searched her mind for any possible hint of activity she might consider that wouldn't cause too much noise.

She began to blush, once the idea hit. The particular idea, that was left on the further shelf, from the deepest corners of her mind, that she came across when reading techniques on relaxation. This particular idea and technique that caused her to squirm and make her little white cheeks turn the briefest shade of red. She rolled her eyes and shook the thought away. But certain thoughts, have a way of hanging on when they know you don't want to think of them. She snarled at herself. Such ideas were not becoming of young puppies, she thought to herself, and closed her eyes.

Instead, she would think of the game of tag her, and her siblings had played that day. She winced and rubbed her elbow where Blaze had tackled her a bit to rough. He was visiting from his master, while he was out of town. Not that she minded. She flexed an elbow and sighed. That moron. The young German shepherd had slammed into her. Then he stood over her, and proclaimed she was it. With his deep brown eyes, his powerful hips, his breathing heavy, over her muzzle, her neck, her chest... She yipped and sat up, eyes wide, muzzle flushed with red. She shook her head.

That stupid Dog! Why did he have to be such a hunk! Like Bandit, he was just too sexy. She giggled softly to herself, and rolled onto her tummy. Stupid Blaze. He had to be sleeping downstairs, just in her view too. If she raised her head slightly, she could see his form in the darkness. He was snoozing quietly, his small chest heaving up and down. She smiled, watching her tail beginning to wag slowly back and forth. She loved that chest, the way it was so strong an furry, muscular, those powerful legs, that cute butt.

She jumped, her eyes wide. Nononono! No thoughts like that! She muttered to herself, before lying back down. She closed her eyes again, and bit her lower lip blushing. Now she had that image stuck in her mind, and below that cute butt, were those large pair of.... She bit her lip harder, finding herself on her back. It was as if it were happening automatically. Her left paw was resting near her side, but her right paw, well, her right paw was slowly inching its way down her belly, towards that crevice in between her legs. Quickly she rolled over onto her belly, her breathing becoming short, quick pants.

Why were these feelings becoming so strong all of a sudden. She groaned and covered her eyes with both her paws. She didn't want these feelings! Something else! Think of something else...err...um...video games! She didn't know why that thought poked into her head, but it was there. Maybe because of what Lucky was playing this morning on Roger's computer. Um...what was it called...space pirates...where...where there were pirates, and ships, and gold and dungeons...with dragons...and monsters, and more dungeons. She hoped she'd never get caught in one. A dungeon, that would be terrible. She'd be tied up, to a table, held down, while Blaze did horrible things to her.

She shook her head. Did she just think Blaze? No, no that was silly! Blaze walking around her while she was his prisoner, her body tied up, her pert, tight little butt sticking up between the ropes, her tail tied to her collar, forcing her to be constantly exposed. She'd be blushing up a storm, but the other dog wouldn't care. He'd stride back and forth behind her, then lean down, and presses his nose up to her ass, the cold sniffer would press against her little honey soaked twat, which would be rich with her scent.

She'd try and moan, but the ball gag would keep her from making to many sounds as Blaze teased her. She's looks back at him, her little pink nipples poking through her chest fur like erect little bullets. She'd wiggle and squirm, but Blaze wouldn't let her go. He'd lean down and take a teasing lick of her flowing cunny, her juices mattering her inner thighs. She'd yelp with need, raising her young bottom up, and wiggling it around, begging for the long, throbbing rod, but Blaze wouldn't touch her not yet.

Slowly, he'd use the red, thin tentacle of his tongue to probe the girl's sugary sex, slowly spreading the soft furred lips, and forcing his tongue in, much to Cadpig's bliss. She'd buck and struggle, but that tongue would only tease, slipping in, massaging the walls off her buttery pussy, then slipping out, just toying, teasing her. The tongue never quite stimulating her clit. Her little joy button. Oh, how she longed to reach down and press it herself, but with her paws all tied down, she could only moan and beg.

"P, please..Blaze..please?" She'd think, wiggling her butt back and forth, trying to use her tail to fan the rich, creamy sent of a horny dog towards him. But Blaze would play it cool. He'd lean over, and press his paws up against her rump, squeezing the firm, apple like cheeks, slowly maneuvering them down, towards the aching, dripping slit, where Cadpig would moan and whine, but say nothing. Her eyes wide with lust and need, as he parted her wet lips, her hips quivering, and slowly brought his large rod up to met her opening.

He'd slide it in, all of it, in one quick stroke, sending Cadpig's mind sprawling. Her body trembling, her eyes shut tightly as it entered her, trusting in and out, in and out, oh, it was amazing! Faster!

"Ooooh, Blaze faster!" She'd squeal, but the puppy would mate her in his own time. Would it be hard and quick, or agonizingly slow, she was his and his alone. His hips slapped against her poor rump, his balls slapping against her cunny, his eyes fixed on her, ears twitching at the little moans coming from the ball gag. Cadpig snapped her head back. That hard, thrusting cock was driving her nuts, and then, She heard him howl, his thrusts stopped, and she felt it, filling her, sliding into her, mating her.

Cadpig gasped and shot up, her eyes dazed and sleepy. She couldn't really tell what was going on at first, then she gasped, and blushed deeply. Under her, was a large puddle of her cream, sticking to her hips and butt, her pussy soaked with her cum, as were her paws and her thighs, and most of her belly. She laid back and moaned softly, her third orgasm hitting. She wasn't even aware she had been pawing herself, as her wet cunny gushed, adding to the growing puddle of doggy lust. She moaned again and closed her eyes, lacking the energy to move, and fell asleep.

The End