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			<center><font size="+2">Myotrin: Part 2<br>
<font size="-1">(Note: This story takes place while Myotrin 1 is occuring)</font></font><br>
<i>By Spin</i></center>
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The bottle was sitting innocently on the table When Anita came home. The white plastic curves and red cursive lettering were as untreatening as possible. No one would know what it was capable of unless they read the back, and even then only to test it one's self, would they truely appreicate the remarkable, arousing properties that the small, inncoent bottle possessed. Anita walked right past it. She sighed quietly, placing her purse on the table and glancing at the mail, Rogder had obviously brought in. A letter from Amber, how lovely, a  couple of bills. Anita sighed and sat down at the table, already her mind was whirling about what to cook for dinner. Normally, Rodger was the one home doing the cooking, and she was out working late nights for Cruella  But not tonight. She had agreed to cook dinner for Rodger, on her day off. Infact, she had insisted on it. She had no idea how to go about reading a recipe book, or preparing a dish, but the entire ordeal was going to be more for herself then anything else. Testing to see if she could really handle cooking dinner, and that sort of thing, Although the ideal of being the stereo typical "house wife" was as appealing to her as the idea of making out with Cruella. She shuddered and brushed the thought aside, before a mental image could manifest itself. She drummed her fingers about the cheery, plaid table cloth protecting the kitchen table, and glanced at her watch. 6:15. She had gotten home a bit later then she had expected while out shopping with Nanny. Rodger must have been famished. Anita brushed a lock of peach colored hair away from her face and stood up. No point in waiting any longer to get dinner started. She really didn't have any plans, but she figured she could throw something together, as well as the best of them. Her eyes scanned across the almost unfamilir kitchen as she looked for the recipe book. Instead, they fell upon the small while, bottle of Myotrin that sat on the kitchen table. Curiously, she totted over to it and picked it up in one hand, examining the bottle slowly, berfore her eyes widened. It had come! 
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"Rodger..."  Anita mumbled to herself as she pried the bottle open and glanced at the same little blue pills she had seen weeks before. 
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	"There's always takeout..." Anita murmured to herself as she slipped her slender fingers into the bottle. She  idly played one of the little capsules along her ruby tinted lips before letting it slip into her mouth and she swallowed it without a second though. She waited a few seconds, looking at the bottle thoughtfuly, then grinned. Why not? That would definently give him a surprise. She tilted the bottle to one side, and let another blue hued tablet tumble out onto her awaiting palm. She popped it into her mouth and waited for a few seconds, allowing the effects to begin. It was then when she noticed the warning lable on the side of the bottle. 
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	DO NOT EXCEED DOSAGE. TAKE ONE PILL FOR EVERY SESSION AS NEEDED 
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	Anita blinked once, feeling the sudden hint of worry and arousal both fighting for dominence in her mind as she re-read the warning. Arousal wone. She'd deal with the warning later, and possible consequences, but for now... 
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	"Now then...where is he?" She hissed softly. Already Anita could feel the effects of the pill taking it's toll on her body. Her breathing was getting deeper, and ner nipples were getting firmer. Slowly, she turned and headed towards the back door, flung it open, and took a quick, disappointed glance around. He wasn't outside, like she had hopped he'd be. Infact, the barn seemed somewhat desolate of the usual barks and yips of the spotted population that currently resided there. She sighed and turned around to her inside. Now the effects of the pill were picking up speed. Already she could feel the moisture building between her legs as she walked, and stumbled, and collapsed on the floor, accompained by a rather loud yelp. Anita grumbled quietly, her frustation becoming intwined with her arousal, and lack of a partner. She twisted around to see what she had tripped on, part of the rug no doubt, but she recieved somewhat of a shock when she saw the large, speckled dalmatian tangled betwen her legs and his. 
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	"Pongo!" Antia half growled. She pulled herself out from around his legs, and stood up. The dog gave her a doopy grin, his whip-like tail swishing back and forth behind him, as he stood up too.
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	"Do you know where Rodg...oh...." She sighed. She really couldn't wait any longer. Though she tried, Anita felt her body moving on it's own accord. Her hips swayed back and forth, before she rested her seat into one of the oaken chairs around the kitchen table. She leaned back against the rest and reached on hand down. No toying, no delisious fore-play of any sort. She wanted a fuck, and she wanted it now. She simply couldn't wait any longer. Quickly, her fingers dropped down under the denim skirt she was wearing, and began to stroke at the patch of damp fabric that was her panties. Her other hand was busying itself with her breast. Her hand slipping under her shirt and bra, pinching and squeezing the red cheery of her nipple, causing her to pant like one of the many dogs that shared residence of the farm. She gave out a lustful churr,  her privates dripping all over the wooden chair she sat in, her fluids creating a tiny rivlet down the front of the chair that began to pool on the floor below with an audible noise. Well, audible to a dogs ears- and thats when Pongo took notice. Already he could smell that Anita was in heat, or, something wasn't right with her, and the cound she was making, well... He stood up as quietly as possible, hoping he could slip though the living room, into the kitchen and out the door while Anita was in her...preoccupied state. Her behavior was rather startling, and as such who knew what she would do? Pongo quietly began to creep across the floor when he heard Anita's voice ring out through the kitchen. 
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	"Pongo!" She snapped harshly, looking at the large canine in the room with her. Pongo only credited her with a slight glimpse before turning away, looking back at the door, he was aiming for. There wasn't a doggie door on the front door, so his only option was the kitchen. 
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	"C, cum here Pongo..." Anita murred quietly, her voice dripping with desire and lust. Pongo whimpered quietly, slowly walking over to his disturbed pet, his ears hanging low. He was somewhat worried she'd be upset with him for interupting, but instead of the reprime he expected, she grabbed him by the collar, and dragged him forward, forcing his cold, coal colored nose under her skirt. 
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	"Lick me."  Anita commanded, her husky voice bearly reaching Pongo's ears. The poor dalmatain was still trying to figure out what had happened to him. Suddenly, it had gone dark, and now he was being assulted by that scent. The scent of a needy female, the scent that was being forced up his nose, the scent that was coxing out his thick, over sized erection from it's sheath. Tentitivly, Pongo leaned forward a bit, giving the damp undergarments a wet, sloppy doggy kiss Anita growled a bit and jerked him away from his position, shaking her head. 
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	"No no no! Lick me! Come on Pongo..." She churred and spied the bottle again...maybe.... 
"I've got a treat for you Pongo..." anita said quietly, reaching down and holding out a little blue pill for Pongo. He perked his ears, looking at it, then her, then it again. Suddenly, Anita was grabbing him, forcing the object into his mouth! He coughed, sputtered, swallowed it, and looked up at anita in shock. What on earth had gotten into her! Anita looked down at him, watching and waiting, although the latter was becoming harder and harder to do by the second. Suddenly, without warning, Pongo leapt forward, burying his nose into Anita's underwear again, lapping in a frezy of lust! Anita moaned and Pongo was instantly, and suddenly filled with a screaming pain. His ears! By the name of the all mighty canine, she was holding his ears!! He  bit back a scream and leaned forward to lap at her sex again, the results were the same, and he blinked away a few tears. Let go! Let go let go! IT hurts! Pongo felt fresh tears running down his cheeks as he struggled to get free from Anita's grasp. He almost toppled backwards when she suddenly let him go. His expression of confusion diminishing when he saw her raise up, and jerk her panties down until they were around her ankles with one free paw. 
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	"Fuck me." She said simply, and bent over the side of the table. The way she had said that was so casual and calm, the canine had no choice. She had uttered the command in such a way, that there was no doubt he'd do as she asked. No doubt because had he failed to comply, she would probably use his cock to fuck herself anyway, weather or not he was attached to it. He slowly stood up, whimpering at the sudden, internal war that decided to manifest itself at this time, and gave a deep whine. She smelled so hot, and ugh, his cock was thorbbing. Indeed it was, under neath him, his penis had nearly doubled in size, and now pulsed great bursts of pure need. The throbbing of his own maleness was almost deafing, and Anita's smell. That fragrent scent of sex, that was filling his doggy nose, and forcing him to take unwated steps closer. How could he? What about Perdita?! He could never...she was his pet! It was unheard of!! He glanced away for a brief second, once against considering the door, when his decision was quickly made for him. A waiting Anita growled and hiked the hem of her skirt up even further, revealing the muscualr heart shaped cheeks, and the dripping pussy, and growled. 
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	"Now." 
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Quickly, Pongo rose up behind her, giving her glistening twat a curious sniff before standing up on his hind legs, and resting his front ones on Anita's shoulders. He could feel the tip of his erection brushing against her buttocks. He suddenly yelped in surprise, feeling the firm graps of Anita's fingers around his shaft while she guided him into place. 
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	"Do it! NOW!" Anita shrieked once she felt Pongo pressed up against her entrance. Her train of thoughts where mildly, and only partially interupted at a light "Thumpping" noise that seemed to come from upstairs. Her attention, however, was recalled to the current space and tim, when Pongo choose that moment to thrust into her. She screamed. She never thought it would be so big, or so unbearably thick, or so long. Her body spasmed once, then again as Pongo began his thrusts. Anita's snug little twat was giving his cock a run for the money. Not even Perdita was this tight, and she was one constircting bitch! He pondered the concept of anal sex with Anita as he thrust in again, his shaft just sparying his pre-seed all over the pace, easily coating the inside of Anita's cunny. Anita was in another world. She arched her back, forcing her hips back in time with Pongo's thrust, her nipples so far out from her boobs, she was afraid they'd pop off or something. But they didn't. They did, however, become increasingly, more and more senstive as Pongo and the Myortin worked it's magic. 
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	"OH...yes...fuck me. Fuck me with your huge dick. Oh, your bigger then Rodger...you fucking stud...fuck me. Fuck me and fill me with your doggy sperm! Do it! Hurry!" Anita whimpered, clentching her cunt around Pongo's shaft, again and again, and again. Pongo moaned in bliss. He wasn't going to be able to take much more of Anita doing that to him if she kept it up, infact, he could feel the first hints of orgasm tugging at the back of his mind. He tried to ignore them, focusing on the task at hand, thrusting more of his thick fuck pole into Anita's box. The pet underneath him squirm violently, as Pongo was aware she was climaxing. Not but seconds later did he hit his aswell. He could feel the swell of his erection burst into hot streamers of canine spunk. He howled as loud as he could, arching his hips and thrusting his dick into her one last time, before he collapsed. Anita underneath him seemed still as well. The last thoughts he could clearly remember, were a curious wondering of what might have caused Anita's sudden desire for canine cock. Beside the both of them, innocently, sat the white bottle of Myotrin...
 

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The End
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<i>Spin - The pup who spins the best tales ^ ^</i>






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