She had to let all resistence to it go. She had to. She didn't have a choice. The orgasm had wrapped itself around her mind and squeeze, with a domineering presense until she had no choice but to submit to it, and let it over whelm her. And WHAT an orgasm. She hadn't had a climax like that since her and Rodger had thier honeymoon. And the orgasm-that delisious, once in a life time orgasm, that she was sure would drive her mad- had come from a dog. Rodger's dog Pongo had given her the wonderful gift, and once she found the use of her legs again, she would thank him properly.

Currently, Anita was drapped over the kitchen table, half awake, and mumbling quietly to herself. The little white bottle of Myotrin sat quiet watching her, eagerly anticipating the next victem of it's arousing properties. Anita made an attempt to get up, giggled a littel, feeling the draft the lack of panties under her skirt gave her, and groggily pulled up her arms for support. It didn't last. She collapsed onto the floor, next to Pongo, purring quietly. The afterglow of the orgasm had her firmly in it's grasp and didn't intend to let go at all. The Myotrin must have had something to do with it, since her limbs felt like jelly. Mushy, old jelly someone had accidently left out of the refirdgerator. . She couldn't walk, and really, she didn't care. She felt so darn good, she figured she might take a nap on the kitchen floor. No no no. That would never do. She grumbled to herslef, and oened an eye, glancing around the room.

"Pssst." Anita looked up, yawning a bit. There was a voice. A voice in the room somewhere..

"Pssst. Anita..." Said the voice. She blinked twice, then crawled to her elbows and knees, looking around weakly.

"Whash? Whos dere?" Anita called out. She waited for a reply, her eyes drooping shut, and she had to jerk her head sharply upwards inorder to get them to open again.

"Over here...hey! Psst! Anita....over here...the couch...come to me..." It called from the living room. The couch? anita looked around baffled, then towards the couch. Oh...it was calling her. That made sense. She yawned, and reached for something to help pull herself up to her feet, mumbling a soft responce to the innaminate object who continued to call to her.

"I'm coming...hold on..." Anita giggled softly, pulling on the table cloth. It didn't support her weight- at all. She toppled back to the ground, and there's where she stayed, the table cloth fluttering to the ground with a clatter of objects that had been up ontop of the kithcne table. She yawned again, decided the couch was fine by it's lonesome, and closed her eyes, falling asleep right there on the kitchen floor. Pongo was next to her, snoring peacefuly as the effects of the medicine took it's toil on the both of them.

Outside, Rolly was sitting quietly infront of the kitchen door. He had been listening to the commtion that had been going on inside, and had been wondering what had happened. Dinner was going on 10 minutes late. He didn't know where Nanny was, but he was positive he saw Anita come home, and geez, he was hungry! He was on his way to beg for table scraps when he had heard the commtion on the inside, and a few seconds later, before he could even investigate, everything had calmed down. He sat outside, waiting with his hed tilted, wondering if anything might jump out of the house, or if Anita would sudden come rushing out, or if maybe, a dilvery truck filled with food might apear. None of the above. He looked around, idly wondering if he should just enter, and see what happened himself, while other members of his family were slowly begining to approach the house, all of them with the same thoughts of hunger. Where was dinner?

"Hey, man, whats goin' on?" Wizzer whined as Rolly shrugged.

"I don't know. I was gonna go in and ask, but, there was some noise..." Rolly said quietly. Wizzer arched an eyebrow, and shoved him aside, moving to enter the house on his own. Behind him, Fidget, Tripod, Freckles, and several other puppies had gathered around, all waiting for dinner as Wizzer pushed his way in.

"Dood!" Came his voice from inside. Rolly was the next to push his head in and look around. Inside, the Kitchen and everything else seemed quiet. Only a couple of things seemed to be amiss. One: Dad, and Anita were both lying on the floor sleeping, and two, the table cloth had been pulled down from the table, and there were little blue pellets all over the floor.

"Candy!" Wizzer shouted, scooping up a paw full of the blue diamonds and stuffing them into his mouth. Rolly was next, pouncing on a couple while other puppies pilled into the house to eat thier fill. Soon, with all of them pitching in, the floor was clean of the tasty cobalt capsules.

"Ugh, that candy didn't taste very good...and I'm stll hungry." Fidget whined. a whole bunch of other pupies mumbled in agreement, save Wizzer. He was sniffing at the air in the room, catching the heavy dose of sex in the mugginess of the air. Below him, his erection began to throb. Erection? He blinked curiously, glancing down at his little soldier, and pressed a paw against it. The stimulation and sensation THAT produced was incredible. He had to fuck something. He didn't care what, he didn't care who. He blinked, glancing over at Anita, where the smell was coming from. Was she in heat?! It certainly smelled like it...

"Mine!" Wizzer yelled, when he noticed several of his other brothers were getting the same idea. All with erections of thier own, several of the black and white canines were starting towards her, one singular thought on all of thier lust striken minds. Anita moaned quietly, arching her back in her sleep. She was dreaming. Obviously something good because the scent of arousal from her was incresing considerably. Wizzer got to her first. He walked right up to her and pressed his cock into her open mouth, his growing lust and need to spill his seed, over rode any thoughts of decency or modestsy his young mind might have come up with. Behind him, several other pups were whining and whimpering, pawing at Anita's clothing, and attempting to mount her in various places.

"Hey, what about me?" Freckles whined as Wizzer slid his erect pole into Anita's mouth. The young dog moaned and opened an eye and glanced back at his brother.

"Dood...just...ooo...do her tits, or..or something...ok...leaaaaave me alone.." Wizzer moaned, his voice turning soft and whiny in pleasure as Anita, even though asleep, was dooing an excellent job at milking his throbbing erection. Freckles, blinked in confusion, looking anita over. Do her tits? He looked over Anita's sleeping form and crawled up onto her belly. With his second head doing the thinking for him, he began to push and shuffle her shirt up until it revealed the two firm globes of flesh and the perky pink bullets of her nipples. He rests his paws there, causing Anita to moan around wizzer's cock, causing Wizzer to buck his hips forward, sending more of his shaft into Anita's throat. Freckles churred quietly as he slid his own penis deep between Anita's breasts. Her boobs were just large enough to completly sover all sides of Freckles' cock all at once. Already, a little glob of precum slipped out from Freckle's member and began to puddle around Anita's neck.

Below Freckles and Wizzer, was Tripod, who was activily, and very busily, burying his bone hard into Anita's pussy.

"OH...YES..." Tripod moaned, gripping at Anita's sides hard with his paws while he worked, slamming his length harder into her without a second thought. His balls slapped against her rear with an erotic, wet "whap" sound each time he thrusted, his erection was the longest and thickest of all the pups around him. On that thought, he glanced up, most of his mind lost to the pleasure of his actions, but still, his curiosity was peeked at the idea of what his brothern were doing. Upon looking up, he was Freckles and Wizzer wildly taking over Anita's upper body parts, and around him, several of the male puppies in the barn were fuckuing like crazy. It occured to him, (But not a thought he dwelled on-he was busy, after all!) That all the puppies around him at the moment were male. As strange as it was, it definetly made for a good show. All the puppies that were busy participating in the free-for-all fuck fest were pounding thier cocks against Anita in some form or another. Most of them were just dry humping against a naked part of here they founc, sliding thier penises against the soft cream colored skin. A few others had gotten creative. Bandit and Patch had pried Anita's toes apart, and were currently, sliding thier cocks in and out of the opening that the big toe provided on each foot while Ace and Prince were busy using her hands for thier pleasure. They had balled her hands into fists, and were currently fucking the hot tunnel of flesh her hand produced.

Freckles whimpered as his thrusts began to get more paniced and random, his pressure building. "Wi, Wizzer...I..I thin..I'm gonna..." He whimpered. He hadn't expected Wizzer to answer, really, and Wizzer didn't. He was much to busy pounding his flesh into Anita's mouth, moaning everytime her still tongue pressed against the tip of his erection. He didn't know how much longer he could stand it, but what drove him over the edge, was when he felt the burst of something wet hit his behind at full force. He bit his lower lip so hard he could taste the sour flavor of his blood while he came, his orgasm forcing all of his pain to become pleasure, and he nearly blacked out. Behind him, Freckles was mumbling aplogies for accidently firing his load all over Wizzer's butt, the little pup's face flushed with embarassment and pleasure. He was still erect and still horny, and he bearly heard Wizzer as he contemplated what to do next.

"W, what? Wizzer?" Freckles asked, looking up. Wizzer was staring at him, grinning slightly.

"I said, do you want to switch places?"

Below, Tripod's thrusts were becoming inconsitent with one and other as he lost his rythem. His orgasm was coming remarkably fast, he realized as he continued, thrusting his pre soaked cock in and out of the wet orifice that lay before him, One last thrust, and he couldn't help it any more. He was coming, sending a few short squirts of his semen deep into Anita. What happened next, was rather odd. He was still up. Usually after thrusting as hard as he could, and creaming inside of his victem, he'd collapse into a deep sleep, but for some reason, he was wide awake, and still, very, very excited. He opened his eyes, looking around at the other pups. Most of them had already blown thier loads, white splotches and sticky wet stains covered most of Anita's body, and still most of the pups were humping her wildly,as if the orgasm they exprienced wasn't nearly enough to sadate the ravious lust that over whelmed them. It wasn't enough for Tripod either. He slowly realized he was still humping anita, his hips pressing into her's again wildly, his penis was still rock hard, and he didn't even hear the sound of the door open behind him. No one heard the sound of a startled gasp, then a body fall to the floor in faint. No one cared that Nanny had come home. No one cared they hadn't had dinner. No one cared that Anita had turned into a human target for a lustful animal bukakae, and no one noticed the little, innocent white bottle roll away from the panting, pumping puppies, and out the open door, totally empty.

The End

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