Troy got no relief over the next few hours. She would have a contraction, push as hard as she could, feel the puppy stuck in her pelvis, barely moving. That would go on for a few minutes, followed by about a minute of rest, and then everything would repeat.
Everything was painful. Her milk filled teats were sore. Her muscles were tight and, worse, pulled on her lower teats, causing small beads of milk to form on them with each contraction.
Her stomach was bloated. Every organ was compressed by squirming, kicking puppies – and from the amount of squirming and kicking it was clear that they weren’t pleased about the rough, undignified way that they were being brought into the world.
Even when she wasn’t having a contraction it was still agony. And the contractions were worse.
Troy heard the garage door opening, and a few seconds later a scent washed over her nose. Troy had never smelled this scent before but Sophie had – it was her owner, back from whatever errand he had been running.
Troy saw the man walk out into the living room. Just like in Sophie’s memories, Troy had a hard time making out the fine details of his face. He realized this might be something he would have to get used to – this body was much better at identifying people by scent than sight.
As the man got closer to her, Troy felt a sense of comfort. This was her owner. This was the human that cared for her. This human could help her.
Troy looked at her owner and made a series of pathetic whines.
“Help me!” thought Troy, “I don’t want to give birth. I don’t want to be a mother. I don’t want to be a dog. I don’t want to be a bitch. Please. Get them out of me. Please… make me normal again.”
As that last thought went through Troy’s mind she realized a sad truth. This was her new normal. This was her new body. This was her new life. With RK and the books gone, there was nothing she could do to change that fact. At least not right now. And as another contraction shot through her stomach, she realized that all she could do was grit down and push.
“Sophie that’s gross,” said her owner.
Looking up at him, Troy saw that he was staring at wet puddle that led to Troy’s moist backside.
“I’ll clean this up.”
Troy’s owner walked into the kitchen and came back with some paper towels. Wiping up the puddle, he then dried Troy off. Troy felt humiliated as the paper towel wiped along his vagina, then moved to asshole. His owner gave it a bit of a twirl, then decided that Troy was dry enough.
“Don’t worry girl, you’ll be ok,” he said as he gave Troy a brief pat on her head. Contented to let Troy labor by herself, her owner sat down on the couch and began watching TV.