Troy wanted to sit on that couch and watch TV. Even if she was still a dog. Still a bitch. But right now all she could focus on was the labor. On the contractions. The seconds turned into minutes. Minutes into hours.
While it never felt like any individual contraction caused the lead puppy to move, Troy could tell that she was making slow progress.
Both it and its siblings squirmed and kicked. Showed their displeasure for what was going on. Tried to escape from her by digging their way out. Troy wished they would stop. She was having enough trouble as it was and didn’t need to added distraction. But the only way to stop it was to push. And the more she pushed the more the lead puppy moved forward.
She could feel its head getting close to her opening of her vagina. She could feel the sibling right behind it slip further and further past her cervix.
After a few hours her owner got up and began moving about the house, but she still pushed. She saw the sun begin to go down and she could feel the lead puppy’s head get closer and closer. She could feel its snout begin to part her inner lips.
“One more push!” she told herself, “one more push and I can get it out of me!”
The next contraction came and she pushed as hard as she could. Every last ounce of strength in her body went to squeezing down each and every muscle in her abdomen. Every bit of her focus was on getting that puppy’s head out.
She felt entrance to her vagina begin to spread. She felt her lips slip over the snout, over the forehead. She felt the ears press into her tight walls, causing the puppy to briefly stick in place. She pushed harder than she had ever pushed before, and she felt the ears break free and the puppy rapidly slide forward.
“Yes! Yes! Yes! Its coming out! I did it” she thought as she felt the rest of the puppy’s head slip free of her with ease. As the widest part of the head passed without more issue, she felt her vagina shrinking back down a bit as the puppy’s neck passed through it and out of Troy’s body.
Troy was in the middle of her celebration when she felt two large bones press up against the inner sides of her vaginal opening. Something had caught on her internally, and while the puppy had stopped moving, her contraction was still trying to push it forward.
Pain lanced through her body and she yet out a loud, agonized howl. It didn’t take her long to realize what had occurred – the puppy’s shoulders were wider than its head. She had stretched enough for the head but not the shoulders and the speed with which the head had slipped free had turned those shoulders into a battering ram.
The contraction faded and her muscles relaxed. All the while, the puppy was wedged so firmly in her vagina that it didn’t slip back in the slightest. Troy was left in the awkward position of laying on her side, her left leg held as high in the air as she could get it, all while a puppy dangled halfway out of her vagina.