Just like in Sophie’s memories, the rest of the puppies were much easier than first. With a now pre-stretched vaginal canal, with each push she would manage a few millimeters of movement on each subsequent puppy. Within an hour they were all out, followed shortly by the afterbirth, and Troy realized she was done.
Her vagina was sore and gaping. She could feel cold air blowing along the inside of it – Sophie remembered that from last time too. She also remembered that it firmed back up after a few days, then it started to get hot. And the hotter it got, the harder it was to get that male Shepard, and his warm red cock, out of her head.
She could also feel her new puppies squirming around against the fur on her stomach. Only two of them were nursing, but the rest were still mouthing at her like they were hungry.
Troy was… happy. It wasn’t her, she realized, but rather her body. It was Sophie that was happy. Her body wanted to wag its tail, to show her puppies to her owner. But Troy had never felt exhaustion like this before in her life. She couldn’t raise a paw. Couldn’t wag her tail. She couldn’t make a noise. All she could do was lay there and let her puppies crawl over her.
She heard her owner walk over to her and take stock of the puppies, picking them up one by one before putting them back down on her.
“This is another great litter Sophie,” he said, “I’ve already got a few buyers lined up. These puppies are going to make us a lot of money!”
Troy wanted to cry. But instead, she slept.