Chapter 297: The She-Dog

“So what do you think?” Standing in front of the mirror I just created, I whispered in the Doberman’s ear, gazing at his reflection.

The dog-kin’s jaw dropped, his mouth working uselessly, lips parted in stunned silence as he stared into the gleaming glass. There, framed in arcane silver, was not the broad-chested warrior he had known all his life—but a curvy, leggy, utterly fuckable canine girl, panting lightly, eyes wide and glistening with disbelief. His—her—ears twitched reflexively as she tried to process what she was seeing, but her mind couldn’t keep up.

Slender, supple limbs; wide, plush hips; a perky pair of breasts that bobbed with each ragged breath; that taut, glossy belly still bulging with my seed, giving her the look of a bitch midway through gestation; a pink dog-pussy glistening between her thighs, winking with residual arousal and need. Her fur, once coarse and battle-rough, was now smooth and sleek, radiating a low, pheromone-rich heat. A panting, submissive, breeding-ready doberman-girl stared back from the mirror.

“Nice reaction,” I teased, brushing my claws through her now-long, silky ears as I pressed my body flush behind her. “Pretty adorable, don’t you think? I bet you’ve fantasized about it all your life, huh? Not gonna lie—it’d be a waste if you stayed male.”

“!!!” She shivered. I could feel the tremble of her new thighs, the fluttering tension in her belly, the way her tail curled submissively between her legs even as her reflection gave away her curiosity, her subconscious hunger. The transformation hadn’t just been physical—it went deeper in the mind. The Doberman’s hard pride, his battlefield grimace, the edge to his stare—they were all gone. All that remained was a confused, blushing pup with black and brown soft fur, a trembling voice, and a heat between her legs that no sword or shield could ever satisfy.

The once muscular Doberman warrior was no more.

In his place stood a submissive, perfectly sculpted bitch made for service, standing there with trembling hands clutching the edge of the enchanted mirror’s frame as if bracing herself against the reality it reflected.

“Turn around,” I murmured.

She hesitated, glancing at me through the mirror with eyes that were glossy and wet—ashamed, overwhelmed, but unmistakably curious. With slow, uncertain steps, she turned, her new breasts bouncing subtly with the movement, her eyes locking onto mine, the red flush burning through her cheek fur.

I let my gaze roam down her body again, deliberately slow, making sure she felt every inch of it under my scrutiny. Her nipples peaked under my stare, her thighs squeezing together instinctively.

‘I really do have an artistic talent,’ I thought, grinning internally, however outside I kept my cool enjoying my art.

“You feel it, don’t you?” I growled softly, brushing a claw along the curve of her waist. “The heat. The need. The craving to be filled again.”

“I-I…” Her voice cracked—high-pitched, feminine, utterly foreign to her ears. She gasped and cupped her hands over her mouth, stunned by her own sound, her own reality.

“Hahahaha” I laughed, low and indulgent. “You don’t have to say anything yet. Your body’s already answering even if your mind is still catching up.”

I let my hand trail down to her hip, then around to her ass, squeezing gently, feeling the soft, supple flesh yield to my touch. She let out a soft gasp, her eyes snapping open, a mix of surprise and arousal flashing in her depths.

“I really love that ass,” I muttered, dragging her closer. My hand slipped from her ass to her plush thighs, spreading her open, running a thumb lightly along her outer lips. She let out a startled cry, unable to speak or know how to react as the strange, overwhelming sensation rippled through her.

“This body was made for pleasure,” I said, my voice a low growl. “For taking cock, for being filled, for breeding. You’re a fucking masterpiece, and I’m going to enjoy every inch of you.”

I leaned in again, my breath hot against her neck.

“Get on your knees.”

She sank down without thinking, her nipples brushing against my thigh as she knelt—then blinked in shock at her own compliance, her own need to obey. Her hands trembled, resting on her knees, her back arched and breasts forward, like a well-trained bitch in heat awaiting her master.

“You look so much better this way,” I cooed, circling in front of her. “Perfect tits, perfect hole, perfect obedience. All you needed was the right push. right?”

I did use my ‘Divine Influence’ skill along with ‘Hemocraft’ to change the doberman’s body from a male one to a female, yet I left his mind mostly untouched, I slightly influenced it making sure that he had the bare minimum acceptance to his new body and the identity as a She-dog.

Another reason, prevented me from ‘Influencing’ the dog more was something I didn’t encounter while I changed that demon governor to a female before.

A divine energy. Lora’s energy.

Some type of tracker in the shape of a cube deep inside his core, based on Herma’s analysis, this tracker had one function. To monitor the state of the Doberman’s mind and body, fortunately, the dog was already suffering from an energy struggle inside his core all because Lora gave him too much like Cute Cat, so his ‘Chaotic’ state was considered the normal state by the tracker and adding my Influence to the mix was easy. Yet I had to be careful not to push too much.

‘Can’t spoil the surprise,’ I smirked inwardly, wondering what Lora’s reaction was going to be when I showed her.

SMACK!

“Take a good look at this” I smiled at the stunned dog-girl, grabbing my big futa-canine-dick and smacking it on her cheek, before rubbing it all over her face.

“Now that your punishment for being an asshole and harming others inside my temple is over, let’s start the next chapter of our lovely story”

“Eh?”

The sound that left her lips was a helpless, dazed squeak, high and confused, as the scent of my arousal coated her face. My thick futa-canine cock pulsed hot against her skin, slick with lingering fluids, slapping softly against her muzzle again as I rubbed it along her cheek, painting her more with that primal musk.

“Let’s make a deal, shall we?” I cooed, leaning back slightly, watching as her eyes were riveted on the twitching length I held out in front of her.

“I’m ready to give you a cock similar to mine, with the size, the thickness, the knot, and everything a perfect copy under one condition”

I paused, letting the anticipation build, my cock still throbbing in my hand, glistening with pre-cum and the remnants of our previous encounters. Her eyes were locked onto it, a mix of fear, curiosity, and growing arousal playing across her features.

“What’s the condition?” she finally whispered, her voice barely audible, her tongue darting out to lick her lips nervously.

“The condition is simple, my little bitch. You have to earn it. You have to prove to me that you’re worthy of such a gift, such a treat. In my way”

I tilted her chin up gently, making her meet my eyes.

“Use your new body to create life, give birth a hundred times and I give you my word as the goddess of breeding, to grant you the cock of your dream” I paused, leaning closer to her until our breath mingled.

“Give life and receive life…?” I smirked, licking her nose before grabbing her hand and placing it on my big, pregnant belly. “Deal, or should I continue to fuck your ass?”

“A-Ah-Y-ye—n-no- I-I d-don’t—” her voice hitched as a faint tremor went through her body.

“You want me to… to have children?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper as if the words were foreign and incredible to her. “but I’m a man, I can’t–”

“Pup, you’re not a man anymore,” I said cupping her cheeks, rubbing my thumbs against her fur. “You are a canine She-dog, a breeding-ready bitch, I changed your body, and gave you a womb”

“I…” she trailed off, her gaze unfocused, staring into the void as her mind processed the reality, trying to fit it into her reality, into her concept and belief.

“Take some time to think,” I said, patting her head. “I’ll give you a few days to get used to your new self and think about my deal, but you must know this”

SNAP!

Snapping my finger, I placed a blood seal on her pussy.

“I get to claim your virginity and your first child, whether you accept the deal or not, this is my claim as the goddess of breeding, I’m simply giving you a chance to do it willingly”

Not leaving her chance to reply I teleported the Doberman girl back to a room in the temple so she could think it over and slowly take it all in, while I needed to complete something of my own.

Ding.

[Morgana, other than the Fabbit and the Centaur, all of your pregnancies are ready for birthing, including your copy]

“Thank you, Herma,” I nodded, happy that I could finally go through with that plan of mine.

To give birth to me.

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