The Breeder's Kennels: Transformation

By Alis Mitsy

Henna is sent on a mission, which is not strange at all for her and her line of work, using her jutsu for the benefit of her country and her people. She is devoted to her cause but being sent to a breeding kennel is quite strange for her, especially considering that she has very little experience of dogs. But it can't be that difficult to look after them, right? And there was something about being specially requested by the owner?

But something strange happens at the kennels as, slowly, barely even noticing at first, Henna begins to change. It is strange to drink out of a glass, is it not? Not even green tea holds its usual allure for her and she prefer drinking from a bowl, lapping with her tongue as if she is a dog. But she's not a dog...is she?

Please note that this story does not contain erotic content but detailed transformation.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alis Mitsy
• Release date: Jul 13, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463785300

Alis Mitsy

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The Breeder’s Kennels

Transformation

Alis Mitsy

This work is copyrighted under the pen name of Alis Mitsy as of 2019.

This story may be published under other pen names belonging to the author.

All acts and characters are works of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is coincidental.

Eyeing the map, Henna paused at the crossroads, turning her head from one side to the other as she pondered her route. It had been a while since she’d been selected for a solo mission but it wasn’t as if it was something completely unfamiliar to her. Although she was a woman on the quieter side (‘shy’ was often a word used to describe her, even if that was, truly, only around certain people), she knew well enough how to look after herself and her jutsu, while not openly bragged about, was a wealthy repertoire.

No. She drew herself up tall, taking a deep breath as she cast her pale eyes – disconcerting to some – from one path to another. A fork on the road had not been stated on the map but the mountains loomed and, well, her destination was supposed to be in the mountains, a remote facility that few ventured too. She puffed out her cheeks with air, taking care to consider for just a moment longer before choosing her path. Although she was not one for snap decisions, no one could have said that she was not cautious and she most certainly would not have wanted to be late at any cost.

She smiled tightly, lips pressed together against the lick of autumn bite on the air. She would arrive perfectly on time, as she always did. That was the way of her life and there was no reason or desire in her heart to change that anytime soon either.

Brushing her blue-black hair away from her face – she really should tie it back when she was travelling, for it was forever sweeping into her face – she made good on her way, her feet sure and steady on a road that seemed to have been reasonably travelled if not frequently. It was not quite so worn from the paths of carts and boots that it was worn perfectly smooth but it was mostly not so much on an incline that she could make her way along easily enough.

How long would it be before she saw her friends again, she wondered. A light blush coloured her cheeks and she hastened her steps, more to give her mind something to think about rather than going back to the one that she had been the most loathe to leave behind. But that was just a friendship and she was sure she was being quite silly about everything there as nothing would come from it. A future lay ahead of her and all she could do was stride boldly on into it with her head held high and perhaps just the hint of a fond smile tugging at her lips.

After all, she would not forget him entirely...

Soon, however, her destination loomed into sight, looking every part what she had expected: a breeding kennels. Surrounded by lush meadows at the very foothills of the mountains, it seemed to be a single-storey building that stretched back and back with a row of exterior kennels facing the front where visitors would, presumably, also approach from. The boundary line was not as interesting aesthetically, although quite practical: a chain link fence to keep the charges enclosed where they were safe, for there was an abundance of wild animals that would make easy pickings of a domesticated canine. And well-bred dogs suited for a variety of purposes – hunting was becoming popular with a trained companion those days – went for a great deal of coin