Dominarch snarled as she kicked the door open, waiting for her trusty medical Draclik to arrive. Her plans had been foiled and she needed to know why. After a few seconds of impatient waiting, a small, furry, canine creature appeared, carrying a medical scanning device.
“Uh, is something wrong, Lady Dominarch?” The being eyed Dominarch awkwardly. The tall, slender demon was completely nude, and both her… tails… were hanging out.
“Yes, something is very wrong!” Dominarch hissed, summoning a whip from thin air. “This Life Goddess is a Life GOD! It has no vagina to speak of! How am I supposed to turn it into a Decayon breeding factory if it is MALE? I need you to FIX this, Iontran.”
Iontran shuddered, trying his best not to look too far down at Dominarch’s exposed genitalia, then turned his attention to the plastic box behind her. “You want me… to change the mimic’s gender?”
“Exactly.”
“Uh… I… don’t know if I can do that.”
Dominarch snarled some more, bringing herself down to eye level with Iontran.
“Why not?”
“Well, uh… I don’t know what it is. If it’s a mimic, then it’s just going to subconsciously copy you and protect itself at the same time. If it’s a Life Goddess… well… I don’t think they… work like that…”
“How do they work then?”
Iontran leaned back, his eyes now darting between Dominarch and the sleeping mimic. The strange creature had to be a mimic. Even though it was trapped inside a Sensory Deprivation Box, a special canister which kept it unconscious and completely unaware of its surroundings, the mimic was still doing mimic-y things. In this case, it had changed itself to be similar to Dominarch in appearance. Perhaps a little too similar.
“Lady Dominarch… did you touch the mimic? With your bare skin?”
Dominarch rolled her eyes. “Of course I did. I was looking for an entrance. This peculiar little specimen doesn’t have one.”
The Draclik sighed, rubbing his head. “You probably shouldn’t have done that. Since the mimic is deprived sensually, it will take whatever sense you give it and use that to create a form. Since you touched it and the mimic has no other point of reference, it has instead mimicked your form. We would have to find a Life Goddess and have it touch the mimic in order for the mimic to become a Life Goddess too.”
The demoness sighed, her attention turning back to the plastic container. “If this thing was a Life Goddess, could you force it to create Decaylings for us to sell?”
“I mean… theoretically… It is definitely possible, I’ve heard of Voidborns doing something similar, but that was with a more… willing subject.”
“Answer me, yes or no,” Dominarch snapped her fingers. “Because if the answer is no, then we will just have to make a massive wad of short-term cash, instead of a super-massive stream of long-term cash.”
“Yes, it’s possible to turn it into a farm. But it will require a lot of work, and a suitable male specimen that won’t create unruly children.”
“Hm…” Dominarch wandered back over to the box, tapping lightly on the glass. “Guess it will be a long term project then. In the mean time, have a look through our merchandise and see if you can find a potential male specimen, and calculate what else you need to make all of this work.”
Iontran bowed slightly. “Of course, Lady Dominarch. What about the mimic?”
Dominarch smiled. “Oh, do not worry about it for now. I will have a play around with it myself, see if I can find anything else we can use it for…”