Becoming a Good Girl (OC Dog-Girl TF)

Investigating the disappearance of a couple of magical girls, Hikari goes to a police station to chat up the chief. Wonder why all the cops are girls, and why the chief keeps calling everyone "good girl"?

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“I’ve never been in a police station before. At least I don’t think I have.” Hikari said, looking at the precinct in front of her.

“Is that so?” Izanami asked. “I thought Magical Girls and the police of your world worked closely together.”

“We do! But, well, not really much reason to mess with each other? Police kinda just help us evacuate areas where we’re fighting and keep new people from getting too close.” Hikari shrugged. “They can’t really do much against a rampaging robot-girl or a witch magically turning people into cats, and the Magical Girl Association takes care of villains, not the normal prisons.”

“Mmhm.” Izanami nodded. It made sense - there had been a few bold policemen who’d tried to stop her when she’d first appeared, and all they’d really done was provide a couple of bodies who wouldn’t run away while they got turned into minions. “And why is it that we suddenly care about them, then?”

Hikari shrugged again, walking towards the door. “Oh, it’s just a routine meeting, Miss Nakano said. She wanted me to talk to the chief and ask if there’s anything we can do to ‘improve relations’. Oh, and ask about the status of their investigation into a couple of other Magical Girls that went missing.”

“In your profession, that seems to be a daily occurrence.” Izanami noted dryly.

“It is, but usually they’d turn up as minions by now.” Hikari replied with a sigh. The missing Magical Girls - Sophie and Marina - had seemed competent. She didn’t actually interact much with the other young women in the MGA, since she was a solo and her nearest co-worker was Akemi. But they’d seemed nice enough when she saw them last, chasing a villain into their territory, and she worried about what happened to them a little. The MGA could reverse just about anything; physical, mental, and spiritual healing had been the top of the list as far as magic study was concerned, and they were the top of the field and could reconstruct an individual even from full identity erasure. But they did have to be able to get their hands on the minionized girl.

Still, there was no reason to worry too strongly. They’d turn up - hopefully faster, if she could work with the police officers here!

The female cop at the front desk greeted her warmly, and Hikari explained why she was there, showing her MGA identification. Almost too eagerly, the woman offered to show her over to the conference room - the Chief was already ready for her arrival!

Izanami felt like something was off as Hikari was guided through the building. There weren’t all that many cops around. She wasn’t from that world so she wasn’t sure how many there were supposed to be, but surely more than they saw. And the ones they had seen were all women! Granted, given the proportion of powerful women in Matsushita City, that wasn’t that odd, but she would have thought there’d be at least one man.

The conference room was nothing special, just a room with a long table on it. A woman in police uniform sat inside at the head of the table, flanked by a pair of other female cops. Hikari waved cheerfully to them as she entered. “Hello! I’m Hikari, good to meet you,” she said as she took a seat.

“Welcome to the precinct,” said the first officer. “You can just call me the Chief. Down to business, then? I’m sure the MGA has plenty to talk about.”

Izanami tuned out the discussion for the bulk of it’s length - something about how the cops and the magical girls would work together, some grumbling over a couple girls up in the Northern end of the city playing vigilante with mundane crooks, a bunch of boring procedural stuff. It was easy to forget, with her crippling lack of common sense, that Hikari was by no means unintelligent - just far, far too trusting for her own good.

“Oh, and by the way…” Hikari said.

“Yes?” The Chief asked, tilting her head.

“You wouldn’t happen to know what happened to two of the other Magical Girls, would you? They were dispatched to a call for help at this precinct a while ago, and we haven’t seen them since, even after the all-clear.” Hikari asked.

Izanami would have raised an eyebrow if she had a physical form then. She hadn’t known that particular detail of the case, having tuned out mostly when Hikari was being assigned the task. The issue had suddenly become blindingly obvious to her. “Hikari, I suggest we leave. Now.” she said into the magical girl’s mind.

“No, I’m busy.” Hikari muttered under her breath.

The Chief had sat up at the mention, narrowing her eyes. “Oh? I was so sure they’d reported back. I haven’t seen them, no…” she smiled, pulling a whistle from a strap on her neck. She blew on it sharply, a piercing and disorienting cry filing the room before the Chief turned to one of the cops with her. “You, be a good girl and see if you could dig up anything on those girls for us, hm? I’m sure we have something.”

The woman looked dazed for a second, before grinning dumbly and saluting, running out of the room. Hikari didn’t pay much attention - her head hurt from that whistle, and she was having trouble organizing her thoughts. “Bwuh? I-I mean, thank you…” she stammered, trying to gather herself again.

Izanami groaned. And so it began. “Would you listen to me? Go before she-”

Another blast of the whistle filled the air, and broke Hikari’s thoughts again. The Chief didn’t pay too much attention to her though, looking to the other woman (who sat there with her tongue lolling out of her mouth now). “As for you, why don’t you be a good girl and help Hikari here relax? She seems so stressed.”

Snapping a sloppy salute off, the woman eagerly nodded and walked over behind Hikari, starting to give her a massage without another word. Hikari was disoriented, unable to express why that seemed odd.

“Damnit, it was supposed to be my turn again soon…” Izanami muttered.

“I-I should go…” Hikari managed to stammer. “S-Sorry…” She’d managed to hear Izanami now, and her hand was drifting up to her amulet.

Another blast of the whistle broke that action solidly. This time the Chief was giving her full attention, and walked up to her as she stared blankly into space. “Stay!” she commanded imperiously. “Be a good girl and stay right there. We’re just getting started, aren’t we?”

Hikari’s mind, moving like molasses, stuck on the phrase ‘good girl’. She wanted to be a good girl, didn’t she? She was such a nice person, and she didn’t want to be rude to the Chief, so she should be a good girl shouldn’t she…-

“Damnit, is a whistle really all it takes?” Izanami snapped. Granted, it was clearly just an avenue for some magical ability - the Chief wasn’t even pretending now, taking off her hat and revealing the canine ears on top, and letting her tail free. It didn’t take a genius to guess the other “cops” were dog-girls as well. Izanami pushed her will into Hikari’s body, forcing it to move; on instinct, Hikari transformed once her hand touched her amulet.

There was a flash of light as Hikari changed into her magical girl form. The Chief’s instincts were all that saved her as she ducked a blast that blew a hole in the wall behind her - when she stood up again, Hikari had bolted.

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While Hikari was technically the one in control of her body, Izanami was calling the shots - the magical girl’s mind was still stuck on the phrase good girl and wasn’t putting up all that much resistance anymore. Hikari was a very good girl, such a good girl… and good girls did what they were told…

Izanami had Hikari bring them to an isolated spot, a closet that nobody had been in. “Now, I need you to give up control to me…” Izanami said - Hikari wasn’t in any state to get them out of there.

“Good girl…” Hikari said, a mindless giggle following.

Izanami sighed. Yep, her mind was thoroughly cooked. “That’s right. Be a good girl and let me control the body, now.”

Hikari giggled again - she wanted to be a good girl! So she did as she was asked; her eyes shifted to red while her hair bleached white, as Izanami took control of their body. Hikari’s mind fell into the background, leaving Izanami in control once again.

Izanami stretched, getting a feel for the body; she’d gotten Hikari out of there before anything physical started to happen, so the only change was Hikari letting out the occasional canine bark in the back of her mind. Speaking of which, she could hear more of it from outside of their little hiding spot - the villainess and her minions had stopped pretending and were now searching for them.

Izanami had no idea how many minions there were, or really even how powerful the villainess was. She had no interest in remaining here and ending up under her control. So she’d leave and go do her own thing, let the MGA deal with the problem.

She left the room just as a patrol of two dog-girls walked by. She didn’t give them the time to respond, sending a blast of magic into them and in a flash overtaking their wills and making them into her minions - complete with her featureless masks and black robes. It was time to go, and she had no patience for a fair fight.

After that, she started simply walking out of the precinct, changing more girls as she went and being forced to fight with others - the Chief had evidently taken the whole precinct as her own and everyone in it, so she had dogs to spare. Still, they had weak wills and were easily subverted.

She was approaching the front door when she saw the Chief again, standing with a team of her own girls. “What’s another villain doing in my territory, hm?” she growled, “Your little rampage let a magical girl escape!”

People never seemed to be able to tell that Hikari and Izanami shared a body unless Izanami was actively pretending to be Hikari; it wasn’t anything intentional on Izanami’s part, but a side effect of their souls sharing a body and the frequent switching between. Convenient though. “What I’m doing is my own business, mutt!” Izanami snapped, “Stand aside if you don’t want to end up like your - oh, pardon me, like my minions.”

The Chief grinned. “It’s adorable you think that they’re yours. My good girls are better trained than that.” she said. She pulled up her whistle again, and blew a sharp tone.

In a flash the dog-girls were on Izanami, holding her down with sheer weight of numbers as their minion uniforms flashed back to the parody of police style that the Chief preferred. The whistle had brought them back to her command like the trained dogs they were, and even Hikari was at eager attention in the back of Izanami’s mind.

“Get off me you fleabags-” Izanami shouted, but it was no use, even when she blasted one dog away, another took her place.

The Chief strode up to her confidently, grinning. “That’s more like it. I might have lost that magical girl, but it’ll be fun to put you in your place.” she said.

Izanami was going to respond again, but the whistle blew and she felt the magic slam against her mind. Now that she was at the forefront she didn’t have any insulation from the effect. In fact, she was even more vulnerable than Hikari had been - given that said magical girl was barking and eagerly assisting her boss in making a new officer.

“Ah- no! You mutt, I won’t let you do this-” Izanami struggled, but she was firmly pinned, and the Chief just laughed.

“Don’t worry about it. Just relax and be a good girl.” she said, and blew her whistle once more, battering Izanami’s mind further.

“Y-Yes, please, make me a good girl…” Hikari moaned inside of Izanami’s head, her already subverted mind going even deeper as the whistle sounded again.

Good girls didn’t think. Good girls did what their owner told them to do. Good girls didn’t fight back… the words flowed into Izanami’s brain as she tried to fight them off, to little effect. A physical change had begun to take place as well, accompanying the mental onslaught. A tail was pushing it’s way out of her rear, straining against her clothes. New ears were growing on top of her head, furred and flopping like a dog’s.

“You want to be a good girl don’t you? Dogs like you love being a good girl for your owner~” the Chief said.

Izanami found herself liking the sound of that. A lot. But she wouldn’t. “N-No, I won’t… I won’t become a…”

“Good girl!” Hikari finished for her, as another whistle blasted apart the remains of their resistance.

She was a good girl. She would be the best girl. For her owner… her hair had shifted as well, going black-and-white spotted like a certain breed of dog’s, and her tail was attempting to wag up a storm. She felt good. What had she been so worried about?

A hand rested on her head, giving her some much appreciated pets as her mind finally quieted. She didn’t need to worry, or to think. Her owner would do that for her. Another whistle sounded, and this time it had the simple effect of replacing Izanami’s clothes with a modified police uniform - or rather, a lewd parody of one that the new dog knew would be quite easy to take off if needed.

“Good girl. That’s enough thinking from you.” The Chief said.

Izanami made a messy salute. “I’m a good girl, Chief!” she said, and Hikari fervently agreed in her mind.

The Chief smiled, pulling a collar from her belt and properly fitting her newest officer with it. She thought it was about time to have some fun...