The goddess never actually answered my question about being a futa. Instead, she just gave me this sly smirk and said, "You're going to love this world." Like, seriously? What kind of answer is that? A simple yes or no would've been nice, but no—now she's left me here guessing what I'll end up being.
Stupid goddess.
It's been a while since Niva sent me to this world, and I think I'm inside the womb.At least, that's my best guess—can't really confirm since my eyes won't open. And let me tell you, this place feels disgusting. It's like being tossed around in a slimy bucket. Honestly, I should've asked to skip this part;
now I'm stuck remembering what it's like to grow inside someone's womb.
But grossness aside, I am excited to meet my new family. I really hope my mom is a total badass. I mean, I picked Amazon for a reason—they're like the ultimate tomboys, and I loved being a tomboy in my past life.
Then there's my elven side.I have no idea what kind of elven man could win over an Amazon warrior, though. Most elves aren't exactly known for their brute strength—they're more about finesse and magic.
But I specifically chose High Elf because, let's be real, all elves are gorgeous. Who wouldn't want to be a hot elf? On the practical side, though, High Elves are known for their strong magic and connection to nature.
That should complement the raw physical strength of an Amazon perfectly. With both sides, I'll have power and beauty—and, hopefully, a pretty badass family to go along with it.
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"Doctors! Quick, the Duchess is giving birth!" a young elven man shouted, his voice sharp with urgency as he stood just outside the room.
Though he appeared to be in his mid-twenties, his ageless features betrayed the truth—elves live for centuries, and he was undoubtedly much older.
"Yes, Your Grace!" a maid and guard responded in unison, rushing to summon the doctors and healers waiting nearby. The Duchess had been nearing the end of her pregnancy for some time, and now the moment had finally arrived.
"Calm down, dear," the Duchess said, her tone steady and filled with unwavering confidence.
"I've been through worse than this. There's no way I'm letting childbirth be the thing that takes me out." Her husband, however, remained firm. "Nope. Not this time. I'm not budging. Our child is going to be born safely, no matter what."
His voice was filled with both determination and worry as he locked eyes with his wife.
The Duchess scoffed softly but couldn't hide the faint smile that played on her stunning caramel-colored face.
Moments later, the door swung open, and the room quickly filled with doctors, healers, and midwives, ready to assist in any way needed.
The Duke was reluctantly ushered to the back of the room, giving the medical staff space as his wife prepared to deliver their first child.
'Finally...' I thought, hearing the muffled sounds of excitement and movement beyond the womb.
Light pierced the darkness surrounding me, and I knew the time had come at last.
Let's get out of here.
"Hah… Hah… Welcome home, my beautiful daughter," a statuesque woman whispered, gazing down at me with a warm, proud smile. Her long black hair cascaded down her back, framing striking golden eyes that shimmered with love and fierce devotion.
Her caramel-toned skin glistened with sweat, giving her an almost ethereal glow, like a goddess fresh from battle. Everything about her radiated strength, from the sharpness in her gaze to her towering height—easily 6'8", embodying the essence of an untouchable warrior who'd crush anyone threatening her family.
Moments later, the man from earlier hurried to her side, breathless but beaming as he looked down at me, now cradled in my mother's arms.
"O-Our daughter… Look how adorable she is!" he exclaimed with unrestrained joy.
His long silver hair shimmered under the light, and his sculpted jawline, straight nose, and brilliant blue eyes gave him a noble, almost ethereal beauty. Like all elves, his ears tapered to elegant points. Standing at around 6'2" with a lean yet athletic build, he seemed graceful—but next to my towering mother, his presence was almost modest.
"Obviously, she's adorable! Look at her parents. There was no way she wouldn't be the cutest," my mother replied confidently, as if it were the most indisputable fact in the world.
As I took in the sight of my parents—this awe-inspiring couple, so different yet perfectly in sync—my heart warmed. There was no doubt in my mind that these two would love me with every ounce of their being.
"Thank you, everyone. You may leave us now. I'd like to share this moment with my wife and daughter," my father said, his voice filled with quiet authority.
"Yes, Your Grace," the healers and staff replied in unison, bowing deeply before quickly exiting the room, leaving us in peaceful silence.
Once the room was empty, my father settled onto the bed beside my mother, wrapping a protective arm around her shoulder as they gazed down at me together. "She's the spitting image of you, my love. I couldn't be prouder," my father whispered, his voice filled with awe.
"That's not all I gave her," my new mom said with a sly smile as she gently unswaddled me.
That's when I noticed it—something new and unexpected. The goddess actually listened to me. I'm now exactly what I asked to be. And apparently... so is my mom. This is fulfilling so many of my long-held fantasies. I've read tons of... questionable content, and this feels like a dream come true.
And knowing there are others like me out there? The possibilities are limitless. Seriously, who wouldn't love the best of both worlds? Heh, perfection.
While I was lost in my own thoughts, my parents kept talking.
"That's wonderful, dear," my father said with a grin. "With her being... well, like , we'll never have to worry about heirs."
"And those scheming noble families won't be able to manipulate her for power," my mom added, a hint of annoyance in her voice.
"Alright, alright, no need to stress about that yet. We've got plenty of time before it becomes an issue," my father said with a soft chuckle.
"But... uh, I'm a bit concerned. Why hasn't she cr—?"
Just as my father was about to ask why I was acting so strangely, two bright lights erupted from both him and my mother. The lights quickly solidified into four distinct silhouettes, and before long, four very different women stood before us.
On my dad's side, there were two figures. The first was a feline beastkin, with sleek black cat ears and a long black tail swaying behind her. Her straight hair framed her sharp features, giving her an air of elegance. Beside her stood an imposing Valkyrie, her golden wings spread wide, and her blonde hair flowing like sunlight.
By my mother's side, two more figures appeared. One was a lamia, her lower half the coiled body of a snake covered in dark red scales. Black horns tipped in red adorned her head, and her hands resembled dragon claws. Beside her stood a werewolf with pointed wolf ears perched atop her head, and furry claws in place of hands. Her body was covered in soft fur, making her look surprisingly cute.
"Aww, how adorable!"
"As expected of the masters."
"She looks divine."
"Quite the cutie, indeed."
All four women cooed in unison as they leaned over my parents, fawning over me.
"I thought we agreed to wait before introducing yourselves," my mother said, her eyes narrowing into a sharp glare that clearly threatened consequences if they didn't back off.
"We couldn't resist any longer!" the lamia woman replied, puffing out her cheeks. "We just had to see the young miss."
My dad, finally realizing what was happening, looked panicked. "What if you scare her? She's just been born!"
Immediately, all four of them looked down at me, suddenly concerned. But instead of crying, I reached my tiny hands up and giggled,
"Hehehe." I can't believe I get to see monster girls on the day I'm born! This is perfect—I
couldn't be happier.
"I think she likes us," the cat woman said smugly. "Oh, and by the way, you've yet to give her a name, you silly master."
"Oh, right," Dad said, turning to Mom. "Dear, why don't you tell her what we've decided?"
Mom smiled down at me and said softly,
"Your name is Lyra Valora."