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The witch chuckled as she watched the young woman writhe and whine, scratching and tugging at her now ill-fitting clothes. The young Sorceress, Triss Merigold, felt every inch of her body being ravaged by the Witch's curse. She drooled and yapped, her new canine tail wagging on it's own accord. She tried to cast a counter curse, or chant some kind of healing phrase, but all that came out of her lengthening muzzle were the yaps and barks of a common hound.
"There there, Goldie," The witch purred maliciously as Triss continued to change, "You won't have to worry about anything soon enough. I'm certain the King will be happy for the new bitch, and his hounds will be happy to aid that burning need filling your dumb little head..." Triss whimpered, a heat filling her as the witch spoke. She instinctively raised her rear at the mention of the King's hounds... big, strong mates... good for pups... Triss panicked knowing this may be the end of her quest... a Bad End...
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