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Fred had become a little hunting dog about six and a half years of age, and about two weeks away from giving birth - assuming Regon's transformation spell would interfere with Belboz's magic. But that wasn't what Fred was worried about - she was a little more concerned about the rope around her neck right now.
Regon yawned, clearly quite unaffected by what he'd just done. "Let's call you... Gigi. I imagine you're not too chuffed about what I've just done...
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so let's change that, shall we?" He waved a hand, and suddenly the dog realized how nice and easy she'd have it as a pet to this nice man she was already so familiar with. She wagged her tail.
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so let's just get the training out of the way." He waved a hand, casting a spell of complete obedience on the dog.
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so let's shift your perspective a little." He waved a hand, and her human mind dissolved into the intelligence and temperament of a cocker spaniel.
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but that's what happens when you cross me. I'd advise you think twice before doing so again." He left her tied there and approached the bound man.
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