“Well, lets sort this mess out so I can get back to transforming Princes. It seems like years since I last transformed a new one, like, at least 60 chapters!” Morgana complained.
“You brought it on yourself with your war against my Kingdom of Molossia! Now, can you please turn me back. I’ve had quite enough of being a pig.” The plump Princess pleaded in a particularly petulant manner.
“Excuse me, but you invaded my castle which I had to vacate! If anything it’s your fault that I invaded Molossia!” Morgana snapped at the pig, leaning over and waving her finger like she was reprimanding a child. Connie meekly trottered a few steps back. Morgana may have spent the past few weeks as a monkey but she was still not someone to be trifled with. If anything it would be wiser to steer clear of her wrath after being humiliated in such a way.
“Calm down you two and lets just get thinking of a way to fix things." Maedel interjected before Connie could provoke Morgana further or the witches annoyance grew into anger, "First off, Morgana why don’t you change Connie back? An extra pair of hands is more useful to us than four stubby legs, right?”
Morgana took a deep breath and acquiesced, “Lets see: tiny – no, wait, I removed that, so: bimbo, tiny, piglet, pig… Hmmm. Nope. I don’t think I can help. My powers are greatly diminished due to that demon betrayal thing. Your best bet is some deus ex machina like true loves kiss or divine intervention.”
Connie’s jaw dropped and she stood wide eyed and frozen in terror like a hog brought before a butcher’s knife, “True love? But I’m too young to settle down!”
“Shouldn’t you be more concerned whether anyone will fall in love with a fat sow in the first place?” Andrew asked, once again playing the straight man.
“What does it matter if you stay a pig? You seemed to be enjoying being a pig back in the sty with Rogan.” Morgana winked. The corner of her mouth lifted slightly into a mischievous smile.
“Y-you were watching that?” the pig panicked. She’d been hoping to keep her raunchy liaison with the sell-sword Rogan whilst they were both pigs a secret.
“Of course! Getting off on watching men and women give in to animal urges after I transform them is kind of my thing.” Morgana shrugged and waved her hands in the air, speaking in a tone that said her fetish was something pedestrian and not out of the norm.
“Well, there are two images I didn’t need in my head.” Andrew winced earning a nod of agreement from Maedel.
“Having sex as a pig? Gross!” Maedel gagged, “you’d NEVER catch me doing that…”
“Not in this timeline,” sighed Andrew as if he had somehow missed out on something or other. He looked wistfully out the window for a moment before being distracted by the little brown monkey that had begun climbing the walls of the cabin. “What do we do about Sara’s curse? Can’t you do something about that, Morgana? Or restore Hazel to her proper age?”
"Don't forget the little dog, too," Maedel added, kneeling down to pet the former Princess.
“Well…” Morgana began.