The Ballad of Adler Young, Canto 2.5

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>Adler: Transmogrify Rebecca's father, considering the mindset he showed earlier, it would indeed be a severe punishment for him. Plus it would allow Rebecca to indulge in some petty revenge via gloating without hurting him, not to mention keeping him close by would keep him and the rabbits from having leverage on your newest follower.
>Turn the one who actualy threatened you into poodle
Can't you put a timer on your transmogriphication curses. Like untill the next full moon or something ?

"Very well!" I shouted dramatically. "For being so brash and annoying, you shall become a small yappy dog!"

I transmogrified Rebecca's father into a miniature poodle and handed him to her.

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"Oh Dad," she sighed sadly. "I can't say you didn't have this coming. Is he going to stay this way permanently? Or is it just until the next new moon or something?"

"That depends on his behavior and yours," I declared sternly. "I may turn him back after he has learned his lesson."

Actually, setting a time limit on a transmogrification was a pretty good idea! The hapless victim would suddenly turn back into himself at the most awkward time, and then have to explain what happened .. it could be extremely hilarious as well as a good object lesson for those who might be tempted to meddle in my affairs. I would have to consider how exactly to pull this off in the future.

"I have grown accustomed to my form and have no wish to be turned back," Oak interjected quickly. "However, being a dumb feral animal is a hard fate."

>Adler: Transmogrifying Rebecca's father will be enough to demonstrate your power, let your followers decide the punishments for the other two. It'll give them more investment in your organization by letting them feel they have a say.
let your cultist give you suggestion for the other two

"Well then, my loyal devotees, I shall let you decide what happens to the others," I suggested magnanimously.

"Curse them with bad hair!" Oak blurted out gleefully.

"It shall be so!" I declared, as I pulled one of the rabbits up by his shirt-front.

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I waved my fingers dramatically for the benefit of my audience as I composed the Gramarye to turn his head-hair into the most implausible, hybridized travesty I could think of.

"Your doom is to be business up front and party in the back," I intoned ominously, "FOREVER!!"

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"GREAT AUK!" Oak exclaimed in horror.

"IT'S TOO HIDEOUS!" the sheep shrieked in dismay. "I CAN'T BEAR THE SIGHT OF IT!!"

The cat choked on a hairball, and Toby fainted.

"This is too much, my lord," Oak sobbed as she knelt and fanned Toby's face. "Too horrible even for one of the pesky rabbits."

"You said to give him bad hair," I pointed out.

"Not THIS bad!" she protested. "I regret my haste. Please reconsider this harsh and heavy punishment."

"It's too late," I pouted. "I already said 'forever' and that can't be undone."

The cat and the sheep wailed and prostrated themselves on the ground.

"Have mercy on us!" they cried. "Deliver us from bad hair! Be kind even to thine enemies, oh Lord Ramble."

"Well, I can't just let them go scot-free!" I grumbled. "They have transgressed, and must be chastised for it!"

Two words: Atomic wedgies.

"The final rabbit, only pull his smallclothes up over his head," my cultists wailed. "That will be a kinder punishment."