<b>At Donna’s small residence in the dungeon…</b><br/><br/><div class="ToggleTriggerAnchor bbCodeSpoilerContainer">
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<div class="SpoilerTarget bbCodeSpoilerText"><i><b>Hair</b> (minus the shirt)</i><br/>
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<i>...aaand, that’s all.</i></div>
</div><br/>While Melony spoke, Donna became even more curious of the girl’s shoulder-long hair. Before the redhead even realized, she had forked her right hand fingers through Melony’s blonde locks and brushed them up and down in awe, even though she had not got permission to touch. It was such a friendly act, though, that neither of them probably thought very much of it. Donna barely listened to what Melony had to say, busy inspecting individual threads up close.<br/><br/>“Did you know you have hallowed strands among your hair?” Donna asked, and sounded like she still doubted it herself as well. Her lips remained parted as she was too preoccupied to fully close them. Then she turned her eyes at Melony’s, kept holding some of the hair between her fingers, and added, “I know demons who’d pay a small fortune for a supply of these. It’s not easy to imprison an angel… I’ve never heard of a witch who possesses angelic features in her mortal form. Yes, we should make them longer. Mistress could be very pleased.”<br/><br/>When Donna suddenly stood up, her smooth cock took a couple of swings right in front of Melony’s dichromatic eyes. She wasn’t erect, though, even less so now that her passion in hairdressing had fully taken over. While every other cock-bearing creature in the dungeon appeared to be under some kind of a sex spell, it didn’t seem to affect Donna in the slightest. The chamber, as one could notice with careful observation, was protected by simple anti-magic runes on the walls. Presumably because it would be a shame if Kerelith had to go look for another stylist as skilled as Donna.<br/><br/>For a moment, the redhead disappeared in a closet at the back of the chamber, and then returned with three small potions in her hands. They all looked identical with pure white liquid inside.<br/><br/>“Drink these,” Donna said, “One, if you wish to grow your hair back-long. Two—the second one will work stronger than the first—if you want your locks to sweep the floor by your heels. Or all three, if your desire is a hair that resembles the mighty tail of our beloved Mistress. After today, you’ll develop an immunity that’ll last for several months, so we can only do this once for now. There shouldn’t be any side effects… at least, if you’re not worried about losing the hair everywhere else on your body.”<br/><br/>The redhead offered Melony the first potion, and then sat back down on the bed next to her. She went on, “Drink it slowly, in small sips… I did say we’ll need a few hours. After each sip, you’ll feel a warm sensation in your belly that’ll last for a few minutes. When it’s gone, you can take another sip from the potion. If you drink too fast, your hair might lose some of its strength as it grows too quickly. Nothing too catastrophic, but better safe than sorry. You can of course leave some of the drought in the potion for a lesser effect. In the meantime...” Donna paused, and considered her next words carefully, “It’s up to you, whatever you want to do.”<br/><br/>The only, subtle hint the futanari redhead gave of her own preference was to part her knees slightly wider.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>