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The stout man had the legs, tail, and horns of a goat. His brown hair was thick on his head, chin, and arms, and he was obviously quite intoxicated. "Ho there, fair Red," he slurred. "It's your dashing Llewellyn, here to save you from this sorry state!" He approached, and planted a sloppy kiss on Red's lips. At once, she felt a change come over her! Magic descended around her as she shrank rapidly, abruptly regaining use of her limbs - though they were quite stiff from disuse indeed - and returning to her prettily petite shape. Her dress - which had mysteriously stretched to accommodate her - was now ludicrously oversized and thoroughly stained with red juice. She reeled back, falling on her bottom as her whole body tingled. The only evidence of her ordeal that remained was the continued red coloration of her skin and hair. "Astounding!" cried Llewellyn. "Divine! What beauty! I must have you!" The dwarves, who were only in this to get themselves a housekeeper, interjected at once, asserting their claim on the mute red girl. As he was outnumbered ten to one, there was little Llewellyn could do. Meanwhile, Red, having received the kiss of a fey spirit, had been affected by the prince's magic, and that meant that
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