Preview of Curse or Kinky Blessing (Feb '24)
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Summary: A catfolk adventurer clears out a dungeon and finds a magical set of ponyplay themed equipment. She identifies a curse upon it but one that will dispel when all pieces are united. It's only after she tries the items all out at home that she learns there may well be a piece missing...
Word Count (Full Version): 2774
Sa’crin took the items upstairs and made sure there wasn’t so much as a hairsbreadth gap in the curtains before she disrobed completely. The catsuit was cool, almost clammy as she put her feet in first, yet it didn’t catch on her claws or fur, gliding smoothly wherever she pulled it. It felt like silk as it brushed up, then when situated it clung with an appealing tightness, distracting her, making her gasp. It held tighter than she expected it to, not just compressing to flatten her fur but also to accentuate her curves, the sleek shine made them seem all the more exaggerated between thin and thickness.
If it weren’t for the downsides and the eyes she’d draw, she’d almost consider wearing this full time. As it closed up behind her neck, the outfit quivered, taking in the last little gaps, smoothing out an errant crease and then falling still. She let out a breath she’d held as she pulled it on, only to discover her lungs wouldn’t fill as much as before. The tightness of the suit strained against her chest, limiting her to shorter breaths.
Her heart fluttered in excitement as she tried to take it off, it stretched, creaked and protested yet for all that it moved, it felt glued to her skin. There was no removing it, the curse was in effect. “Damn, who could have thought a detrimental effect could be so… exciting.” She murmured to herself as she moved to the belt and the boots. Her fingers hesitated as she chose between the two, settling on the boots. She had her bed to sit down on if they got too much, but the buzzing could drive her mad if it slowed down the rest of her gearing up.
They too welcomed her legs gladly, sliding past what should have been two difficult curves at the knee and ankle until she reached the bottom. A sturdy lining kept her ankle high in the air while the ball of her foot sat above the hoof. It seemed comfortable enough until she drew the laces back, then her toes were instead bent to ballet-like points. Her feet clacked loudly as the hooves hit the floorboards in her suddenly clumsy steps, making her blush as she grabbed for and steadied herself against her dresser.
Sa’crin had to calm herself, already feeling ardour rising in her. That hadn’t been in the enchantments so that fascination was entirely her own. The belt glinted teasingly at her, yet she chose instead to go with the bridle, delaying it for another while.
The bit looked like it could grow uncomfortable, particularly since despite her snouted muzzle, it would still pull back at the lips. Still she welcomed it in, lining up straps that ran between her eyes and along her cheeks. She closed the strapped buckle, feeling it click and weave as the lock held on squeezing at the back of her tongue and tightening until she felt the tension securing itself perfectly.
The negative effects were still being reduced by each piece she wore, the catsuit no longer tight to the point of making her breathless, the boots no longer making her totter and sway like a drunkard. There was still a pinch from the suit and still an odd change to her gait but nothing she couldn’t compensate for until the set was united.
“Mnhhhg…” She murmured, an enchanted muffling augmented what the bit already should have done, while her vision was cast into a magical darkness. She only imagined how bad it could have been if it was the first piece she wore, perhaps total silence and blindness. With more loud clacks she passed to her window, tweaking the curtain to peek out. Oh that was hot… it was as though she were in a small sphere of vision, outside of which was pure darkness. It extended just far enough for her to see the street immediately below her window, but then the rest of the world was swallowed by darkness. She pulled away, returning the curtain, blushing as she realised if anyone had been looking, she’d not have seen them back.