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Slowly, the sounds of opposition faded as the last of the dungeon’s denizens fled back through the cracks, surrendering the guarded treasures. The catfolk adventurer Sa’crin lowered from a battle stance and tucked her spear into the sheathing holster on her back. She breathed a sigh of relief, straightening out her ruffled leathers and fishing out a vibrant red potion to help her wounds close.

The square room ahead had no further doors, just a few shelves stocked with mundane miscellany, a short table with two chairs and in the corner, a reinforced chest.

She strode across the room, the threadbare rug doing little to cushion the cold stone. She ignored it, it wasn’t like she was planning to stay here long. Already her fingers had stowed the empty bottle and traded it for a key on a string, which she swung absently in the air. Her fingers snapped the key smoothly into the lock and after a quick search for traps, she twisted it, hearing the satisfying thunk of the mechanism opening.

“Let’s see, now.” She murmured to herself, prying the lid open. The other chests had squeaking hinges but this one was well oiled, showing glittering goods inside. Coins, a few jewels, a rolled parchment - the very thing she’d been sent to this dungeon to retrieve, if her guess was right - and a large lacquered box.

A ring on her hand hummed, vibrating to tell her that it detected a trace of magic. She’d gathered more similar boxes, having peered into the first one and blushing at what she’d seen, a pair of overly long boots that seemed stylised at first, with sharp pointed toes that led into a hoof-like sole. However the boots looked less like they were for adventuring and more for a very cheek-warming manner of entertainment.

Still, she’d collected them. The magical energy spoke to something she couldn’t see with her eyes alone. Plus, though she didn’t acknowledge it, something about the boots allured her further.

She arranged her backpack, just barely having room to carry it all without discarding anything, fortunately it was bulk that determined her load rather than weight, the return trip would be tolerable. “Thanks for the loot!” She said loudly to the walls with a soft chortle of delight as she rose, walking back the way she came.

Having traded the parchment for a full purse and made sure to spread some of those gains into a divination scroll, Sa’crin had stowed her findings at home and then enjoyed a night on the town. She’d had a good time not letting herself get carried away but she owed herself some fun after the work she’d put in on this job.

As her excitement faded and fatigue set in, she made her way back to her home and slumped into a chair. She woke after an hour of dozing, the fragments of a dream fading away. In that dream she’d opened the boxes and found the loot to be compelling yet she couldn’t recall why. Curiosity won over her desire to just go to bed and in the dark night she did as she had planned, spreading the boxes with their unidentified contents and beginning the divination spell.

A light wind circled her, the scroll flapping in her hands as she made it through the last stanza and the magic took hold, putting her on a generous three hour timer to inspect her findings. The boxes themselves had only the most basic enchantment; one that seemed focused on simple upkeep, dust repelling, harder to stain, no traps or twisted tricks with them directly. Even if she sold the contents, she could keep those boxes for storing delicate items.

Sa’crin opened the first of the five boxes, the familiar one she’d peeked into beforehand. Thanks to the spell, she knew she’d made the right call in not trying the boots. A curse lingered over them, one that would lock them on and ensure that several negative effects they bore stayed with the user.

The second box opened in smooth silence at her touch, a few belts with metal pieces stringing them together and connecting with a solid bar and… ah, she recognised it as a bridle, though not big enough for any horse she’d seen. It too bore a curse. She pulled it out of the box all the same, twisting it in the light, a strangely warm shiver tracing her back as she saw the blinkers at the sides, very thematic to say the least. Setting it down on the table, she also pulled the boots out and laid them alongside. A new enchantment emerged, the two cursed objects mingled into the makings of a matched set, giving a new effective bonus when paired that counter-acted some of the negative effects to give a surplus of strength.

“Hmm, now I know why the boxes all look alike.” She mused, opening the next one. A solid girdle of metal, padded and lined, with a latching, crotch shielding band dividing it. Any doubts in her mind were gone that this had more of a focus on lewd pastimes than adventuring. The chastity belt, for that was what it was, bore the same locked curse and also one of forced stimulation to the wearer, twisted to give them unnatural stamina while prohibiting them from reaching certain erotic ends… She hastily put that one down lest it give her more thoughts.

The remaining two boxes followed suit, the largest showing a shining catsuit made of no material she’d ever seen. It squeaked when her fingers rubbed it between them, stretched just a little but sprung back into shape tightly while the final box contained gloves that were also styled like the boots, long, shining leather capped off with hooves instead of digits.

Her eye turned to the full set once it was on the table and the boxes placed to one side. It beckoned to her, though some of that was the enchantment itself. Yet when worn as a set, the benefits greatly outweighed the diminished penalties. The worst of the remaining penalties was the edging distraction that the chastity belt would impose, plus from the nature of the enchantment the divination spell told her that wearing the entire set would make it removable even with how clumsy the mitts looked.

Perhaps she was overtired, yet the thought of trying it on seemed alluring, especially since it was quiet enough that everyone in the town would be asleep. Hell, if she waited until she woke up it would be too late in the day and she’d need to wait until the next evening with the gear filling her daydreaming head. No, this was the time to try it on and then take it off before morning.

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.

“Mhghh, thmm phh th bhmm…” she told herself, before chuckling, finding amusement in the distortion of her words as she took up the belt. Cold feet were no longer an option if she wanted any of the attire off, so, galvanised to greater confidence she pushed the belt into place, clicking the latch down. Once closed the belt shifted further, locking and adjusting the padding to be a snug, close fit that prohibited her fingers from even touching the edge of the belt; they instead slipped over the smooth surface of it. “Ghh fhhhnmh…” she grunted. She thought it should have done a bit more than that- a thought she immediately regretted as suddenly the belt thrummed. The shake sent her stumbling into her nightstand, having to grab and lower herself to her bed before she fell. “Ghhhoughh…” She moaned, the belt strumming up her lust with shocking speed as it made even the suit itself seem to vibrate, rubbing her sides and chest sensually with steady shakes.

Her back craned forward, her hands dropping to the belt, trying to push it in. Still curled over she rolled onto her side and onto the bed, her thighs rose though she struggled to bend the joints. Instead she was left trying to kick in response as the stimulation came close to giving her a rocking climax, then, as the enchantment promised, it stopped shy. “Ghh?! Ghh fnghhkkk!” She moaned, writhing, trying to twist around. “Gmmyh.” She begged of her own body, the belt thrummed, changing the style of its vibration, focusing on her nethers. She wasn’t entirely sure if the intent was to reward a kinky wearer with entertaining styles or punish an overeager thief by keeping things unpredictable.

Either way the feline was happy to let out a muffled growl of pleasure.

The hoof-mittened gloves sat just out of her reach, she could stand and put them on, unlocking the whole set and she would… when she’d had enough of the blissful edging.

Her eyes closed, focusing on the cursed outfit. The squeeze from all angles, the subtle yet definite diminishing of her flexibility, the way the suit creaked while the belt squeezed in a fit that was both perfect to her body yet made her hips feel more cumbersome, whether she bent forward or back any contact around the waist made her intimately conscious of the thick metal.

Minutes blurred past as the catfolk lost herself in pleasure, tormented by her own willing choices and panting heavily as she tired herself out physically well before she was mentally done. She lay back, letting her hips gyrate and grind under the pressure she felt, weakly wanting to let her body react on instinct.

The signals must have been confusing to it, feeling like she could climax at any moment yet finding herself completely unable to. Her teeth ground on the metal bit as she tried to bite her lip, well out of reach, giving herself a soft moan. No, no, she was desperate now, she needed to cum. It took focused effort to pull herself away from the bed. On shaking quivering legs she stepped awkwardly to the mitts and greedily snatched them up, stuffing her hand deep in one and thanking the magician responsible for their creation that the second hand allowed her remaining hand to glide in unassisted.

The catches just needed a nudge to secure themselves, a euphoric rush coming from every piece of gear as the set completed. The force of that rush was enough to knock her to her knees, hugging herself as inarticulate hoof-mitts tried to clench.

It was united, she could take it off now and climax. Her elbow caught a mitt and tugged.

It didn’t shift. She tucked the other in place and tugged again, still no joy, feeling absolutely stuck as if it was part of her arm. “Hghh??” She gasped, looking over the mitts, searching for the catches and brushing them against any point of furniture. They slid off, there was no way she was that bad unless- the worried thought caught her mind. What if this wasn’t the entire set?

She held shaking hands up to her eyes, the divination effect still lingered as she looked over the mitts. Almost every negative effect had been diminished on the equipment except for one key piece on all of them. She gulped, she’d assumed that it was just part of the downsides, yet it all made sense, if one piece was missing it would be a perfect fit but she’d searched the entire dungeon!

If she’d missed something that meant she was truly locked in! The playful horny fantasising about an unremovable outfit turned to sudden panic as she tugged on each aspect of her dress. The hooves made a solid grip near impossible but even hooking on her furniture she couldn’t so much as wiggle the bridle or boots.

Sa’crin’s wide eyes remembered the dungeon’s denizens, the alcoves they’d retreated into. She assumed it was to rest up, to hide so that they could recover, what if there was one last chest amidst those spaces?

Her hands brushed helplessly over the outfit one last time before her weary eyes looked up at the door… the handle would still open but already she knew it would take effort to turn, how in the world was she going to lift her spear, much less get to the dungeon to bargain for the final piece?

With another shuddering moan, she let her legs buckle and fell onto her bed. It was going to be a long frustrating night of next to no sleep. All because she’d been so confident and reckless…