In the depths of a long-forgotten domain, a certain doctor had come across an interesting collection of ancient devices. Such items were dangerous to the untrained eye: the few women helplessly struggling within their own sets proof of that. But – for a man as clever as himself – those traps could be avoided… and perhaps tuned for his own use. He simply needed a test subject.

Kamisato Ayaka hardly recalled what had happened to her the previous night. Her moonlight stroll was hazy in her memories as she stumbled across some strange, out-of-place door. The last thing she’d seen was a man with a strange mask standing above her, as she crumbled to her knees…

“Hey, you. You’re finally awake.”

A voice finally snapped Ayaka out of her groggy state. Her eyes flickered open, surprised to find herself outside as well as standing despite having just been asleep. Intense feelings suddenly sparked to life along her body as she did: a dull pain around her nipples, a tight material hugging most of her body, and the constant drip of her own saliva down onto her chin.

She looked down in horror at her new attire. Crimson flushed her cheeks when her eyes met her glistening, exposed nipples, adorned with indecent jewelry. The princess instinctively struggled in place, though such meager efforts were useless against a fully powered and modified set of devices. Only when she saw herself in the reflection of a nearby puddle, and that tail which came out of a place that Ayaka thought felt strangely stuffed, did she realize what she was dressed up like.

“Come on, Princess. It’s about time you rode into town.”

The source of that voice was what shocked Ayaka the most – it was one of the Kamisato clan’s servants! They, among a few others situated in the carriage behind Ayaka, did not find it concerning in the slightest that she was dressed up like this. All they did was smile, wave, and playfully crack the reins–

And she was off. She began to stroll forward, dragging the wagon along behind her with strength that someone of her size was only capable of because of her Vision. The bound mare let out a muffled moan as an unusual heat began to stir inside her loins. Every individual the carriage passed treated her normally as well – with some even stopping them to “pet” the pony in places that only increased her frustrating arousal.

The humiliated heiress had little choice but to trot faster as her embarrassment grew at the sight of familiar faces – even the Guuji Yae simply smiled at the sight of Ayaka in such a predicament and asked if the Kamisato’s pony could be “lent out for a trip”. W-Why was everyone but her okay with this?!

From afar, the esteemed Doctor could not help but feel satisfied, as he looked upon his success.

Of course, hypotheses must be thoroughly tested…

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Another part of the cursed loot series finished. This time Ayaka

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