Rosalina's cheeks blushed a bright red. After a misspoken spell, the princess had suddenly found herself as nothing more than a fake horse for a fair ride. Even worse, she didn't even have the dignity of having her now giant booty and breasts covered by anything.
She hoped in vain that this spell would end at some point. As the day came to an end. The dozens of times she was forced to spin around left her feeling an awful motion sickness. Despite being inanimate now, she still felt the weight of her engorged breasts underneath her, leaving them agonizingly sore.
The princess wept silently to herself as the fair closed, and she was stuck in the cold darkness of night. Her only accompaniment the unmoving horses around her.