You look into the mirror before you at the horseshoe shape on your neck one last time, before you shake away your fearful thoughts.

Surely, such a powerful and tragic curse couldn't be obtained just by inhaling spores from a plant, right? Besides, it's been years since the event. You don't know much about magic, but it would make sense that it might weaken over time. Wasn't mind-altering magic forbidden in Equestria anyway?

Shrugging your shoulders, you walk away from the mirror and cover the marking with one of your trusty scarves. It's not like you planned on taking a roll in the hay with some stallion anytime soon anyway. The matter can wait.

You walk out and into the morning sun, ready for a long day ahead of you.

It's not like something horrible is suddenly going to happen after five years of nothing, right?

"Quick, Mahogany! I'm open!" comes your teammate's cry. Reacting with immediate trust, you kick the ball at your hooves towards her, and watch as she gives it a powerful hit from her right hoof...

And just before the buzzer sounds, the ball soars into the goal, right past the goalie! The crowd cheers, and you find yourself crying out in joy, glad your team managed to make the winning goal.

Running to form a huge group hug with your teammates, you all gather for a huge group hug. You all smile and laugh, proud of your accomplishment.

All the ponies around you are familiar faces, and you feel giddy just looking at them. You see Pastel across from you, in her new set of 'fashionable sports gear,' giggling in a quite unladylike manner you've only seen from her a few times. By your sides, are your old soccer buddies from high school. You can make out Country Kicks, Goldie Marker, Evergreen, and...

Your eyes fall on a strange stallion that was part of the group. You didn't recognize him, or remember ever playing soccer with him...

You shrug it off though. The much more important fact was that you just won the game, and you close your eyes and holler for all the world to hear.

Soon enough though, the moment has to end, and you all separate, trotting to the sidelines for celebratory energy drinks before showering.

As you walk over, you feel somepony bump into you. You look to your side to see the stallion from before looking back.

"Some game, huh babe?" He says with a grin.

You smile back. "Yup. One of closest ones so far, but nobody's been able to match us yet!"

His smile widens further. "Well, seeing you kick that ball around's gotten me real excited for what's next..."

You raise an eyebrow at his response. "Huh?"

He only looks back with the same, hungry-looking grin. "You know what I mean. It's time for a little 'celebration'. Now bend over..."

Your mind instantly panics. Here, in the middle of a stadium? He wants to... do that? You ready yourself to protest, and maybe smack him across the face for even suggesting such.

...But strangely, you find yourself unable to. Your mind reels, and you feel your legs moving of their own accord. You find yourself turning around, bending forward, dropping your shorts and raising your tail...

Almost instantly, you feel his hands on your back, his powerful body over yours, and you feel a strange heat rising from your loins.

The heat only intensifies as you feel a hot, throbbing length slide against your nethers, and the stallion above you lets out a moan of pleasure. You feel his teeth lovingly bite into your amber mane, pulling your head back as he grinds his hips against you.

You try to move your legs, to get out of this. This isn't what you want! You barely know this stallion, and he's treating you like a slave! And worst of all, you can't make a move to stop him. You shake your head back and forth in inner turmoil.

As you feel the head of his phallus line up, ready to penetrate you, the last thing you see is the horrifying sight of the mark on your neck.

Right in the middle of the horseshoe, matching perfectly to his now-exposed flank, is the cutie mark of the stallion above you.

Gasping, you wake up.

Goodness, what a horrible dream!

You lie in bed for a few moments, just glad that the terror was gone. None of it was real. You aren't the slave of some stallion you don't know. You aren't getting raped.

Rolling over in bed, you take a quick look at your neck in the mirror across from you, but the horseshoe marking is as plain as ever. You check over your body, just to be sure, but you don't feel any stranger than you usually do.

However, when you search between you legs, you can feel moisture coming from your folds. As strange and terrible the dream was, it still turned you on in a very slight manner.

As relieved as you are that everything was just a dream, you still find yourself stricken. Is this what was destined to happen to you, if you ever got taken advantage of by a stallion? Why would you have such an awkward dream tonight, of all nights?

You shake your head. No. The curse isn't real. Magic shmagic. Nopony will ever make you into a bumbling, whorish slave! At least, you hope not...

Like it or not, the dream makes you consider the curse a little more seriously now. Perhaps you really should get help now. You ponder your options.

Reconsider asking Princess Twilight for help

Ignore it. It's just a dream

Strange... I don't think all this liquid from my crotch is mine...

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Author's Note

Written by Belgerum
Edited slightly by me