The long and incomplete life of a cursed pony

This is the story of my cursed life, let me start off by saying I’ve been wanting to write about it for a long time; I always said, It will be the first thing I do as soon as the curse is lifted. And I've said it so many times before, I was actually starting to worry about being stuck in that curse forever.

Let me start at the beginning of it all. My name or who pony I was isn’t so important anymore, let me just start by recalling this young mare with gipsy inclinations, she was surprisingly young for what she was doing, a vagrant filly actually traveling around the world to show off about how great and powerful she was, and I have to say, I saw some raw talent inside her while she was performing back in my little, and almost unknown town. It feels like it was so long ago now

She seemed to be a little presumptuous, but I was thinking about talk with her after her presentation, and maybe show her one or two tricks that could help her with her magic consumption, but when some of the other ponies from my town tried to convince me to go up and participate in the show, I declined thinking that maybe she wouldn’t receive me if I outshone her in her own traveling show.

I didn’t catch her name at the time, maybe she didn’t use it a lot back then, frightened of being surpassed by a real magician I guess. I’m fairly certain that most towns have at least one good magician, no matter how far from Canterlot or small the village is, but when I refused to go on stage, she filled her mouth calling me coward and such. Being a stallion of little words I didn’t argue with her a lot, and said to my friends that I would talk with her in private after the show. It was more like a: “Close my doors and water my pots, I’ll be out late.”

And looking back at it, that was probably part of the problem to begin with. But I’m fine now and things from back then don’t matter a lot anymore.

That night after the show I knocked her door; she said something from the inside about an autograph that I didn’t understand very well, so I knocked on the door of her caravan again, and well… It was a long time ago, or at least I have passed through a lot, really. But in short she showed, up her incredulous face from the inside, opening only the upper door of her caravan, and I have to admit, it was a cute face, it made it harder for me to be angry with her at all, she had violet eyes, an azure coat, and a very pale blue mane and tail with silver streaks.

I should said “she has”, For a time I thought she had been eaten by an ursa major, later I found out it was only an ursa minor, and she wasn’t eaten at all, but let me continue with my story.

Now, where was I? Oh, yes, well: I introduced myself to her, and judging by her expression I guess it didn’t ring any bells. I couldn’t blame her, I wasn’t very famous, or old enough to have a name of my own outside my town, and she was a young foreigner. That in fact was part of her show’s attractiveness, now that I think about it, maybe I was just trying to impress her. The point is that I offered to help her, teach her some things, and she didn’t gave credit to what her own hears were listening, and dared me to a competition right there and then.

Well, it was late, and with nopony around anymore, it was a private thing, so I didn’t think it was going to be anything serious, and since I’m... sort of talented with curses, well, I placed a curse on her so she can only speak about herself in third pony. It’s a funny curse as far as curses a pony can place, and that’s when I caught her real name, it was Trixie. Her parents could have been actually gypsies because that’s a weird name for a filly, it’s more like a pet name if you ask me. And her show signs actually showed a differnet name; Silver Moon or something like that, I don’t remember very well but it was an elegant name like that, sounded like royalty actually, but obviously a fake artistic title since the curse just works with your real name.

When I noticed this she blushed a bit, I told her that she had nothing to be ashamed, a name like Trixie actually sounds more artistic, nopony could make fun of it, if she, as a proper show mare, could make her own trademark out of it.

I’m not too sure she was even listening, or if she'd thrown some potion at me, but when I gave her my backside, trying to convince her how good her real name could look on a big sign, she placed a curse on me! Can you believe it! Just in the middle of a speech, and even worse; before I could take my curse out of her.

Well, that probably wasn’t the worst part, I was just being thoughtful with her back then, and I had, let’s front it, some experience with curses already, so my first reaction wasn’t to worry about myself, not with her… and that was my mistake.

Now, everypony knows that a curse can only be removed by the pony that put it on you; or using alot more magical energy and complicated means needed to lift it, in the first instance. Luckily she didn’t have a lot of control over her magic back then or... well, maybe even if; I had been able to break free. All I can assume is that she learned most of her tricks, or at least that one, from cheap books not meant for beginners, or even little foals at all, because I ended up transformed into a dildo, yeah, a dildo, and no, it wasn’t a:

Yeah!

It’s not fun to lack of a body, my hooves and coat didn’t take the shape into it, it was just my natural part existing by its own as a piece of rubber now, I was still connected to it somehow in a ghostly way, but hardly controlling anything of it at all, and for all I know not even Trixie could hear, or see the rest out of me.

So I was there, laying on the cold nightly floor, without any way to move, with half of a ghostly body inside the ground, shouting and waving my hooves for help. I have to admit, I was really scared back then after found out, I couldn’t see anypony in the road but her. She sighted to the right, and to the left, every time lifting the corresponding brow above her eyes, the streets were empty and no sound from anypony nearby, Normal ponies should probably be alseep at that time, and that was probably what made her grin.

She trotted close to what was left of me, and lifted my stallionhood from the ground using her right fore hoof, and it was soft and warm, my weightless body followed without problem, and I was surprised of the fact she used her own hoof, and not her magic, to lift me up. She held me close to her smirking face, gazing to her own cursed work half closing her eyes, and I was shocked by her warm breath petting over my length. Then I realized that my only substantial part, had been held in a horner state, even after the initial fright it was sprouting out as in my best day, and I have to admit, I was kind of proud she was looking at that, and not how it looks in a cold day; it was a little shameful too.

I was trying to communicate with her, shouting and tossing my hooves, but not even I could see them, everything was so weird at the beginning, even the position of my body was confusing, I could only tell by my pretended movements, and my inner feeling of them, I was weightless and gaseous. That filly, Trixie, didn’t seem to react anyhow to me either, and then I noticed her licking her own upper lip. She was bringing me slowly closer to her mouth before watch out again suspiciously to the left and right. Then she lifted me with magic, and walked away from the place.

“Don’t worry, Trixie will return you to your prior state. But Trixie first is going to show you a lesson” She said.

Now… I’m not sure if it was because I was fluttering on her magic, but I liked what I was hearing.

Special thanks to Limelight01 who helped me to edit this chapter