The long and incomplete life of a cursed pony
At the end his curse is cured
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
The long and incomplete life of a cursed pony
Once inside her wagon, she displayed me in her little bench in front of the vanity mirror, inside her dressing room, as if I was sitting there myself, and she took off her heat and sat down on the floor in front of me.
Now, just because you asked for the details and I know you’re more than a thousand years old, I’m telling you. Now, I don’t know how many ponies do you have writing you letters, but I hope you don’t decide to make a book with them inside my lifetime. Well then, let me clear you first that Miss Trixie didn’t look like the mare of my life the first time I saw her. And you know, when you are a colt, or maybe you in fact don’t know. The point is: with the usual quantity of mares over stallions in Equestria, you have to be very picky with whom you date, or you’ll end with a lot of troubles, and certainly you’ll regret if you end with a mare that chose you, just because you’re the only male around. Well, Miss Trixie should have been very lonely because her idea of teach me a lesson was hold me close and kiss my shaft. She was literally hugging, and caressing with her lips my new bellyside part. Now, I don’t want to presume, but I’m pretty good sized for a stallion, and I think Miss Trixie thought the same thing judging by the sultry look on her face, and the way she was clinging into me.
“Trixie knows you like this” She said “You’re made now of a magical kind of rubber, if you didn’t like it, you would be a plain block of plastic, but Trixie should have known that Trixie must have seemed strikingly gorgeous to you from the beginning”. Or something like that, I wasn’t really listening, not that I wasn’t trying, I probably would have to marry that mare after that. An enticing idea after all, she was pretty, her lips were soft, and her kisses were tender and moist, warmed even more by her breath around.
She started then to deliver soft and long licks while caressing my sides gently with her hooves, I had thought she was somehow… a little less caring, that she was going to be a little more rough with me in my state, but she was actually thoughtful and tender, she kept pecking and caressing, working her way up to the point, where she started to lick some drops of pre-cum accumulating there. “You are undoubtedly full rubber now” she said still bragging about her well-crafted curse, “but you can still throbbing and even produce fluids” she said exalting herself. “It should even have the very same texture than a real thing, even its warmth and smell. Trixie made a great enchantment for herself, you should be grateful to her“. Obviously she was taking the full credit for herself, unknowing completely its original form, and by the way she was exploring it, I could say she was naive enough to make any comparison during her own praising sermon which continued like that.
In my new condition I was strengthless to move even a single hair from her, but I could still feel her soft mane and the warmth of her coat with my gastly body, that’s why the frustration I was feeling by being unable to pull her head down was undescriptible, even with my hooves on her head, I couldn’t just shut her up pushing my teased section in her nuzzle; That was alone torture enough if she wanted to punish me.
That one has been the most exasperate moment in my life, by then I had made up my mind about marry her, and I knew from that moment that I was going to make her pay somehow during our marriage, but back then I had to take consolation with the breath of her voice; slow, warm and humid, that was the best I was going to have, meanwhile she was talking and talking, occasionally quivering her tongue right on my urethra, and I still mad to her by the bad experience. She was testing the results of her new spell, or something like that she said, but I think she was just enjoying the flavor of the pre-cum and she was trying to keep me there with a bad tongue job. I don’t really blame her, I can say it was all because she was inexperienced; with a good thrust and the proper instruction it could have been a memorable moment, and for the good reasons nonetheless, but she was right in something she said during her show, I was going to never forget her, but I still mad to her.
As I said before, I think Miss Trixie was actually kind of alone, because when she finished her hour and half monologue about herself, which was actually more exasperating thanks to my own curse; She looked at me, and I mean my elongated pre-cumming shaft when I say “me”, in a lovely, yet grateful way, as if being heard was pleasing enough for her; I of course didn’t hear a thing, I was just trying to get a good shoot of cum in her face, if it even flowed. But then she held me again in a hug and started to suck off my urethra, her movements were fast, and the feeling was overwhelming. I can swear I felt all my stress leaving, and she felt it too. A moment later my stallionhood was pulsating between her hug and she was nuzzling it, but the quantity of cum I expelled was however, too little, or drank too fast by her, directly from the source, the true is that I couldn’t feel anything besides her own suction and caresses on me, and even if it was somehow satisfactory, didn’t placate the raging horner I was showing.
Or maybe it was just because I was all made up of rubber, I didn’t know. When Trixie lifted me up with her magic, I didn’t care anymore. We all know that a magic job needs to be made for an expert to be pleasurable to the receiver; it’s not just like sucking off a horn. But back then with a weightless body, it was like the best magic job you could receive ever, it was tingly and hot, she had hold me before but not in that state of sensibility, and it felt great in any direction I was moved, but soon I noticed the intention of Trixie, and this wasn’t just taste liquid gum from the beginning.
She took off her cape, in a movement that was incredibly sexy for me in that moment, with her hooves she thrown it away, while holding a poker face, but even that was very exciting for me in that moment; her nose poking up in the air with her eyes shut down, as if this wasn't exciting for her too. The pale blue streaks of her mane touching the floor when she was lowering her front legs, and stretching up her hindquarters to lift her rump in the air, she placed me exactly amid her loins, lifting her tail to leave it fall down to the other side, protecting nothing from the view of an equine in the position she was retaining me, every part of her marehood exposed to me, I couldn't avoid feel honored in front the sight, her lower lips dripping moist, slightly swollen, marking clearly her pink slit among her blue coat.
She was careful pointing me just at the point where I could better enter her body. The preparations weren’t fast, or at least they seemed to take a long time, in which she was prodding my point just between her folds, her breath became deep slow sighs, releasing sporadic low murmurs; something about somepony named Trixie that ended sounding as a lie, I couldn’t have heard even if I had tried, her body was telling me everything I needed to know, besides I wasn’t really controlling anything, I was just playing her game, holding her flanks with my ethereal hooves, and she seemed to really need bad a smack for being a liar pony, but she didn’t feel anything, I kept trying for a while but it was useless, besides she was too engrossed in her rubbing task, preparing herself for the heat and the pressure of a penetration. I would have slipped in already myself, but she had a slow and gradual method, which was very pleasant once she had introduced enough of me in herself, to feel her suction and the increasing dampness of her convulsing flesh walls.
I was totally to her disposal, I would have embraced her from her back but she was doing such long strokes back there, so I wasn’t able to hug her as I wanted, instead I picked up the trick. and started to move over my hooves on her, mimicking the movement of pull and push her even if she was steady in the floor. I was totally in another dimension; I could literally hold me up in the air by the sheer force of our coition, and even watch her from any angle that my own coat had prevented me before. It was very confusing, just the feeling of my own body could tell me where my hooves or my head were, and somehow, it was like if I was made up of air, so I could stretch to angles that my bones hadn’t allowed before, so I could watch her, from impossible angles to me before.
I was irremediably connected to my tangible piece of body, but I could also change my position around it, I could in fact hug Miss Trixie if I had wanted to, but instead I tried to watch her, face to face.
I passed through the floor, or maybe just above of it, unanimated objects didn’t have the same feeling that a living thing to me, under such ailment. Learning the trick I wasn’t affected by the movement of my attached body, discomfort for the weird angle, and neither suffered from sensation’s loss inside her. She was gaping in heavy breath, and moaning loudly whenever she wanted. I had to say that I loved her warm breath on my face, the same warmness that was my only comfort during her smug and megalomaniac one-way dialog not long ago. Salty drops of sweat leaked from her face, I could taste them but they didn’t go away, and that was rather disappointing, I was expecting to be a little more stimulating to no avail, so I tried to focus in my only substantial part, and as if she were aware of my intentions, she started to rush her cadency, My stallionhood started to reach the full way inside her, I could feel the light pecks of her cervix around the point of my bulging rod, and her internal pulling force much more intensified, her pace had hastened too, and she truly moaning from the deep of her heart. Feeling me at the brim of delight I had strengthened all I could for the final strokes, when I suddenly feel a flood coming from her insides: that hot and melting sensation was forcing out some love fluids that made me regret not to have a coat to stain within, as a show of gratitude for as magnificent show I flooded back her insides into the other direction, and she seemed to milk me away gladly, as her tongue hung out. Every spurt I forced into her was absorbed between shiver back from her, to never come back, I thought, but I proved me wrong when my appreciation started to track back its way, sliding between us, proving our complicity and joy.
I was trying to give something good from deep inside of me, metaphorically, and I guess she felt it somehow, even if I was unable to touch her with any other part of my body. Then she pulled me out, and rolled backside down on the floor, she held me with her front hooves, and started to lick me clean. “Don’t worry, all this fluid is an imitation. The generous, and strikingly gorgeous Trixie, never would risk herself to be impregnated by a random commoner” she said, being rather grateful and conceited, but her cleaning job was a lot better than her kissing/speech from before, and when she finished with the outside, started to drink from my point, like through a straw or sucking, but always just the lips, never actually getting me into her mouth, when an outbreak of cum crashed inside her lips, some was sprayed into her face and hair, and she even blushed in that moment “Trixie wasn’t expecting an encore” she said smiling and getting up from the floor. “Trixie hopes that this helps to keep the natural shining of her mane” were her last word before crawling up to her bed.
I’m not pretty sure what happened next, maybe it was something about the course, or maybe I just fall asleep. In any case next thing I knew was she, lifting me from the floor, and yes, I was a plain block of rubber of an unnatural color, for me at least, and she placed me inside a rectangular, and I have to say, long wooded box. Some books were scattered around and she seemed to have a worried look in her face. Something told me she didn’t have a slightly idea of how reverse her own curse.
To Be Continued (in the next chapter)
A.N.
1.-I took the idea from It Doesn't Count by TAW , if you wanna read some good clopfics, go there.
2.-why the hell was this approves so fast, and by knighty himself, and it has now so many views? I can’t explain it, seriously guys, you start to scare me.
3.-I’m starting to feel that something bad is going to happen, if I keep writing this clopfic.
4.-I don’t really like Trixie, so I read some clopfics about her, the more I read the more I hate her, now I need brain bleacher, and keep on with my original idea.
5.-horse sex is complicated, like play tetris with a set of pieces that you don’t know.
6.-seriously guys, I’m making an effort here to try to describe the clop scene, to say: Trixie did it all night long, isn’t enough?
7.-I really hope that this in fact, improves anything in my writing skills, or I’ll end crazy thinking I have hooves.
8.- if you can find any irregularities, plz let me know, im not natural english talker.
9.-Next chapter will have Fleur de Lis as special guest character.
10.- I’m trying to create chapter where I can say something new from each character, reveal some secrets, some really too amazing, that’s why the alternative universe tag is there, Trixie wasn’t very juice, but I said she’s cursed to speak in third person about herself, and that will do for now, what I have to say about Fleur is a little more funny, and she’s not cheating her husband, that’s too easy.
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