A Little Give and a Little Take
“Honey,” Twilight Velvet began, appearing from behind and resting her chest on the back of the sofa, “do you think those sex-swap potions really work?”
Night Light languidly looked up at her and shrugged, before turning back to his book. “Yeah - I mean, they seem to be quite popular. A few of the guys at work have mentioned wanting to try them.”
He barely noticed his wife depart, nor did he hear the distant sound of her keys jingling, before she was gone. He hadn’t thought much of it, since she was prone to impulsive flights of fancy, yet he soon found himself in an interesting situation. Mid-climax of his novel, with a pair of phials levitating before herself, his spouse nonchalantly appeared beside the sofa.
“Wait,” he groused, pushing himself up, “did you actually go out and buy the stupid thing?”
“Shush,” she protested, thrusting a small bottle into his hoof. “You were busy.”
Squinting down at the elixir, Night scrunched his snout. “You know, we could have talked about this beforehand.” Peering up at her, seeing the mare hastily down the contents, he sighed. There really was no stopping helping her…
“It’s fine,” Velvet chuckled. Stepping over and seating herself beside him, she gently guided the potion towards his lips. “Bottoms up.”
Rolling his eyes, Night acquiesced and drank down the concoction. Swallowing down the two mouthfuls of tonic, he wiped his lips and discarded the bottle. Outside of hearing a few second-hand accounts about the stuff, he knew perilously little about it; how quickly it would take effect, how long the potion would last, and what it was made of was a mystery - still, he trusted his wife and figured it couldn’t hurt trying it.
“You feeling anything?” Velvet inquired, peeking over at him.
“Outside of - Oh fuck,” Night yelped, as a pervasive heat surged through him.
Whatever was in the concoction definitely packed a punch. Wincing, screwing his eyes closed, his chest tingled and his loins went ablaze. The sensation didn’t hurt, per se, although he certainly hadn’t expected it to hit him out of the blue! On instinct, his hooves flew to his grumbling abdomen.
“Feeling something?” Velvet snickered.
“M...maybe?” Night groused, angrily leering over at her. Unsurprisingly, the elixir hadn’t spared his lover in the slightest.
Reclined beside him, obscenely gyrating her hips, a hardening dong flopped about on Velvet’s groin. Night laughed as he watched his wife entertain herself with her new found member. She still had her bosoms, so she was still very much a mare, although she was suddenly packing more heat than most stallions. It was an interesting development, one which left him curious about how the potion would affect him.
He swallowed hard, as a realization settled upon him. Glancing downward, towards his groin, he reluctantly splayed his legs. As his thighs parted, a silly little smile split his muzzle. Gone was his stallionhood, replaced by the succulent and supple mound of an exquisitely plump pussy. The elixir clearly affected males and females differently.
“This is just too good,” Velvet giggled, apparently pleased with his new equipment. Unseating herself and standing stepping before the couch, she experimentally humped the air. Thrusting at nothing, her semi-flaccid length flopped about beneath her. “How do I get it to do the spinney thing?” she groaned, knitting her brow in frustration.
“Looks like you’re having fun. You gotta - uh…” Night trailed off, as his hooves wandered to his crotch. Seeing his paramour amateurishly flop her cock around was entertaining and all, although his curiosity about his own newfound anatomy quickly took precedence.
Allowing his wife to entertain herself, he gently caressed his sex. As his hoof caressed his meaty lower lips, a bolt of pleasure surged through him. Intrigued and more than a little inspired, he carefully pressed and massaged the delicate bud of flesh above his entrance; finding the clit was much easier than doing so on another, when the pleasurable button sent waves of bliss through him.
Slinking lower, captivated by what wonders his depths may hold, he cautiously kneaded at his entrance. While not unpleasant, it wasn’t nearly as gratifying as playing with his clit. To say it was a sobering moment would be an understatement. For years, he’d always been told that the key to pleasuring a mare was finding and sensually harassing the elusive little spot, yet it was only when he’d had one himself that he truly understood the maxim.
“That’s way hotter than it should be…” a low voice purred, causing him to look upward. Velvet stood only a foot or two away, magically stroking herself at the spectacle he’d inadvertently presented. “Never thought I’d get to see my husband getting off like that.”
“Says the wife who’s getting off to it,” Night countered, his motions only dulling slightly.
“Try tweaking a nipple while you’re getting off, that’s always fun,” Velvet offered, pointing at one of her husband’s belly. Hopping back into her seat, beside her lover, she continued to crank his length.
Taking the suggestion to heart, Night twisted and pinched one extraordinarily sensitive nipple. Huffing, withdrawing his hoof to focus on his clit, he shamelessly played with his marehood. Stealing the occasional peek at Velvet, watching her pump her shaft, the growing fires of his lust burned bright. While he’d had no earthly idea that the day would take such an interesting turn, he wasn’t about to complain.
“You should try humping...buck into your hoof,” he murmured, finding himself increasingly transfixed by the sight of his wife.
“How about you come over here and show me how it’s done,” Velvet cooed. As he begrudgingly abandoned his snatch and reached for her crotch, she gently grabbed his wrist. “Without using your hooves or magic…”
Night smirked and rolled his eyes. The statement left him with little room for doubt - his betrothed wanted some other sort of servicing. He wasn’t opposed to trying something new and a bit more adventurous, which gave him an idea; with their roles reversed, it wouldn’t be out of turn to open things up with a bit of proper foreplay. Heaving himself from the sofa, he trotted over and moved between his lover’s hind legs.
Leaning in, bringing his face to Velvet’s loins, the aroma was the first thing to strike him. Earthy and inviting, his keen sense of smell drew him in towards the siren’s call of her stallionhood - that was, until Velvet intervened. Grabbing the base of her tool, she wetly slapped the girthy log against his face.
“Want it that bad, huh?” she giggled.
Leering up at his wife with a wry smile, Night got into position. Resting in a deep squat, with his legs widely spread, he dragged her tongue up Velvet’s shaft. Though he’d never actually sucked a cock, he’d been treated to enough oral to have a vague grasp of how it was done. As his lips parted, reaching the blunted tip of his lover’s dick, he went in.
“Oh Geez,” Velvet groaned. Reaching down, lovingly caressing the stallion’s head, she stared down her chest and enjoyed the show.
The feeling of getting a blowjob was amazing, far better than she could have imagined. It was almost like having an oversized clit, although the tip was by far the most sensitive bit. Gently humping her hips, allowing her instincts to take control, she stared into her hubby’s eyes.
It was a new experience for them both, in more ways than one. The brash decision to swap naughty bits, if only temporary, had opened a number of doors for the couple that they were more than happy to explore. Enjoying themselves, each in their own unique way, the oral grew increasingly heated.
Bit by bit, Night worked the fleshy pillar into his muzzle. Despite having never tried to suck someone off, he knew exactly how a good blowjob was supposed to feel. Working the shaft’s underside with his tongue, applying vacuum on the backstrokes, he did what she could to please her paramour - at least he did, until the glans bumped against the back of his throat.
Caught off guard by the sensation, he stifled a gag - still, he was far from throwing in the towel. Steeling himself, he reached for his groin. If he was going to valiantly try to handle all of Velvet, it wasn’t going to be a one sided affair - as such, he saw no harm in getting off to the endeavor. Drawing a deep breath and relaxing his throat, he went all in.
Barely fighting back a gasp, when her tool plunged into Night’s sublimely snug esophagus, Velvet couldn’t resist a bit of teasing. “I...if I didn’t know better, I’d say you’ve done this a few times,” she sputtered, unable to pass up the chance for a joke.
Undeterred, Night continued. Bobbing his head, withdrawing for the occasional bit of fresh air, he slowly acclimated to the sensation of having a cock plunge into his gullet. Toying with his clit definitely helped him relax and, admittedly, spurred him onward. He’d always wondered why mares got themselves off while fellating someone, so the revelation was eye opening.
The sight of watching her husband blow her was the perfect accoutrement for the blissful sensations accosting Velvet. Having always wondered what it would be like from the receiver’s perspective, she found himself captivated by the show. Slowly, as seconds dragged into minutes, she found himself being pushed to her limit.
Reaching down and gently grabbing Night’s ears, she squeezed her thighs around his face. “I...I’m getting close…”
The admission left Night at an impasse - one he hadn’t given much prior thought. He could easily allow Velvet to blow a load down his throat, although the thought of getting a facial was a damn compelling one. Choosing the latter option, he retracted her head and grasped his lover’s throbbing shaft. He’d always had a fondness for painting his wife’s face, having done so on numerous occasions, so he thought it only fitting to return the favor.
Offering a parting kiss, while fervently jacking off his mate, he withdrew. “Gimme that money shot,” he moaned whorishly, winking up at her.
The demand had an immediate and profound effect, as rope after rope of warm spunk spackled his face. Whatever Velvet had been about to say was lost, replaced by throaty grunts through gritted teeth. Being marked, covered in seed, was a bit jarring, although he found it deeply gratifying to know he’d brought her partner to finish.
Unable to help himself, she caught the final few spurts in his maw. The taste was strange, salty and somewhat bitter, yet far from unpalatable. Swallowing it down, making sure he held Velvet’s attention, he hungrily licked her chops - after all, there was no point in giving a lackluster show.
“Sweet Celestia, that is way hotter than it should be,” Velvet wheezed, lethargically peering down at the strudeled stallion. “Come here.”
Leaning forward and grabbing his shoulders, she guided her husband up and onto her lap. Licking his face clean, ensuring the jizz didn’t have time to dry and mat his fur, she snickered at the absurdity of it all. Night quickly followed suit, his chuckle blossoming into a hearty laugh. Contently wiggling about and affectionately pawing at one another, their eyes met.
“You’re not gonna get off?” Velvet asked, glancing at her lover’s slickened crotch.
“And rob you of the opportunity to do it for me? Nah, I’d rather wait,” Night hummed, resting his head on the mare’s shoulder. “If you’re up to it, I wouldn’t mind letting you…” he trailed off, eyeing her slick and flaccid member. Given how many times they’d done it, he wouldn’t be opposed to being on the receiving end of a rutting.
“Oh I definitely will, just give me a breather first,” Velvet remarked, wrapping a foreleg around him. Though they had no way of knowing it, both ponies knew they’d be making use of the peculiar potion again in the future…
