Role Reversal

by Some Leech

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Original Character, Porn, Fetish, Random
Length: 3137

Eclipse and Spiral are as happy as any couple, even if they do try some questionable experiments in the bedroom from time to time...

Spiral adores her husband, she always has and likely always will, but she's not above pushing his limits from time to time. After a bit of research, going so far as to buy a few key items for herself, she convinces her hubby to try something a bit different in the bedroom...

Kinks Include: Kinky Married Stuff, Hypnosis, Crossdressing, Pegging, and a Loving Couple

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Published 2023-01-25 22:10:07 UTC
Last updated 2023-01-25 22:10:07 UTC

Shoe on The Other Hoof

Eclipse rolled his eyes and scrunched his snout, standing in his bedroom while trying not to offend his adorable, loving wife. “Really…?”

Nodding enthusiastically, Spiral sent power surging into her horn and levitated a pocket watch from the nightstand. “Yes really ~ why? Are you scared?”

“Everypony knows this stuff doesn’t work,” he huffed.

He loved his wife, he really did, but she certainly got strange ideas from time to time. Staring at the little clock dangling from the golden chain, he was left to wonder two things: how in the world did hypnosis pique her interest and how much she’d spent on what was more than likely the scam watch. His eyes wandered from the timepiece over to her beaming face, hearing her petulantly stomp a hoof.

“It does too work,” she insisted, knitting her brow. “I’ve been practicing on the cat all week!”

“You’ve hypnotized Mr. Jingles…?” he let the question hang, glancing over at the softly snoozing feline.

“Mmmhmm,” she proudly hummed.

Walking over and petting their cat, he chuckled to himself. “Oh he’s definitely in a trance right now!”

Spiral pursed her lips and held firm, keeping the watch suspended. “If you don’t believe me, what do you have to worry about?”

“Tell you what ~” he sighed, turning and walking over to his wife, “if this doesn’t work, you give me a massage and make my favorite lasagna this weekend.”

There was no way in Tartarus her little scheme was going to do anything, he was certain of that. The only way anypony could mess with somepony’s head was by using powerful, forbidden spells - spells that his goofy little missus couldn’t possibly know about. He proudly smiled and extended a forehoof, waiting and letting her know that he was serious about his wager.

Glancing down at the proffered hoof, she smirked. “And if I win?”

“I dunno ~ I guess I could take us out to that Saddle Arabian restaurant you like so much,” he replied.

“Deal,” she bleated, grabbing his forehoof and giving it a brisk shake. With the deal sealed, she stepped back and brought the dangling timepiece before his face. “Now take long, steady breaths, focus on the watch, and listen to my voice.”

He did his best to keep a straight face, though that was significantly harder than it should have been. Honestly, hypnosis was just some silly pseudo science that was used to scam hard-working ponies out of their time and money! Watching the timepiece swing back and forth, already looking forward to a home cooked meal and a nice rubdown, he listened to his wife’s lilting words.

“That’s right,” she began, ensuring he was following the watch with his eyes, “just follow along and relax. You can feel all the tension slowly bleeding away, your eyelids are getting heavy, and you don’t have to think about anything but listening to me…”

Shifting ever so slightly, he listened to her prattle on about relaxing and how he only needed to focus on her. It was sort of soothing, he guessed, hearing her talk and seeing the little clock swinging back and forth - back and forth. He blinked and straightened up, feeling himself starting to lose balance, but managed to keep himself standing. After a long day of work, it wasn’t his fault for being tuckered out…

Seeing his cat-like pupils dilate, she bit back a smile. “On the count of one, you’ll fall into a deep, soothing trance. Ten…nine…eight…seven…”

As she counted down, he felt the strength steadily drain from his limbs. His breathing slowed, his shoulders went slack, and the wings upon his back slumped to his sides and brushed against the carpet, yet his eyes ceaselessly followed the tiny pendulum. He almost thought he was going to collapse when she finally finished counting down, though that was far from the case.

“How do you feel, honey?” she softly asked, hovering the timepiece over to the nightstand.

“I feel fantastic,” he dully responded, unmoving.

Having swiftly waved a hoof in front of his face, seeing his lack of reaction, she nearly squealed in delight. She couldn’t be completely certain, but it sure as heck looked like her plan had worked - that said, she still had to test it. Leaving him where he stood, she rushed over to the dresser, opened the top drawer and reached inside. Eclipse was an absolutely enchanting stallion, but sometimes it took a little bit of convincing to have him try new things.

Retrieving a small, gift-wrapped bag, she pranced back to him and offered the parcel. “You remember how I’ve been wanting to experiment ~ right?”

Slowly nodding, he dreamily smiled over at her as he took the package. “Of course, dear.”

“And you remember how you were too shy to do it?” she pressed, trotting to and climbing onto the bed.

“I do,” he murmured, turning and watching her crawl onto the mattress.

“How about you try those on for me. Don’t worry about them fitting, I made sure they’re exactly your size,” she tittered, unable to contain herself.

Dipping his head and opening the bag, Eclipse was greeted by the sight of white lace and satin. He did recall her expressing an interest in having him get prettied up, but he’d shot her down on the matter - not because he didn’t want to make her happy, but because he was too embarrassed to admit he might like the scandalous appearance. While there wasn’t much he wouldn’t do for her, getting gussied up in lingerie was a line he wasn’t willing to cross - that was until that moment.

He steadily withdrew and donned a quartet of leggings, a garter belt, a frilly choker, and even a pair of panties, until spotted the makeup resting at the bottom of the bag. He’d be lying if he said the garments didn’t feel fantastic, titillating and deliciously naughty, and he no longer felt the slightest bit of embarrassment from wearing something so taboo. Holding lipstick, blush, and eyeliner in one wing, he crossed to her vanity to finish his task.

Spiral had seen some wild stuff in her day, but she couldn’t think of anything quite as arousing as the sight of her husband gussying himself up. The way the white fabric clashed with his cobalt coat and golden eyes, and how his equipment bulged his panties, made her marehood ache in anticipation. She’d never been able to explain why stallions in drag got her fired up, but be darned if she didn’t get very wet very quickly.

After meticulously applying the makeup, he steadily wheeled around to face her. “How’s this look, dear?”

“Good -” she murmured, her forehoof already drifting to her loins, “really, really good. Can you do a few sexy poses for me?”

Without the slightest bit of hesitation, he turned, threw his head back, and veiled his muzzle with a leathery wing. “Like this?”

All she could do was gnaw her lip and rub her marehood, watching him shamelessly flaunt his new look. Sweet, merciful Celestia - she’d hoped he’d look good in the undergarments, but she’d underestimated how drop-dead gorgeous he was. Somehow, as inexplicable as it was, his masculine, stallionly build made the marish attire look even better on him! With nectar leaking from her winking snatch, she beckoned him with a foreleg.

“I’m so proud of you, honey,” she purred, extending her hind legs toward him. “Come over here and give yourself a little reward…”

She wasn’t the only one in the house with atypical kinks. Less than a month after she’d started dating Eclipse, he’d confessed to having an interest in her hooves. The revelation hadn’t bothered her in the slightest, especially since she had questionable fetishes of her own, so she’d regularly indulge him - a fact that had spurred this particular juncture. The way she saw it, it was only fair that he returned the favor for all the times she’d let him have his fun, although she’d had to resort to somewhat unconventional means to get it.

As he trotted to the bed, she continued rubbing herself. One of the most fascinating things about hypnosis was that, contrary to popular belief, it couldn’t be used to implant unwanted thoughts. Attempting to mesmerize and coerce somepony into doing something they truly didn’t want to do wouldn’t work, which made her success all the sweeter. It wasn’t that he hadn’t wanted to dress up for her - it was that he’d been too reluctant to do so.

“Who’s my good little mare?” she mused, pressing her frogs to either side of his snout.

He swallowed hard, sensing his stallionhood struggling against its silky confines. “I…I’m a good mare.”

“And such a pretty mare too,” she continued, slipping a back hoof to the front of his muzzle.

He wasted no time in kissing and drawing his tongue up her frog, his eyes rolling back. Getting able to play with her hooves was a treat enough, but he couldn’t deny that her flattery was electrifying. Inching closer, slipping his body onto the foot of the mattress, he shifted to his side and reached for his groin.

The panties about his waist simply weren’t designed to restrain a stallion of his caliber. His hardening cock tented the delicate fabric and shoved it aside, slipping free to press against his underbelly. It was rare enough to wear much of anything, so the sheer undergarment stood no chance at concealing his arousal. With his length sandwiched between himself and the bed, he shifted to his side and reached for his groin - that was until the sound of a clearing throat stopped him.

“Ah ah ah ~” Spiral tutted, waving a forehoof at him, “good little mares don’t touch themselves.” Rolling over and standing up, she spun around and softly caressed her husband’s cheek. “Could it be somepony’s in heat?”

Unsure of how to react or what to say, he blushed. It wasn’t that he minded being dressed up like a mare - heck, he actually liked it, but that didn’t change the fact that he was actually a stallion. He held his ground when she pressed a forehoof to his head and withdrew with a concerned look on her face. She was definitely up to something, though he couldn’t fathom what it was.

“Well you do seem a bit feverish,” she whispered, the corners of her lips turning up. “Turn around and bend over for me, I need to check something…”

He pushed himself up and slowly turned away, pressing his chest to the bed once he’d gotten into position. It wasn’t that he was practically presenting himself that heightened his embarrassment, it was that his tail treacherously hiked and flicked itself to the side. As she kneaded and gently squeezed his rump, doing nothing to help his painfully turgid endowment, she thoughtfully hummed.

Though he couldn’t see what she was doing, facing the headboard, he felt her hop from the bed and trot across the room. The sound of the dresser opening gave him little comfort, leaving him on edge, but he remained where he was. He was a good, obedient mare, one who would do whatever they were told, and Spiral definitely hadn’t mentioned anything about peeking.

Trying and failing to contain her enthusiasm, Spiral retrieved a special harness, her favorite dildo, and a bottle of lube from her drawer of unmentionables. It was no secret that she had a small number of sex-toys, seeing as how there were nights or even days at a time when her husband wasn’t available to tend to her marish needs, but she’d only ever used them on herself - something that annoyed her ever so slightly. She knew good and gosh darn well that stallions could feel as good as mares when they got fucked, but she didn’t have to worry about - for the time being, she had a cute little mare to help get off.

As she steadily made her way back to the bed, she levitated and secured the harness around her waist. “I hope somepony’s ready for a bit of relief…”

She only appreciated the view of his perfectly presented backside for a few seconds before she hovered the bottle under herself, magically slathered the dildo in lube, and reared onto her hind legs to mount him. The toy she wore wasn’t the biggest of her collection, being modeled after a modest sized stallionhood, so she felt reasonably certain that she’d be able to make things work - still, there was one extra little detail she could employ to make the endeavor all the more pleasurable for the both of them. Calling upon a spell she’d used in the past with him, she sorcerously linked their sensations.

“Just stay relaxed and don’t clench up,” she cooed, nudging the tip of silicone to his winking pucker. “Deep breath…”

The pressure on Eclipse’s entrance gradually mounted, as the dildo pushed against him, until the unthinkable happened. With an all but audible pop, the length slipped into his tush. Anal was one of the few things he’d never tried over the years, being both slightly uncomfortable with the notion and afraid that he may actually like it, so the pleasant, alien sensations radiating from his depths caught him completely off guard. His startled gasp transitioned into a satisfied, throaty groan, while he rested his head against the sheets.

He could feel every contour of the toy slipping into him, from the sculpted veins to the broad crown, and it left him at a loss for words. His wife’s thrilled passion would have been enough to excite him, but he quickly realized why stallions would ever stuff something inside themselves. Without so much as touching his stallionhood, his length throbbed and leaked precum to the blanket beneath him.

“Almost there,” she encouragingly noted, looking back and seeing the medial ring approaching his hole.

His delicate, almost effeminate whimper fanned the flames of her passion, prompting her to enthusiastically hilt the final few inches of toy into his rump. Though she was no stallion herself, she’d played with her ass enough to learn how best to do things. She tenderly stroked his back and offered words of encouragement, ensuring him that she’d do all the work, while she gave him time to adjust.

With their senses linked, she waited until he’d acclimated before withdrawing a portion of the toy, steadying herself, and giving her first real thrust. His whimper and the wave of pleasure that washed over her was all the inspiration she needed to give a second plunge, then a third and a forth, until she was steadily humping away. She honestly couldn’t say what was better, the fact that he was enjoying himself or that she finally had the chance to peg him while he was wearing something so gosh-darn sexy.

Eclipse grunted with her every thrust, his eyelids fluttered, and his heart pounded in his chest. If somepony had told him he was going to get dolled up and plowed by his wife that afternoon, he would have laughed in their face - nevertheless, he wasn’t about to complain about the unexpected twist of fate. Before he even realized what he was doing, he’d braced his hind legs and began rocking back to meet her plunges.

The sensation of being screwed was strange in the best sort of way. His stallionhood tingled, an unfamiliar warmth blossomed within his abdomen, and his thoughts grew clouded. As humiliating as it was, being fucked felt good - no, it felt better than good. He twisted his head and peeked back at his loving wife, finding her smiling broadly down at his face.

“You like it,” she giggled, drawing her tongue over her lips.

He feverishly nodded, moving in tune with her hastening thrusts. “Y…yeah…”

Balancing herself on one forehoof, without breaking her pace, she reared a foreleg back and playfully slapped his behind. “Who’s my pretty little butt-slut.”

The tinge of pain mingled with his bliss, nearly driving him mad with lust. “I…I’m your pretty little butt-slut!”

Somehow, in spite of the bawdy circumstances, actually confessing how he felt pushed him closer to his limit. He hadn’t touched his stallionhood in the slightest, yet the telltale signs of his release grew nearer and nearer. Rolling his hips back and slamming his tush against her waist, feeling the sculpted balls smack against his coin purse, he lost himself to his welling rapture.

As seconds dragged into minutes and longer still, the pair’s movements grew increasingly heated. The air grew thick with the scent of arousal and sweat, a drumbeat of Plap Plap Plap resonated throughout the room, and their sweat-streaked bodies moved in perfect harmony. While the particular circumstances were far from their typical flavor of carnality, the loving couple mirrored one another’s energy.

Softly snorting through her flared nostrils, Spiral only eventually realized how close her husband was to the threshold. The linkage spell was one of her personal favorites for a good reason; no matter what position they made love in, who was on top, or how long they went at one another, the enchantment ensured they’d both finish at the exact same time. She peeked down and adjusted her stance, ensuring the thick medial ring on the toy would properly stimulate his tender p-spot, and flew into an almost frantic series of thrusts.

“G…gonna - Unf - cum for me, baby?” she sputtered, grabbing and pulling on his shoulders.

With his wings flitting upward, trembling from head to hoof, he drew a hitched breath. “B…breed me,” he spontaneously stammered, surrendering fully to her unspoken wishes.

In perfect tandem, seconds after the words passed his lips, the pair shuddered, threw their heads back, and howled in climactic ecstasy. The pleasure surging through them was equal in all parts, sapping their strength and bringing their motions to a shuddering halt. Try as he might, Eclipse collapsed into a pool of his own jizz, his wife draped atop his back, as he heaved air into his burning lungs.

Able to do little more lay motionless and breath, their bliss steadily metamorphosed into a warm, contented euphoria. Spiral was the first to recover, holding her husband and pulling him onto his side. She had no doubt that he felt as fantastic as she did, since the sorcery over them was still intact, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t do something to make the moment more magical. As she spooned with him, her chest to his back, she peppered his neck with kisses.

“Love you, babe,” she whispered, breathing hotly in his ear.

Tingling from hoof to head, grinning like an absolute fool, he contentedly wriggled against her. “Love you too…”