The ponies of Our Town are keeping a secret, a secret that will change them, and anypony that visits—forever. There is a particular plant there, and it just wants to make everypony comfortable.
Tucked away in the middle of nowhere, Our Town is quiet, calm, and nothing strange ever happens. Until it does. An odd vine-like plant has taken up residence, in the residents, and it is changing itself nearly as much as it is changing them.
Contains: Plant infestation, strange stuff (I am really not kidding), breath-play (not in the usual way), forced feeding, forced uh... is there a word for a plant controlling nearly every bodily function? Mind-adjusting too, infestation, emasculation (yes, testicle removal), corruption, and finally... sex (strange sex, with weird plant-stuff involved). Also contains traces of comeuppance.
Art is (once again) by the awesome Mix-up. And was posted over on their Deviant Art page.
Looking down over the rise, I couldn't help but smile. "What was the name of this place again? Our Town?" Pulling out my map, I studied it closely. "Far enough from everything that nopony will miss it. Perfect." I shifted my back and started walking, pulling my little cart along.
"Well, hello there!" The white stallion grabbed my attention with the greeting, as I came around the corner of the first building in the two rows of houses. "Welcome to Our Town. My name's Double Diamond." Looking him over, I couldn't help but marvel at the white-on-white color scheme, or that his cutie mark was three snowflakes wrapped in tiny vines. Well, I could fix that.
"Hi," I paused a moment, noticing the odd glint in his eyes, "I was wondering if your town might have room for one more? I am a keen librarian, and very good with magic." I watched him send his eyes over me, felt them trace every line, every curve—I could use this. "I could even start a school, if you need one?"
"We don't have any foals in town, but from what I hear a few mares are workin' on 'em." He gave an insufferable wink that had me almost cringe. Just relax Starlight, he will be eating out of your hoof in no time.
"Oh, well, I can't say I am looking for a foal of my own, but a mare does like to keep herself busy." It was time to give a little more of a hint, so I turned a little, gave him my best eyelash-batting. "I guess I need to find a bed to… sleep in, tonight."
To say the stallion was more interested was an understatement. Double Diamond actually wriggled his rump a little, I was almost sick at the thought. "Well, if you need a place for the night, I have some room at my place!" He looked back at the town, presumably one of the two rows of houses was his. "Only problem is, if we are up late… talking… these places all have thin walls. We could spend the night in the old cave, it is nice and comfortable."
All alone, away from the other townsfolk, this was getting better and better. Maybe I would let him have a ride before I took away his flawed cutie mark. "Oh? A cool, dark cave, just you and me? I can't wait." More eyelashes, not even a lie this time. "Got somewhere a mare can park her cart?"
"Miss…" He looked a touch lost for a moment, I gave my most innocent look I could. "I missed your name?"
"Starlight Glimmer." I beamed and followed him as he started walking toward the main street of town. My cart was mostly things that would make the town better, nicer… mine. "I am pleased to meet you, Double."
Friendly ponies were everywhere, even as close to night-fall as it was. It seemed like everypony wanted to see and wave to the newcomer, me. "Everypony sure is friendly here." I unhitched myself from my wagon, put some stones under a wheel to chock it. "Where is this cave? I really want to see it…" And of course I did, but not as much as I wanted to see Double Diamond on his own, at my service… I almost purred.
"Just down this way a little." Double pointed just out of town, leading the way. I followed him, still waving to all the friendly faces. The urge to just cast one big mind-control spell was always the strongest like this, with all those eager ponies just wanting to offer themselves to me.
As he walked right up to the rock-face, I wondered what he was about, but sure enough, there was a cave there. The closer we got the more visible it was, but with the sun going down I was sure it should be darker. Stepping inside, there was an odd scent of water and minerals in the air, but something else too, some kind of plant matter.
"What is that smell? Are there plants down here?" I followed him, the darkness of the cave getting deeper the further we went, until I could barely even make out his white fur. A soft blue glow got my attention, coming from the side I couldn't resist heading for it. Just as I reached the strange luminescence, I remembered my magic. "Oh, silly me." I created a basic light spell, just on the tip of my horn.
"Well," Double Diamond's voice broke my focus for a moment, "that is one way to get its attention." My head was half turned toward the stallion, but then something lashed out toward my face. I cried out, expecting whatever it was to go for my mouth, or nose. Instead, my light snuffed out and my legs trembled as something coiled around my horn tightly, squeezing and holding on tightly. "There you go, just relax, it won't take too long. Then I can get you home and tucked into my spare bed. You just wait and see Starlight, this will be the best town ever for you." His words were almost as mesmerizing as the thing squeezing my horn, pulling my horn.
I tried to shake my head, then resorted to a good, loud, scream. "Get this thing off me! Help!" I braced all four hooves and shoved backwards, fighting the pull on my horn. The grip, the strength, was proving too much. "Okay, now you will get it, you over-grown bean-sprout!" I charged my magic and pushed it into my horn, for what should have been a huge bolt of energy. All it did was fizzle, though. "Oh come on, magic immune?"
"No, not immune, but that tendril is like a null-stone, or so a unicorn described." I really wished I could look around at him, but even the desire to curse at Double Diamond wasn't going to distract me from getting free. Then I saw it. The vine wrapped around my horn was retreating into a big green pod, the petals of it looking like they are pursed together.
"Don't just stand there, help me!" I ground my eyes shut and pulled for all I was worth, giving up inches at a time as it reeled me in. Then the soft petals of the flower-thing kissed against my forehead. My eyes snapped open in horror, only to see my horn already inside the bud. The worst part was, it hadn't stopped pulling. "Please?"
"Why do you think I lured you here? New to town, but don't worry, Starlight, you will be just like everypony else soon." I wanted to spit at him, I wanted to scream at him, but if the vine made turning my head hard before, it was impossible now. A sharp jerk on my horn had my head pushing against the petals, shoving them, until I started to push into it. My vision went truly dark when, with a sharp tug, my whole head worked inside the pod, the petals snugging down around my neck.
"What is this thing? What is it do… do…" I yawned inside the plant's pod, it was only barely big enough for my head, but apparently that was enough for it. Trapped in the dark, I could smell something flowery, but each inhale had my head growing heavier, thicker. My legs folded under me and I felt the cool stone floor under my belly.
The touch to my vulva was almost a lightning strike by then. My drooping eyes snapped open as it didn't stop, certainly wasn't an accident—it started to push inside. "N-N-No…" I tried to get my legs under me, I tried to lash out with flesh or magic, but the plant had apparently taken care of both, with equal effect. I was helpless.
It should have been painfully dry, rasping, but as the thing breached my vulva I couldn't help but cry out. It felt huge, but was somehow unbelievably slick, too. The deeper it pushed, the better it felt, and I found I couldn't stop rocking back against it. As if sensing my complicity, another shape touched my lips, and yet more my nostrils. While I could stop it intruding on my mouth, I couldn't even shake my head to dissuade it from sinking the thinner—but still thick enough to cause friction—tendrils from claiming my nose. The flowery smell stopped, halted dead as those two things in my nasal cavity were apparently working air in and out, tainted air. I shouldn't be this horny, not with the plan effectively raping me, it had to be pumping something in.
The squirming from my nose didn't stop until those tendrils made it all the way down to my lungs, or so it felt. It tickled and felt strange a moment, and I couldn't keep back a cough—which was all the bigger tendril needed. Shoving into my mouth, it spread a horribly-sweet taste over my palate before shoving in deeper. Force-fed air, I tried to cough, tried to gag, but those two tendrils were working independently of my diaphragm now, inflating and deflating my lungs.
Darkness came to my mind, I couldn't fight it anymore. The thing seemed to be urging me to sleep, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
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Pressure woke me up. Pressure in my bladder, pressure in my… I shook my head, or tried to. I was still trapped inside the pod-thing. There was more than just the tentacle-thing in my vagina now, keeping my back-end busy. I struggled to move, to get up, but the vines were locked inside… inside everywhere.
Trying to keep calm, I focused on what the thing was doing. My body felt… okay, I was full, but it wasn't doing anything painful. The sudden loss of pressure in my bladder made my eyes cross in the dark, but it wasn't me in control of my own waste, the plant was literally sucking me dry through a tiny tendril threading my urethra. I didn't care, a moment later my body was empty of waste and I knew a little more peace.
A pressure grew in my lower belly, but it was from the inside-out. It pushed, and throbbed. I tried to accommodate the things inside me, but in the end it was going to do what it wanted, and seemed well-practiced at keeping me subdued. The pressure grew stronger still, then it was like when it first pushed into me, the strain stopped and I felt something push… push out and under me.
I struggled as best I could, my legs twitched, my body half-turned. It felt like the plant-thing understood what I wanted, it let me lean to my side and lay a bit more comfortably. My legs still felt like wet noodles, I tried to bring one forehoof back, to ascertain what had pushed out of me, and from where, but I couldn't move it an inch.
The tentacle in my mouth suddenly bulged, causing me to worry about my breathing, except the other two little tentacles had that covered. The bulging thing wasn't just swelling for the fun of it, I could feel stuff pouring into my belly. It is feeding me. I wanted to scream, to thrash, to kick and buck and show how much I hated what was happening, but something pressed through all the anger and frustration, and I felt my thoughts calm down.
I blinked in the dark of the pod encapsulating my head. It was like all the anger and agony just drained out. One of the tentacles, the one deep in my vagina, squirmed a little then, and I felt something large press against my vulva. The only thing my brain could think of was egg, or seed. I tried to clench against it, but with my body so relaxed, it was only a matter of time until the pressure parted my lips and pushed it inside.
The passage of the thick shape followed a strange path. I expected it to shove the thing deep, down into my womb. But it wasn't going there. The thick thing was pressed down to my belly and behind… behind the thing that was jutting out through there. As it settled, I felt my world melt away again, darkness encroaching all around.
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When I could feel the world coming back into my head, I felt an odd kind of relief. It took a few moments to realize that my body was mostly empty of the… the things that had been in it. My head was still trapped, but an odd pressure in my throat warned me that even that wasn't going to last much longer. I gagged and gasped as the long tendril that had been feeding me pulled free. I tried to shout and protest, but the horrid taste in my mouth had me coughing and spitting, but more importantly, still the air was forced in and out through the tendrils in my nose. I expected those to pull free of me too, and they did. Sneezing and coughing more, the long and thin tendrils plucked free and I found myself gasping for air.
The last thing keeping me anchored surprised me by uncoiling, unwrapping from my horn and releasing my head. I slumped down into the big bud, resting my head there a moment and simply worked at regaining my senses. I couldn't help but grumble, the air smelled lovely and flowery, I realized that if I stayed in here I would never get up the energy to get away. Jerking on my head, pulling as hard as I could, a lewd popping sound echoed through the cave as I got free of it.
"Happy birthday!" I was not prepared for nearly twenty ponies shouting at me. Nor were they for my attempt to shut them up. My magic flared and although I wanted to seal their lips and bind their minds to my will, the worst I could really bring myself to do was shove a big cork in everyponies' mouth.
"What the buck did that do to—" My voice stopped, my brain stopped. I stared between my back legs at the bulging green sheath, the sheath of a stallion. It was thick and well-packed, by the look of it. I had seen stallions as big, but not many. I felt a slight urge to make use of it, but nothing strange; it just felt so… normal.
"Welcome to Our Town, Starlight." Double Diamond was standing above me, looking down. He reached a hoof out, offering me help to get up. I wanted to feel anger at him, I wanted to do things to him that would make him regret luring me into the cave. I reached to his hoof and smiled wearily.
"What the… what the horse-apples was that?" I looked down at my body again, noticed little green tendrils coiling around my cutie mark, looking like they were part of it. My body felt strange inside, like there was more to me now than merely unicorn. Whatever it was, it squirmed. Double pulled me up, waited for me to get steady on my hooves, a feat I was fairly sure I could never do again.
"That is your rebirth!" Double Diamond sounded so smug I wanted to blast his brain into limbo forever. I knew the spell, just the right one. I charged my magic and… calmed down. I blinked at him. "Now you fit-in here. You are one of us."
His forelegs closed around my neck, hugging me. The soothing pressure inside welled up and I couldn't stop myself hugging back. "I still want to destroy you all for this… but it can wait. What… what did it put in me? Something big."
"You will find out, trust me on that, Starlight." Double was insufferable, but if the thing was making me feel so relaxed, I was surprised the obliging stallion wasn't in a coma. I hated how nice the hug felt, how good it was to be… to be accepted.
AROOOGA! AROOOGA! This story contains emasculation (you may want to go and look that up, for the physical definition). While they are not removed forever, a stallion is going to have his balls removed physically. If you don't like this, consider it a nice one-shot of Starlight Glimmer getting planted, and no more. You have been warned.
"Woo!" Tight Squeeze had both hooves in the air. The pink-furred stallion bounced around, his soft green mane flicking. "You rock, DD!" His light green eyes tracked the stallion riding down the mountain above him, skis kicking up the snow.
Double Diamond barely heard his friend, but the cheering pegasus made him smile a bit wider—which was no mean feat. He was skiing, each turn kicking up sprays of chilly powder, gliding faster than any earth pony could hope to run: it is his special talent. Further and further down the mountain he worked, avoiding trees and rocks, jumping some stones, weaving around others.
As the white stallion ran out of mountain he drew in beside his friend, spraying snow past him. "Whoo! How was that?" He was panting, but certainly wasn't out of breath, nor was he feeling run-down. When Double skied, he always ended up feeling ready for more. "Did I break my record?"
Tight held up the frozen stopwatch so Double could see his time. "By four seconds! You really nailed it hard that time, DD." He gave his wings a flap, pulling his body up, and kept them going to hover. "Want to come to that new cave that I found near town?"
"Aw, Tight, you know my afternoons are all work-work-work. I would love to dive a cave with you, but duty first." It really hurt Double to have to say that, his special talent—like Tight's—was in what most ponies would consider leisure, when it came to work, it really was "work."
Spreading a wing over his friend's withers, Tight Squeeze gave Double a half-smile. "You know you can have a day off now and again, right? Even ponies who do have their talent become their work, get days off." He gave his friend a little squeeze. "So, how are you doing chasing Night Glider? She liked the chocolates right?" He pulled his wing back.
"She did, you were so right with them." Double gave a little bark of laughter, unhooking his skis and tossing them on his back. "I always get so tongue tied, at least when she ate a chocolate, and I ate one too, we were both just quiet together…" He started blushing, remembering her feathers putting the chocolate in his mouth, brushing his lips.
"You ate them too?" Tight bumped his friend with a forehoof, while they walked. "You are supposed to let your special somepony have all of them." The town was between him and the cave he had found, so he didn't mind walking with his friend.
"She… she fed it to me. I wasn't going to say no!" Double Diamond's blush got so bright he was sure he would be melting snow with it. "Her feathers are really soft…"
"You got it bad, bud." As they got nearer to town, Tight diverted them toward his house, where his "climbing and diving" gear was—his passion. "Guess I will be heading off without you then… last chance, DD?"
"Nah, you go, Tight. Find the coolest bits and tomorrow we both go together, okay?" Double did enjoy cave diving with his friend, but somepony had to keep the sleepy little town organized.
Tight sighed. "Suit yourself. Thanks for keeping this place together." He ducked into his home, waving to Double as the other stallion wandered off. "There will be something come up tomorrow, too." He smelled fresh cherries, hot cake, and before he knew it, Tight had a huge grin. "I think I smell something good!" He trotted into the kitchen and looked at Sugar Belle.
"Oh? What did you smell first?" Sugar was loading a bunch of cupcakes into the oven, while another set were on the bench, cooling, awaiting frosting. She squealed in delight, breaking into giggles, when her husband trotted up behind her and shoved his snout against her dock. "You are a terrible flirt, you know that Tight Squeeze?"
"Flirting implies intent," Tight gave her dock a little nibble, "but I was going to explore that new cave on the edge of town. Want to come?" He knew the answer, but he always asked Sugar.
"Baking, as always." Sugar lit her horn, levitating her husband to within kissing distance. "I made you some lunch to take with you." She rubbed her nose against his, ending the snuggle with a kiss. Wrapped in the midst of her special talent, and with the love of her life kissing her, Sugar felt on top of the world.
Tight didn't struggle, he didn't squirm. "Mmm, love?" He waited for Sugar to draw back from his lips, letting him talk a bit easier. "Can you let go?" His smile never left, he trusted Sugar Belle to be gentle with her magic, especially since it was every bit the same as her touching him, but sometimes she forgot she was still holding it. His hooves contacted the ground and he giggled.
"Maybe I shouldn't, maybe I will grab you up again, and force feed you cupcakes." Sugar lifted one of the cooling mini-cakes, floating it to her husband. "And then, once you are full of my cakes, I have you fill me as well."
The tone cut through all of Tight's plans, he suddenly was thinking about realigning his daily priorities. He leaned his head forward and opened his mouth, knowing what his wife wanted to do. The cupcake pushed forward, pressing some sponge cake into his mouth. Dutifully, Tight Squeeze took a bite.
Sugar watched her husband's eyes close, watched him tremble in bliss at her cooking. "They came out okay?" She booped her husband on the snout. "Enjoy your cave exploring, but please come home soon."
"You're the greatest." Tight took control of the cupcake, taking another bite of the fluffy, moist, and warm treat. "I'll be back as soon as I can." Walking through to his study, he picked up his pack and slung it over his back; the weight was not too bad, but flaps folded down over his wings, securing them at his side. Prepared to explore caves, he trotted out the back door of their house and started toward where he had seen the new cave.
The day was a lovely one, and Tight reached the cave after only a short walk. He looked at the cleft he had noticed the previous afternoon. "This is going to be awesome. I wonder what is inside?" Cutie mark itching with destiny, Tight Squeeze pressed against the crack, finding it barely wider than he himself was, which was just how Tight liked it.
Reaching back to his pack, Tight pulled out his helmet and plopped it down on his head. "Whoa, is that some kind of plant?" He walked closer to the vine tracing along one wall, turning on his light. "Ye-ouch, look at the size of those thorns! Way cool." He reached a hoof up to touch the vine, tracing the harder part of his hoof up and over a spine.
"I wonder where it leads?" Tight's talent was fully engaged, with his wings tucked down safely, he could slip through cracks and holes that would spook any sensible pony. He reached up and had to literally pull himself through one crack, his belly scraping beside the plant, and he found himself in a huge chamber. His tiny head-light barely lit a small spot in the inky darkness, but it didn't stop Tight's curiosity.
Tight Squeeze had to step around a big twisting clump of vines to reach what seemed to be the middle of the plant. Shining his light on the huge mass, he smiled widely. "This is awesome!" Of course, he didn't see the vines surrounding him slowly moving, not wrapping his limbs, but making ready to.
Leaning forward, over the prickly mass, Tight saw the odd vine move, a part of it rising up. "Wow, you can move? Hey, you look like a big butterfly!" The black and green, hand-like vine pod opened up just before Tight's snout, and before he could look away, or try to react, a puff of pink mist was sprayed into his face, catching Tight while inhaling. "That smells really good, almost as good as Sugar's cakes." Tight's smile was a silly one, he wasn't talking about his wife's baking after all.
When something brushed his back leg, Tight started to turn his head to see what it was. Movement kept him looking forward, as the pod-hand started swaying gently, from side to side. "What was that stuff? Was that pollen?" He giggled like a young colt. "Am I going to be your bee? Buzz buzz!"
All four of Tight's legs became restricted, grabbed by vines. He finally got the impetus to turn his head and look, and saw a mass of vines around and under him, some wrapped around his legs, those were slowly pulling to each side, causing him to spread his legs. "What… what is this? What are you…? Please let me go." He turned his head back up to the pod-hand, just in time to get another puff of pink mist. Every nerve seemed to struggle at the same time, then submit.
Relaxed, calm, Tight watched as the pod's palm opened a bit wider and moved forward. His snout pressed into the middle of it, something bumping his nose. Another overwhelming rush of pink flooded Tight's lungs, and he smiled into the pod-hand as it closed behind his head. 'It's a nice pod, so nice. Wish Sugar was here though...' He shifted his hips, the vines holding him well spread. He was so hard he was practically aching for his wife, as each breath now delivered more and more of the plant's drugs to his addled senses.
Then Tight could feel Sugar, feel her lips kissing the tip of his shaft, opening her mouth and taking it inside. He groaned into the dark depths of the pod, as it puffed more pink into his head. Nothing mattered now, nothing really could matter, not with his wife giving him the best working over ever.
The plant squeezed and milked at the stallion's shaft, suckling and drawing at the tip in particular, building his pleasure, preparing him for its plan.
Tight felt a touch on his balls, then felt his sack get sucked into his wife's mouth. 'Mmm, Sugar, don't stop.' He never, for a moment, was confused by how she was sucking his shaft and balls at once, it just felt too good.
When the massage of his balls worked up to the base of his scrotum, Tight clenched all over. Sugar's mouth tightened around him, squeezing down in a way that had him lose all control. Bucking, grinding into his wife's mouth, Tight felt an electric chill run over his balls. Pleasure roared through him like a fountain, Tight exploded in bliss and fed his wife everything he had to offer.
The afterglow was interrupted when Sugar Belle started to suck at his shaft again; the odd thing for Tight was, he was still rock hard. Without a thought—because the pink mist was keeping most of those away—he began to rock in place, bucking his wife for all he was worth again. Tighter and tighter her lips closed, sealing his balls, making him want to kick and squirm. A sharp pinch at the base of his sack had him actually try to kick, but it put his balance off.
Bucking, Tight felt something squeeze one of his balls a little tighter, but not painfully, none of it hurt. A rush of tension started, growing stronger, before suddenly fading completely. He lost himself, unloading again, an odd sensation of emptiness starting to manifest—but then Sugar started all over again.
Securing one of the stallion's testes, the plant coiled a tiny vine around the other, squeezing the tether at the base tighter and tighter, severing it from blood-flow and finally, from his body. It drew his second testicle out through the hole in his empty sack, but still it suckled and pumped his shaft, it needed him to be empty of his pony-tainted seed.
Tight was starting to feel a little odd now, he felt like he should have collapsed onto the floor, like something very wrong was happening, but how could it be a bad thing if Sugar was still sucking on his shaft. Again and again he was brought to climax, given no break thanks to the strong drugs in his system, until finally the plant got what it wanted. When Tight ejaculated, all that came out was a thin liquid.
Pressure, stretching, something was pushing at Tight's scrotum. He felt a sensation of swelling, of something big pushing inside the tight little bundle, until the full mass of it was inside. He squirmed, shifting his hips as movement made him focus his attention there. Inside his body, the roots and tendrils of the "sapling"—an amalgam of one of the stallions balls, and a plant pod—started to sink into him, finding arteries for food, veins to deal with waste, and working a special tube deeper, breaching his prostate.
A sudden shock of pleasure had Tight jump in place, his legs fighting the bindings. Without any hint of control, he began to buck and hump, driving himself into a frenzy to stuff the tentacle that was milking him full of his cock. It wasn't long before the frantic stallion felt his pleasure peak and, as a terrible, amazing pressure swelled, he unloaded a thick green sap, combined with tiny seeds, into the vine.
If a plant could purr, he the cave would be rumbling.
Pink rushed in all around Tight, he couldn't think straight, even about sex, anymore. Moaning into the pod-hand, he slumped to the ground, heedless of the thorny vines, just needing to sleep.
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Tight jerked awake. His heart thundered in his chest. He couldn't see, could still feel the thing wrapped around his head. 'What did it do to me? I feel so… so horny… so strange...' A trembling in his muscles made it hard to lift his body up, but nonetheless he struggled to. He couldn't see still, but the vines didn't feel quite so restrictive. Lifting one forehoof, he gingerly stepped out of the restraints, but when he tried to repeat the action with a back leg, a cramp hit his groin. Rather than pain, it was a strange feeling of "wrongness" that had the stallion fall to the ground, kicking his back legs feebly. It felt like something was still clamped around his balls, squeezing them, removing them.
Not sure how long he spent on the floor, whimpering and kicking the air, Tight tried again and again to stop himself from struggling. Only when he was too tired to kick did his brain start to finally process again. 'What did it put inside me? What did it do to me? I just… all I want to do is find Sugar… she can fix this…' The more he thought about his wife, the more it felt right to go to her.
A rush of strange feeling came in his head, that Tight didn't realize what was happening until he was free. "Ugh… what did you do to me?" His throat felt dry, and without thinking twice, Tight reached to his back, grabbing his water bottle. The water was perfect, wonderful. He guzzled the whole bottle down and still craved more, and not just water. Looking down, he saw there was still the long tube attached to his shaft. "Okay, enough is enough. I am getting out of here, finding Sugar, and we are going to Canterlot to see a doctor!" He stepped backwards, jerking the tube off roughly.
The glow of his head-light was all that let him see, and Tight grabbed the thing, ignoring the vines as they seemed to ignore him. "And when I get better, we are coming back here with… with a whole barrel of weed-killer and—" He cut off, an ache running from his balls—that weren't really his balls anymore—through his prostate and up into his shaft. His length was hard and ready again, glistening and swinging under his belly. Slumping his head down, Tight glared at his shaft.
"I… I'm bigger? And… and black… and green?" Tight Squeeze looked at his new shaft, the thing looking thicker and longer than normal, and a different shade from his normal pink. "No, no no no! I am so gone!" He turned, trying desperately to not think of his hard shaft, or his wife's welcoming body, and march his way out. Each tight passage he had to squeeze through, reminded him of his erect shaft and aching sack. When he finally got to the entrance of the cave, Tight found Sugar.
Sugar saw the light coming from within the cave. She had spent all night blasting at the rock with her magic, trying to squeeze into the gap her husband had breached. When she saw Tight, she slumped to the ground. "Tight!"
Tight moved so fast he swore, later, that he teleported. He was in the sunlight again, wrapping forelegs around Sugar Belle. "I am sorry, so sorry." He squeezed her, knowing he should apologize for what happened.
"What kept you? Did you get stuck?" Sugar didn't want to let go of Tight, holding him to her body with all her strength. "Are you alright?"
"You…" Tight looked back over his shoulder. "There is some kind of plant in there, I think it did something to me." He was almost slumped in Sugar's grip, his wife even using her magic to keep him upright. Then a smell hit him, the same smell that had set him off in the kitchen, the last time they met. "P-P-Plant is… it is… makes me…" Tight squirmed a little, got free of Sugar's hold and was on her back in a shot.
"Oh, you naughty—" Sugar's eyes widened as her husband "showed" her his new surprise. Her words were lost as the oversized shaft started grinding into her, delving so deep she felt herself taking little steps forward. "Tight, what—" she groaned at a hard thrust, "What happened?"
Tight wasn't going to last long, not with how he was now wired. His body exploded, unloading the plant-tainted seed deep into Sugar's body, filling her past capacity with the sheer volume of it. Green goo shot out from around their union, staining Sugar's thighs, dribbling down onto the ground. All Tight could do, was keep humping.
"Honey?" Sugar Belle's legs had long-since given out. She was laying boneless on the ground, with Tight buried in her still, his weight bearing down on her back. "Honey-bun, I don't mean to be a drag, but get off now." When there was still no response, Sugar used her magic. Lifting her husband up was no problem, when this pulled that huge shaft from her in the process, she lost her focus and dropped him back down.
Tight was jerked awake, laying atop Sugar in the dead of night. "B-Baby-cakes? What's going on?" His head was hazy, but he managed to get his hooves under himself and lift. Now afforded a moonlit view of his wife, Tight Squeeze gasped. "Sugar!"
"Hold on, give me a sec… I don't think I will be able to walk straight for a week. What has gotten into you?" It took a little longer for her to get everything working, and being oversensitive under her tail didn't help matters. "What happened in the cave?"
Memories flooded back, of being snared, of being secured, of being emasculated and then having something put back into him. Tight trembled a little. "It did something… it put something in me…" Pulled into a hug, he quickly hugged back. "I want to go home."
"Come on then, I had some cakes cooling, we can share one and you can explain it—" Sugar stopped as she felt Tight tremble a little. "You can tell me when you are ready, no rush tonight." She nuzzled Tight Squeeze's cheek, kissing him, and getting a hesitant kiss back.
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Morning dawned, and Tight let the warm light of Celestia's sun wash over him from the window. Turning over to Sugar, thoughts of their usual morning activities came to the fore. 'Maybe the plant even helped me?' It was an odd thought, but one that had the stallion smiling as he lined up with his wife's vulva.
Sugar felt the strokes against her flat udder, the rubbing just under her chin that spoke volumes about how much Tight knew of her body—she was ready for him. She waited for her wet entrance to be filled, but despite the moment dragging on, she remained empty. "Honey?" The word that was her favorite ingredient and nickname for her husband both, came easy to her lips, as the worry did to her tone.
"I… I just wanted to wake you up happy." Tight was telling the truth, but his flaccid shaft was testament to something else. "Good morning, my Sugar Belle." He kissed Sugar on the lips, felt her magic and legs both wrap around him, pulling him tight against her. Love and passion flared, and Tight clung to Sugar while they kissed, but nothing was having an effect on the contents of his sheathe.
"Maybe I can help?" Sugar broke the kiss to whisper the words, her horn lighting up. "How is my little Tighty doing? He felt a lot bigger last night." Sugar slipped her magic down into Tight's sheathe, rubbing his shaft. She felt it respond, but only a little. "Don't want to play?"
Tight loved it when his wife played with him like this, but there really was something in the way. "Let go a second." He made sure he was disengaged from Sugar's limbs before squirming and flipping, turning himself in the bed so his head was under the covers and his snout was just below Sugar's plot. "Perfect." His libido wasn't there, but that didn't stop Tight from wanting to please his wife. He began licking and lapping at her folds, intimately familiar with what it took to make Sugar scream.
The love-making was slow, intense, but through it all Tight didn't feel arousal at all. Even when Sugar found his sheath with her mouth, even when his wife suckled and licked at his sheath, he didn't feel it. It was frustrating, but also a wild kind of intense—Tight Squeeze had never focused so much on Sugar Belle sexually.
"St-stop!" Sugar barely got the word out, her husband was insatiable. She squirmed and tried to push away. "I need to—HEY! I need to work today." She was giggling now, his delving tongue had drawn back and was just licking the fur on each side of her vulva.
Cleaning up Sugar's fur, Tight gave one last lick along the cleft in her vulva before pulled back from her. "I just can't help it." It wasn't a lie, he loved Sugar with every ounce of his being. "Want some help today? I don't think I want to go back to that cave…"
"Do you want to talk yet?" Sugar almost fell from her side of the bed, barely landing on her hooves before shaking to "wake up" her muscles.
"Not yet. It did a lot of stuff that I don't think I understand." Tight wasn't as careful as Sugar. When he fell from his side of the bed, rather than land on his hooves, he got tangled in bedsheets and landed on his side, giggling.
Laughing at her husband's antics, Sugar levitated Tight into the air, carefully unwrapped him and set him back down on his hooves. "When you are ready to talk, I will be ready to listen." She wandered around the bed and nuzzled Tight's cheek.
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After a shower to freshen up, Tight and Sugar made their way into their kitchen. The two ponies were partners in all things except when it came to cooking and cave-diving, where either Sugar or Tight ruled, respectively.
"What are we baking?" Tight's belly grumbled loudly, loud enough to get a stare from Sugar. "Argg, alright, I am really hungry." He laughed and trotted up to the big stove, starting it up.
"More cakes. Did you know my cakes are shipping all the way to Canterlot now." Sugar pranced a little as she walked across the kitchen. "Imagine it, Princess Celestia trying one of my cakes!" She used her magic to fetch ingredients, putting together everything needed on the table. She hadn't noticed it before, but she realized—as Tight began opening containers up, putting them in order for her to start making batter—that he knew baking almost as well as she did.
Working together, the couple made cake after cake, and the first one that cooled got some swirly icing on it moments before a knife cut a slice out. "Sorry…" Tight blushed, but kept cutting.
"You know what makes me happier than the thought of Princess Celestia eating my cakes?" Sugar marched up to her obviously hungry husband and levitated the slice of cake up to his mouth. "Baking for you." She kissed his nose after he took his first bite. "Good?"
Tight barely savored the flavor before gulping the cake down and leaning forward for another bite. There was something amazingly sexy about being fed by Sugar, and it always made Tight a happy stallion. No sooner was the slice gone, however, than his belly rumbled for more. He didn't speak a word, merely blushed as the serving knife cut another slice.
"You were stuck in a cave for a whole day, and last night was… energetic." Sugar fed Tight the whole slice, bit by bit. She followed up the cake with a kiss. "That better?"
"Mmmfh!" Tight smiled, it was impossible not to. His wife was using her special skill just to make him happy, and that made it all the more effective. "Yeah, you know your cakes make everything better." He kissed back and felt the cares of the world slide away.
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Starting every day making love to his wife was one of the high-points of Tight's day, now. But no matter what he had tried, he couldn't get himself actually aroused. It didn't stop him expressing the raw love he felt, and by midday each day he felt spent. The "fun" baking was over, Sugar was on to the bread and butter of her profession, and Tight felt down.
Curling up on his back porch, Tight looked out over the land behind their house, and sighed. "What's wrong with me? What did that plant do?" He lifted his back leg and looked down at his sheathe. It looked as it always did, if a little bigger than normal. "What is it still doing?" Arcing a wing to maintain his modesty, he leaned down between his back legs, nuzzling his sheath aside, and inspected his empty sack.
Tight's memory ran back to the cave, the haze of pleasure that burned through him was a pale echo now, but he remembered it putting something back into his scrotum. Over the last week whatever that had been slowly pulled up higher and higher into him, leaving his sack empty. "I just want to show Sugar that I love her…"
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Sugar had slipped away from the house, leaving an iced cake on the table, and approached the cave. The bad cave. The cave where her husband had been… not unmade. He loved her with a fury that was blinding sometimes, but something in here had affected him, and he wouldn't tell her how.
Although she had been keeping Tight well fed, Sugar had been leaving off eating much at all during their week together; the first time trying to get into the cave had proved she might have been enjoying her cooking a little much. A little slimmer now, she got past the constriction in the cave that had refused her entry before.
Pouring energy into her horn, Sugar lit the cavern she had been delivered to. It was beautiful, she knew it would be, it was hard to fall in love with a stallion who's special talent was cave-diving and not learn to love natural rock. But she saw the intruder right away. "So this is the plant?" She inspected the black, thorny vine and shook her head. "I don't see the danger in it."
Walking along, keeping back from the vines a little, Sugar Belle kept a close eye on her footing and the plant. Bumping into something soft, she lifted her head to see what it was. "Oh, buc—" The "wings" of the hand-like plant pod clamped around Sugar's head. She wasn't in darkness, however, her horn lit up the interior quite well.
"Oh no you… no you…" Sugar sneezed as a puff of pink mist hit her face. Moments later her horn's light snuffed out. "No you don't?" She felt another puff, and another. Giggling a little, Sugar felt the thing around her head tug at her, leading her forward. She walked along, laughing a little inside the pod, until she felt the first trickle down her inner thigh. "I'm horny?"
Sugar didn't get more than a moment to think, a longer puff of the pink stuff had her thoughts scattering in her head as vines wrapped around her legs, pulling her down and securing her body. She tried to use her magic, but nothing answered her need. The first touch to her vulva cleared any thoughts remaining from her head, any not related to being filled, that is. It had been a week since she had felt her husband's shaft, and she ached for whatever the plant was offering.
Pressing forward, shoving the large bulb into the mare, the plant dosed her more and more with the combined muscle relaxant and aphrodisiac, kicking her body's hormones into high-gear even as it suppressed her ability to act out those needs. Once the bulb was in just the right place, the plant triggered it with chemicals. The thing burrowed into the mare's tender flesh, sinking roots and tendrils both into her, as it painlessly worked into her body.
Rocking her body, Sugar could only think of how good it felt, how much like her husband's big shaft it was. But when the bulb left her vagina and took root in her body, she was forced into a mind-numbing climax. Squirming, bucking around, Sugar Belle was at the mercy of the plant. More was pushing into her, something very strange that seemed to push into the same place as the first mass. Sugar had no idea what or where it was, but it felt good having it there. A tingle ran through her whole body, then she was empty again. Whimpering in the grip of the thing around her face, her only reply was more puffs of pink mist.
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The day had reached mid-afternoon before Tight had gotten over his listless mood, and headed back inside. "Sugar? Where is my darling?" Tight knew where she would be, where she always was. Slipping into the kitchen, he found it bare save for one thing on the table. Walking over to the cake, his heart sinking, Tight Squeeze's eyes widened at the frosting on top.
Gone to the cave, I need to know.
"No… please no!" All Tight's focus on his own problems faded, blown away by a need to find Sugar. He didn't even close the back door behind him before his wings were open and he was flying. "No no no no…" it became a chant, a small voice inside him that begged with the fates that Sugar hadn't actually found the thing. Landing at the cave, Tight's fears were easy to thrust aside, to forget. 'Sugar needs me.'
"Sugar!" Tight's voice echoed through the cave, sounding back to him off walls, and from tunnels that he knew weren't the right ones. He slipped between two rocks and saw the first vine of the plant. "SUGAR!" He could barely see in the dark, having forgotten his light, but it didn't stop him from finding the chamber where his wife was.
Softly lit with the green flecks of "stuff" in the vines themselves, the cavern had just one pony occupant apart from Tight Squeeze. In the middle, shaking her head, Sugar Belle was curled around herself, using a hoof to rub her vulva furiously. Unable to use her magic, Sugar was lost to the needs of her body, of her need for release. Something suddenly got her attention.
"Sugar." Walking closer, cautiously, Tight realized that the plant was ignoring both of them, as if they weren't there. An odd feeling surprised him, made him stop in place and look under himself. Hanging free from his sheath, a heavy and green-tinted shaft was growing bigger and bigger. "Sugar?" It seemed the only word Tight could say, and as he fixed eyes on his wife, on her own eyes gazing back, it was all he needed.
Wobbling to her hooves, Sugar Belle could see what she wanted, what her husband had. "Tight…" Her voice was dry, cracked. She took two steps and almost fell. Tight was suddenly there, at her side. "Tight Squeeze." She nuzzled his mane, sniffing it and feeling even more horny. "I want you."
Never had three words sounded so good to Tight. He was rock hard, his body driven to sudden arousal by the plant growing within him. He gave a soft groan and nuzzled Sugar back, but something about their location sunk into his lust-addled brain. "Get… home…" Even as he thought that he should get Sugar home, he lost his fight with control.
"Yes…" Sugar's voice trailed off as Tight mounted her. Her body found new depths of strength to hold her ground, provide the platform her stallion needed to— Thoughts fled Sugar again, just like what the plant had done with its spray, Tight's shaft shoving into her blew her away and she climaxed on the spot.
It was a fast ride, animalistic and wild, but Tight remembered every moment that Sugar's body was around him. He took her, he fucked her, he drove himself until he could swear he couldn't go on another stroke, and then he did. Tight had no pace, he bucked and humped like a wild thing until the strange new pressure grew.
Tightness unlike he had ever felt before, started at the base of Tight's shaft. It wasn't a tightness around him, but within. Something pushed up his urethra, working along the tube, until it dropped from his tip deep inside Sugar. His body exploded in that moment, and Sugar collapsed.
Laying on her belly suddenly seemed the better option, Sugar trembled in mind-numbing bliss as her stallion unloaded into her, but rather than blasts of scalding-hot semen, it felt like something more solid. Then, finally, a quenching blast did come, and Sugar lost consciousness.
"Oh buck. Oh buck. Oh buck…" Tight wobbled on his hooves and draw free of Sugar's clutching body. Looking down at his wife, he felt an almost overwhelming urge to mount her again; to breed her and breed her until he passed out too. "No, we need to get home. This… this will all pass." Nuzzling under Sugar, Tight pushed forward and lifted her onto his back.
Something felt odd about how Sugar slid into place, but Tight ignored it in favor of making his way home. Keeping Sugar steady with his wings, Tight Squeeze made his way home, sneaking up to the back door of their house. "Don't think about her plot. Don't think about how ready and needy it is for you. All I need to do is get my little Sweet into bed, and sleep this off."
Inside the dark house, Tight finally lost his struggle against gravity, but not before making it to the couch in their living room. Sugar slumped from his back, and exhaustion set in. "Probably best if I… I should be further a… nope." He closed his eyes and slumped down to the floor, shaft still rock hard under him.
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Sugar Belle woke to a low-lit room. The curtains were drawn, keeping back the direct rays of the sun, and peeping eyes both. She felt good; she felt amazing. "Mmm, Tight? Where's my wonderful little cave explorer?" It took a few moments before her brain clicked that they weren't in bed, and that Tight was asleep on the floor in front of the couch.
Shifting on the couch, Sugar slid off as far from Tight as she could. Something in her brain yelled at her for attention, but she wanted to do something special for her husband. Walking carefully to the kitchen; she made no noise until she reached the stove. "A special breakfast." Her forehoof curled down and under herself, rubbing back between her legs. Brushing against something sensitive down there, she diverted her attention to that. Heat flooded her body, and Sugar Belle closed her eyes as something very sensitive made her shiver with bliss.
Waking to the sound of happy moans, Tight's mouth was already pulled into a smile. 'It was all a bad dream! Sugar is baking something while doing some naughty play, and I am going to head in and surprise her!' Gaining his hooves, Tight Squeeze was unsurprised that he was already hard and ready; his wife was in the other room masturbating after all. Walking to the kitchen, he heard the sounds of Sugar Belle's happiness crescendo.
Tight Squeeze rounded the corner into the kitchen, and froze in shock. His wife was as he expected her, but doing something he hadn't.
Squirming in pleasure, Sugar Belle looked away from the big green shaft jutting from her groin, meeting Tight Squeeze's eyes. She saw panic, fear, but above all love. A minute of silence passed between them, each unable to think of anything to say. At last, ignoring the thin green sap covering her belly and chest, Sugar rolled to her hooves and stood up. "We need to talk about that… cave."
"We need to do something else first." Tight Squeeze was harder than ever, and something made him want to strut over and mount Sugar Belle; there was something else that made him want to have her stalk him. A shudder ran down his spine, and before Tight could think his tail started to lift. 'Two choices…' He strode forward, staring at Sugar in the eyes.
With her need roused from her first ever self-hoofjob, Sugar glared back at Tight, her body reacting by stiffening her shaft again. "Wait, stop Tight." She took a few steps backwards, struggling with the sensations that drove her to want to mount or be mounted. "Stop!"
The word cut through Tight's lust; it cut him to the quick. Panting hard, he backed away, lowering his head to the ground and screwing his eyes closed. "I can't stand it. I want you, Sweets." Turning, Tight was about to run when there was a sharp tug on his tail. Immediately he groaned and lifted his tail up and to the side, squirming with a sudden need he had never felt before. Turning to look back at his wife, his vision narrowed on her endowment.
"Darling, my little cave diver?" Sugar Belle walked right up and nuzzled the empty sack hanging under Tight's perineum. "I love you. I love you so much I couldn't do this. It gave me…" She coughed. "It gave me a dick, but you don't have anything here… yet." She knew all too well that though his sack was empty, something was still producing inside him.
The extra word set off an alarm bell in Tight's head, enough to yank him from the daze he was in. "What do you mean?" He was about to turn, when Sugar nuzzled more firmly at his empty ball-sack, and Tight moaned loudly, the flesh there more sensitive than ever. The nuzzling turned to licking, and each lap of her tongue sent sparks firing off in his head.
'Pussy lips. His sack has started to reshape into a vulva.' "You didn't have this before." She nuzzled him again. "I like it." One particular part of her liked it quite a bit. Sugar pulled herself away from nuzzling what seemed to be her husband's growing vulva. "Cold shower right now for both of us."
The voice of reason never sounded so good. Tight relaxed himself, though his traitorous tail wouldn't lower. "What is happening to us? Is it… is it that plant?" He quickly stepped into the lead, trotting through to the bathroom.
Sugar couldn't help herself as she followed her husband into the shower; she nuzzled up under his tail the moment the shower was on, licking along his dock.
"H-Hey!" Tight jostled a few steps, then stopped. Looking back at Sugar, his heart melted at her expression of pure love. "You are the naughtiest mare I have ever married." 'It's just play. She has licked me there before, just I was never so…' "Am I turning into a mare?"
"A mare? Look at 'you,' Tight." Sugar stepped into the shower and immediately noticed Tight had neglected the "cold" part of the idea. She lit her horn and took a relaxed hold of her husband's shaft.
"Ohhhh…" Tight became putty in Sugar's magic. His head slumped down before he realized it, and he saw his shaft through half-closed eyes. "Oh buck…"
"You are bigger, my mighty stallion. The question we both want to know is, what is it doing to us, and what does it want us to do in the end? Some plants… some plants are not nice in how they use a… a host." Sugar decided Tight had earned a little reward for putting up with her nuzzling earlier, and started to stroke his engorged member.
"What…" Tight cut his question short as his hips gave a few firm bucks. "What… Love slow down a bit, edge me." The stroking slowed; it slowed further than he wanted, but there was no way he was going to micromanage his wife's attentions. "It hasn't actually done anything painful. It seems… it seems to want us to screw."
"It has wired us like that, hasn't it?" Sugar nuzzled against Tight's cheek, her magic gliding slowly along his shaft. "We need a list…" She lifted a hoof up to the steam-covered glass partition. "First. It put something in me, made me grow a big dick." She waggled her hips and sent the shaft into wobbling.
"It took… it took my… my balls." Tight felt the rubbing stop a moment. "It put one back, or it put something back." When the magic started again, all the tension of explaining faded. "I don't think it put them both back, so maybe it put one into you? You did… well, make a mess."
"It put two things in me. I guess the first was this dick, was the second what it took from you?" Sugar was too worked up from stroking her husband. "I… I need…" Her mind nearly exploded when Tight's lips touched the amazingly sensitive shaft.
'It's Sugar. It is all Sugar. This is her. It's S—' Tight was snapped from his mental litany when he heard Sugar's high-pitched squeal of pleasure. 'It IS Sugar.' Closing his eyes, Tight only heard his darling's cries as he took her shaft in his mouth and sucked. 'Stupid colt. She doesn't "suck," she swirls, she nuzzles and slurps.'
Every time Sugar moaned or squealed, Tight's efforts would increase. She quickly picked up on the trigger and made sure to sing for her husband. With no hope of maintaining her magic, Sugar stretched forward to give Tight more room under her. "Please don't stop. Please Tight, please never stop…"
With Sweet's voice assuring him that the owner of the thick shaft was definitely the mare he loved, Tight Squeeze went about teaching himself how to pleasure her more. Drawing back his lips, he kissed the shaft's end before sinking back down onto it. 'How much longer before—' The grip of magic clamped down on Tight's shoulders, a squeeze he knew well from time spent servicing his wife's marehood. He couldn't back off, and felt the shaft swell a little more before the rush of fluid hit his mouth.
Sugar's eyes closed as she grunted loudly. She clung to her husband, trying not to force him down her shaft, but certainly not letting him off it. Fire poured through her, just like it had in the kitchen earlier, but this time she was sharing the moment, and it was so much more. A tap against the underside of her belly broke her moment and quickly she released Tight.
Pulling his head out from under his wife, Tight looked at her with adoration in his eyes. "I love you so much." He leaned in, ignoring the grass-like taste in his mouth. Pressing his lips to Sugar's, Tight Squeeze let her taste herself in his mouth.
The kiss lingered longer than Sugar's orgasm, but it couldn't last forever. Sighing and making cute sounds of pleasure with each breath, she finally pulled apart from Tight. "We… we were meant to have a cold shower." She panted a little.
"You started it. I had the setting on cold before you bumped me on the way in." Tight stretched a sodden wing over Sugar's back and pulled her up against him. "So definitely all your fault." His other wing grabbed some shampoo—the one Sugar preferred, of course—and started rubbing it against a rough brush.
"Do I really taste like that?" Sugar licked her lips, then kissed Tight quickly to get another taste. "Holy molly, do you taste that good now? With all the dry spell and…" Her eyes widened as she realized something. "You screwed me, you are hard!" She laughed and kissed Tight again. "We need to get out of this shower and get some notes down. Do you think doctor Patched will have any clue what is happening?"
"We can't tell her!" Tight paused in his efforts to work the brush through Sugar's tail. "I just… It feels really embarrassing to not have… and maybe have…" His attention was seized by the sight of Sugar's tail rising. Blood rushed to his groin and he was rock hard. Giving a nip to Sugar's dock, he lunged up and forward.
"Hey! Tight! Are you home, buddy?" Double Diamond banged a hoof on the back door of his best friend's house.
"You have got to be…" Tight froze and considered his options; the temptation to just shove forward and ignore Double was a great one, but friendship won out.
"He's your best friend, what am I but just your wife?" Sugar smirked back to Tight and shuddered—her stallion was rock hard and rampant, and looked every inch the very picture of masculine perfection. "Wonderbolts be damned. Neigh!"
The comment made Tight blush. "Wait, I can't go out like this! I am… I am…" He felt magic lift him and shove him out the door of the shower. "Coming, DD!" He lowered his voice and glared back at his wife. She was every bit as hard as he was, but something in him made it easy to just not fixate on her shaft; she glowed with health. "You are not making this easier…"
"Sorry, Tight. Did I interrupt—" Double Diamond's question died in his throat. His friend was soaking wet, smelled of sex and fancy shampoo, and sported the biggest hard-on Double had ever seen—which admittedly wasn't a lot. 'Holy buck, no wonder Sugar goes wild for him.' "I did interrupt. Uh… would you like to… well… go skiing?"
'Double Diamond: public speaker par-excellence, and he is tongue-tied!' "I would really love to, DD, but I am a bit busy fixing… uh… the pipes in the shower. Something got them all clogged up." The lie was perfect; perfectly horrible.
"Totally understand!" Double Diamond backed away from his friend. 'Don't look at his dick. Don't look at his dick. Don't look at… Wow that is big.' "Gotta look after your pipes! I'll just go, I could totally take Night Glider!" He turned, hooves pounding as he raced away from his friend; hoping that he left his embarrassment behind too. 'I can't believe he is so big!'
"Come back to the shower, stud." Sugar levitated Tight inside the door far enough that she could close it too. "I have a pipe you need to clean." She turned and flicked her tail up, making sure Tight got a good look at how puffy and ready she was.
"Thank you!" Tight Squeeze waved a hoof at the departing ponies; the last customers of the day having been dealt with. Not that he planned to take off his apron, nor leave the safety that the counter provided. "Come on, aren't you ever going to calm down? I need to work…"
"Talking to your penis is the first sign that your wife is doing the right thing." Sugar Belle poked her head out from the kitchen, using her magic to lock the door to the shop-room of their house. "Anypony… uh… notice?" She strode into the room, meeting Tight's lips with her own for a quick kiss. Of course she couldn't complain about his erection, she had one of her own.
"Mmm," Tight was always left wanting after a kiss from Sugar, no matter how long it lasted, "fine actually. I made sure to stay behind the counter, and kept the apron on all the time. How was your baking?" He ruffled his wings.
Spotting a sure sign her husband was more than a little aroused, Sugar strategically turned and walked back into the kitchen, making sure he could see everything she had under her flagging tail. "So, are we going to the doctor tonight?" She looked back to see a hungry look in Tight's eyes, he was quite distracted it seemed. She lowered her tail and turned to face him once he was in the kitchen too.
Tight snapped out of his fixation and looked at Sugar. "Wait, why? We are doing fine now, the plant hasn't hurt us. Besides, we are fine now; a little extra excitement in the bedroom isn't a problem for a married couple." He stepped past Sugar with a few peppered kisses on her cheek, intending to find her plot again.
Stepping to the side a little, Sugar moved before her husband, nuzzling under his tail and running her tongue up the plump vulva under his tail. He froze in place at the attention, and she knew she had him in a trap. "It has been nearly a week and a half. Neither of us can afford to go outside without a full dress on—not that I wouldn't love to see you in one—and now look, you have a tighter pussy than I do!" She gave it another lick in emphasis.
"Well…" Tight's brain filled with the pink cotton candy that he now associated with his own burning female arousal. "Sweetie, please…" Another lick sapped him of all his self-control and willpower both. Lifting his tail up, Tight arched his back toward his wife.
"Good." Sugar gave Tight one more lick along his folds before stepping back; fighting the urge to mount him was taking all her willpower, but she had promised not to do that until he told her he was okay with it—licking was not mentioned. "It's getting dark outside, we should go then."
Tight groaned in lust and looked back at the retreating plot of his wife. "Y-You can… you can…" He tried to say it, but couldn't quite get it out. A pang of desire rushed over him at the memory of what her shaft was like. "You can mount me… if you—"
Sugar rushed back into the kitchen and kissed Tight. She kept the pressure on his lips, and worked her tongue forward into his mouth. Yanking back, she glared at Tight. "You ate some of the special chocolate cupcakes!"
"I was… I was really hungry…" Tight's ears tucked back, and from experience with his wife's anger he pawed at the floor with his forehoof. "Uh… are you going to…?"
"After the doctor. And if you are hungry just tell me." Sugar knew his "innocent filly" look was carefully crafted to appeal to her sense of adorableness, but it worked every time—she kissed Tight's snout. "You know I love baking special things for you, my winged stallion. I will find a dress to wear, and you can have a blanket over your back. It might be dark out, but I don't want to risk us running into one of the foals of the village all 'you know.' "
"And after we get back?" Tight followed Sugar to their bedroom. 'Why am I so for this now? Is it affecting me like this? Is it making me want this?' He looked at his wife, watched her move and levitate out a dress. 'With my Sweetie… I do.'
"After we get back, if Patched doesn't have any objections, I am going to stuff you so full you will walk funny for a day!" Sugar pulled the sun dress down over herself, settling the fabric to cover her back-end. Looking over at Tight, she giggled. "Would you rather a dress?"
"At this point, I just want to get this over with, Sugar. The thought of you on me… in me…" He shuddered and felt his vulva clutch at nothingness. "Come on." There was no longer a question in his mind "if" he would go to the doctor, not now that he had told Sugar.
Sugar froze and turned to her husband. "Tight Squeeze, you surprise me every day." She walked slowly over to Tight, her dress swaying around her back-end. "Please, never stop surprising me." She smiled and kissed his snout.
Wuffing heavily, Tight followed Sugar out the back door of the house and into the night. The cool air actually soothed him, but the sight of his wife's rear—even covered in the cute dress—had the opposite effect.
Lifting her hoof, Sugar knocked a few times on the door. "Tight, get up here with me, and stop staring at my plot." She heard hoofsteps nearing the door and straightened up. 'I do like him looking at my plot, just not… not right this second.' The moment the door opened, Sugar smiled a little wider at the unicorn. "Patched, we hoped we would be able to take a little of your time."
Standing in the doorway, watching Sugar and Tight, was the doctor of Our Town: Patched Scrape. A white-pelted unicorn mare that looked like she would be more comfortable on a fashion runway than in a frontier town, she flicked her pink mane to the side and uncovered the second of her deep-blue eyes.
Sensing something odd about the complete lack of social foreplay, Patched stepped back from the door. "Well, get yourselves inside then." Her Appleoosan accent was thick as ever. Raising an eyebrow at the blanket over Tight, she closed the door behind Sugar and Tight. "Now that we have some privacy, and I assume this-here needs some, what's the problem?"
"We have a problem." Sugar Belle looked to Tight. "That is, it isn't so much a problem as a… well it's odd!" She used her magic to lift her dress up, around her sides. "This is part of it."
Patched blinked and looked from Sugar's determined face, all the way down to her cutie mark. "What's the matter?" She studied Sugar's back, sides, then her belly; Patched Scrape froze. "Oh."
"Yeah, 'Oh.' " Tight ruffled his wings and flung the blanket off his own back. "And there is this." He turned, blushing hotter than the sun, and flagged his tail to the side.
Staring from one apparently hermaphroditic pony to the other, Patched was more than a little confused. "Uh… okay. When I moved here, and asked everypony if there was anything odd about them… I didn't really expect anypony would report this, but it might have been good to know about. But what is the problem?"
"This isn't the root of the problem." No sooner had Sugar said the words, than she realized her unintentional pun; a glance at Tight revealed he heard it too.
Tight's smiler turned up, his blush fading a little at his humor. "We thought it would pass, that we might get better, but we just can't leave each other alone." His smiled widened, and he saw Sugar's grow.
Sugar's mind raced. "We understand you aren't focused on botany, but we hoped you could—"
"If you dare say 'branch out,' or any other plant puns, just watch how fast I will buck you out the door." Patched glared between the grinning couple. "So if this isn't the issue, what is?"
"It is the issue, doc." Tight gestured back to his plot. "I was just a stallion two weeks ago, and Sugar was just a mare then, too. But then the plant got us." He saw curiosity lift Patched's eyebrow again. "For real. I was doing my thing, checking out that cave that opened up just south-west of town, and this plant grabbed me, pulled…" He froze mid sentence; thinking about being emasculated still made him pause, and having to explain it was worse. A nuzzle at his cheek from Sugar Belle—of course—brought him back. "It pulled my balls out, then put one back in and… something else." He quickly kissed Sugar on the cheek.
Patched floated a notepad over, started scribbling on it with a quill held in her magic. "I can honestly say I have never heard of such a thing. What did the plant look like?" Her quill caught up, paused for more instructions.
"Black, spikes all over it. It moved fast, and there was a big pod-thing, like a dragon's hand. It closed around my head and wouldn't let go." Sugar's mind ran back to the encounter. 'It wasn't as terrifying for me. It didn't pull things out of me though.'
"It did that to me, too. Constantly puffing stuff into my nose, then m-masturbating me, rubbing me again and again." Tight closed his eyes and pressed his snout to Sugar's mane. "It didn't stop until it did the thing inside me."
"It put things in me. It… it gave me this." Sugar gestured under and back with a forehoof. "And Tight's scrotum seemed empty… reshaped and changed. Now he is… well…" She was fishing for words, waving her hoof in the air. "Sorry." She kissed Tight's cheek in apology for all the words she didn't say.
Patched Scrape closed her eyes. "If I were fresh out of school at Canterlot, I would be inclined to write this off as some ponies playing a prank, or gettin' too much hard cider. But I am not, and I won't. I can see for myself that there are inconsistencies with you both being natural hermaphrodites. For a start, his vulva is short one clitoris—which, if I was a betting mare, I would say simply grew into being his penis—and yours has one."
"I don't have a clitoris?" Tight looked at his wife, blinking. "When were you going to tell me? What else is different?" In his own state of worry, Tight turned around twice before realizing he couldn't see because it was his own plot.
"I didn't think it would matter. The rest of you is so sensitive and… stop turning before you fall over." Sugar reached out and pulled Tight's face into a kiss.
"I need to see this plant before I can send off a proper report about it. We will need a quarantine, and probably somepony special to look at it and tell us if it is really a problem." Patched tried to ignore the couple, who were now locked in a tight kiss. "Would you say you feel normal, otherwise?"
"N-Normal?" Tight broke away from the kiss first. "Doc, I almost literally can't stop thinking of bucking, or being bucked by, Sugar." He glared at Patched, as if it was all her fault. "You really shouldn't go in, it seemed to ignore me when I went in to get Sugar, but…"
"I will be quite alright." Patched lifted her head a little straighter. "I am a trained professional, there will be no problems with going in there and protecting myself." She looked at the pair, each of which gave her a stupid look.
"You're mad." Tight shook his head. "Sugar couldn't stop it, it did things to her, I don't want to be responsible for having it do that to another mare!" He clopped a forehoof angrily.
Sugar gave a happy sigh, watching her husband get so worked up. "He's right. Nothing I could do stopped it, it ignored my magic and—"
"Then I won't go in alone. You two can watch my back, I am sure having two unicorns will do the trick." Patched puffed her chest out. "Come on, we will get this cleared up, and the cave sealed, before anypony else is affected by it."
Pulling her dress back down, and helping Tight do the same with his blanket, Sugar Belle let out a sigh. "We can't convince her. What do we do?" Her voice was barely a whisper.
"What else can we do? We g-g-go back, and try to stop it from doing to them what it did to us." Tight nuzzled Sugar. "You don't have to go in, if you don't want to."
"You'd go in alone?" Sugar lifted her hoof and bopped herself on her own forehead. "Of course you would, you did for me, and you are such a brave stallion. No, we go in together and drag these idiots out if we can, before the plant does its…" She trailed off a little.
"What are you two waiting for? Are you coming or what?" Patched glared back at her patients. "The sooner we are done, the sooner we get a report off and get you both helped."
The three marched out of the house and to the cave, but only one of them was confident. Just as they reached the cave entrance, a cry of alarm came from inside the cave.
"That was Double Diamond!" Tight dropped his blanket and dashed into the cave. "Sweets, I need some light please." When the cave illuminated in cyan light, Tight knew Sugar was with him. "DD!" His voice echoed back at him from the walls of the cave. "Hey! DD!" A groan came from the direction he least wanted, where he knew the vines were.
"Hurry, Tight!" Sugar kept behind Tight, letting her husband pick their path through the cave—it was his special talent after all. A bright silvery light joined her own, causing her to look back and see Patched's horn lit. "Thanks!"
"Here he is!" Tight Squeeze made it into the big chamber, and could see his friend.
Double Diamond was groaning, his head trapped in something, his body being driven to buck harder and harder. He couldn't think straight, his thoughts were all jumbled, but he thought he heard his best friend's voice. 'Why is Tight Squeeze here? He shouldn't see me and Night…' His thoughts jumbled up again as more sweet smell hit his nose.
"That is what it did to me…" Tight pointed with a hoof. "We have to stop it!" Even though he shouted the words, he didn't feel them as surely as he wished he would. 'He sure looks like he is enjoying it… Maybe it isn't so bad?'
While Tight and Sugar both seemed distracted and staring at the trapped Double Diamond, Patched leapt into action. Her magic wrapped around the tendril reaching up to the stallion's balls, grabbing hold of it firmly. Almost losing her grip on it, Patched realized she was fighting a losing battle. Then the world went dark. 'What the… oh no!' Her face was covered in what felt like a giant hand gripping her head, and the taste of sweet air poured into her.
Tight stared in shock, watching as the little bulb reached up to his friend's balls, bit a small hole in his scrotum, and then removed his testicles. "S-S-Sugar… it's doing it to him. I… I should stop it…"
"What can we do?" Sugar looked to the doctor, watched as she was pinned down in tentacles. Her memories started to remind her what it was about to do to her, and something inside ached for it again, ached for her stallion. "T-Tight…" When she turned to him, he had walked closer to Double Diamond, watching his best friend's emasculation at close quarters.
A weight settled on Tight's back. His first thought was panic, but then a deep satisfaction sank into his body. Turning, he confirmed it was Sugar climbing onto him, and planted all four hooves firmly. First a bump against his plot, then another. When Sugar missed for the fifth time, Tight actually giggled.
Sugar wanted to swat her husband for laughing. "It's not as easy as it looks." Then an idea came to her lust-addled thoughts. Reaching under her belly with her magic, she took a firm hold on her shaft, and lined it up. "Gotcha." Her first buck into Tight's body locked up every braincell she possessed. She couldn't stop her body from taking control, and taking her husband.
With his mouth hanging open, Tight's tongue lolled out as Sugar started banging into him, shoving deeper and deeper with each thrust. Absently, he watched as something thick and swollen was pushed back into Double Diamond. He couldn't focus on his friend anymore, he was too busy bucking back and meeting each of Sugar's thrusts.
It wasn't Sugar's first orgasm with her male bits, but it was certainly her first inside somepony. She could neither last long, nor wanted to. One moment she was bucking away, and the next lightning coursed through her. She clamped her mouth down on Tight's short mane, yanking him backwards, shoving herself as deep as she could.
The roughness of his wife startled Tight, but certainly didn't turn him off from the wonderful sex—quite the opposite. A wave of pleasure rushed out from his vagina, flooding his body like a tsunami, before seemingly exploding all through him. He squirmed and pushed back, and trembled at the sheer sense of masculinity coming from his wife. Lifting his nose to the air, he cried out in bliss as his insides grew hot with Sugar's gift.
Panting and twitching, Sugar took enough of her senses back to let go with her mouth and drop from Tight's back. "W-W-What…? Wow…"
"Yeah… Wow." Tight trembled, the heat inside him seemingly radiating out all over his body. "We… We need to get them out, when it is done with them." He pointed a hoof at Double and Patched. "Get them out and safe… then do that again." He looked at Sugar, a new appreciation for her shaft filling him—just as her shaft had filled him. The thought of letting her do that again only filled Tight with impetus. 'What was I worried about?'
Laying on her side, feeling oddly warm for being inside a cave, Sugar Belle shifted a little as she woke up. She was still inside Tight, and felt a wonderful feeling of connectedness with him. Able to feel that his breathing was still slow, Sugar basked in that warmth of her mate, closed her eyes and drifted back off into a light doze.
Sugar's eyes flew wide open again when something probed around the underside of her tail. Jerking her head around she saw the tendril of the plant suddenly shove inside and burrow deep into her colon. "W-W-Why are you doing this?" She squirmed as the thing poked around inside her, waking Tight from his own rest.
"What's going on? Why am…" Tight felt Sugar pull from his body, and the previous evening's events fell upon his mind like a brick. The feeling of emptiness struck him as a little unfair, it left him wanting more of his wife, though, so he wasn't going to actually complain.
"It… it's doing something inside me!" Sugar climbed to her hooves and tried to flex her muscles to expel the intruder in her ass. "Get it out, try pulling on—" Her eyes flew open wider when something shoved against her vulva. "There is another!" She was too slow in dealing with it, and the bulb-tipped vine shoved inside her body.
Tight was at a loss, he spun to glare at the vine. "If you hurt my friends I will come down here with fire and burn you out!" He stomped a hoof. "If you are… I don't think you want to hurt us, you haven't really actually done that. Be gentle…"
Sugar's forelegs wobbled under her, and she stumbled a few steps. The bulb inside her vagina worked deeper and deeper, pressing at her cervix and with another push—and a complete lack of any pain—past it. She gasped and was about to sink to the floor when Tight dove under her. "What are you doing?"
"Keeping you from belly-flopping on rocks." Tight braced, supporting Sugar's weight on his back. Memories of the previous night flowed into his thoughts, of this situation almost exactly mirroring their sexual activities. He told himself he wasn't in control, but Tight certainly was as he turned himself, lining his body up under Sugar's.
"You—ugh it's so deep—you really want to be there, my Cupcake?" Sugar rocked her hips from side to side. Rock hard from the probing against something very sensitive in her rear, Sugar's shaft slapped against Tight's folds a few times. "Buck this…" Stopping to line up, Sugar pushed forward.
Tight's eyes widened as both his sopping wet vulva and his tail-hole were invaded. Squirting slick goop in as it thrust, a thick vine matched Sugar's shaft inch-for-inch. Every inch of his body submitted into the delicious sensation of being doubly filled, and his earlier anger at the plant evaporated.
As Sugar rocked against Tight's body, she felt the plant doing something deep inside her; she felt no pain at the intrusions, but there was a sense of "change" about what it was up to. 'I can't stop it, it doesn't feel bad…' She sped up her bucking, driving her maleness deep into Tight, and was still unaware that she was sharing her husband with the plant.
With his own pleasure growing greater by the second, Tight arched his back and shoved his rear firmly up and into Sugar's thrusts. Every time her hips slammed into his rump, Tight gave a little gasping-groan of delight. The waves of pleasure from each thrust seemed to speed up, each causing a rising rush of pleasure to build inside him. Tight had experienced the pleasure this way before—just the previous night—and he found himself enjoying every second of it.
Sugar's shaft was suddenly clamped down tightly inside Tight, she gave a little grunt of surprise before instinct drove her to shove as hard as she could. Tingly-heat spread from a spot inside her; an odd sensation growing out from it, and pushing down her shaft. "I love you." She managed to growl the words out around clenched teeth, but then her climax came.
A hot rush of liquid deep inside his feminine depths shoved Tight over the edge, dragging his orgasm out and stealing moans from his lips. The closeness of the love of his life erased any of the strangeness of the plant being inside him. Everything felt good as he coasted on the tidal wave of ecstasy.
Tight noticed movement beside them, and looked to see Patched Scrape bucking her hips. He watched with a silly grin upon his lips as she worked her body into a fury pace, and after a few sharp thrust she stopped moving again.
"It is doing it to them, too." Sugar nuzzled at Tight's mane and neck, but kept one eye on Patched. "How long did I take?" The tentacle-like vines inside Sugar still twitched and moved a little, but in her post-orgasmic state she was ignoring them.
"I have a plant doing Celestia-knows-what in my backside, and you just finished serving me that monster you call a penis…" Tight blushed a little at the lewd words he used. "… and you want me to think about how long you took to change?"
"It really isn't hurting us." Sugar gave a slow squeeze at the lengths inside her body. "I wonder what it is doing." She felt a twitch, then another, then both tendrils started squirming and pulling at her. "Oh calm down!" Her sharp words halted the movement. "That's better. Slowly, please."
"Did it actually listen to you?" Tight tried to turn to look at what was going on, but his wife's nethers were hidden by both their bodies. What is it doing?"
"Pulling out… hold onnnnnn." Sugar moaned as both shapes pulled fully out of her. She turned to see what they looked like, and found the bulb-ended one no longer had the bulb attached. "I think it planted something else in me." Reaching carefully backwards with one forehoof, Sugar felt the slight bump of her lower belly.
"What the BUCK?!" Double Diamond's head was finally released and he was ready to freak out. "Tight, what…" He trailed off as he saw the state of the married couple. "Tight? Sugar?" Seeing his best friend mounted by that friend's wife was a little odd, but when the pair decoupled and Sugar revealed a heavy shaft hanging under her, he felt darkness close in all around. "I don't—"
"He fainted…" Sugar walked gingerly over to the white stallion. On a hunch she reached under his tail and felt his scrotum.
"What are you doing, Sugar?" Tight was still tethered by the vine in his rear, locked in place as it did stuff inside him. "You can't… Oh! Checking to see if it… Did it?" His sentences were all broken as revelations hit him.
"Yeah, one big lump, like you were." Sugar released Double's modified testicle and left him to some modesty. "When he comes to, he is going to need a mare." The words got Tight's attention, she spotted his ears tuck back tightly. "I think Patched will take longer… one of us needs to—"
"Why don't you use your magic? Give him a nice grip to buck into." Tight grinned at his wife. "Like old times?"
"I told you that to be honest! I don't give magic-jobs anymore… except maybe to you." Sugar blushed hotly and licked her lips. "But I guess it wouldn't be so bad. The poor thing is going to have more to get used to soon."
"Don't forget yourself." Tight walked forward gingerly, the tentacle in his rear still showing no sign of releasing its grip in him. "I saw you playing with it." He noticed the moment the vine got tight.
"You shouldn't watch!" Sugar used her magic to pick Double Diamond up, carrying him closer to Tight.
"But I like to watch you do it." Blushing to within an inch of his life, Tight turned to face away from Double. "Are you sure he is going to be that way? What if it did something different to him?' He looked back at his unconscious friend.
"Are you sure you want me to catch him?" Sugar looked to her husband, a naughty smile pulling at her lips. "I mean, he doesn't look as big as me, I am sure he would—"
"Sugar." Tight turned to gaze into his wife's eyes. "I can only think of one reason to give me mare bits and you stallion bits. If it comes right down to it, and this plant wants us all getting pregnant, I want to have your foal."
Sugar's eyes went wide. Her brain had been working around the heavier questions of their situation, but now her clever husband had shoved her snout in it, and in a way that tickled every part of her. "I love you so much right now, Tight Squeeze."
"I love you too, Sugar Belle." Tight was gazing at Sugar, but noticed when Double Diamond stirred. "Okay, I think he is waking up."
Double looked up at the voices that buzzed around his head. "Tight? Sugar?" An ache in the back-half of his body stole his attention and he gave a groan. Something felt really good, really right, and really ready. Blinking his eyes, Double Diamond looked up at the puffy folds of a mare. "T-T-Tight?"
"Yup, he is going to do it. Hold on." Sugar sparked her horn to life and felt more than the usual rush of power. Her eyes widened, and she had to clamp down on the rush.
Climbing to his hooves, Double was awestruck by his best friend's obviously female body parts. "Tight? What happened? Is this what it did to you?" He was rock hard and ready for a mare, and the only one he could think about was the stallion before him. Leaning forward, he inhaled the scent of Tight's wet entrance; the smell of male musk was blended with female. The tendril that disappeared into Tight's tail-hole didn't even bear thinking about.
When Double climbed up onto his back, Tight gave a soft groan and fluttered his wings. "Don't go too hard there, DD." But no sooner had Tight said it than Double slammed forward. Tight felt his friend's shaft push under his belly, but Double showed no hint that he had missed his target.
Sugar had her magic wrapped around Double Diamond's shaft, keeping it well away from her husband's tender folds, giving it squeezes in all the right places. 'Well it's not like letting him really enjoy it makes it bad, right?' Her thought made her giggle, and as she walked up beside Tight she leaned in and nuzzled his cheek. "I love you, you wonderful stallion."
"If I am your stallion, then why does this feel so good?" Tight nuzzled Sugar back, kissing her lips while Double Diamond worked out his needs on Tight's back. "He is really getting into this…"
Double Diamond was in a whole other world. He was riding Night Glider and he felt amazing. His pleasure built and with no attempt at restraint, he unloaded into the clutching depths under him. He lost himself in the fantasy and in the pleasure as he bucked and unloaded. His mind swirled and spun, and he looked down and had a moment of confusion; far from the white mane and azure coat of Night Glider, he saw the pink fur and green mane of his best friend. "T-T-Tight?!"
Tight ducked out from under Double, sidling towards the plant—since he was still tethered. "Calm down, Double. You didn't—"
"I am so sorry! I didn't know what I was doing! The plant it… it made me want…" As he trailed off, Double was wrapped in a hug from Tight. "What… I am so sorry Tight!"
"It's okay DD. Calm down!" Tight hugged his friend, squeezing the big stallion warmly. His own urges sparked a little at the closeness, but with all the sex recently he was able to ignore it. "You didn't do anything."
"But I practically raped you!" Double tried to pull away, until he noticed a huge stain on the cave floor beside him. Being a stallion living alone, he knew what a semen stain was, but why it was where they had just had sex he couldn't fathom.
"That was me." Sugar intruded on their little moment. "We remembered what Tight was like when he first got out of that," she pointed at the plant, where Patched was still being attended to, "and figured you would do the same. You mounted Tight, but…" She was blushing too much, and couldn't finish because of the embarrassment.
"She gave you a magic-job." Tight booped his friend on the snout. "You just jacked off to relieve some pent-up pressure, was all." He let go of Double and backed off so he had some room.
Double stared between unicorn and pegasus. "Okay everypony, hold on. Let me think." His brain ground at the problem, trying to break it down to something he could actually deal with. "I came up here looking for what had you so spooked—since you weren't going to tell me about it—and that," he pointed a hoof at the plant, "grabbed me. It did… It did something really strange, and now I am super horny." Both ponies nodded to him, despite him not intending it as a question. "So now I am free, what happens?"
"You seem to have been tr—" Tight cut off as a sharp pressure—almost like pain—blossomed in his rear. The tentacle quickly pulled out of him and he sank to the ground. "Oh buck…"
All thoughts of what the plant had done to him faded in an instant, as Double Diamond watched his friend collapse. "Are you, like, okay?"
"Just wasn't ready for that." Tight turned and glared at the plant. "I might just lay here for a while." Folding his legs comfortably, Tight closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When neither Sugar nor Double took up the conversation thread, he continued. "So, it took out your balls—but!" He had to cut in before Double managed to freak out. "It put one back, or so I think. It also put other stuff in you."
Looking from his friend to the stain, Double felt some confusion rising. "So it took one away from me and I am more horny?"
"Yeah… about that. The horniness drops to no desire if there are no other…" Tight fumbled for a word. "… breeders. I felt pretty horrible. But the moment Sugar got done, wow it was full steam ahead."
"It gives mares a dick?" Double blushed, but managed to gesture at Sugar.
"Seems like it." Sugar Belle gave her husband a little grin. "And we are pretty sure that is where his other ball went." She wiggled her plot for emphasis.
Double started to put the facts together again, his face pulling into a frown as he came up with something. "So I can't get horny without you there?" He looked between Sugar and Tight.
"Or Doctor Patched." Sugar gestured to the other unicorn, the mare still trapped in the plant's embrace. "You could ask Night Glider if she wants to come down. I bet you two could get really close then."
"I couldn't!" Double Diamond took a step backwards. "And what would she do with… with that!" He pointed at Sugar's shaft.
"Well…" Tight waved a hoof in the air and fluffed his wings. "You know how I have a… vulva?" He didn't get any further, Double Diamond passed out again, but this time Sugar Belle managed to catch him as he went down. "Maybe he needs to calm down a bit first?"
Patched stood slowly on wobbling legs; she wasn't an old mare by any sense of the imagination, but with what she had just been through anypony would have rickety legs. The plant pulled back from her head releasing its final tether to her. She drew in a great breath of fresh air and tried to yell, only for her hoarse voice to give out nothing so much as a groan.
"You are free? Tight, what time is it?" Sugar Belle walked over to the doctor, heedless of the vines of the plant—that seemingly ignored her right back. "How are you feeling, Patched?" A glance revealed Patched Scrape was now similarly equipped to Sugar.
"Free? Oh…" Patched groaned again, her body feeling hot and flush. "Yes, free… it appears this plant is somewhat resistant to magic." She shook herself to try to shake out the strange feeling of need.
Sugar lifted a foreleg and gave the doctor a hug. "I tried to stop it, but it… well… you might want to look underneath your belly." Not realizing it, Sugar found herself feeling warm towards the doctor.
Dipping her head down and looking backwards, Patched froze at what she saw. "But I am a mare…" She stared at the shaft in confusion, then jerked her head up to look at Sugar Belle. "I am a mare, how could I have a penis?" She felt the heat inside peak and without thinking, leaned closer to Sugar and kissed the other mare.
"Doctor Patched!" Tight rushed over to the aid of his wife and tried to insert himself between the two mares. "Doctor, you need to get a hold of yourself!" Before Tight realized it, his own lips were pressed to Patched's, as the doctor pressed her claim on him instead.
"You all need to just calm down and give her some room, everypony." Double Diamond didn't trust himself at all, he was standing on the other side of the cave—well away from the plant. "Tight, go and stand by the entrance. Sugar, move over to that alcove over there." He pointed to the places, but when the doctor moved to follow Sugar, he knew he had a problem. "Patched Scrape!"
Patched blinked at her name being yelled. She looked at Double Diamond and blinked. "Huh?" Without either Sugar or Tight nearby, she started to think a little clearer, although she could still feel that new shaft swing a little under her, achingly hard. "Oh! It must make us produce pheromones!" She smiled at the thought. "And react to them. This is intriguing, it was such a strong compulsion…"
"Hey, you're lucky. When it did me there was nopony like me around. Things were a lot different." Tight gave a huff. "We need to stop ponies getting in here, we need to… to…" He felt a pull within him, more a gentle nudge. "It really didn't hurt us, though."
"Yeah, I… I guess it isn't that bad, once you get used to it." Sugar Belle's eyes locked on Tight's, and they both smiled at each other.
Patched stared between the two, then looked at Double Diamond. "Can you believe this?" She waved a hoof at the married couple, who started walking to each other. "Clearly it is having an effect on their minds!"
"I just want to get out of here." Double Diamond lifted a hoof up and rubbed at his mane. "I don't know how I will explain this to Night… wait!" Everypony turned to stare at Double. "Our date!" His heart thudded in his chest as he galloped for the exit. There was light coming in from outside as Celestia lowered her sun.
"Well that just happened." Patched turned from staring at the dust cloud that Double kicked up with his hasty exit, to look at Sugar and Tight. The couple were kissing in a very intimate way, and if it weren't for her worry about the plant's intentions, Patched would have just left them to it. "You two!"
The shout broke through to Sugar first, then Tight. "What's the matter?" Tight Squeeze lifted a wing up and put it around Sugar's shoulders.
"Come on, I need to examine you both a lot more closely." Patched started walking for the same exit Double used, shuddered, and stopped. "How do you get used to this thing?" She gestured under her belly with a hoof. "It just… It juts out and won't go down!"
"Well, yeah." Sugar Belle snuggled as she walked beside Tight, rolling her shoulders into the feathery-soft grip of his wing. "You need to take some of the heat out of him, give him somewhere nice and tight to explore." She spread her smile into a wide, cheesy grin.
"Are you flirting with Patched?" Tight looked into the mischievous eyes of his wife. There was no accusation in his words, he was comfortable enough with Sugar to not worry about her chasing other ponies.
"Not really." Sugar leaned over and kissed Tight. "Just making some bad jokes." She paused and looked at him. "Unless you want me to?" She froze, her own heart racing at how forward the question had been. Panic raced through her body, and Sugar started to stammer. "I-I-I mean I don't want, I just… this horniness is a bit too much to handle!"
Tight hugged his wife. "We will talk about that later. First, Doctor Patched wants to examine us both." He nuzzled Sugar's cheek until she kissed him firmly. Melting against the love of his life, Tight Squeeze felt his body heat up again.
"You two are incorrigible!" Patched started to stalk over to the couple to pull them apart, but then remembered her last reaction to each. Halting in her tracks, she gave an impotent grunt. "Just… just follow me!" She spun around and marched for the exit.
"Later?" Tight only had eyes for Sugar, and stared into her own orbs in the dim light of the cave.
"Definitely later." Sugar smiled, kissed Tight on the nose, and turned to start following the doctor. She couldn't hold back a giggle as they both began their walk. "Should you tell her, or should I?"
Tight was more than a little distracted by Patched's flagging tail, and the sight it afforded him. "Uh… you…"
"Patched!" Sugar Belle trotted forward, her own eyes drawn to watch the doctor's puffy folds. "You… you need to cover up, dear." She tried to be as gentle with her words as she could, but the distracting sight was messing with her ability to speak. In the end, Sugar just pointed at Patched's plot.
"What do you mean?" Patched followed the pointing hoof, turning her head and then blushed. "What is it doing to me?!" She mentally got a grip on the offending muscles and pulled her tail across and down again. "This is insufferable!"
"The sex is pretty amazing, though." Sugar couldn't believe the things she was saying, and blushed more still. "I am not really sorry I said that, it is, but I need to try to keep my mouth closed…"
"I like your mouth being open." Tight Squeeze hugged Sugar tight with his wing as they left the cave into the night air. "Wait, didn't we come here at night time?" He looked to Sugar, then the doctor.
"We did," Patched led the way towards Our Town, and her home, "but that plant clearly needed to do something that took a while. So, just to get this straight, when you were changed at first, you didn't feel like this towards others?"
"The opposite! I couldn't get excited for sex at all. But then my little Sugar changed too." Tight had completely given up on trying to keep from nuzzling and kissing Sugar whenever he thought of her.
"Very interesting. This must be triggered by more pheromones!" Patched ignored the swaying weight under her belly and soldiered on. "And now you seem to both have your inhibitions lowered. When did that start?"
"Inhe-what?" Tight looked to Sugar. "Do you know what that means?" When Sugar shrugged too, he turned back and almost plowed right into Patched Scrape's plot. "Oh…" He blinked at the once-more exposed vulva. "Y-Y-Your tail…"
Patched turned to see what Tight was talking about, and saw both he and Sugar were staring at her, just inches from her body. "We are here. And inhibitions are the natural instincts to not do something you probably shouldn't." She opened the door and charged inside. In the back of Patched's mind, though, she heard a betraying little voice that begged for either of the couple to "catch" her.
"You should have licked her." Sugar nudged Tight, and then giggled at what she said.
"What? Why me?" Tight booped Sugar on the snout. "You should have licked her."
"Nopony is licking me!" Patched glared between Tight and Sugar. "This is getting crazy. Can you two… can you please separate?" She pointed to opposite sides of the room, but neither pony made the effort to part. "Please?"
"The thing is, Doc, we are really worked up after what happened in the cave… can we have a little break before you start?" Tight had to struggle to keep a straight face with his wife giggling beside him. "We won't take long, I promise!"
"You might not…" Sugar's giggling only subsided for a few moments before she lots it again. "We really should get this over with, she probably won't let us have a quick…" she held her hoof up before her face in mock secrecy, "sex break."
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Double Diamond galloped all the way back to his house, only to find a distinctive pegasus mare waiting at his front door. "N-Night Glider!"
"Yes, 'Night Glider,' " Night Glider glared at Double Diamond. "Where have you been, Double D?" She stepped down from the porch of the little house and gave Double a hug.
"It… it's a long story." Double felt a measure of normality sink in. Night Glider was every bit just a regular pegasus, and they had intended to have dinner together. "Come on inside, hopefully nothing is ruined."
Night watched her friend shuffle inside, and followed after him. "Look, if it is about getting caught up skiing and forgetting about the dinner until just now…" Night inhaled to continue, but was cut off before she could tell him it didn't matter.
"It's not just that. There is something really freaky in the cave just outside of town. Tight Squeeze started acting really strange, then Sugar Belle too. I remembered him saying he was going to investigate it just before he started acting odd." Double walked through to his kitchen and checked his refrigerator.
"If you were doing something for a friend, DD, it is really okay." Night took a seat at the table. "I know you love your skiing, and you love this town even more. If you had to go spelunking to help a friend—"
"There is this plant in the cave." Double lifted out the bottle of fine jacked apple cider he had gotten for them to share. "It… it grabbed me and did whatever it did to Tight." He opened the bottle and took a sharp pull from it.
Seeing Double needed to talk a little more seriously than she had first thought, Night got up and fetched two glasses for them to share. "What did it do to him? You said he started acting strange?" She didn't add that Double was acting pretty strange himself.
Closing his eyes, Double saw a mental image of Tight Squeeze's vulva, and trembled. "It made him… and will make me… into a mare!" He poured a double measure of the strong liquid into the glass and gulped it down.
Night grabbed the bottle from her friend and poured a single measure back into each glass. She had to hold down her first instinct of calling the claim stupid. "What do you mean?"
"I mean he has mare bits now!" Double pulled a chair out and sank onto it. "Well, he has both sets, but I don't want that to happen to me!"
Soft, feathery cuddles really were the best thing ever, and Night wrapped Double Diamond in one of the best. She reached out with the wing not cuddling Double, and pulled her glass over—she downed it without a pause. "So he is freaking out too?"
"What?" Double Diamond blinked down into his drink. "I mean, he is… he seems mostly okay with it. He and Tight looked really close." Mentioning the pair, Double's mind turned back to how they got him "relief" earlier. He blushed enough that his white fur turned red.
"Do they need your help?" The moment she said it, Night knew something else was the matter. She quickly poured another measure of liquid courage each. "Tell me."
"The plant did its thing to me and… and when it let me go I couldn't stop myself. I… I mounted Tight!" Double downed the drink, taking the burn of the liquid down his throat as his punishment. "S-S-Sugar made sure nothing happened, but Tight has those… those mare parts. I couldn't stop myself!"
Night didn't know what to do or say at first; the Double Diamond she knew wouldn't have done such a thing. "Are they alright? Are you alright?"
Double turned to look directly at Night, and while he didn't receive the urgent stab of need that he had at first, he felt a desire for her that seemed amplified by their closeness. "Tight had woken up in the same way, and said he knew what I would need. Sugar… used her horn…"
"Sounds like they helped you a lot. What would you have done if they hadn't been there to… to help?" Night felt one of Diamond's forelegs sneak up and around her withers, and despite the topic she cuddled in a little closer.
"Helped me?" Double mused on the matter as Night squirmed against him. Between his back legs, his shaft surged at the nearness, and he felt a desire for her that now rivaled that he had felt back in the cave. When a soft hoof touched his shaft, however, he almost pounced on Night.
"You have more to work off, or so it seems." Night stroked up and down the length with her hoof. "Come on stud; I might not have a horn, but I can promise you that this will feel really good." She took a glance down to what she was working with, and gasped.
"It made me a bit bigger, too." Double was fighting his urges to grab at Night and mount her. The feel of her soft frog sliding up and down him had him closing his eyes. "N-N-Not here…"
"Then lead the way to your bedroom." Night drew her wing back from Double, and slipped under his foreleg. She giggled at the shell-shocked look on his face, and Night waited for Double Diamond to recover his senses.
"Oh yeah. Right." Double walked past Night, every ounce of his self-control warring to keep him from jumping on her. Once past, he walked through to his bedroom, ears turned to listen to Night's hoofsteps following him.
"Up on the bed." Night pulled the door closed behind her. "And on your back." She ruffled her wings and let them hang a little loosely, moving her hips side to side a bit as she walked over to Double. "Eager." Night brought her hoof back up and stroked Double's long shaft, stopping at his bulging sack. "Did something here?" She rubbed where his balls should have been tenderly.
Pleasure exploded in Double and he arched his spine. "Y-Yes!" Her hoof didn't leave his scrotum, gently working over the oddly sensitive part.
"Well, you certainly seem to be enjoying it. What about this?" Extending her wing, Night Glider gently curled the tips of her feathers around the hefty member. As she gave him his first little squeeze, Night noticed Double's hips buck up into her grip. "Very eager, but you need to just relax, let me take care of your not-so-little problem." She pressed down with her hoof, applying the pressure to his sack.
Fighting his need, Double Diamond struggled to uncurl his spine and lower his hips. The moment his croup hit the bed he felt a more firm pressure of Night's frog on his scrotum. Then her wing moved and the whole world melted away. Rocking his head back, Double gave a deep groan as the soft, tight feathers worked up and down his length, working him quickly into a repeat of what happened with Tight and Sugar.
"Wow…" Night watched as the stallion sprayed a quick load up and over his barrel, but his stiff shaft didn't show any sign of flagging. "This plant gave you some stamina, too?" She started over again, stroking his length as best she was able, making sure to give an extra little squeeze around his medial ring.
Double was almost blind with pleasure. He stared up at the ceiling and grunted, groaned, and moaned his way through three full climaxes by Night Glider's amazing wing. The pressure around his shaft faded, however, and he blinked a few times and tried to focus on her. But he could work out what was going on until she landed on top of him.
Night looked down at the huge shaft pressed to her chest. "Okay, you all good back there DD?" She waited a moment, and was about to ask again when his tongue ran up her folds. "That's a yes…" She sighed and leaned down to nuzzle and lick at the base of Double's shaft.
He didn't care that Night wasn't going to let him mount her, Double was perfectly okay with what she was doing, and where she was laying. He worked his tongue a little deeper, the smell of her driving his senses into a little hurricane of delight.
The mare didn't even stop to think why she had gone this far with her coltfriend, nor why she did it after him admitting he was infected by some strange plant.
"Honey," Sugar Belle was enjoying her sleep-in with Tight Squeeze, but her attention was drawn to her belly as she started to roll over to snuggle him more, "do I look fatter to you?" She meant the question without the usual connotations, and poked Tight when he tried to ignore it. "I mean it, my belly feels… larger, and I can feel a solid bump in there."
"I am sure that the stallion-mare agreement of oh-three actually forbids this question." Despite his objection, Tight Squeeze reached over and gently rubbed Sugar's belly. Making sure to press gently, he certainly could feel the bump, and could see something else happening. "Love, don't look now, but something else is going on."
"What?" Sugar curled up as much as she could, and looked down her body. "Ohhh…" Her words trailed off into a groan as Tight began to stroke her growing erection gently. "You are a tease…" She leaned sideways and nuzzled his cheek.
Tight stroked slowly, trailing his hoof down to rub all the way to Sugar's vulva. "Oh, so I am just teasing, am I?" Focusing on his love for Sugar, and promising himself that it wasn't just because it felt really good, Tight Squeeze rolled slowly to his back and bunched his hind-legs up.
"You show me every day why marrying you was the best decision of my life." Sugar Belle rolled towards Tight, mounting him with ease and pressing her hard shaft between them. "But I want to make absolutely sure you are still okay with this?"
"It was only your tenderness that got me to try the first time. Sugar Belle, I would not want to offer my back to any other pony." The words were natural and easy to say, because Tight meant every one. A brief pang of memory, of Double on his back, sprung up.
"What's wrong?" Sugar paused before starting the main event. Leaning closer to nuzzle Tight, she gave a soft whine. "My little Plum, what is wrong?"
"I can't get the image of Double Diamond out of my head." Tight couldn't look away from Sugar, not with her atop him like this.
Sugar put her libido on pause. "You didn't want to help him?"
"No, it isn't that. You were right. But it felt good…" Blushing hotly, Tight had to squeal when Sugar nuzzled and kissed him. "I mean it. It felt really good to have him on me, to have you close as well."
"It was meant to be a one-time deal." Sugar raised a hoof to gently boop her husband. "But if you wanted to invite him in, I would not object." The look of surprise on Tight's face had Sugar giggle. "It is up to you. I asked something of you, you may ask something of me. You remember our vows, of course?"
"To love and cherish, to trust and find accord?" Tight rolled, tangling the bedclothes up around their tails, until he was atop Sugar. "But not that, not until we are… we are back in somewhere that is stable." He leaned forward, dragging both their shafts along the other's belly.
Sugar's eyes widened as she felt her shaft slide down until it pressed into Tight's folds. She looked up at her husband in wonder, and moaned aloud when he began to lean back.
The sense of control being on top gave Tight more confidence. He slowly pushed backwards, taking inch after inch of Sugar inside those aching new depths. A glance down revealed Sugar with her eyes closed, mouth open; Tight leaned in and kissed her.
Her eyes snapping open as at the kiss, Sugar Belle groaned into Tight's mouth and accepted his probing tongue as a matter of course. The intensity of her husband taking control, as a mare would, made her body rock hard inside him. When his bottom finally pressed down into her groin, she trembled all over.
Tight relaxed his back legs and just rested in place. "I could get used to this." It was impossible for him to keep a smile off his face as he admitted how good it felt to be filled. "To feeling you this much. To know you are enjoying it along with me." Clutching down on muscles a stallion shouldn't have, Tight coaxed a groan from Sugar. "Like that."
Sugar laughed in delight, squirming under her stallion and feelt as he massaged her within his silken depths. "You are a terror, Tight Squeeze…" Her eyes widened, and a sudden fit of giggles overcame her. "Tight Squeeze! Your name makes so much sense now!" Without thinking about it, she bucked upwards with her hips.
"You know you have just made it impossible to say my name around our friends without remembering this, haven't you?" Tight coaxed his muscles into squeezing again and again, the pattern becoming almost like an exercise. Leaning forward, he slipped up and almost completely off Sugar while he clutched as tight as he could.
Unable to complain about the new word association, Sugar resigned herself to giggling more at the joke she had made. Something squirmed around her tail, but although it seemed like the right place for her husband's tail, the way it coiled tightly proved it was not his normal equine dock. Opening her mouth to tell him, she could only groan in pleasure as Tight pushed back onto her.
Tight built a rhythm up, rocking his body and joining them in the dance of eternity. The difference between sex-on-top as a mare, and as a stallion was significant, but Tight had learned a certain amount of flexibility of thought lately. Rocking his body again and again, he watched Sugar constantly, and adored the way she seemed to squeal and whimper with each movement.
Sugar's world fell in on itself as a lightning storm boiled around in her groin. She knew exactly what was coming, and soon it would be her. Ignoring the odd tail-thing that was pulling her dock with each movement Tight made, she locked lips with her husband in a tight kiss. The pleasure became too much, and Sugar Belle's body erupted in pleasure.
The wet rush of heat deep inside Tight Squeeze was all his body needed to tip over the edge. Unable and unwilling to pull away from their kiss, he shouted into his wife's lips. The feel of Sugar's shaft pulsing caused more rushes of pleasure, and the heat borne into him by her seed made him curl his hooves up in bliss.
Measuring its time, the world marched on outside, but try as it might it could not disrupt the lovers from their joining and embrace. Tight Squeeze was slumped down against Sugar Belle, letting his wife support him while they both basked in the pleasure-filled eternity that existed after their bodies were sated.
Sugar stared up at Tight, remembering all the wonderful moments together, and found herself thanking the plant for its "gifts" that let them share this one. The thought made her smile a little, and wonder how many other ponies might find such moments as a result of it. A gentle tug on her tail drew her attention away from contemplation, and she gave a little hiccup of surprise. "T-T-Tight!"
"What's wrong?" Tight Squeeze jerked a little at his wife's yell and squirming. "Are you alright? Sugar?"
"Your tail, Tight! What is going on with your tail?!" Sugar's eyes widened when, instead of squirming around her own—less agile—tail, Tight's apparently hairless length pushed into her vagina. Filled, and filling, Sugar felt the intruder squirm only a little, hitting the pleasurable places inside her, and causing her to shove upwards.
Tight squealed like a filly when Sugar shoved against him, but he could feel something strange now, like somepony had hold of his tail. "What…" He groaned, Sugar apparently wasn't ready to stop thrusting. "Sugar STOP!"
"Then get out of me!" Sugar rolled to her side, pushing at Tight and managing to disengage herself from him, but as she pulled, she didn't realize just how far his tail was inside her. "Okay, I take back nearly everything I just thought about that plant!"
Tight was looking over his shoulder, and gasped. "My tail!"
"Your tail!" Sugar Belle stomped around the bed and used her magic to grab hold of the offending length. "I don't think this is all you anymore, love." It was tricky to grip with her magic, but she felt a strange surge of power within, like she was using a lot more "oomph" than normal. "Looks like…"
Turning this way and that, Tight finally managed to see what his wife meant when she pulled it to one side. His tail was hairless now, and dark black with softly glowing green lines through it. Focusing, he willed it to be still, but the length thrashed in Sugar's grip more than ever.
"Stop this NOW!" Sugar screamed at the tail, and felt it suddenly stop going crazy. "Right, if you be good I won't yell at you again." She slowly released the length, only for it to hang down and curl up at the tip. "Tell me you are controlling that?"
"I am totally not controlling that." Tight watched the tail sway slowly. "But I am glad it is listening to at least one of us." He looked at Sugar. "What did it do to you?"
Sugar blushed. "If you must know, it has now been somewhere only my husband and… and one other plant… has been." She nodded matter-of-factly. "And if it is really good, and plays nice, it might get to go back there. If it is good." She reached a hoof up to gently stroke the tail.
A shiver ran from Tight's tail all the way up to his neck. "Okay, this just got weird again. Plant, we were just starting to enjoy your… gifts… but now you had to do something else?" He flicked his wings and ruffled them in annoyance. "I honestly can't control it at all."
"Then what is? The plant?" Sugar ran her hoof up from the tip to where Tight's flesh met the black and green mass. Parting his fur around the spot, she could see a smooth transition from pony to plant, with no obvious join. "This is amazing." She gave that transition a good rub with her hoof, and realized she had apparently found the "off switch" for both pony and tail.
Tight slumped to the bed and arched his back, eyes locked on the ceiling. He could see the tip of his new tail arched up from his rear, curling in a compliment to his own arc and forming a circle in the air. Inches from the tip of his own tail, he could clearly smell his wife's scent on it. "P-P-Please don't stop that…"
"Stop what? This?" Sugar got her magic involved, rubbing and itching at the strange flesh for all she was worth. It was a full five minutes before she stopped, and when she did both stallion and tail flopped limply to the bed. "There, that should keep you both distracted while…" Her eyes fell on the mirror in their room, and she saw her slight bulge was now more pronounced. "Odd, but if a little one is growing that fast… I won't actually complain."
Trotting from the bedroom, Sugar made her way into the kitchen and reached to turn the oven on. She froze as her magic surged, and she snapped it off before she tore the controls off her oven. "Alright… that hasn't happened since I was a filly…" Crossing her eyes, Sugar Belle looked up at the tip of her horn. "You get to have a rest, I don't want to mess with you until I can do it on something less breakable." Walking up to her big oven, Sugar turned it on and got it pre-heating.
Tight dozed off, his thoughts drifting to crazy plants, strange tails, but eventually settling on his wife. The dream turned into quite a good one, although the Sugar Belle of his dreams now had a penis too, and he was perfectly happy about it. The smell was—as usual since marrying and moving in with a mare who had baking as her special talent—the first thing to pull him from his subconscious' embrace. "Mmm." He lifted his snout, pushed it forward, and his legs followed.
"There you are?" Sugar Belle had oven-mittens on her forehooves while she set down the second tray of cupcakes. "And now I know that it isn't your refractory period that knocks stallions out like that." She giggled at the end of her joke.
"Ha, ha." Tight kept following his snout all the way to the tray, but a mitten lifted and batted his chin upwards to connect with Sugar's in a kiss. He could taste both batter and a finished muffin in her mouth, and closed his eyes to explore more. The kiss lingered on and on, and just as he was starting to wonder if the plant had done something to let them kiss without the need to breathe, a loud knocking on the back door interrupted the embrace.
"Hey! Tight! Let us in!" Double Diamond's voice came from the back door of the house.
"Your friend." Sugar stuck her tongue out at Tight and started lifting the cupcakes from the trays to cool. "If you take your time you can all have a treat."
Opening the door, Tight saw Double Diamond and Night Glider, although the latter had a dopey-happy grin on her face. "Come in, please. Sugar was just making some cupcakes." He stepped back, and couldn't help but grin as his best friend walked past with a blanket over his back; Tight knew what he was hiding.
"Thanks Tight, I don't know what to do!" Double moved nervously into the kitchen and slunk to the corner furthest away from Sugar Belle. Night Glider followed him, smiling at him with a slightly distracted flatness to her eyes. With the door closed, he dropped to his belly on the floor. "She has been like this since we woke up!"
Sugar looked at Night Glider, and set down her cupcakes. "Night, dear, are you alright?"
Night blinked a few times and lay down beside Double Diamond. "I am wonderful…" She leaned against Double and nuzzled his neck.
"See!" Double shook his head. "And if I stood up and took the blanket off, she would… well, she would try to take advantage of me… but it isn't right!"
Tight breathed a sigh of relief. "Double, you are the nicest stallion I know, and I include myself in that list. Only you would, when under the effect of whatever it is that plant did to us, be able to resist having sex with your fillyfriend."
"Well…" Double blushed hotly, memories of the previous night coming to him in vivid flashes. "We did… well…" His blush got worse, which for a white pony meant it was very obvious. "We did things… fun things…" He kept trailing off, but neither Tight nor Sugar seemed inclined to interrupt him, so he kept rambling. "We used our mouths, and stuff… but we didn't have… you know… 'sex' sex."
"Do you want to?" Night could feel the fog of lust and need around her, she could sense it affecting her every thought and every action, she just didn't feel like stopping it. "We could if you want." She turned to look at Sugar Belle. "Can we borrow a bed? Or just a spare bit of floor?"
"See!" Double shook his head. "I can't just have sex with her, it would be… it would be bad. She isn't in control, and I don't want our first 'full' time to be like this." The worst part was his penis was achingly hard, like a steel shaft throbbing underneath him.
"Would you like us to take her home?" Tight carried one of Sugar's cupcakes to Night, who after a few moments realized it was food and started to munch on it happily.
Double took his own treat from Sugar's hoof, holding it up to his mouth. "She needs somepony to take care of her, and I don't trust myself to—"
"You just stop right there Double Diamond." Sugar swapped to her "mom voice." At least, it was the voice she planned to use on their foals when they were doing silly things. "You have been infected with something that has, so far, caused ponies to get unbelievably sexually aroused. You went home to find your fillyfriend wanting to play all sorts of naughty games—"
"Very naughty. I want him to ride me for hours!" Night giggled before stuffing more cupcake in her mouth.
"Of course you do, dear." A second cupcake was produced to hopefully keep Night from putting in her "opinion" again. "And you manage to work out what the problem is, not do anything either of you might regret, and you brought her to get help?" Sugar rolled her eyes to Tight. "Double you are the nicest stallion I have ever met, bar one." She kissed Tight on the cheek and passed him a cupcake. "I would suggest you go home, have a nice cold shower, work off any… stress you might have built up, and then take another shower for good measure. Come back after that and see how Night is doing."
"O-Okay…" Double leaned over impulsively and kissed Night on the cheek. "I am going to be back soon, and then we can talk safely!" He got up, pulled the blanket tight around him, and raced out the back door before Night could give chase.
Night gave a whine and leaned down, sniffing the spot where Double had been laying. "What is happening to me? I just felt like I had my heart broken, but he will be back, won't he?"
"Of course he will, dear. Now come on, you get to have a nice shower." Sugar reached a hoof down to help Night up, and the pegasus took it.
Patched examined the cells under her microscope for a moment and then took some more notes. Before her, she had samples of her own cells, each taken from around her body where plant and pony seemed merged. Beside her notes on continued observations of the cells was her new log book, which she was hoping to use to fully document her own changes.
The book had four pages fully filled already, started at "Day -2" and progressed to "Day 1," today. She gave a little squirm as an odd sensation spread through her body, and glancing down between her back lags she looked directly at the bulging sheath. "I still can't believe all this. But it is so exciting to be here as it happens."
Trying to keep her thoughts off what she was about to do, Patched Scrape picked up a special little cup from the bench in her magic. "Come on Patch, just like college. Remember that big hunk Shining Armor?" A smile curled Patched's lips up at the corners, and she quickly set about closing the curtains. Holding the cup, she reached under her belly with her magic and started to coax and tease at the new addition to her anatomy.
She rubbed, and thought of Shining Armor—just like she did when she was a young mare. Closing her eyes, Patched focused on how well defined his muscles were, and how much she wanted to climb on his back and slam her hips into him. Startlement at her turn of thoughts almost derailed Patched, but she stayed the course. After nearly ten minutes of trying, however, she stared down at her completely flaccid and withdrawn shaft. "I am just not getting into this."
A knock at her front door tore Patched back to the present. "Uh, coming!" Her raised voice was quickly followed by a groan. "Whatever Sugar and Tight have, I really have it now. I can't believe that was the first thing I thought…" Clomping her way to the door, the doctor opened it with her magic and froze.
"Hi doc. I need help!" Double Diamond was draped with a blanket still, and rushed in and closed the door in a hurry. "No matter what I do it won't go down. I just took two cold showers and… and…" Double realized he was staring into Patched's eyes, but no matter what he did he couldn't look away from the beautiful depths.
All her problems were gone in an instant, and Patched felt the traitorous penis under her belly practically shoot out and go rock hard. "D-D-D-Double, what is the mating… I mean 'matter'!"
"After we were in that cave, I am horny all the time." Fighting his urges, Double nonetheless advanced on Patched and wuffed his breath out at her. The smell that his sharp nostrils caught told him everything he needed. "Then Night helped me… and now she seems like a sex-crazed zombie…"
Patched's blood was pumping white hot, and she felt her new addition jutting out like a lance underneath her. "You… you can't stop thinking about sex?" With little warning on the matter, Patched was the same way, her body practically vibrating in need. She wanted to climb his back, or have him climb hers—either way would suit her.
Double found himself walking up beside the doctor and turning his head. Sticking his nose under her arched tail, he inhaled her arousal and gave a deep groan.
When Double bit down on her dock, all thoughts of mounting him fled Patched's head. She wanted him on, in and all over her as quickly as possible. "This… this isn't very scientific…" She used what little sense she had left to fetch not just the cup she had prepared, but a second. "Don't be gentle, please."
The words shoved deep into Double Diamond's head, like his shaft was about to shove into Patched, and biting her dock one more time, he mounted her. Everything felt so very right, and without hesitating for a moment Double shoved forward, kicking with his powerful back legs.
Patched's eyes flew wide open, and for a moment her magic wavered. Leaning her head down, the doctor gazed at her own rock-hard shaft. In her head, Shining Armor was atop her for real, and Patched had no trouble stimulating herself now. Every stroke seemed in time with Double's, and when he sped up and grew erratic, so too did her own milking. A bite on the back of her neck pushed Patched over the edge. She screamed her orgasm and started milking at Double's shaft, and unloading her throbbing shaft.
Slumping weakly, unused to dealing with such an orgasm, Patched collapsed to the floor as Double pumped her body full of his seed. Patched lifted her little cup away from herself, and unable to hide her deliriously happy smile, she screwed the lid on. Three times she tried to get words out, while the blossoming warmth inside grew, and on the last she managed to groan and whimper softly. "DD, can you… can you pull out and fill this for me?" She floated the little cup over her shoulder.
Double stared at the cup, his brain not having gotten far past the amazing sex he had just had. "Uh, what?" Or at least he tried to say that, but first he needed to let go of Patched's neck. Then everything started to come back to him. He was meant to be avoiding getting horny by being away from Night, Tight, and Sugar, but instead he had completely lost himself and had sex with the town doctor. He pulled back and off Patched, and out of her as well. "I-I-I'm sorry!"
"Hold on there!" Patched used her magic to reach out and grab Double Diamond, hefting him a few inches off the ground. She took a deep breath. "I don't hold this against you, we didn't do anything two adult ponies can't do together. But I really need you to fill this up." She shoved the cup at Double again.
"But I…" Double stared at the little cup floating before his eyes. "What am I meant to fill it with?" When the doctor rolled her eyes and advanced, Double Diamond reached out and grabbed her head.
Patched had barely a moment before her face was propelled at Double's shaft, and with little choice she opened her mouth and let the still-hard length shove into her mouth. Her magic winked out, and Double landed on the floor with a thump.
"I'm sorry, doc, I don't… I don't…" Words failed double for a few moments, as the apparently talented Patched worked her tongue around his very sensitive length. "I don't think we should be…" His voice was lost for good this time, and all Double could do was buck his hips weakly. The moment of bliss came like a freight train, and Double Diamond arched his back and whinnied like a wild stallion, as his body gave up another load of his seed.
Pulling her head back, Patched caught the first shot on her nose, then the second across her face. The third landed in her mane, but finally the doctor got some of Double's seed into the cup and screwed the lid on. With a still-erupting Double Diamond before her, Patched gave a little shrug and sank her mouth back down around him. It might not have been completely scientific, but she got the samples.
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"So it's all because of the plant?" Night Glider was slumped on a chair, her mane and tail wrapped in warm towels. "It's crazy is what it is, and if I hadn't been so crazy to buck him I wouldn't believe it." She lifted her snout up, and spotted Sugar. Night Glider's nose twitched, and her eyes were drawn to the other mare's belly. Quickly she dropped her eyes again.
"Seems that way, at least it is wearing off dear. Would you like another cupcake?" Sugar Belle had gone into full-on baking mode, but lacking her magic she used more mundane methods for handling the stove and plates. "It is doing all kinds of strange things, but I can honestly say that it hasn't really hurt us, or done anything…" Her mind brought back the times she and Tight had talked about the plant, and how each time it had mostly been either neutral, or enjoying some of its modifications. "Well, it has done things, but they are fun, sometimes."
"Could I see it?" Night saw Sugar's head snap up. "What?" The conversation was keeping her nicely distracted, she sure didn't need to think about Sugar Belle's hard, stiff shaft grinding into her body. "Stupid brain, stop that!" At Sugar's surprised look, Night Glider knew she had to explain. "I can't stop thinking about sex still. It isn't as bad as before, but just looking at you reminds me that you have a…" Night blushed, "a penis, and now that I have said it I really can't stop thinking about it!"
Double Diamond would normally have knocked, but after another cold shower, he didn't want to risk another round of "Pin the doctor to the floor" while they waited for either Sugar or Tight to open the door. The moment he was inside, and seeing that he was surrounded by mares, Double panicked and rushed to the corner, shoving his face against the wood.
Night's lust doubled, and more than doubled. She couldn't pull her eyes away from her coltfriend. The smell of musk was weak, but still on him… and the doctor. At that moment—while her brain put together the fact that Double Diamond had just had sex with Patched Scrape—she found herself sliding from her chair and advancing on Double. "DD… I want you…"
"No you don't!" Sugar Belle grabbed Night Glider with her magic—her magic that was normally barely strong enough to lift a pony off the ground—and nearly flung her to the other side of the room.
"Whoa!" Patched caught the pegasus before she hit the wall. "Let go, Sugar. What are you doing?" She trotted over to Night, and before she knew what was happening she had the dark pegasus' lips pressed to her own in an intimate kiss. Heat filled Patched, and she gave a soft groan of need.
Double stared at the doctor making out with Night. His own arousal flared bright, and all the good work of three cold showers did nothing when it came to a recent "conquest" and his fillyfriend making out.
"Tight! Get your plot down here but keep to the wall, and… and don't go near your friends!" Sugar was still in shock of how easy it had been to lift Night, but trusted her magic enough to soak two dishtowels in water. Tying one over her own snout, she tossed the second to Tight when he entered. "Put this on, fast."
Sugar Belle's voice carried the same tone she used when giving Tight orders in the kitchen, and just as quickly as he would then, he followed the command. At last he spotted Double Diamond and Night Glider in the corner, making out while Patched Scrape climbed on top of Night's back. "Should we stop them?"
"If I use my magic I am liable to rip the house apart by using them as wrecking balls. And if either of us goes close… well, I like keeping you to myself, Tight." Sugar watched the moment the doctor found her mark, as both Night and Patched pulled the silliest faces she had ever seen. "I think this 'attraction' effect might be a bit stronger than we thought."
"You think?" Tight watched as Double mounted Patched, while the doctor kept her thrusting up on Night's back. "Sexy though. Look at them go…" He thought of how much fun it was to be ridden by Sugar, and felt the stirrings of arousal. "Did Night start making anymore sense?"
As she passed a cupcake to Tight, Sugar Belle nodded. "She was talking almost normally, so long as she wasn't looking at me. I think we should take her to the cave—to the plant." She froze, her own words surprising her. "It really wouldn't hurt any of us, I… I have a feeling it doesn't want to, that it wants to be friends."
"Really friendly, if you ask me." Tight Squeeze's mouth salivated at the amazing cake-treat. Chewing slowly, he let the towel fall back down over his mouth when he had popped the last of it in. "So when?"
"When they are done. When she comes to and can think straight." Sugar munched on her own cupcake, and watched as positions changed, and now Double was on Patched's back, while Night sucked the mare's shaft. "How long do you think they will be at it for?" She turned a hungry look to her husband that had nothing to do with food.
"Long enough, that is for sure." Tight walked to the back door and slid the bolt closed. Stepping carefully around the three ponies enjoying each other, he joined Sugar as they headed for their bedroom.
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"Where is Night Glider?" Double Diamond had stuck his head into Sugar and Tight's bedroom, finally too panicked to use any manners. He had woken up expecting to have his fillyfriend at his side, only to find her missing.
"Huh?" Tight yawned, and suddenly wondered how he always managed to end up on the bottom. "She was with you and Patched, wasn't she?" With a groggy head, he gently jostled Sugar to wake her up.
"She's gone! I don't know where she is, c'mon, we have to find her!" Double's hooves pounded as he charged for the back door of the house.
"What's going on? Why are you shouting?" Patched woke up squished in a corner, on the floor, but felt better than she had before in her whole life. Her memories were filled with all sorts of naughty things, and she found herself loving absolutely all of them.
"Night Glider is missing!" Double barely slowed down for the back door, his earth pony might rendering it to kindling. "Night?!"
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Unsure what was going on, Night knew one thing. She needed space to think. Her wings were weak, an odd lethargy in them making them useless, but that didn't worry her, and she attributed it to more of the drug in her lovers' fluids. The word made her grin. Lovers. Two. "I don't know why I am smiling, this is the strangest time of my—" She cut off at the sound of a yapping howl.
Orange glowing eyes watched Night Glider. The cactus 'yote hadn't sunk its roots into real food for a while, and the lone pony looked just right for it. Giving another yap, it watched the mare start to run. It loved to run too. Built leaner than its distant kin, the timber wolves, the cactus coyote was mostly a flat green in color. The creature's hide might have been soft, but it was covered with spines.
"Oh buck. Oh buck. Oh buck!" Night Glider cursed her useless wings, and ran as fast as she could for town. Turning her head to look back at the wooden monster behind her, she said even worse things; she wasn't going to make it to town before it caught up to her.
Easily able to judge that its hunt would be a success, the cactus 'yote kept up its long-limbed lope, eyes never leaving the mare's hindquarters. When its target turned sharply and ran into a cave, it gave a yap of excitement.
"I'm smaller than it… a little. I need to find a crack or a hole to hide in until it gets bored…" Night Glider squinted in the gloom, her night vision hampered by the sunlight she had just left. A dull glow to one side caught her attention, and she turned and didn't think. She charged into the den of the plant.
Turning, Night looked around at the chamber and gasped in surprise. "Is this… is this the plant Double talked about?" She stared at the vines and the bulbs. She screamed as one of the vines shot towards her, the hand-like flower on the end opening as if to grab her.
When the cactus coyote was plunged into darkness, it didn't know what had happened. It yapped into the thing clamped around its head, and felt relaxation already starting to seep into it.
"You… you protected me?" Night was shocked, the plant had grabbed the pouncing cactus 'yote out of mid air, and by the look of the pink gas leaking out around the hand-flower it was drugging it. "Are you… are you going to do that to me, too?" She stepped closer, excitement building. She wanted to be here so much, to fit in with Double and Patched. Just thinking about her new relationship with the town's doctor made Night smile. Then everything went dark.
She didn't panic. Night stood still, and could feel herself growing light-headed. She smiled inside the hand-flower and simply lay down. Something folded over her, closing around her, squeezing and gripping her. Realizing she could feel the body of the coyote pressed to her side—oddly without the pain its sharp spines should cause, Night wondered what the plant was doing, as consciousness fled.
"She's in the cave!" Double Diamond met his friends halfway back to the town. "I saw a huge pod-thing in there. So I pressed up against it and felt a pegasus inside! We have to help her now, everypony!" He was trapped between feeling anxious and heroic. Double wanted to save Night from what his brain was telling him was dangerous, but his libido kept suggesting that maybe she will come out feeling as good as he does.
"Our track record in stopping the plant from doing things isn't…" Tight turned and looked back at his tail, and froze. "… g-g-good." On the tip of his twitching tail, a grasping "hand," like the plant itself had, was growing at the tip. "It seems to do whatever it wants to us."
Sugar watched the direction of her husband's gaze, and reached out a hoof to rub the little gripper on his tail. "At the very least we need to welcome her to the 'club.' So let's go." She started to march past Double, surprising him. "Well?"
"Yeah!" Double liked the intent, but his enthusiasm was dampened at the idea that he couldn't do anything to save Night Glider from the plant's machinations. He turned and stomped off after Sugar Belle. "Will it do this," he gestured to Sugar with a hoof, "to Night as well?"
"That seems to be what it has been doing with all of us so far." Patched joined the two at Double's side, while Tight took Sugar's. "Expect her to wake up disoriented and horny. If the latter is particularly prevalent," the doctor grinned, blushing only a little, "I will make sure she is not lacking for somepony to slake her needs on."
Double had forged such a new connection with the doctor that he immediately felt relief, rather than shock that she would offer. Relief mingled with arousal, as the thought of Night screwing the doctor flashed to Double Diamond's mind. Even trotting towards the cave, he reached out a leg to give the doc a hug. "Thanks…"
Patched Scrape looked up at the bigger pony, and found that despite his acting like a dolt sometimes, she really liked Double Diamond for the honest and plain-spoken stallion that he was. "Anything for…" she huffed a little chuckle, "I guess we are fillyfriends and coltfriends."
"I guess we are." Double gave one more squeeze with his leg before letting Patched go. "Let's go and get our fillyfriend back!"
Patched had to admit that even the silliest thing Double said could be inspirational, he just had a way of making everything a great event. "Alright!" Her gait matched Double's, and side by side they marched to the cave with their friends beside them.
The darkness in the cave was cut twice by Sugar and Patched working together with their magic. Shining their horns, Sugar's seemed nearly twice as bright as she had ever produced before.
"I don't understand what is going on with my magic." Sugar reached a hoof up to gently stroke her horn, and nearly shuddered in pleasure at the touch. Blinking at the lust the simple touch had engendered. "It's like I am gaining my magic all over again."
"Very strange." Patched tried to shield her own eyes from the bright light of Sugar's horn, while examining it. "I can see little patches of black lines just under your velvet." She lifted a hoof and tried to stroke the horn, only for Sugar to jerk back.
"It's… it's alright. I am sure the plant has something planned…" While Sugar wasn't about to let the doctor induce such pleasure in her horn, her mind was already swirling with ideas to try with Tight later. A happy thought helped reinforce the idea that the plant was doing something good, but try as Sugar might, she couldn't locate the threat of her mind it came from. Shrugging it off as just a subconscious thought, she made her way into the plants main chamber.
While Sugar's superior light lit up the chamber brightly, Patched and Double rushed to the big black pod that held a pony-sized shape inside. "That's her, it has to be!" Double wasn't molested by the plant as he neared the pod. Lifting one hoof, he gently stroked the sides.
Patched stepped up beside Double, and without the need to use her horn for light, tried to weave spells that would tell her Night's vitals. "I almost forgot what it was like pushing against the plant's magic resistance." The pod seemed like a black veil to her magic.
"Well, just relax. No point trying to stop it." Tight fluffed his wings a little and feeling happy to be back in a cave. Behind him, his tail lashed around a few times, and he had the oddest sensation of the hand on the end opening and holding something.
"Thank you, dear." Sugar Belle pulled some more of her husband's special treat (shortbread that she baked for him) from the saddlebags she had brought. Passing it over to Tight's tail, it conveniently took hold of it for her. "I don't see why you have so much trouble with your tail, it is a perfect little darling." Closing her bag's flap, she took the two packages of food out and sat down.
"What are you doing?" Double Diamond looked incredulous at his two friends; Sugar and Tight had settled down on the vine-covered floor of the cave and were sharing their breakfast. "Night is still in there!"
"I'll keep an eye on her, Double." Patched Scrape was still working magic at the pod, trying to get her diagnosis spells to bypass the plant's protection. "Eat something, keep your strength up."
Double hated the idea of eating when his fillyfriend was still trapped, but he swallowed his pride. Sitting down beside Tight, he reached for a square of the shortbread. He was about to open his mouth and try some, but just as he took a bite, a warm thought came to him that told him everything would be alright. He chewed thoughtfully, deciding that he had no chance but to trust the plant and that inner voice.
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Night woke from the sleep the plant had induced her into. Feeling strange, she realized part of the problem was the tight plant flesh she was wrapped in. 'I wish I could tell Double and Patched I am safe, they are probably worried sick,' she thought. Slowly, the plant brought her more and more awake, flushing the chemical cocktail it had sedated her with.
With her body feeling oddly different, like a lot of little things had changed, Night got a sense of readiness. Anticipating whatever the plant had planned next, she was not quite ready for having something thick and hard shoved into her rear. Gasping around a tentacle in her mouth, she tried to squirm as the thing pushed deeper and deeper, before suddenly breaking loose inside her.
More time passed, and Night felt herself growing drowsy again. Relaxing in the embrace of the pod, she drifted in and out of sleep while the thing in her rear seemed to slowly grow into her very body.
"It's opening!" Patched dared not look away from the plant as the thing quivered again, and she spotted a surprised, azure colored face poke out of the opening the pod had just made. Still lodged in the mare's mouth, the tentacle that was obviously feeding her air swelled and contracted with each breath. "Now, now. Let her go; she doesn't need this." Patched reached a hoof up and tapped the errant tentacle.
"Thank you…" Night only got the words out after a few panting gasps. Pushing at the opening, she got her white-gray mane out next. "Do I just keep pushing?"
Double Diamond crowded forward. "Night! Are you okay? Did it hurt you? What was it doing inside th—" He stopped as a goop-covered hoof reached up and pressed to his snout.
"Calm down." Night realized her head was clearer than it had been since she had first "sampled" Double Diamond. "Come on plant, let me out. What are you going to do, keep me here forever?" She bunched her muscles and pushed.
"Wow…" Double hadn't moved fast enough, and had been pushed back by Night Glider. Her strength seemed more than a match for his own, despite her slimmer build. "Hey, push against my hoof." He held a limb up and braced with all the rest.
Night was a bit confused, and still only two-thirds "born" from the plant. "Can it wait, DD?" She leaned forward and kissed his hoof, then stumbled and fell forwards against him.
"Hey, she has a tail like mine!" Tight was standing well away, beside Sugar Belle, to avoid any needs Night Glider might have on emerging. Night's tail wasn't exactly like his, it was barely half the length, but had already sprouted a growing bud on the tip. "Almost like mine. Hey Sweets, can you talk to hers?"
Sugar Belle pondered and reached out in the same way she did to Tight's tail, and amazingly Night's new, hairless tail arched up and waved to her. "I think that answers your question?" She gave a cute little wave back to the friendly appendage. A sudden thought hit Sugar Belle, 'What if I am actually controlling them?'
With a thought at the tail, Sugar watched it twitch, and another made it move a bit more. "Alright, this is strange." She tilted her head a little to the side and focused on it. "I think… I think whatever is controlling the tails has something to do with me."
"Well, yeah. They seem to love you." Tight glared back at his tail, but saw the length hanging passively down behind him. As he watched, the tail curled up and arched over his back. Leaning his head directly back, Tight watched the hand on the tip of his tail come closer and closer, then bump against his nose. "Y-Y-Your asking it to do that, right?"
"No." Sugar relaxed her thoughts, and the tail immediately swung back and into a neutral position. "Not… not really. I told it to by thinking about it. Yours seems easier to work with, but I think I can do Night's too."
"So when it is being annoying…" Tight brought his head forward and down again, and looked intently at his wife. If he had to guess her emotions, Tight would have gone with introspective.
"Oh I know I don't control them all the time, not consciously." Sugar was sure of that. She reached a leg out and up, and deliberately didn't think at the tail. The hand lifted, closed into a tight grip, and bopped itself against her hoof.
Night heard her two closest friends talking about her, discussing the change to her tail, and how her cutie mark had changed a little, but she couldn't shake her attention from Sugar Belle. Lifting her hooves, she started to walk over to Sugar and Tight.
"Whoa! Hey Night!" Patched found she was actually anticipating the moment that was upon her. Turning her back end to Night Glider, she waggled her plot from side to side. "You need some relief?"
The absurdity of the moment confused Night at first. She broke her attention from Sugar and looked at the doctor. "I… I am not really in the mood, sorry." Then another thought occurred to her. Leaning down, she looked under her belly—and smiled. "And I am not equipped for it." The words got the attention of all four already-infected ponies, and they rushed to Night and took turns looking under her belly. "Guys! A little privacy!"
"She's just a mare!"
"I don't see a penis!"
"GUYS!" Night spread her wings and wanted room. A rush of energy poured through her, and her strangely powerful new muscles—even in her wings—pushed and shoved her friends back. She wanted to hide herself. She wanted to stop them looking and poking around. She felt the plant inside her respond.
"Whoa!" Double, having been shoved back by Night's strength, froze at what happened to the mare. Course, dark brown fur sprouted all over, but the hairs were not the soft fiber of a coat, but thick cellulose. The coat thickened around Night, hiding her azure body beneath a thick layer of the brown stuff that, as he watched, seemed to mat together, forming what looked like hard bark.
Patched stared at Night Glider. The mare's wings had become a pair of large shield-like plates, and her head looked like she had a helmet of brown bark on. "Night? Are you okay? What happened?"
"I told you, stop looking at me without asking!" Night stomped a hoof, the heavy suit of plant-like armor she wore making it sound like a bear had thumped the ground. "I am hungry, and want to get out of this cave. Is that the way?" She pointed one huge foreleg towards a tunnel leading off from the plant cave.
"N-N-No, this way." Double Diamond had another reassuring thought, and he couldn't help but feel some trust for the plant. So far it hadn't hurt any of his friends, but whatever it had done to Night was something completely new. Leading the way, Double had Patched trot up to his side and light her horn. "Thanks."
The strange little group of ponies made their way from the cave, their number having swelled by one.
Night's tail lashed as she walked the path behind the houses of Our Town. She felt huge, the bark-covering on her body hugging all over, keeping her safe and secure. But there was more to how she felt. She froze and stood dead still.
Double Diamond slowed to a stop beside Night Glider. He paused a moment, looking at his fillyfriend, he couldn't help but admire how well the bark protected her, and left her eyes glowing an eerie green. "Are you alri—"
"Of course I'm not alright, DD. Look at me!" Despite her anger at the situation, she felt an overwhelming urge to protect and nurture the big stallion. Turning her head to glare at him, she was startled to realize that as she was, she was the taller of the two of them. "I'm a freak…"
The bark deadened the actual touch, but Night could still feel the touch of a pony on the other side. Turning her head, Night was looking down at Patched. "What has it done to me?" Despite being the biggest pony in town—bigger than most of the Royal Guard at Canterlot—Night felt fear color her thoughts.
"We can work on that together, but you have a stallion to hug." Patched gestured with her hoof across to Double Diamond. "He loves you to bits, Night."
Night turned back and looked at Double, and winced. He had a look on his face like a kicked puppy. She reached out one of her hardened wings and pulled him against her side. The most amazing thing was, she didn't feel unwieldy or slow. It was like the bark actually moved with her, helped her. "And what about you, doc?"
"I really like you." Patched surprised herself by admitting the words. "Love… love will come when we know each other better… or not." Even now her body sang for the touch of a mare, and Night had already felt so good under her. "So if you would like to, could we—"
Capturing both her lovers under a wing each, Night felt warmth spread through her body. "You two aren't the worst ponies to get stuck with." She nuzzled from Double to Patched. More hooves walking past caught her attention, and she looked up at Tight and Sugar. "Hey, so what is the deal with this?"
"With what?" Tight was a bit confused. "Oh! Well, I don't think polyamory is that uncommon in ponies. Sure we tend towards pairs here, but…" He trailed off as all his companions gave him a strange look, even Night Glider's strange, covered face gave him pause. "What?"
"You," Sugar kissed Tight's cheek, "are amazingly oblivious for such a clever stallion. She was hoping you knew all about what has happened to her." The kiss wasn't enough, and Sugar opted to add a good nuzzling to her show of affection.
"S-Sorry…" Tight felt bad about misinterpreting the situation, but worse about not knowing what she needed. "All I know is that it hasn't… hasn't actually hurt anypony. I… I know it did things to me, and they were very personal things, but…"
"But you don't mind?!" Night was incredulous. "Look at us, Tight, look what it has done!" She looked to add emphasis to her words, and her argument died in its tracks. Double Diamond and Patched Scrape looked… they looked adorable snuggled against her sides. "You're ganging up on me." The words were petulant.
"Yup." Double wanted to nuzzle and cuddle Night, but the hefty armor covering her made the act difficult at best. "Want to tell us what happened?"
"The plant saved me from a cactus coyote and did something… I think it used its… stuff…" Night's memory and concept of what happened were both a bit off-center. "Okay… It probably saved my life."
"Who wants cookies?" Sugar trotted forward suddenly, leaving her companions behind. She felt good—great. Her husband was as close to her as ever, and she to him, and even their newest friend—the plant itself—seemed to be doing nice things. "Are you coming?"
Night's belly grumbled, and she had the distinct feeling that with the heavy armor on she was depleting her body's already flagging reserves faster than was healthy. A thought came to her, it was happy and joyful, it loved her new body, but it also pushed her to twist her muscles—muscles she didn't have only a day ago.
A cracking sound, like a tree splitting down the middle, echoed around the little group of ponies. Tight went into a panic, looking around. "That was loud enough to have echoed around town!" He trotted, being mostly normal still, to look down the alley between houses.
"Night!" Double Diamond's face split into a wide grin as Night Glider pushed and shoved her way out of the huge pony-shaped bark armor. "Night, you're okay!" He pulled the pegasus he loved into a tight hug, happy that he could hug her properly once again.
"Cutting… off… air…" Night managed to crack a smile and hug Double back. "DD, loosen up a little…" Despite her words, she loved the tight grip, the crushing reminder that she was a pony. A glance back at the armor she had extricated herself from made her gasp. "That… That was me?"
"This is amazing." Patched, having seen Night was safe in Double's embrace, examined the mass of bark. "It resembles plant matter, bark I think. I need to take a sample to test!" Using her magic, Patched tried to find a piece around the edge of the hole Night Glider had made getting out of it. Oddly, when she started to apply pressure, the bark snapped with a brittle crack.
"Not so tough without me in it, huh?" Night nuzzled Double affectionately. "Look, can we get back to the cookies idea? I am starving!"
It was the one word Sugar Belle absolutely hated. She marched towards Double Diamond and Night Glider. "Let her go, Double." Her tone was forceful, and she felt something inside respond too. "This mare needs food, and I think I am the most qualified here to make sure she gets it."
Night actually giggled at the intensity Sugar displayed. "She's right, DD. Either put me down or carry me back to her house." She booped Double Diamond on the snout playfully.
Double grinned. He was an earth pony stallion built to a large scale, and Night Glider was a pegasus mare on the slighter side. Tossing his fillyfriend into the air, he laughed at her squeal of surprise. Lifting his legs into a trot, Double Diamond took off when Night landed on his back.
"What are you doing? You hulking monster of a stallion!" Night's voice broke with laughter as she was jostled around. She spread her wings more for balance than to actually take off, but settled for wrapping them around Double's neck to hold on.
Tight spread his wings and gave a firm flap, then another. He shot into the air and, as quick as he could make it, zoomed towards his house. Spotting the broken-down back door, he remembered how distraught Double Diamond was. "Well, he gets to fix it then." Muttering further, he set the oven and turned it on. He could almost close his eyes and hear his wife's directions. "Flour, sugar, milk, butter…"
"You have the oven on already, darling?" Sugar stepped over her broken door, beating Double Diamond, Night Glider, and Patched Scrape to her house. When she spotted the ingredients Tight had already gotten prepared, she blinked a few times.
"Oven on and what I am pretty sure you are going to need already laid out." Tight stepped forward and kissed Sugar, nuzzling her cheeks one after the other. "I thought chocolate chip."
"You read my mind." Sugar delighted in the show of affection. "But now I need both my assistants at the ready." She stepped forward, checking ingredients and oven.
Tight Squeeze snapped off a credible salute, and felt his tail offer a similar one. He looked back at the extension of his body he seemed unable to control. "You behave for Sugar and maybe we will get some special fun."
"Did you know Tight talked to his tail?" Double Diamond wasn't quiet as he asked Patched the question. "Isn't that a sign of madness?" His tone implied jest, but the words cut a little close to the quick.
"I don't think we are the ponies to investigate it, regardless." Patched, now again in a room with three other ponies affected just like her, felt a warmth grow under her tail. The sensation was nice, but when her belly rumbled it completely broke the mood.
Tight's tail lifted up and grabbed onto the cookie jar. He barely noticed it, and was working so closely with Sugar making cookie dough, that he didn't notice it offering the cookies inside the jar to their visitors.
Night shrugged, ignoring that it was Tight's tail offering the snack. "Thank you." She giggled and took two cookies from the jar. Turning to Double Diamond, she offered one to him. A moment later she gasped in surprise when another cookie, held by Patched, was offered to her own mouth. "Thank you." She opened up and gripped the cookie with her teeth.
"They seem in good spirits." Sugar didn't have to explain her statement to Tight. With a nod back from her husband, she continued. "Do you think that is the key to this? That it pairs ponies up, or even groups, and uses their own happiness to calm them of its adjustments?"
Tight blinked at his wife. "I think that is a lot more devious than it actually is." He worked a mixing spoon around the bowl before him. "But even if it isn't intending it, the tactic is working." With a little kiss on Sugar's cheek, Tight continued his thought to its conclusion. "If we were going to bring others to the cave, it would be best to bring pairs of ponies together."
"Are we actually going to bring ponies into this? I feel… I don't think we should." Sugar tested her dough and shivered in delight at the perfect flavor. "But at the same time, if somepony goes in there we should fetch their partner. Offer them the choice to join them."
"Like you did?" Tight nuzzled and kissed Sugar Belle, tasting the cookie mix on her lips, as well as the taste he associated with her. "I don't regret it."
"Me either. We were close before, but now… I feel like we could have gone our whole lives and not connected quite this deeply." Sugar returned the favor. "More cocoa powder."
"Well, the deepest connection so far has been in me." Tight obliged his wife, adding more cocoa powder to his dough until she nodded. "But even that seems amazing. Foals. We are going to have foals." His heart danced, and he realized he owed this to the plant.
"I wonder what they will be like?" Sugar tested Tight's mixture again and smiled; it was perfect. "Step to your left, dear." When Tight moved, Sugar guided his tail to pluck up the baking trays and pass them to her. "Darling, you are even more helpful than ever."
"Y-You are really controlling it, aren't you?" Tight wasn't sure how he felt about the intrusion; on one hoof it was Sugar, he was practically already an extension of her in the kitchen, and on the other it was physically part of him, something very personal. He froze on that thought, and gave a chuckle.
"What's wrong?" Sugar had watched the emotions play out on Tight's face, and felt worried. "Are you alright?"
"This is just like my mare-bits." Turning, Tight waved over his shoulder at his tail. "Part of me is yours, and part of you is mine." He lifted his hoof up and gently rubbed Sugar Belle's puffy belly. "And this is ours."
"You are the sexiest stallion I have ever met, and twice so when you talk like this." Sugar barely stopped herself from pouncing on Tight's back there and then. "You, and your tail, are both getting a very exciting night."
Tight's eyes widened and he groaned. Arching his back and whimpering, he felt the hand of his tail reaching down between his back legs. It had closed carefully around his shaft, and was stroking him slowly. "L-L-Love… Y-Y-Y…" He didn't get the second word out, just a groan.
Night's eyes locked on Tight Squeeze. She couldn't look away as the stallion's own tail gripped him, stroked him. "That's… That's pretty hot…" Finally able to look away, she looked over her shoulder. So far her own tail hadn't shown the signs of sentience that Tight's had, but she wondered if it would.
Sugar's ears twitched at Night Glider's comment. She focused her thoughts at the mare's tail, and made it twitch a few times. While Night didn't have anything to grip with, she did have a swollen plant-bulb on the end of her tail. Part of her felt guilty at offering, like it would be cheating on Tight if she played with Night. "I guess I need to be upfront. I can control your tail if I think about it." She blushed, and gestured to Tight at her side.
"You're doing that?" Double Diamond shook his head to clear his vision, but when he was done he could still see what Sugar had described as the tail under her direct control, pleasuring Tight Squeeze.
"Y-Yeah." Sugar blushed only a little, and it was mostly at the thought of doing something like that with Night. "Don't worry, Night, unless it is important, I won't take over your tail."
"It's… It's a big thing. You could take it over, and do what you wanted to?" Night half-expected Sugar Belle to just do it, to use Night's own tail to do something as a demonstration. When Sugar just nodded, Night breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. "Well, thank you. That is at least one thing I don't have to worry about."
"Besides, I think I have my tails full with Tight." Sugar leaned over and kissed Tight on the cheek. "Don't I, darling?"
"L-L-Love… Y-You…" Tight barely got the words out before his body trembled excessively. He groaned with relief and painted part of the floor with his seed. Turning, Tight couldn't and wouldn't stop himself from pouncing on his wife's back.
"Let… Let me get these in the oven…" Sugar Belle groaned as her mate shoved himself deep into her. She wasn't even aware how turned on she was, but the evidence of her wetness was damning. Rocking her body back against Tight's, she tried to use her magic to load the trays into the oven.
"Let us get those." Patched cut in on Sugar's attempts, using her own magic to take the trays and get them set to bake. Unfortunately, the heady scent of Tight's climax combined with the sight and sound of the couple copulating, caused Patched to curl her hooves a little in need. "Let's leave them be." Her words were almost pleading her lovers, begging them to help drag her from the room.
"Y-Yeah…" Night felt her wings get twitchy, and her tail squirmed in the air in excitement. "Living room." She spread her wings and herded her coltfriend and fillyfriend out of the "exciting" kitchen.
Night's world had been turned upside down. In just a week and a half since her change she had become known as "that fancy pegasus" thanks to the dresses she used to hide her tail. Flying had been more of a problem, but her name was more than just show.
Patrolling through the sky just after nightfall, Night Glider gathered what clouds she could and sent them where they were needed. While angling one particularly large, rain-heavy cloud, she lamented that she wasn't on duty in a town where the only duty was to keep the sky clear and help prepare for winter.
The mass of her tail was a little strange. Gone was the soft white and bluish-gray hair; her regular tail had been replaced with a thick, rope-like stalk, and at the tip was what looked like a big flower bud.
Throwing the heavy limb to the side, however, let Night Glider make much sharper turns than she used to, and she had mostly gotten used to it. Circling the town in a huge arc, she flew around the edges until she was passing over the outcropping of rock where the cave was. Through the dim evening light, she spotted the shape of a pony moving towards the cave.
An odd mix of protectiveness and hunger assailed Night, but she ignored it to glide closer. As she grew nearer, she spotted the pony's cutie mark. "Party Favor?" Dropping to the ground, she faced her friend. "It's not safe out this side of town at night, there are reports of cactus 'yotes out this way."
"Oh, hi Night!" Party Favor looked around nervously. "I did hear about one of them recently, but that is just why I am out here." He turned to look directly at Night Light. "Have you seen Fido?"
Night slumped a little. "Your pet balloon animal?"
Nodding vigorously, Party Favor resumed looking around. "Yes! If one of those nasty cactus thingies—"
"Coyotes. Cactus Coyote." Night Glider lifted a hoof up to her own forehead and clopped it. "Party, I saw one of those things only a week ago, you need to be more careful."
"You don't understand, I got this one really smart! He is just like a real puppy." Party Favor caught a glimpse of movement, and then something big and bright pink reached around his face and closed at his neck. "Whoa, what is… what is…" His voice sounded funny, muffled, but it was the strange flower's scent that had him most intrigued. Inhaling deeply, Party blinked a few times and stopped worrying about the thing clamped to his head.
"Oh gosh! Oh gosh! Get off him, tail!" Night tried to pull away from Party Favor, but her tail jerked on the stallion's head and he stumbled after her. "No, don't just lead him around, let go!" She felt oddly warm and pleasant, and her tail felt good latched on to a pony.
From the corner of her eye, Night saw something bright and green go dashing off towards the cave. "What… oh, Fido!" Her attention flicked away from the poor stallion stuck in her tail's flower bud, and no matter what Night did she couldn't seem to focus on anything else. Trotting to the cave, she looked around inside.
Party Favor focused all his attention on following the nice scent, and it helped that it always pulled his head in the direction he needed to go. An odd tickling inside his head insisted that something was quite wrong, but the lovely scent of the flower made it easy to ignore it.
"Wait, why did I come in here again?" Night Glider was a little confused. She stood in the huge room with the plant now taking up most of it. Behind her, still with her tail latched onto his head, Party Favor seemed to just stand amiably.
That she had just captured and led an innocent pony into the cave suddenly dawned on Night, and she tried to turn and run, but Party seemed unable to follow her. "What…? Oh no!" She saw that the vines had wrapped around Party's limbs and were pulling the stallion towards the bulk of the plant. "Leave him alone he just—"
Party Favor could see again, as well as anypony could see in a dark cave. As his eyes adjusted, he realized that there was a soft green glow coming from the plants surrounding him. "What's this place?"
"You have to run!" As Night Glider yelled the command, she saw the plant reach one of its own hand-like limbs up and gas the stallion. "I have to get the Patch, she'll know what to do!" Turning her rear to the captured stallion, she galloped out of the cave and towards town.
His head awash with different chemicals from the plant now, Party felt woozy and decided that even if he couldn't see, it was time to lay down. Just as he reached the ground, something poked under his belly and wrapped around his hardening shaft. Unable to tell when he had started to get horny, Party soon didn't care as the plant gave him a special, private party.
"I still can't get over it." Patched used her magic to widen Double Diamond's vulva, reaching deeper to inspect his insides. "It is fully formed and perfect." They were, of course, in the privacy of her clinic room at the front of her house. Night had just fallen outside, but far from playing "doctor and patient" in her clinic, Patched Scrape was actually giving Double a physical.
"Do… do all mares have to deal with this?" Double was fighting his own urges to pull away and run from Patched. He hadn't allowed either of his fillyfriends to play with his folds yet, and what Patched was doing was almost unbearable.
"Periodically. It is a good idea to make sure your body is healthy, and more so as you get older." Patched cast her last diagnostic spell, and knowing in advance how it would make Double react, she had saved it for last. The test gave its results just as it finished lighting up all the nerves in the newest part of the stallion.
Double let out a whimpering whine of sound. He rolled his hips—now no longer restrained by Patched's spell—and couldn't believe how good it had felt. Panting for breath, he turned and looked back at his lover. "What was that?"
"That was the last test I needed to run, and it came back positive." Patched saw worry etch itself onto Double's fine features. "Positive means you are not just healthy, but also fertile."
"Fertile?" Double Diamond blinked a few times as the word pushed into his thoughts, got bounced around, and then finally reached somewhere important. "Fertile!" His tail clamped back down tightly, obscuring any view of his new addition. "But I am a stallion!"
"And I am a mare. I don't think the plant cares." Patched leaned in and kissed her distraught patient on the nose. "Well, actually it does, but it seems to assign ponies to what it needs done, then focus on their sex."
"But if I am fertile, that means that you could—" Double's reply was cut short by Night Glider bursting in the door. It was obvious she was agitated, and in a panic. "What's wrong?"
"I was doing my rounds and I saw Party Favor wandering around and then my tail grabbed him and I think the plant made me walk into its cave and it pulled him along and it grabbed him!" The words tumbled from Night Glider's mouth without a pause or careful inflection. She stared between Double and Patched. "Come on! Somepony has to help him!"
"We tried that with you. My magic slides off the plant." Patched was grabbing her kit bag, regardless of her likely impotence against the plant. "Should we grab Sugar and Tight?" She opened her front door and looked across the street to the baker and spelunker's house.
"There's no time, we need to hurry before it… it does things!" Night Glider danced on her hooves a moment, alternating them diagonally. "I feel really bad about this… it is all my fault!"
"No it's not!" Double Diamond nuzzled Night's neck and urged her after Patched—who was already making her way to the cave. Shrugging mentally at Tight and Sugar's house, he followed the doctor. "The plant did this to us, and now anything it makes us do is its fault too!"
"That's going a bit far, Double." Patched looked back at her fillyfriend and coltfriend. "While it is does… make some things more agreeable, I don't think it has actually made me do anything I didn't want to." She didn't need to urge Double to move faster, Night was doing a great job of that already.
"You're pregnant with Double's foal." Night's voice was droll, but broke into a giggle as she saw the wind taken from Patched's moral sails. "Not that it's a bad thing, but it's making us do all kinds of things we normally wouldn't."
Patched went quiet for a little, and searched her own memories for little things. As they neared the cave she heard a cry inside, and all three took off at a gallop. Using her horn to make light, Patched searched around the first cave. "I heard somepony, was it deeper?"
"Don't stop!" Double Diamond charged through to the deeper cave, ignoring that he could barely see. One moment he was galloping, the next he had crashed into another pony. Limbs flew everywhere, but it wasn't until Patched came in with her light that he could see who he had collided with.
"Ugh! Now I am tangled in this stuff too!" Trying to pull free from the vines now tangling his legs, Bright Day shook his short, dark brown in panic. "And it's pulling me towards it!" He spread his wings and pumped them as hard as he could, but the grip of the vines kept him from getting free.
"Double, get him free!" Patched ran into the room to see the vines not only had Party Favor in their grip, but his wife—Cream'n Sugar, a gray coated pegasus with purple, striped mane—was wobbling on her legs and falling to the vines at his side. "Why are all these ponies in here?!"
Grabbing tightly to Bright Day's forelegs, Double Diamond dug his hooves in and started to pull. "This won't be my fault!" Earth pony strength warred with the plant, and only because the thinnest vines were all that had hold of Bright's legs, was Double able to pull him from the plant's grip.
Night Glider watched the pandemonium and shook her head. "What the hay is happening?" She tried to help lead Bright Day away from the vines, but the moment she was close to him, her tail reached out and grabbed his head. "No! No, no, no!" She wailed at the injustice of it.
Inhaling the most wonderful, floral scent, Bright Day felt himself relaxing, calming down. The stress of seeing his brother and brother's wife grabbed by some plant faded and he focused all his attention on breathing.
Double Diamond shook his head. "Lead him outside, lay down with him out there and don't come back in!" He pointed at the exit with a hoof. When Night blinked at him distractedly, he knew that the plant was doing its thing again. "Come on, Night." Slinging a foreleg over the mare's back, he guided her, and she led Bright Day from the inner cave.
Patched walked over to where the two ponies—with the grasping hand-things pumping drugged air into them—were at the mercy of the vines. "Took off after your stallion, I bet. What is it with males getting their mares into trouble around here?" She glared at the plant. "Don't hurt them. You have done enough today already." She used her best "doctor knows best" voice, and dearly hoped at least one of her patients would get through the night without growing any new organs.
Outside, having been led to the entrance of the cave by Double Diamond, Night Glider felt the cool night air like a slap to the face. Her faculties returned enough that she felt like she could walk on her own, but was thankful for Double's support. "Sugar Belle." She pointed a wing towards town. "We need to get to Sugar Belle. She has more control over this thing than I do, maybe she can make it let go of Bright."
"From what I remember, it takes a few hours to do its thing." Double Diamond looked back at the cave just as Patched left it. "What's the news?" He looked at her hopefully, but saw in her eyes that the pair couldn't have been freed.
"It's doing its thing on them, no doubt about it." Patched heaved a sigh. "On the plus side, we save one. That is better than anypony has done so far." She walked up between Double and Night and reached her forelegs up to hug both of the ponies. Patched Scrape certainly hadn't intended to find love, or take any relationship as far as falling pregnant—yet at least—but Double and Night had both found a place in her heart since the three of them had been thrust together.
"One of us should wait here." Double, having made the decision already, gave Patched and Night a quick smooch each and started to pull away. As he did, strong magic gripped around his shoulder and pulled him back to Patched's side. "What are you doing?"
"There was already one cactus coyote around." Patched glared at Double. "And two ponies might be able to fight one off together, but a lone stallion—" she nuzzled Double's jaw, "even one as amazing as you are, Double Diamond—shouldn't be out alone."
"Then we'll have to risk it and be quick." Quickening his pace, Double Diamond urged the others to keep up, but the moment he saw Night lagging he slowed back down. "What's the matter?"
"He can't keep up. I just… this is really strange." Night kept her pace going, despite everything in her screaming to turn around and go back to the cave.
Double Diamond led the way back to town in near silence. Their little group plodding at the slowest pace, which was Bright Day's. "We will get this under control. We need to work out a way to close up the cave entrance. But first…" He lifted a hoof to knock on Sugar and Tight's new back door.
The sound of squeaking echoed through the kitchen. Sugar Belle had taken to juggling squeaky toys to work on her magic control. When the banging on the back door cut through the consistent rhythm she had built up, she sent the toys flying to the counter and reached out with her magic to open the back door.
"Sugar!" Night Glider moved in first, which of course meant that Bright Day ambled in second.
His thoughts were continually getting snared in fog. Bright Day didn't mind one bit as the mind-numbing gas was fed to him constantly. Inhaling and exhaling steadily, he smiled into the tight grip Night's tail had on his head.
Light cut through Bright's darkness, and similarly his first gasp of fresh air since the cave began blowing the clouds from his mind. There were other ponies in the room, but one in particular had all his attention.
"Would you like a cupcake, dear?" Sugar Belle kept Night Glider's tail busy while she offered the treat to Bright Day.
"Th-Thank you." Bright knew he was smiling at the mare, but her sunny disposition was a lot more welcome than the other three ponies and their arguing. "S-Sugar Belle, right?" The name drifted out of the clouds in his head, and the moment he said it, Sugar's smile lit up the room.
"It is. Aren't you Party Favor's brother?" The moment Sugar said the name she knew it was a tripwire that was setting off Bright Day's memories. Calmness turned to panic, which turned to horror. "Bright, right?" The stallion just nodded. "Bright, we are going back for them. But I have to get you to promise me you won't go on your own, alright?"
"But Party and Cream!" Bright jittered in place and looked back at the door. "What is it doing? Why aren't we going right now?"
"It takes a few hours to change a pony. It will probably keep them in overnight." Sugar turned at the chime of an oven timer. "And we need provisions if we are going to spend the night waiting for them."
A mouth-based oven mitten floated to Bright day, and without thinking her put it on and moved where Sugar Belle directed him. Lifting out a tray of cookies, he trembled a little. He knew she was doing this to distract him, but what he needed to know was if she was being nice or was a bad pony.
Bright knew Sugar from her shop, and didn't find it surprising that she was having him help bake. "If you are secretly evil, and are going to sneak me away to the cave too then… then you are doing it badly." He gestured to the trays of cookies cooling, some that Sugar was loading into brown paper bags.
"You probably have a million and one questions about all…" Sugar waved a hoof at Night Glider's strange tail. "And the plant and stuff." Bright nodded. "Okay, let's get some big ones out of the way. Everypony here apart from you has been its 'guest.' "
"What does it do?" Bright ruffled his wings a little in worry.
"It changes ponies. I am fairly sure most are becoming what I call 'breeders' for it. It makes you super horny when you are around other breeders, and…" Weighing up the truth against not wanting to freak the poor stallion out, Sugar picked the latter. "It is personal…"
"Then what happened to Night Glider?" Bright pointed a wing at the mare whose tail was struggling at Sugar's mind to reach out for him. "She looks really different. Was she the first pony it changed?"
Sugar shook her head. "Well… Night was the last, actually. A cactus coyote chased her into the cave and the plant grabbed both of them. She has this neat trick she can do where she grows armor and looks like a big coyote herself. I think it has made her to protect us, and to help find more ponies."
"So she is meant to grab me and drag me back to the plant?" Taking a step away from Night, Bright backed up right beside Sugar Belle.
"Meant to, but she didn't." Sugar levitated two cookies from the oldest cooling rack and passed one to Bright Day. "So you could say we are all learning here. Even the plant seems to be learning how to push our buttons. It hasn't really pushed us to do anything bad yet, though."
"What's all the noise?" Tight Squeeze poked his head into the kitchen, and quickly followed it with the rest of him. "How is my treacle?" Sugar kissed him on the cheek. Despite nausea, despite feeling achy, Tight Squeeze was enjoying his pregnancy. "Uh…" Then he noticed Bright Day standing in the midst of his friends. "Hi!" Even Bright could tell that the greeting was forced—Tight Squeeze's mind was clearly racing to put together the numbers in his kitchen.
"Hi." Bright scuffed a hoof a moment, and the movement reminded him of what the conversation had been about. His eyes studied the other stallion, and he saw all kinds of places that Tight Squeeze was still a pony, but a strange one. His tail resembled Night Glider's, but where hers had a flower bud (that obviously opened up to grab ponies), Tight Squeeze had one of the crazy black-blue vine's grabbers.
The thing that startled Bright the most was Tight Squeeze's wings. The stallion's feathers had started changing from the same pink as the rest of his fur, to a deep green color. It didn't look to be happening fast, maybe just as each feather was replaced, but all of Tight Squeeze's primary wing feathers were green. "Chill Squeeze?"
"Tight Squeeze." Tight smiled and stepped a little closer to the other stallion. "Hey, aren't you Party Favor's brother?"
Mention of his sibling snapped Bright out of the relaxed situation. His nerves started to twitch again and he found himself turning to look at the door. Turning back to face Tight, he had a moment of seeing aquamarine flash in front of his eyes before something puffed into his face. Blinking, the puff came again and he relaxed and leaned forwards into the grip of the vine.
"Not again!" Sugar stomped around to her husband's flank and pointed a hoof at Bright Day—his head neatly tucked inside the grabber of Tight's tail. "Give that pony back right now!" She glared at the tail, willing it to comply. "I said—" The rest of the threat was unneeded, as the vine released the drugged stallion. "I am so sorry Bright, unless I am focusing they have a mind of their own."
"I… I have a theory about that." Patched gestured to Night Glider's tail. "We have been doing some experiments, and it seems like it might be the plant itself, although there seems to be something odd about the direction."
"Really?" Sugar Belle checked Bright, carefully tilting his head up to look into his eyes. "I think he is ok—" She froze as his lips met hers. The kiss was more shocking than tantalizing, she jerked back as soon as her brain was working properly.
A hint of anger flooded Tight Squeeze. Part of him wanted to give Bright Day a good bucking—and not the fun kind. "That's it!"
"He didn't mean it, Tight." Sugar tried to calm her husband, but with Tight wrapped up in a storm of hormones from his pregnancy, he was not about to be reasoned with. Thinking quickly, she grabbed control of Night Glider's tail and clamped it onto Tight's head.
"Hey! Why did you do that for?" Night looked back at the pony her apparently uncontrollable (by her) tail had grabbed. "Wait, Tight?" She looked at Sugar. "Why did it grab Tight?"
"He was about to do something very silly." Sugar watched Tight's body relax and slump out of the fury he had worked himself to. "Okay darling, let go of my husband now." She reached a hoof up and tickled the bulb under Tight's chin, and reluctantly the tail let him go.
Tight shook his head to clear the fuzz filling it. It seemed to pour from him quickly, but at the moment before full lucidity returned, he realized why Bright Day had smooched his wife. "You are tho theshy!" He wobbled closer to Sugar Belle and kissed her. Unlike with Bright, she seemed perfectly willing to return his kiss.
"That is curious." Patched Scrape's attention was drawn to the kissing couple. "Notice how quickly Tight snapped out of the stupor of the tail's drugged air?"
"No!" Night backed away from her love before Patched had even graced her with their attention. "No more experiments for a week, you promised!" Backing up too far from Patched, Night felt a warm tickle run up her spine. Turning, she spotted poor Bright Day once more locked in her tail's grip. "This is getting silly. I want control of this thing, dang it!"
"Oh relax. I don't even need to test this one on you." Patched leaned in and smooched Night Glider, getting the mare to blush. Breaking her lips away, she realized Night was smiling too. "I like that my kisses make you smile."
"I told you, you are… you are soft, nice." Night's train of thought was completely derailed. "I like soft and hard." She tilted her head towards Double Diamond, who was watching the room turn into a kiss-fest without him being included. "Speaking of…"
Double watched Night Glider turn to confront him. He opened his mouth to ask Night what she was going to do about her tail and Bright, when she pressed her lips against his. His body stirred at the touch—like it always did—and he leaned into the kiss.
"Well, now I am missing out." Patched looked from Sugar and Tight to Double and Night. "Nothing else for it." She took up where Sugar Belle had left off, splitting the last tray of cookies between the bags.
"Oh, what the…" Sugar had parted from Tight's embrace and spotted Night's tail with its prey snared again. With a little shove, she had the tail release Bright Day again. "Bright, dear, let's wait outside for the others." She gave a "come hither" look to Tight as she floated all the bags of cookies out with her.
Tight watched Sugar herd the muddle-headed Bright Day outside, and had to admit that even in such a state, he loved the look of his wife going anywhere. His spirits raised, Tight Squeeze lifted his tail up a little and pranced after Sugar.
"Guys, are you coming?" Reaching a hoof out, Patched gently rocked Night Glider. "Just catch up when you get the chance, okay?" She gave each of her lovers a nuzzle on the cheek and turned to leave them to their moment. Once outside, she smiled at Sugar. "I think Night has her mojo back. You should see them in there!"
"What do you think is causing that… that odd period some of us have?" Tight kept Sugar between him and Bright Day. The night was cool in the desert, but the four ponies each had a warm fur coat.
"It is obvious in hindsight." Patched Scrape had solved, or so she hoped, another mystery. "When we do what the plant wants, it rewards us with our libido."
"Wait a second." Tight Squeeze looked at Patched with a squint. "Are you saying when we do what it wants it rewards us? Like pets?"
Patched nodded with growing excitement. "Exactly! It is training us to do what it wants. The problem is, this is one of the most insidious ways to train a creature. Because it is literally tying our enjoyment of life to its own desires, we will soon be more than happy to do what it wants."
"But now that we know what it is doing it won't work, right doc?" Sugar kept a tight grip on the actions of her husband's tail. "I mean, if we know that it is doing that, we can work around it!"
"Not exactly." Patched lit her horn to supplement Sugar's glowing light. "We could work around it if there was some way we could control the 'rewards' it is giving us. Near as I can tell it is integrating tighter with our bodies. Look at Tight's tail, it is a blending of plant and pony where his dock meets his body."
"S-So what you are saying is that it has full control of your agency? It could make you be so horny you would screw anypony, or so… bland… that you don't want to do anything at all?" Despite all he had experienced about the plant so far, the thought intrigued Bright Day.
"That is about it. Reward for being good, punishment for doing bad." Patched gestured to the cave ahead. "Maybe we should put some signs up to warn ponies away?"
Bright Day mused and pondered the situation. Being in the control of another had been his own fantasy for as long as he could remember, not that he had ever had the bravery to make it happen. His breathing quickened as they neared the cave, and part of him wanted to just run in and give the plant power over him.
Shaking his head to free it of the naughty thoughts, Bright reaffirmed his stance of not wanting to be grabbed by the plant. After all, he had only just found the mare of his dreams.
Deep below, the plant stretched its roots out to find more nourishment. It had squirmed into the minds—and bodies—of a few ponies now, and it anticipated many more. Far below the surface, the plants roots ripped into an old seam of rock and a horrible (to the plant) substance started to bubble and boil out. Pulling back, it left the gunk it had released and searched out the deep water table elsewhere.
Party Favor trembled a little as his thoughts came back to him. The last thing he had remembered was looking for Fido in a cave and having something strange happen. Flashes of his wife, Cream'n Sugar, assaulted his mind. Memories of cavorting with her, offering his body to her, and her taking him in more ways than a stallion could (or should) ever know.
He blushed and opened his eyes to see a soft-lit cave around him. But the cave didn't matter, Cream's nose was almost-but-not-quite touching his own. He smiled as he gazed upon her sleeping form. Thoughts came to mind, naughty thoughts, and before even thinking about himself he kissed her.
Cream blinked and shook awake at the kiss, but the light of her life was kissing her. Her thoughts filled with naughty ideas, and naughty things that she could almost remember doing with Party. Having been raised in a stuffy Canterlot home by her (beloved, but upper-class) parents to be an upstanding filly, she had missed out on a lot of the things that made foalhood fun; Party Favor had been pure rebellion for her at first, but she had fallen in love with him nonetheless.
The kiss turned more insistent, betraying the carnal hunger growing in each pony. Before either of them knew it, Cream had broken the kiss and given Party a blood-boiling look. "Oh husband?"
Party snapped to attention and saluted his wife. "Darling? Flower of my life?" His question was answered by Cream turning and flagging her tail. The thumping of Party's heart sounded heavily in his ears. He wasn't just aroused by the sight of his wife offering herself to him, he was way past just aroused. Groaning, Party Favor lurched forward and climbed up Cream'n Sugar's back.
"Wow… just like that?" Bright Day stood at the entrance to the inner cave, keeping well away from Tight Squeeze and Night Glider. "Oh… we should probably…"
Double Diamond nodded his head, his brain fuzzing a little at the sight of Party and Cream joined together in the oldest dance. "Yeah, definitely…"
"Both of you, turn around now." Sugar Belle, leaning on her supercharged magic, levitated both stallions and turned them to face away from the inner cave. "Let them have their privacy." She gave each stallion a smack on their plot to get them moving back to the little picnic in the cave.
Bright Day found himself arguing internally for just turning around and running into the cave. That his sister-in-law lost so much of her prim self-control as to have sex openly made him excited, not for the sex, but that the plant seemed so in control. "I need a cold bath."
"What was that?" Divvying out the cookies, Patched looked up to Bright Day. "Are you okay? You look a little flush. Maybe the plant is using some kind of attractive pheromone…?"
"It's not that I—" Bright cut his words off sharply before he told one of his most hidden and secret kinks. That the ponies surrounding him had bared their own huge secret turned his anxiety into shame. "I like losing control… well, more like somepony else taking control."
"Oh…" Blinking, Patched Scrape nodded. "Oh! I get it. If you want to go in, I can only promise I will give you the best of medical care. But if you wish to remain out here—"
"No, I want to go in, but I want to make sure Cream and Party are fine first. I trust you, Doc, but I love my brother and sister," Bright gestured towards the main cave with a hoof, "and I couldn't do… do this… without making sure they are okay first."
Party Favor's pleasure exploded, but in all his time rutting his wife he hadn't heard the telltale squeak she always gave during climax. It wasn't the first time he had been in this position; Cream was a tough mare to please. Pouring magic into his horn, he imagined a balloon of power forming around his penis, swelling up to stretch Cream's vagina just right.
Not far from climax, Cream'n Sugar had felt her husband finish, but the swelling inside her drew a huge grin to her face. The extra-large balloon-like shape inside her started to stroke with her husband's motion, and Cream's forelegs went weak and wobbly at how well he knew her needs. Fluttering her eyes closed, she was shoved into a lake of delight.
Bucking and squeaking loudly, Cream ground back onto her husband and sprayed something out along her own barrel. The confusion of her own shaft's release was pinned under the weight of her climax. She squealed and squeaked while Party kept stroking the familiar "toy" inside, but finally all four of her legs gave way and Cream collapsed under him.
Panting hard at his efforts to bring Cream pleasure, Party leaned forward and rested atop her back. With a loving nibble at one of Cream's ears, he struggled to get his body under control. When his magic flickered out, something completely new was apparent; Party Favor was still rock hard inside Cream. Feeling keen, he nuzzled Cream's ear. "Ready for more?"
"Of course." Cream blinked in surprise the moment she said the words. Something was different. Something was delightfully different. Bracing her back legs first, she pushed and shoved Party into the air, then hefted her front end up with her forelegs. The balloon-like shape was gone, but her husband was more than ready for round two. As his hips began to rock against her, Cream pushed back to meet them in a noisy slap that tickled the part of her that wanted to be naughty.
All trace of fatigue left Party. Something was different, but he didn't care what it was if it let him express his love for Cream more. As he bucked, he gave little grunts as he poured more and more effort into their lovemaking. Something helped him hold back his orgasm more than ever before, and when he heard Cream'n Sugar start squeaking and squealing, he only sped up.
Normally always the second of them to climax, Cream's face curled into the biggest smile ever and she lustily moaned with the pleasure burning in her. Atop her back, Party Favor seemed immune to the fatigue of a stallion, and continued to plow her. One orgasm washed into another, and then a third, and finally she was a mewling, whimpering heap of happy mare.
When Party erupted, he felt an intensity to the action that stunned his sensible thoughts completely. His hips were unstoppable, even as he pumped an immense load of his seed into Cream. He felt like he could go again, like he didn't need to stop, but at that moment a sound caught in his ear and he jerked his head up.
Double Diamond was trapped like a deer in headlights. He couldn't look away from the pair once Party Favor had locked eyes with him. "Uh…" He backed up from the exit of the cave.
The moment Cream'n Sugar heard Double Diamond's monosyllabic exclamation, she took a deep breath and raised her voice into a scream. The noise echoed off the cave walls, reflecting around such that it sounded like ten mares were screaming.
"You idiot!" Patched was on her hooves and rushing in with a blanket. Glowing magic tossed it such that it covered Party and Cream, both of which looked at her with confused stares, and the latter with a still-screaming mouth.
"Double! Bright!" Tight spread his wing out and grabbed the bigger stallion. Hauling him towards the cave entrance, however, made the scream raise in pitch. "What did you think you were doing?!"
"I couldn't help it!" Double Diamond had to yell quite loudly to get his deep voice over the echoing scream. "I just wanted to see if Cream had… well…!"
Bright Day reluctantly trotted after the pair, leaving his brother and sister-in-law to the mares.
Patched was almost at a loss as to what to do. If Cream was hysterical, she would have splashed her cheek with water, but the screaming mare had several good reasons to scream. Finally, with both the stallions of their little group gone, Cream's voice cut off sharply. "That dolt is going to get a lot of growling at, don't you worry." She quickly took stock of the situation. "Another blanket… Sugar! Can you toss me another blanket, please?"
"Why were you all just… just there?!" Cream's anger supplanted fear and her logical mind took over. "You are all horrible ponies!" Panting hard, she was still acutely aware of her husband inside her, rock hard and ready. "Wait… where are we?"
Collecting the blanket from Sugar Belle, Patched bunched it up on Cream's withers so that when Party slipped backwards he could pull it to cover her. "You were looking for Party Favor when he… wound up in this cave. The plant—"
"That plant grabbed me!" Party Favor turned his head to glare at the black and blue vines. "It wrapped around my head and… and everything felt… and then I woke up and was with you…" He didn't back off of Cream, instead nuzzling her ear.
"I was looking for you. You had gone charging off after Fido… I saw somepony near this cave and thought I should investigate it. I saw you wrapped up in vines and… and it was inside you…" Cream'n Sugar felt the edges of her mind begin to waver towards panic again, but she clamped down on her emotions. "Then it grabbed me, too!"
"What did it do to us, Doc?" Party Favor felt powerless. His memory was slowly returning, reminding him of how much magic he had dumped into blasting the plant, to no effect.
"It's too early to tell." Opting for the truth, Patched reached out a hoof to stroke a tendril of the vine. "So far we have only managed to stop it doing its thing to one pony who came in here: Bright Day. Apart from him, we have all been… changed."
"Excuse me for saying so, but could you please all leave us." Party Favor looked directly at Patched Squeeze with an intensity that didn't come to the stallion normally. "You understand, this is all a bit sudden."
Patched nodded. "When you are ready to come out, we will wait for you to discuss what this…" she waved a hoof at the plant, "means." Turning around, she walked from the caves completely, marveling at how open the cave system had become.
Focusing on her breathing, keeping her mood as steady as she could, Cream'n Sugar waited for the last glow of Patched Scrape's light to leave the cave before calming further. "Off, please. Darling, what have we stumbled into here?"
Party Favor carefully drew back and upwards, pulling himself free of Cream. With wobbly steps he made his way to one side and made a weak light with his horn. "I honestly have no clue. Something about this plant seems to have…" His memories ran to the most recent of events, and focused on how intense their mating had been. "Was it all bad?"
"Not until I caught that big oaf ogling us." Cream stood up, and to her surprise felt extra movement under her. Tilting her head down, she looked under her belly and froze. "D-D-D-Darling…?"
"Yes sweet-pea?" Party Favor's worry rose again, but when he tilted his head down and followed Cream's gaze he froze in shock. "You have a p—"
"Darling!" Cream forgot about her new addition and wrapped a wing around Party. "Don't faint, Party, please? I don't think I can get through this on my own and take care of you." With her husband shaking and trembling, Cream wasn't far behind in panic.
"You have a penis." Party Favor blinked, but the image seemed to be burned to his retina. A big stallionhood, hard and ready, having already unloaded at least once along his wife's underside. "You have a big penis." The correction, somehow, seemed important for Party to make. A squeaking sound stole all his attention and he looked to one side to see the rubber balloon dog he had made bound towards him. "Fido!"
Relieved of her husband's weight, Cream dipped her head down for another look—just to "survey the changes" so to speak. "It is big." She giggled as she said the words, but clamped a forehoof over her mouth. She stared at it, imagining it like her husband's. "It isn't as big as yours, darling."
"It's not?" Party used his magic to lift his magical pet up and onto his back. A little extra magic imbued the inflatable dog with some buoyancy and a mysteriously appearing string. He watched in surprise as Cream rolled over to her back, revealing the addition for the world—which was just him right now—to see. "Huh… it actually looks a little bigger…"
"Well? Come on, we have to check this." A note of humor had tainted Cream's tone. Gone was the panic and worry, seemingly silly things had happened and she was going to make the most of them. When Party lay down on his back beside her, she blinked. "Well, you're bigger now, that is for sure."
"I am…" Party reached a hoof down and gently poked his inexplicably still hard shaft. "And more sensitive…" His whole body tingled in pleasure at the touch. A glance aside to his wife revealed she mirrored his gesture. "Okay, I think we are getting towards strange again."
"Agreed. Does yours feel that good when I—" Cream felt the hoof cover her snout, and giggled into it. Pulling back and rolling to her hooves, she reached for the blanket with a wing. "Okay, I think we go and drill them for answers."
"Good plan." Standing beside Cream, Party floated his own blanket over himself and together they made their way out. Relief flooded Party, when he saw that only Sugar Belle, Tight Squeeze, and Bright Day were waiting for them.
"You sent him home?" Cream'n Sugar rose one eyebrow at the missing ponies.
"DD gets a bit worked up at times. He is going through a lot." Not in the business of making excuses, Tight was bad at them, but felt he had to try for his friend's sake. "I promised Doc you would both visit her tomorrow for a check up."
"I bet she will be in for a…" Party Favor looked at his wife, spotting her shaking her head. She knew how bad his puns usually were, and knew that he used them to offset stress. "…big surprise!"
"You have no idea." Tight laughed at the joke Party Favor made, and gestured to the living room. "It might get a little tough to focus. If you need time to," he fished for a way to say it, "relieve tension, then just ask. We have both been through this."
"Don't for a minute think this is wrong, the plant just… it instills particular needs in a pony." Sugar Belle followed Tight's lead into the living room. "Just be careful, let yourselves have fun when you need to, and don't try to put things off."
Seeing the two getting comfortable on each side of the room, Party gestured to Tight Squeeze. "Is this colts versus fillies?" He got a nervous giggle from Cream'n Sugar. About to make another quip, he froze at the look of seriousness on Tight's face. "What did I say?"
"Cream already has her surprise." Sugar gestured at Cream, giving her a knowing look. "But the plant is quite fair in this regard. Unless you came out of there with something like Night Glider's changes, you are going to become—in part—a mare." She looked at Party Favor with a level, serious expression.
Party giggled and turned to look at Tight. "This is a joke? A silly joke?" But Tight shook his head at him. His voice grew shrill. "How does that even work?! A mare is a mare, a stallion is a stallion. We have different… bits!"
"Patched explained it better." Sugar tutted at her husband. "Mares have instructions on how to make mares in them. Stallions have instructions on how to make mares and stallions in them. For the plant to make a mare have a dong, it had to add bits from a stallion. To make a stallion have a vulva and womb, it only had to activate the bits that aren't active in a stallion." She froze the moment she finished saying the quote from Patched Scrape, word perfect. "Or… uh… something like that."
Patched looked at Sugar. "That was exactly what Patched said. Not just close, it was exactly it."
"That's great and all, but how does that stop me from turning into a mare?!" More than a little disturbed, Party looked between Sugar and Tight, but it was Cream that got his attention.
Closing with her husband, Cream extended one wing around his withers and pulled him close. "You are my stallion." Her words were deep, breathy. She focused on her love for Party and nuzzled his cheek.
Disarmed by Cream's attention, Party slumped down in place. "I like being a stallion…"
"You will still be a stallion." Tight flashed a look to Sugar for support. "But you will have some extra bits."
Taking up where Tight left off, Sugar gave a wink. "Some fun bits. There is nothing wrong with being like this. Is Cream any less your wife because she has—"
"No!" Party Favor didn't often get roused to anger, but just the hint that he would betray Cream'n Sugar over something that wasn't her fault was one of the few things that would push his buttons. Then he froze. Looking at his beloved wife, Party Favor slumped. "I'm an idiot."
"It's one of the things I admire about you, dear." Cream reached up and along Party's shoulder, up his withers and to the back of his head. "You can not only be a spectacular idiot, but you know when you are." She kissed him.
The praise for what he thought was a negative trait caused Party to fold his ears back, but Cream's lips were the very thing to remind him of who he was to her. Closing his eyes, he kissed her back, pushing his tongue forward and feeling pressure build within. Snapping his eyes open, he saw Sugar and Tight leave the room in the peripheral of his vision.
"What's wrong?" Cream'n Sugar was flush with arousal, she was rock hard and ready for a stallion or a mare. Her focus widened, and she noticed they were alone in the room. "This…" She shifted her hips, giving her shaft a little more room underneath her. "This is what they meant, isn't it?"
"About what?" Party Favor was doing his best to hide his arousal. Clamping his tail down, the stallion tried to think of anything to avoid becoming more aroused, but his thoughts kept swinging back to Cream'n Sugar.
"The bit about relieving tension." Giving Party another kiss, Cream nuzzled his cheek. "I think they are giving us room to—"
Party clamped down his teeth and his eyes both. "I promised I would respect you. Doing… doing things with you here, just because I feel horny… that isn't respecting you, Cream." He didn't want to look at Cream for fear of affecting him more. "I have to go!"
Surprised when the door slammed open, Tight Squeeze jumped out of the way to let Party Favor run from the room, and the house. "What's going on?" He looked from the departing stallion's flank to the door again, spotting Cream.
The moment Cream was out the door she spread her wings and pumped them hard. Warm air of mid-morning poured around her, and she scanned around for Party Favor. "Party!" Turning around again, she saw him rushing across the street and into their house. "There you are." Angling her wings, she pushed off against the air with a mighty flap.
Barely getting the door closed, Party Favor heard a squeaking coming from outside. "Fido!" Opening the door, he had looked down and spotted his pet. "There you are, Fi—" A blur of purple knocked him backwards, tumbling along the floor. The front door swung shut with a thud, and to Party's surprise Cream was standing over him.
Panting hard, Cream was staring down into her husband's eyes. "Why… Why did you run away?"
"My promise!" Party's nose caught hint of something strong, and he tilted his head to look down his body, between them. "C-C-Cream? You flew here, right?"
"Of course!" Lowering her head, Cream looked to where Party was gazing, and she saw each of their erections, almost-but-not-quite touching. Then everything dawned on her. "Everypony would have seen it!"
Cream looked at Party, and her panic started to pour out. The stallion she had fallen in love with—even as she had been trying to be a rebellious young mare—was with her, and nothing was beyond them. She giggled first. But her titter spread to Party, and in moments both of them were laughing riotously. She slumped down onto Party, ignoring the twin pressure of their shafts sandwiched between them.
Wrapping all four legs up and around Cream'n Sugar, Party just rubbed noses with her. "There's my little giggle-pot. Where have you been, silly-filly?"
"In strange caves with my naughty stallion." Cream couldn't stop herself reacting to their bodies being pressed together. The shaft the plant had given her was rock hard, and without thinking she gave a little hump with it.
Party stared up at Cream, and then he shivered. "If you want to use that, you are going to need to let me do some work first." A rich and interesting life somehow made Cream being endowed easier than getting his own "gift" from the plant, and Party was worked up enough that he was happy to indulge his wife. "Roll onto your back."
"What are you doing?" Cream was a little surprised at the intensity in Party's expression, but she did as instructed and scooted up onto their couch.
"This might give you a hint." Party rolled to his hooves and stood up. One step, then another, and the third brought him close enough to kiss the green-gray shaft bedecking Cream's body. The feel of the hot, hard flesh under his lips brought back happy memories of his youth.
"Party!" Cream squealed loudly as her husband slid his lips down her rock hard shaft. "You…" His lips stroked up and down, and she felt his tongue work around her shaft inside his mouth. "You… Where did you learn to do this?" No accusation, she was genuinely curious.
Fixing his eyes on Cream's face, Party sank down her length until his lips nestled between her back legs, then he slid up and off her. The look on his wife's face was more than enough for him to count the blowjob as worth it. "You think all I did was laugh my way through clown school?"
Cream could only watch as Party's horn lit, and a warm, gloopy substance seemed to appear around her shaft. She closed her eyes and moaned out loud, tilting her head back. When her weight shifted on the couch, Cream snapped forward and looked right at Party. He was balancing over her, on his back legs. While she watched, Party started to crouch down. "You aren't going to—"
It had been a long time since Party had been with a stallion, but with all his weight bearing down on his tail-hole, something had to give. His ponut squeezed open, and he felt an inch of his wife slip into him. The fullness wasn't nearly as rewarding to him as the look on Cream's face. She looked shocked, stunned, giddy. "More?"
"It's not hurting you?" Concern for Party drenched Cream's words. She looked up at her lovable clown, and suddenly went cross-eyed as he booped her nose. "Well?"
"I'm a little out of practice. That is why I am going slowly, and why I am guiding it." Party looked down at his surprised wife, and kissed her on the nose this time. "Love you, sweets."
Cream'n Sugar tried to reply with her own declaration of love, but instead let out a high-pitched squeal as Party slid down her. Tightness gripped her shaft, and she couldn't help but make happy little mewling noises. Over the course of a constantly-breathless minute, her stallion slowly planted his plot against her groin.
"Hearing you like this…" Party Favor slowly lifted himself up, his back legs separating their bodies and providing delicious, tight friction for both to enjoy. "… I wonder how you will sound when I do this." He was almost completely off Cream before he relaxed his legs and went back down.
Slumped on her back, Cream'n Sugar gripped Party Favor's stifle with her forehooves, and moaned each time he sank down onto her. He built a rhythm, and started to bounce to it. Stretching her wings out, Cream kept time with his body by flapping and cooing. He sped up, and she suddenly couldn't take any more. Electric fire burned in the lump of flesh just under her hefty shaft, and before she realized it, her body exploded.
The first hot rush came a moment before Cream's forehooves gripped Party's hips and jerked down. Feeling his wife hitting her peak, Party gave the happiest laugh of the day. More and more heat poured into his bowels, and Party remembered those times in his youth he had enjoyed similar fun, but none of them compared to sharing it with Cream.
Slumping back on the couch, all her energy spent, Cream gave a weary little whimper. She felt drunk, high on the pleasure that was programmed into every living creature, but there was more than usual. In all her years with Party, however, she had never seen him recover as quickly as she was.
Party's eyes flew open at the little buck Cream gave, and he stared down at his wife in shock. "Again? Already?"
"Yeah… I love you so much, Party." Cream gave a few more unsatisfying bucks, before letting out a whinny of agitation. "I want it the other way…"
"Me in you?" Party was half leading Cream by her shaft, rolling and shifting as if to pull her atop him.
Cream pulled free, and patted at the couch. "Get your plot on here." As her husband complied, she saw his shaft at full attention, and seemingly a little larger than she remembered it. "Sit back, and let your mare take care of you." Lowering her head, Cream'n Sugar focused on making Party Favor squeal this time.
Patched had steadily become more and more busy in the two weeks following Party and Cream's adaption. She had confirmed to both that they were pregnant, and had gained a feather sample from Cream'n Sugar that proved to be most interesting.
Sequestered in her study, Patched had a piece of a shed feather under her microscope, and was examining it very closely. "This is amazing. I can't believe her feathers have turned so green." She studied the sample a little more, and an odd thought came to her. "No, it couldn't be…?"
Floating another feather up, Patched carefully trimmed off some of the green vane of Cream's feather. Holding the sample in her magic, Patched quickly filled a beaker with some water and started heating it. "I can't believe I am testing for this, but it wouldn't be the first trait the plant has inspired."
She waited until the water was boiling, and then lowered the sample into it. Counting, she kept her cadence even. "One alicorn princess. Two alicorn princess. Three alicorn princess…" The moment Patched Scrape reached thirty, she lifted it out of the water.
A new beaker was levitated over, along with a bottle of clear liquid. Placing the smaller beaker inside the large one, she turned off her gas and began pouring the bottle labeled Ethanol into it. The second beaker boiled much faster than the first, and once it had she dunked the sample into it.
"Where's that timer… ah!" Patched found her little science timer (and not an oven timer, those are not used for science) and set it to two minutes. Leaving the process to continue, she fetched the last parts of the test she was running: a white tile and a bottle of iodine.
Trying to focus her thoughts on the sample, Patched struggled not to think of the pretty mare who the feathers belong to, or the implication that like Tight and Sugar, she must have gone back to the cave for some reason.
The timer jolted Patched out of her daze, and she quickly shushed it and levitated the sample from the boiling alcohol. Washing the ethanol from the bleached remains of the feather, she set it down on the white tile. "Come on, tell me your secrets…" One drop, then another, and finally a third of the iodine landed on the feather.
Startlingly quick, the reaction turned the sample of feather a deep black color. Patched stared at it. "Repeat. Repeat. Repeat." Patched prepared three more samples over the following half hour, and each time the result was the same: they turned dark black. "Without a doubt this feather is—is photosynthesizing…"
Patched's magic grabbed up a pencil and started scribbling notes. She made quick and precise records of her measurements. "I should test Tight's feathers too, although with his tail so much like Nighty's I don't know if it will be exact." Just mentioning her lover's nickname made Patched feel a warm swell inside.
She barely got done with the notes when there was a knocking at her front door. Practically bouncing with excitement, Patched made her way out to her front door, and opened it. "Can I help you… Milk Drop?"
A fellow unicorn, Milk Drop had a dark pallor around her nose and mouth. "I don't feel so good." She stumbled and took a few steps towards Patched. "You have to help me, doc!"
"Come inside. Quickly!" Patched ushered her patient into her home and gestured to a seat to one side. "Please, rest on there and tell me what happened."
"I woke up today feeling poorly, and it just started getting worse and worse. What is this?" Milk gestured to her face, where the dark gray stain left an ugly contrast to her normal orange-brown fur. "I couldn't even get up enough energy to open my store today…"
Taking out a little wooden tongue depressor, Patched approached Milk. "Open up and say 'Ahhh.' " The moment the sick mare complied, Patched felt a wave of nausea hit her as a horrible smell leaked out of Milk's mouth. "What have you been eating?"
Milk was caught as to what to do. The doctor had her mouth open, and a wooden probe inside, but was also asking her a question. Pulling back just a little, she decided to just answer. "I didn't feel well, so I haven't eaten anything since last night."
"Do you know if anypony else feels the same?" To herself, Patched begged the universe itself to not have landed her in the middle of something really nasty. A knock came at her door. "Please, wait right there."
"I don't feel like going anywhere…" Milk slumped back in the chair and waited for Patched Scrape to be done.
"What can I hel—" Patched froze. There was a line of ponies leading to her door, and nearly all of them had the same visible symptom. "Oh this can't be good. Okay everypony, I am going to have to…" she trailed off when she saw Double Diamond walking towards her, to her surprise his snout looked normal. "Double! Can you help me get these ponies organized? I need those who seem to be worst affected first."
Being stand-in mayor for Our Town when a single voice was needed, Double Diamond gave his fillyfriend a nod. "You heard her everypony, who is sickest?" He scanned the crowd and noticed an older mare. "Candle Bright, you to the front. Make way!" Walking to the mare whose snout looked darker gray than anypony else, Double could smell a horrible stench coming from her. "You'll be okay."
Inside, Patched raced through her house and found Night Glider cooking lunch in the kitchen. "Night, I need you to take a message to Manehatten!" Her tone, she could tell, instantly gained Night Glider's attention.
"What do you need?" Night opened her wings slightly and started stretching the muscles in them. Since being "gifted" by the plant, she had found herself to have much more strength and stamina than normal.
"Something really bad is happening to the ponies of the town, we will have to quarantine ourselves and get help!" Patched looked around for a notepad and started scrawling on it with a pencil. She put the symptoms down on the paper as quickly as she could. "Make sure this gets to somepony in charge." Making sure not to approach Night, Patched floated the paper across the kitchen in her magic.
"Don't worry about this, look after the ponies. I…" Night hesitated a moment, relaxed, and smiled. "I love you, Patched. Take care." Turning, she barely heard the gasp from her fillyfriend before she had her wings out and pumped hard.
"She-She loves me?" Staring after Night, Patched shook her head and turned back to her task. Everypony needed to be looked at, their condition assessed, and those most sick looked after by a carer. "This is going to be a long day."
Patched's home—and clinic—had three ponies in it that were deemed "at risk," and she was worried about another two. A horrible, dry cough seemed to accompany their symptoms, and it was when this started that Patched insisted anypony who wasn't affected should wear masks.
"There, that should cover you." Patched finished setting up the third saline bag for her patients. Each of the three ponies were resting, and Patched had a moment to step out of the room. "Oh, Sugar!"
Sugar Belle was surprised when Patched Scrape rushed up and hugged her. She didn't question her friend, and hugged her back tightly. With her magic at its lowest strength, she carefully put a big bag of muffins on a nearby table, and set down a big pot of soup. After a few minutes passed, she thought Patched might have fallen asleep, but she finally drew back a little. "How bad is it?"
"Really bad. I have read about these things in text books, and we were taught about plagues in school, but this is…" Patched pulled down her mask and let out a sigh. "I don't know what is causing it. It looks like it might be respiratory related, but a lot are showing signs of gastric problems. I need somepony who knows about these kinds of things."
Picking a muffin out of the bag, Sugar tugged off Patched's mask and stuffed some muffin in. "I could fetch Tight. He could fly to Manehatten, or Canterlot."
Gulping down her first mouthful of muffin unceremoniously, Patched shook her head. "The moment I found out about all this, I sent Night Glider to Manehatten." Another mouthful of the muffin, and though the treat was moist and perfect, she needed a drink. "Come on through, I will put that soup on the stove and warm it up for Candle, Banjo, or Fresh."
"Fresh Baked?!" Sugar Belle clapped a hoof over her snout. That her former mentor—the mare whose shop she had taken over from—was sick, stung. "What else can I do?" She clamped her teeth down, and felt a stirring inside.
"All we can do is keep as many ponies stable as we can while help arrives." Patched walked quietly through the room with the three sick ponies. "And it had better arrive soon." Heading all the way into her kitchen, she levitated the pot up onto her stove, and fetched a glass of water from the kitchen sink.
"It's odd though, don't you think?" Sugar Belle set the muffins down and claimed one for herself.
Patched heard the words, and like a prophecy she needed to hear the rest of Sugar's musings. Setting her glass down, she turned to face Sugar Belle. "What is?"
"That none of us who the plant-who the plant bonded with." Pausing a moment, Sugar realized she hadn't gotten the words out right. "Gotten sick, I mean. We are all healthy, are the only healthy ponies in town."
Irises narrowing down to pinpricks, Patched Scrape stared past Sugar Belle, as if she could see through any solid object. "Healthy. Not infected." Her heart started to thud, and her breathing sped up. Hyperventilating, I'm hyperventilating, she thought. A touch at her shoulder, and there was a soft tickle in the back of her head. Patched calmed down at Sugar Belle's touch. "We need to find somepony who would be okay with getting infected, who is already sick."
"That's easy, Bright Day was just about ready to throw himself at the plant already. I don't think you would have to ask him twice." Sugar had to move to the side, out of the way of a doctor on a mission. "Wait, shouldn't somepony wait here with the sick?"
"Oh Celestia, yes. I just got too excited. The plant could be the answer!" Patched was actually jumping from hoof to hoof like a foal. "This is curable, I know it."
"You look after your patients, Patched. I'll find Bright and take him to the cave. The moment he is out, I will bring him here." Sugar, once again, had Patched Scrape hugging her tightly. "We work as a team. Now, you finish your muffin, and wake your patients in an hour for their soup, and I will go and-and take one for the team."
The dots connected, and Patched realized what Bright would be like when he was done converting. "You can't do that! What about Tight Squeeze?"
"Tight loves me more than any stallion should. Besides, I will take him too. If he is so insistent about my integrity, he can wake Bright up." Giving Patched one last squeeze, Sugar pulled from the hug. "Hold in there."
Patched levitated the muffins out with her, but behind the two mares, abandoned in the kitchen, was a glass of water with a thick black stain in the bottom.
Bright Day felt like changing his name. Coughing, he sneezed for the umpteenth time. He lived with his brother and sister-in-law, and ever since their own change he had ached to give in to temptation and head to the crazy plant. Even sick as he was, he longed for that surrender of control, but Patched had ordered him not to, and to an extent he agreed.
The front door burst open, and a panting Sugar Belle stood in the opening. Bright stared at the vision of beauty, the beauty that would never be his. He liked Tight Squeeze as a friend, and Sugar Belle too. The excitement of the moment would normally have stirred him up, but all he could manage was a cough.
"Bright, there isn't time to lose." Sugar danced around on her hooves, the weight in her midsection—bulging her belly slightly—didn't seem to slow her down at all.
Bright shook his head. "Patched said I should rest, and stay as calm as possible." Despite his enforced lethargy, seeing Sugar so excited caused a part of him to get excited too.
"Patched told me to take you to the plant, that it might cure—whatever this is." Sugar watched the stallion's eyes widen at the explanation. "It would do whatever…"
Sugar was still talking, and didn't notice Bright saying, "Yes."
"...It wants with you, and you would be stuck with—" Again Sugar missed Bright's assent, but he finally cut her off.
"I said yes!" Having to yell over Sugar to be heard, Bright started coughing. "Yes I mean, sorry for yelling." He coughed again, and finally took a deep, rasping breath through his sore throat. "Can we go?"
Sugar Belle felt her own spirits rise with Bright's sudden excitement. She watched the chair-ridden stallion climb up onto his legs and take a single step, then stumble. "Let me help." With her magic under a little more control, despite its strange new power level, Sugar steadied Bright, and began leading him towards the cave.
Bright would have loved to run, to gallop into the cave and throw himself at the plant, and with Sugar Belle at his side he felt doubly ready to do so, but he needed her help just to walk. Each step felt like his hooves were dead weights, his legs were wobbling, and every now and again it felt like the whole of Equus tilted ninety degrees.
As they neared the cave, Bright saw another pony already waiting for them. With a sinking heart, he tried to wave to Tight Squeeze. The other stallion looked happy, cheerful even. Of course, lifting his leg to wave meant Bright was off balance again, and didn't realize that Sugar Belle had caught all his weight until his legs just hung limply. "W-W-What…?"
"I've got you, Bright." Sugar could see embarrassment in Bright's face. Bright was a stallion, and a pegasus, so he had two huge reasons to be a proud idiot. "Just relax, the plant will fix all this, you will see."
Tight trotted to the free side "Are you ready, Bright?" He had given up on the mask, trusting his wife's intuition that the plant was protecting them from the disease.
Bright felt both a little resentment and relief at having Tight beside him. Being a pony of good disposition, he made an effort to focus on the relief. "I have been ready for weeks, I just didn't…" He trailed off a little as they carried him into the cave. "It doesn't hurt?"
"Not at all. I think you will find it's quite—quite enjoyable." Blushing only a little, Tight Squeeze swished his big tail around—with Sugar nearby, his tail was always well-behaved. "Just remember, though, we have no control over it, and neither will you. If it wants to set you up for breeding, or whatever, it will."
Hearing Tight explain that he would be at the plant's mercy made Bright jerk a little, and cough a lot. "Well that—that doesn't sound so bad. I mean, I would get to help with all the special plant stuff then, right? Help you take over the rest of the town?" It wasn't a serious question, but rather a fantasy of Bright Day's.
"We aren't trying to take over the town, Bright Day, but we might just be able to save a few lives with this." Sugar stepped into the penultimate chamber, where there should have been a few vines at most. Instead, the chamber was crawling with greenery, and even her modest horn-light picked out a greater array of the grabbing limbs—similar to the one on Tight's tail.
"It wasn't this big before. Has it grown?" Bright Day looked around the chamber, marveling at all the extra greenery.
"It has been growing. Bit by bit, although it is faster than most plants. I come down here from time to time, making sure nopony is sneaking it." Tight nodded. "Are you ready, Bright?"
"Tight, he needs a moment." Sugar could feel how aroused Bright was. Her magic supporting him was supporting his hard stallionhood too, after all. "If you could wait outside for him to be settled?"
"It's alright!" Bright Day wanted more than anything for his arousal to go down, but the last thing he wanted was to be left alone with Sugar Belle in this state. His friendship with both Tight and Sugar wasn't worth a little thrill like that. "Just carry me close, I take it the plant will be able to deal with me?"
Sugar Belle started walking closer, her hooves soon among greenery. "You be gentle with Bright Day." Her admonishment broke the tension, and she heard Bright giggle. "If you don't…" The empty threat hung in the air. Sugar floated Bright even closer still.
"What will it do f—" Bright hadn't even seen where the big, hand-like grabber had come from. One moment the plant had been still, and the next he was plunged into darkness. His rasping breathing calmed as a soft floral scent reached his nose. It was impossible for Bright not to smile, and swing his tail behind him.
Relaxing, Bright Day felt his concerns and worries float from his head—each wrapped in soft, floral gas. Even with his wobbly legs, and with his sense of balance shifting moment to moment, Bright managed to walk. The plant wouldn't need to fight to take control of him, to bend him to its will; Bright Day welcomed its touches.
Unfortunately, his legs wobbled a little too much, and Bright fell to the ground. He was surprised at the soft landing, and felt around with his hooves, finding only soft and lush vegetation. He tried to mumble, to promise the plant his devotion, to beg it to take control of him and heal him, but it heeded none of his words. He knew it didn't care what he wanted, it had plans.
Something soft, wet, and pliant kissed at the rock-hard tip of Bright's shaft, and her moaned into the restraint around his face. The plant wasted no time, and started to slip its sheath around his penis, and Bright slumped to his side and stretched the upper-rear leg back, giving his lover full access to him.
Tight blinked at the sight of the stallion literally giving himself to the plant. "He really wanted this, huh?"
"We could go our whole lives and never as completed as he looks to be right now." Sugar leaned against Tight's side.
"I don't know." Reaching one of his large wings up and over Sugar Belle, Tight hugged her close to him. "I feel that way every time I look at you."
"You are the worst flatterer ever, Tight Squeeze, which is one of the reasons I married you." Sugar Belle followed up her accusation with a kiss.
Arousal coursed through Bright Day's body, a mixture of his own enjoyment and the plant's urging. He humped a little as the sheath claimed more of him, and he couldn't help but roll a little more, making sure nothing the plant wanted to do would inconvenience it.
Just as the sheath finished reaching the base of his shaft, Bright felt something coil around the base of his scrotum, pulling his sensitive balls inside and squeezing at them. He couldn't stop himself from rolling to his back. Spreading his legs wide apart, Bright Day started moaning into the hand around his face, heedless of anypony watching.
While the plant massaged his shaft, he felt a tightness grow in his balls, as tighter and tighter the plant squeezed. A sharp pinch and Bright couldn't stop himself kicking up in futile reflex, as the plant castrated him.
For Bright, it wasn't a fantasy, his dream was a reality. He didn't imagine a mare sucking or screwing him, he didn't picture any one of a thousand scenes that the average stallion would make up to explain the incredible feelings. Bright Day knew what the plant was doing, even in his drugged haze, and he loved every second of it.
The moment a new intrusion pressed into his rear, Bright lost his struggle with his own arousal. Squirming and humping up into the grip of the plant, he unloaded what ejaculate was still within his prostate. But of course the plant wasn't done. It milked at his shaft more, not even slowing down.
Whatever was in Bright's rear seemed to work deeper and deeper, and he tried to relax for it, but the constant attention was leaving him out of control of his body. The plant seemed to be playing with him, extracting another orgasm from him before a new, strange sensation started.
Pressure, of something trying to go back in, eased into being. It started at nothing, but soon all Bright Day could focus on was the thing pushing back into his empty scrotum. In his mind, he imagined the plant as having broken down the parts it needed, and now it was installing what it wanted him to have. Moaning into the grip around his face, he climaxed again when the hefty shape finally pushed into his scrotum.
More stretching, and a feeling of something pushing into his rear, inside the shaft already buried there. Weakly kicking his legs, Bright gave up every semblance of control to the plant. When it gave him pleasure, he took it. When it pushed new things into him, he accepted them as his due. And when it caused him pleasure, he welcomed it as a gift he would always treasure.
"Is it wrong that his raw enjoyment of that turns me on?" Tight watched Bright Day, squirming on his back, wag his tail like a possessed puppy. "I remember what it did to me, and how it made me think of you, but I would love to know what he is dreaming of right now."
"He isn't, Tight." Leaning up to gently nibble at Tight's ear, Sugar kept one eye on Bright. "He opened up a little more to me than to you. This is his dream, he is living it."
"Lucky. But it's not so bad, I guess. I get to live out my dream every day." Tight titled his head, letting Sugar have free rein over his ears. "When it did that to me, I thought of you."
"There is something we need to talk about, you sweet-talking stallion." Nuzzling at Tight's ear, Sugar closed her eyes. "When he wakes up he is going to need a mare." Her words caused Tight to stiffen, she could feel it through the tight contact.
"I didn't think of that. What are we going to do?" Tight realized this was ever going to be the problem when converting single ponies. "One of us will…" He trailed off, taking the spoken thought to its conclusion in his head.
"One of us will." Sugar nuzzled Tight's cheek now, stirring her husband from his concentration. "It will not change us. I am yours."
"And I am yours." Tight finished the phrase off, as he had when they had wed.
Bright wasn't sure when he had lost consciousness, but the feeling of need in him was plenty enough to bring him fully awake. The tight grip around his shaft was gone, but he was achingly hard, and he needed a mare to sink himself in.
The hand around his face gave a puff of something, and opened. Taking a deep breath, Bright Day sighed and shook his head. He couldn't think quite as well as he wanted, but took it as read that it was the plant's doing. Rolling over, he pushed down with his legs and was up and standing. The perfect smell hit his nose, doing nothing to assuage his need; he smelled mare.
Lurching forward in the dark, Bright followed his nose to the soft flank it issued from. He was completely lost to his need as he reared up and landed on the mare's back. Bucking his hips, he was frantic in his efforts to find her, and while he missed a lot, it only took one shot on target and everything exploded around him.
Humping forward as hard as he could, Bright could think of only one mare who had been present when he was taken by the plant. His tongue was thick in his mouth, and though he couldn't say her name, he could think of only how good it felt to be inside Sugar Belle.
Pulling himself up further with his forelegs, Bright's body was on automatic. Over and over he bucked into the squeezing marehood, and he felt perfect. Approaching his end, he felt the new part that the plant had put in him seem to tingle.
Sudden tightness gripped Bright, and his shaft was in the wringer that was a mare's contractions during climax. The sensation around his shaft pushed Bright past his limit, and grabbing as tight as he could to the mare's plump rump, he shoved until his groin met her rear.
"That is so hot…" Sugar couldn't keep her words to herself. She watched her masculine husband taken—willingly—by Bright Day, and it tickled something inside. Far from just being about the sex, her own arousal was even higher by knowing Tight would do this for her, and for Bright.
The four words shattered Bright's fantasy. The words themselves were fine, complimentary, but they came from one side and not from the mare under him. Snapping his eyes open, not even remembering when he had closed them, he turned in the direction of Sugar Belle's voice.
"Back with us?" Sugar Belle saw a confused look grace Bright's face. "What's wrong?"
Rather than answer, Bright looked forward and down. Of course he saw the green mane and pink fur of Tight Squeeze. He would have hit a new level of shock, but a stimulating squeeze from Tight's marehood caught him off guard, and triggered his own arousal. Leaning down, he nuzzled at Tight's wings and started to buck again. Thinking was definitely a task slated for later on Bright Day's to-do list.
Bright Day staggered when he dismounted Tight Squeeze. The combination of the plant being the one forcing him, along with actually being forced, had earned him enough stamina for two "encores" with Tight. He stared at Tight's back end, part of him admiring how it looked, while another part still wrestled with it being a stallion he had mounted.
His musing was broken when Sugar Belle walked over. "He wanted it to be him. Silly colt, but he can be clever when he wants to be. Can you walk?" She reached a hoof up and stroked Tight's tail, mentally commanding it to give her husband a little modesty.
"I think I can." With each step Bright took, his legs wobbled, but it was different to when he was sick. "Really takes it out of you…"
"Funny." Tight Squeeze turned around, coming to his senses after the surprisingly good sex. "Not too long ago you were all for putting things in."
Sugar leaned across to her husband and cupped a hoof ineffectually. "Honey drop, are you making a joke to avoid thinking about how good Bright felt?" She gently nibbled Tight's ear, and lowered her voice so she really was being discrete. "That was pretty hot, you know."
Tight spun to look at his wife. "You liked seeing me…?" He pondered the idea, juggling it around in his head. In the end he had to concede some things. "It was really fun. He is almost as big as you, and I think he has had more experience." He turned to wink at the shocked Bright Day.
"Are you saying he was more fun than I am?" By her tone, Sugar Belle was giving her husband a warning.
"That depends. Are you going to prove me wrong?" Tight's question, he knew, was just the thing to break any tension his statement had stirred up. He got a kiss for his effort.
"Later." Sugar Belle turned to look at Bright. "We need to get you back to Patched. She wants to take a look at you right away."
Bright Day almost couldn't keep up with the couple, but he got to watch them both walk out of the cave, which meant that each of their rears were outlined in Sugar Belle's horn's light. Deep inside, something drove him to follow his two friends, and it wasn't just that the tingling of need still inside. He shivered for a moment, turned to look at the plant, and smiled. "I'll do what you want, I promise."
When Bright caught up with them—at the entrance to the cave—Sugar Belle turned to him. "Feeling a little better in the sunshine?" The change in Bright's condition was nothing short of miraculous.
Spreading his wings, Bright closed his eyes and tilted his head up to fully catch the sun's rays. "I really do. Thank you—both of you—for doing this. I don't know who I could have asked and—and it really was fun, Tight."
Tight could see it had cost his friend a lot to admit it, probably as much as he had felt it cost him to admit earlier. "Somepony had to be there for you, and I figured we are friends."
Sugar Belle leaned against Tight, causing him to stumble sideways, and against Bright. "Maybe more than friends now?"
"Honey drop?" Tight Squeeze didn't exactly mind being close to Bright Day, but he wasn't the target of Tight's attention. "Are you actually trying to push us together? Be honest, now."
"A little…" Trailing off, Sugar Belle lifted a hoof to tap her chin. "Might just be I want to see my cutie for once. No matter what position, it is almost impossible to really admire you when you are at your cutest."
"My cutest is while having sex?" Tight reached a wing up in each direction, pulling Sugar Belle and Bright Day closer, although Bright seemed much less comfortable with the embrace.
Bright's confusion about the hug faded as he examined Tight's wing. "Your wings are huge. And look at the feather coloring." Ducking out from under the big wing, he nonetheless used one of his own to pull just enough to inspect Tight Squeeze's primary feathers. "These are like—like alicorn wings!"
Tight turned to look at the feathers Bright was inspecting. "That's ridiculous. It couldn't be…" He trailed off as he attempted to demonstrate that his wings definitely weren't alicorn wing-like in any way. The problem was, Tight Squeeze's wings did look huge, with the distinctive spread of feathers that made them resemble those of an alicorn.
"Princess Tight Squeeze!" Sugar Belle pranced forward. "Behold! Behold! The Princess T—" She laughed when Tight chased after her. "Behold!"
Laughing at the antics of Sugar and Tight, Bright Day trotted along behind the pair, and tried to sort his feelings and thoughts. On one hoof they were both friends, but on the other he had always had a crush on Sugar Belle, and now he was feeling similar excitement at the thought of Tight Squeeze. Of course, it didn't help that he had been having sex with Tight not even an hour ago.
He had been forced to have sex, Bright knew, but he wasn't unhappy about it. Just the thought that the plant literally could turn his libido to max at any second actually aroused him further. Trotting along, he let his thoughts slip into a daydream. He was being used by the plant, fertilizing mares left and right. Nothing he could do would stop either the plant or the lusty mares from using him.
Using her magic, Sugar had to restrain Bright from walking right into Patched Scrape's home. "Bright?" She could easily see Bright was fully aroused, and part of her wanted to just invite him inside and let him work out his frustrations. Instead, Sugar leaned up to Bright Day's ear and whispered to him. "You still need to work off some energy. After Patched has seen to you."
Tight realized something, as his wife promised sex to Bright Day, that he might just be into the idea of "sharing" too. He opened the door and ushered Bright and Sugar inside. "Both of you get in there before anypony sees us."
"Nopony will see us, everypony is inside, sick." Sugar only wished it was a joke, but she was correct. The street running through Our Town was completely empty of ponies.
"There you are!" Patched Scrape now had nearly ten critical ponies in her house, but with Double Diamond she did have help. "Help him to this bed, quickly. Then we can…" Her frantic speech trailed off to nothing as she realized that Bright Day looked perfectly healthy.
Tight Squeeze gestured to Bright. "He doesn't need help."
"...with walking." Sugar Belle waggled her eyebrows, but quickly felt the oppressive tension in the air push down on her sense of humor. "He is a little worked up, but I don't think you are going to need to test him."
"I still need to test him. Up on the bed please." Patched grabbed herself a thermometer and a tongue depressor. Ignoring Bright's erection was taking everything Patched Scrape had; he was new to being a member of their little club, which caused her to want to do things to him.
The physical was quick, but Patched found all she needed to know: like herself and the others, whatever the plant did, seemed to protect Bright from what was ailing the town. His temperature was normal, as was his reaction times. When she pinched the skin at his neck with her magic, it quickly sprung back. "I need to inspect what it has done."
Bright's eyes widened, and he nodded slowly. When he felt a hoof press to his side, he started to roll over. The gasp of surprise was enough to make Bright blush, he knew he was rock hard and ready, but he suddenly realized that the Doctor didn't. "S-S-Sorry!"
Tight insinuated himself at the end of the bed, his head hovering just above Bright's, only Tight Squeeze's head was up the right way. "It's okay, Bright. You can't help this, and you can't stop what it makes you want to do." The moment he said it, Tight watched the stallion blush.
"Th-That's the problem." Bright would have had a hope of reducing his arousal if Tight Squeeze wasn't telling Bright his greatest fantasy, all while standing in a position that left Bright staring under Tight's belly. His fantasy came back, but now he wasn't just serving dozens of mares, he was also the plaything of stallions.
Screwing his eyes closed, Bright tried to ignore the situation. He was just laying on his back while a doctor checked him over. He wasn't practically aimed at the shaft of the stallion he himself had served earlier. Nope, and the doctor wasn't massaging around the base of his shaft. As the last thought came, Bright Day jerked up and looked at what was going on. Patched Scrape's magic was gently prodding at his swollen scrotum.
"Excluding the mass the plant deposited, along with one of your returned gonads, there seems to be absolutely nothing wrong with you." Tight Squeeze had to pull herself, mentally, back from Bright Day. "Given your previous state, I can only assume that whatever the plant does clears this sickness right out."
"How sick are the ponies in here?" Bright Day looked around the room, seeing the cots of coughing and sick ponies.
Patched Scrape lost any semblance of resistance. "I don't know if I can keep them going for another day. Candle is so sick I am amazed she lasted this long. The others…"
Double Diamond put one of his big forelegs around Patched as he came up to her. Squeezing Patched, he lifted his head to face his friends. "All right, everypony, we are going to get these ponies to the cave!"
Looking up at Double Diamond, Patched was amazed by the level of leadership he exuded. She smiled, but it was a grim one. "Right. Candle and Banjo first. See if you can ask them if they want this."
Sugar Belle flexed her magic and looked around the room. Ten ponies. "If you give me the strength to do this… well…" She didn't know what to promise the plant out loud. To one side she saw her former mentor, and rushed over to Fresh Baked. "Fresh…"
"That's you, innit, Sugar?" Fresh knew she had a fever, knew she was wasting strength rapidly, but she was heartened to hear that Sugar didn't have the same rasping cough. "What's the score? How long've I got?"
"Doc says not long, Fresh. There is something that can help, but it is a little… strange." Sugar realized suddenly how hard it was to describe this. "It is a plant that gets inside you."
"That's what's keepin' you—" Fresh broke into a round of coughs, feeling her airway fight to clear itself. " 'ealthy?" She saw her former student nod. "Sounds good."
Lifting her head, Sugar Belle saw nods from her friends, each having picked a cot. Lifting up the cots of the ponies already agreeing, Sugar felt her magic flex under the weight, but not break. Her eyes were a little wide at how much she was carrying.
Sugar watched her friends get permission from more of the occupants, and hefted those too. Soon she had eight cots floating, and felt she was at her limit. "I can't carry more. I might drop somepony, or worse, everypony."
Patched strained her magic, burning every bit of strength she had left after days of caring for sick ponies, and managed to lift a cot. Struggling to hold the weight, she saw Double Diamond lift another, with Tight and Bright's help, onto his own back. Her heart beat faster, and she found herself falling in love with Double's determination and willingness to help. And with the stallion, too.
"Come on, everypony." Double Diamond was happy to use his most common rallying cry to bring his friends together. Heading out of Patched's home, they began to march up the street. As he marched, he heard a few doors open, and sick ponies peek out at the procession.
Tight Squeeze knew what they looked like, and was surprised when an earth pony slipped out of their home to stagger over to him. "We aren't burying them." Tight studied the pony, and recognized him as the town's cheese-maker.
"I thought it might be…" Stinky Cheese, had moved to help what he thought was a funeral procession. Reining in his thoughts, he coughed before he continued. "So what're you doing?"
"A drastic cure." Keeping his voice low, Tight Squeeze looked at the surprised stallion. "Come on, you can see how some of us are—"
"Different. Got those plant bits and stuff. Figured it was your own business." As Stinky walked along, he felt his muscles weakening at the stress. "Are you sayin' that's what is keepin' you healthy?"
"Yeah. Yeah it is." Tight hoped he hadn't just triggered a mass exodus. "You're welcome to come, but like I said, it's really drastic. We don't even know what it—the plant—will do to you."
"Hold on." Turning, Stinky made his way back to his house and poked his head back in the door.
Tight waited for the stallion, and knew what was coming. Frosty Top, Stinky Cheese's husband and a unicorn, walked out, and together both stallions made there way to where Tight Squeeze was waiting. "Both of you?"
"I'm not leavin' Frosty behind." Stinky coughed, and leaned to nuzzle Frosty Top's cheek. "An' I don't think he'd do the same."
"You're right about that, love." Frosty returned the nuzzle. "He said this plant-stuff keeps you healthy? You're taking the sickest first, right?"
"Can't say I didn't warn you, but you are as likely to end up looking like me, or Sugar Belle, or even Night Glider." Tight pointed towards the stone formation where the cave was. "It's up to you." He turned and started walking again, slowly, only to have both stallions following.
Cream and Party joined the little group, as did several other onlookers. It was the same for each of the new ponies to join them; Tight would explain what would happen in broad strokes. Not everypony joined the procession, but their numbers swelled a little more.
Everypony could see that Patched had been doing what she could, but by the time they reached the cave there was nearly a dozen extra ponies. "The sickest first." Patched nodded to Sugar, and started to examine those who had walked.
"Party Favor, I need some light, please." Sugar Belle's magic was up to a lot it seemed, but she didn't dare try too much for fear of dropping somepony.
Cream'n Sugar accompanied Party Favor into the cave. She still felt a little odd about the feelings within her, but the plant had given her and Party more to bond over. So far little had been asked of them in return for the change in their lives. "More light, Party. Make sure Sugar can see where her hooves and her patients are."
"I know where my hooves are, I just don't want to jostle anypony." As Sugar Belle walked deeper into the caves, she saw the plant had grown further still since their last visit. "Please be gentle with them, they are sick." Sugar could see four of the mouth-like vines ready and waiting.
Focusing her mind, Sugar tried to impart on the plant how sick the ponies were, and that it had to be gentle. A tingle ran through her, almost surprising her enough to mess up her magic. "Thank you." Levitating two cots forward, Sugar Belle set the sick ponies within reach of the plant.
"Is it going to be—" Party Favor, his horn glowing as bright as he could make it, watched as vines carefully slipped into each cot and drew the ponies from them. He smiled to see how caring the plant was.
Fresh Baked leaned her head from the side of her cot—next in line—and watched as the plant enveloped the two sick ponies. "What's it gonna do to us?" She didn't look away from the two already in the plant's care.
"It's going to put something into you that will make you change. Like what it did for me and the others. You wait and see." Sugar Belle hefted Fresh's cot towards the plant next, with Banjo Solo.
Wandering a little deeper, Cream'n Sugar saw there was room for more further in. "Sugar! In here. It—" Snapping her mouth closed as she watched the plant, Cream saw as a new row of buds popped open into vertical mouth pods. "It's growing more!"
One by one Sugar found room for the most critical ponies. Every time she felt worried about what fate she was consigning them to, she felt a warm tingle run through her. She had quickly worked out it wasn't her conscience but the plant itself.
"What's going on in here? Any room yet?" Frosty Tip coughed and almost slumped to the floor of the cave. At his side, Stinky braced and let Frosty put a foreleg over them.
Stinky nuzzled Frosty's cheek. "Patched said that Frosty here is the worst of the walking wounded. I don't know what exactly that plant is doing to our friends, but I haven't heard any of them cough." He gestured with his snout towards the first rank of four ponies being tended to.
Sugar Belle shook her head. "It's doing what it can, but it is full up at the moment." She floated two of the empty cots over. "If you need to rest, you could use these." She could see Stinky's legs wobble a little, and it wasn't hard to work out that the stallion was struggling. "In fact, I think it would be best if you did. I don't want anypony spooking the plant."
"Only since you insist." Stinky coughed a little and sank down into one of the cots, while Frosty Top took the one beside him. "Does it hurt?" The moment he asked, he saw Sugar Belle's face light up in a blush.
"N-Not exactly. You could even say it's pretty exciting." Sighing, Sugar Belle shook her head and surrendered to the truth. "They get very personal, and will not only make you feel good, but will make you very—very needy."
"I haven't felt 'very needy' for over a week." Stinky leaned across to his mate and nuzzled Frosty.
Tight Squeeze walked up to his wife and spread one of his wings over Sugar's back. "I told everypony as plainly as I could. It's their decision to come in now." Even knowing that the bump in Sugar's belly was something the plant had put there, Tight still felt good when he pulled her to his side and squeezed her with the wing.
"It is working hard on this." Sugar nuzzled Tight's cheek. "I don't know how I know, but I do." She shrugged and surrendered to Tight's hug. "Your wings have grown again." She felt his wing touching her shoulder and his primaries were tickling her cutie mark.
Tight grinned. "You know what they say about the size of a stallion's wings and his…" Waggling his eyebrows for all he was worth, he almost missed hearing more hoofsteps come up behind him. Tilting his head to the side, he looked back over his shoulder to see Bright Day walking in, with four more sick ponies at his side.
"I hope the plant can get some of the first lot done quickly, I don't want to lose anypony." Sugar felt anxious and weary, the latter mostly because of the effort it had taken to carry so many ponies.
Double Diamond started collecting the cots from where Sugar had left them, forming a queue out of them behind Stinky and Frosty.
Seeing her coltfriend's plan, Patched clopped her hooves to get the attention of the gathered ponies. "Everypony please take a cot and get comfortable. This process can take a while, and while I know this isn't as comfortable as your houses, it—"
"Comfortable nothin'. No way to get comfortable with this—" Stinky broke into a fit of coughing, as if to prove his point.
Previously, it had taken nearly eight hours for the plant to fully adapt a pony in the most basic sense. But the plant felt urgency, at first from Sugar Belle's urging, and then from its new subjects. The plant wasn't an expert in pony biology, but it could tell a few of the ponies wouldn't have lasted long enough for it to convert.
In all, it finished converting all the ponies in a quarter of the time, burning up a good chunk of its reserves in the process. Its normal process of making all ponies super fertile first had to be bypassed, there simply wasn't enough reproductive matter for all the mares to be made "fully" fertile.
Sugar Belle was slumped on the ground beside Tight Squeeze, sharing his warmth under one wing while Bright Day was gathered under the other. She felt the tingle inside again, and lifted her head. Light suddenly flooded the chamber. Realizing she had put a little too much power into the simple spell, Sugar brought the light down from "almost daytime" to "comfortable to see in" with just a thought.
The bright light pulled Patched Scrape from her own dream. With patients to care for, she hadn't been getting her full allotment of downtime hours, and had been snuggled against Double Diamond's side. Looking first to Sugar Belle, she followed her friend's gaze and saw ponies slowly rising from the grip of the plants. "How long has it been?"
Double Diamond yawned wide, and bit down on it early to reply. "Only a few hours. Can it really be done with them already?" He worked his head under Patched's nearest foreleg, and started to rise.
Lifting to her hooves, Patched stumbled a few steps, then stretched. Walking across the intervening space, she watched as one of the newly converted ponies tried to get their hooves under them and stand, only to struggle. "Fresh?"
Fresh Baked felt incredibly better and weak at the same time. Her breath came easily for the first time in days, and her eyes could focus. Feeling hungry suddenly, she tried to stand up, only to stumble and start to fall. When an impact with the ground didn't come, she realized somepony had caught her in their magic.
Her horn glowing with pure telekinetic force, Sugar Belle held her mentor in her magic. "Hold on, Fresh." Walking forwards, the tendrils and vines of the plant were subdued, and ignored her completely. She reached Fresh as Patched did.
"Just give me a second to get my hooves under me. And does anypony have anything to eat?" Fresh braced her legs when she felt the magic slowly let go. With locked knees she stood and checked herself over with a mental checklist. Wings, head, legs, belly, tail. There was the feeling of something inside her, and a dream rushed back to her in bits and pieces. The plant had put a piece of itself inside her.
"We should have brought food…" Sugar Belle couldn't believe that it was the one time she had forgotten to bring something and everypony was hungry. "Bright, Tight, Double." She rattled off names of helpers. "Tight will show you both where the left over bread we baked is, go back to our bakery and grab as much as you can carry."
Patched Scrape was too focused on her patients to see the stallions off. Using her stethoscope, she listened to Fresh Baked's chest, and heard not a bit of the wheezing that had been there mere hours earlier. "Apart from hungry, how do you feel?"
The question made Fresh test her wings, swing her tail a little, and stretch her neck. "I feel quite good. Weak as a foal still…"
"You have been critically sick for days, seeing you stand is more than I hoped for." Patched couldn't help but let a little of the worry she had carried for her patients slip into her voice.
"Yer plant did this?" Fresh looked around the cave, seeing the plant taking up the bulk of the area they were in, and she saw the queue of ponies in cots. "I'm takin' up space. Get me to a cot and get another pony in there."
"Frosty first." Stinky's throat felt like he had swallowed a mile of sandpaper, but he was still doing better than his mate, and he knew it. He tried to get up, but slumped back onto the cot when his legs just didn't do what he wanted them to.
Magic wrapped around Stinky and Frosty's cots, lifting them both and bringing them to the spot where Fresh Baked and now Banjo Solo were departing from.
Juggling ponies and cots, Sugar lifted the two stallions from their cots and lay them both where the plant had infested Fresh and Banjo, and levitated the latter onto the cots. Her magic was astounding her with its reliability and strength, and Sugar was deeply thankful for both. Pony after pony, she changed them over two at a time until the ponies who had been sickest—now converted by the plant—were resting comfortably, and the others were in the grip of the vines.
Patched wandered around, reaching around the ponies the plant was working on, checking their breathing and vitals. None of the vines moved to impede her, but neither did they give her any extra room. She checked the inner chamber, ensuring everypony was not just alive, but they were being tended to by their floral benefactor. By the time she stumbled into the outer chamber, she saw Tight, Double, and Bright passing out loaves of bread to all the recovering ponies. "We're really doing it. They're alright?"
Sugar Belle moved to walk beside Patched as the doctor made her way to the group of recovering ponies. "I didn't realize how close it was for some of them. But for the plant, there are ponies here that wouldn't still be with us."
Nearly a dozen sets of hooves started slowly clopping together, and it took Patched Scrape a few moments to realize it was her they were applauding. She stared at the ten ponies, seeing hope and smiles in equal number. "Please, conserve your strength."
"There'll be enough time for conservin' later. Right now, we gotta thank the ponies who saved us." Banjo Solo glared around at the "youngsters" around him. "Ah to Tartarus with it. I'm gonna sleep for a week or two." A low round of chuckles met his proclamation, but Banjo was true to his word, and soon was asleep on his cot.
Leaving the ponies to their recovery, and Patched to organizing things how she wanted them—which Patched always inevitably got—Sugar Belle ambled deeper into the cave, going past the "inner" room where most of the ponies were being infested, and squeezed through a tight gap into a deeper one.
Standing in the room where she herself was adapted by the plant, Sugar walked up to the thickest vine and kissed it. "You saved them." She choked on the sudden rush of emotion she felt, the love for the plant. "I might not have trusted you before, but you are one of us now." She reached deep within, for the link she knew to be connection to the plant, and pushed all her emotions at it.
A rustling noise behind her stole Sugar's attention from the strange meditation she was performing, and she turned to see Tight Squeeze behind her.
"Things are different now, aren't they?" Tight walked up to Sugar's side and spread a wing over her. "Our numbers have doubled—more than doubled. I don't think it made all the mares have dongs."
"This sapped its strength. And I don't know as there was enough balls to go around. I am sure we are going to get a whole journal of paperwork from Patched about each pony." Turning her nuzzling from the plant to her husband, Sugar exchanged a few kisses with Tight. "Did you see Fresh's wings?"
"A little like mine. And Milk Drop's tail had a bud in it." Never one to pass up smooches, Tight kissed and nuzzled Sugar back. "What are we going to do with Bright? I like him, he is…" Tight waved a hoof. "He has an excitement for life, and I think he gets off on the plant making him horny too much to be alone."
"He needs somepony, but should it be us? Don't get me wrong, I loved seeing you two having fun." Sugar kissed Tight firmly to forestall any interruption, then quickly continued. "And I know you had fun. So I think we give him a place to relax and work off his needs. We are both pregnant, so it's not like he will get either of us with foal."
All the ponies agreed to stay in the caves a few more hours before moving the newly infested. It was cozy with them all in just a few small caves, but Bright Day had a problem—he itched. Underneath his belly, his shaft was throbbing and hard, and he couldn't help looking at everypony present as if they were his mare to mount.
Closing his eyes didn't help; when Bright surrendered to darkness, his subconscious took the reins. Every pony in the caves suddenly got up and started screwing, and he could see and smell every one of them. His fantasy plucked Sugar Belle and Tight Squeeze out of the mass of ponies, and each of them offered themselves to him. He couldn't decide, but he had to.
Lifting a forehoof, Bright was about to point when said hoof bumped something back in the real world. His eyes snapped open, and he was staring at Tight's face. More importantly, Bright Day's forehoof was planted firmly on Tight Squeeze's snout. "Uh… boop?"
Tight Squeeze waited until Bright pulled his hoof back, which didn't take long. "How are you holding up? You looked like you could use some company." He pointed with a wing, indicating the cave full of ponies, most of which had formed up into little groups.
"I can't stop thinking about it!" Bright blushed the moment he blurted out his problem. Saying it out loud made him feel his need more intimately, and he shifted his hips. Lowering his voice, he couldn't keep the need and desire from his tone. "It wants me to—to have sex with everything that moves."
"And you like that it is doing this to you?" Tight watched Bright's hips twitch and shift again. Remembering the acute need the plant had driven him to, Tight couldn't help but feel even more for the other stallion.
"No." Bright was lying. He adored what it made him want to do, and he even loved that he had to keep himself stifled. Anything that reminded him that his body was the tool of the plant was a just another little thing to make him groan inside.
Tight Squeeze knew Bright well enough by now to know he was lying. "Are you sure? I think it's pretty hot."
Bright paused for a moment, his brain not quite following what had been said. "S-S-Sorry? You thought it—thought it was hot?" He stared at Tight, trying to make sense of the other stallion's words. "But I thought I—"
"You thought you were the only pony the plant is messing with? The only pony who likes how their life is now?" Ruffling his oversize wings, Tight Squeeze couldn't deny that he was hard as a rock. "I think it isn't just using sexual urges to control us. I think it wants foals—lots and lots of foals."
"S-So it wants me to get all the mares pregnant? Am I meant to fight for them?" Bright didn't like the sound of that. He wanted himself to be the one controlled, not be the pony to control others.
"Oh, not at all. But you know the plant makes most of us be both, right?" Tight had worked hard to stop feeling anything but good about his feminine side, and it showed now in his steady words.
"But not me, right? I mean, I came out of it and I don't have a vagina. I must be staying a stallion." Each word came out slower and slower as Bright Day watched Tight's expression turn from neutral to denial. "R-Right?"
Tight Squeeze was a little surprised by Bright's response, but as Tight looked back at his own changes, he realized that he would have been the same way. "It took me over a week to grow all that. It is slow, but for the type of hybrid the plant is making you into, you are going to have both."
Some confusion swelled around Bright Day's head as his own ideas on what was happening clashed with what Tight Squeeze was saying. When it sank in that the plant was literally going to make him carry a foal for it, he groaned and humped at the ground.
"But… I don't know if I am ready for this. I am going to be a mother?" Bright shifted his hips again. His shaft throbbed to be used.
"It's okay. I know where you're coming from there. I was so nervous to even have my vulva touched for fear that I would get pregnant." Memories of his times being so coy and shy to his own wife made Tight chuckle. "I am now, and I don't regret it one bit."
"I don't have anypony to help, though. I will have to raise my foal all on my—" Bright cut his sentence short, and looked at the smile on Tight's face. "What?"
"You won't have to raise anypony alone. Sugar and I will help." Tight leaned forward, and before Bright could protest, kissed the other stallion's cheek. "But you really don't have to worry about that until you have the parts."
"But what about…" Bright trailed off. He looked away from Tight Squeeze, needing something else to focus on, and wound up looking up at Sugar Belle. "S-Sugar! I wasn't, and he wasn't, and neither of us—"
"Shh. Bright Day, do you need some relief?" Sugar asked in the same way she would ask if a pony wanted cake, or if they would like something else baked instead.
Bright Day's body was screaming at him, shouting down his reason to accept. He choked a little, and shoved back at the need. "I don't want to take advantage of you!" A wing curled around his side.
Lifting as he stood up, Tight Squeeze used his new, bigger wing to pull Bright to his hooves too. "You couldn't take advantage of us. It's two against one, it would be us taking advantage of you." He gestured with his other wing towards the deeper caves where the plant resided.
Putting one hoof before the other, Bright Day surrendered to his needs. "Why?"
"Because you looked like you needed somepony's help, and because I don't know what I would have done if Tight hadn't been there for me." Sugar Belle walked on the opposite flank from her husband.
Bright Day was about to ask Sugar Belle for some light, when he stepped into the deeper cave and saw a soft glow coming from the plant. But there was more: Tight Squeeze's wings both had the same glow coming from his feathers, and his tail was illuminated too. "Wow."
"Was I this distracted when I was first changed?" Sugar Belle watched as Bright's eyes wouldn't leave her husband's rump.
"You were fixated, dear, remember?" Tight turned a little, making sure his tail was tucked to the side as he turned his rump to face Bright.
"I had a lot to be fixated on." She couldn't completely work out what it was about playing for another stallion's enjoyment, but Sugar Belle found it was something that turned her on. Her wider belly bumped up against Tight's flatter one so they were standing side by side. She turned to Tight, and offered him her lips.
Almost ready to scream in need, Bright Day watched as his two friends made out. His eyes trailed down from their faces to their plots, and he saw heaven. Both looked perfect in their own way. Sugar Belle was the picture of a healthy mare with foal, and Tight Squeeze was exotic, and a reminder that the plant was in control of their sex lives.
Bright felt a rush of feelings pour over him like honey. He leaned forward and nibbled on Tight's tail. But his target was Sugar Belle. The well-rounded plot, and swollen, aroused lips of Sugar's vulva were hypnotizing. He jumped forward and up.
"Looks like it's your turn, sugar-puff." Tight broke the kiss only long enough to congratulate Sugar, before returning to the embrace. The kiss deepened, and Tight pressed his advantage. He felt movement, sharp and repetitive, echo through his wife's body. He half turned, breaking the kiss to watch Bright Day in his moment of bliss.
Tight Squeeze knew too well what the plant could drive a pony to, and with another nuzzle to his wife, he circled around to Bright Day's union with Sugar Belle. "I remember what this was like." He reached a wing to brush at Bright's flank.
"There—there's a lot of single ponies in—in town." Every third or fourth thrust drove all the air from Sugar Belle's lungs, and caused her to speak in halting gasps. "Somepony needs to—to—to get them together."
Bright was lost in a haze of bliss. His shaft was clutched tightly in a mare—one he had lusted after for some time—and there was nothing he could do to resist. Not that he wanted to. He bucked for all he was worth, giving his body to the tight leash the plant held over his libido. Unable to hold back in the slightest, he gave a deep groan and pounded rapidly, shoving himself as deep in Sugar Belle as he could before his body exploded.
Sugar Belle was surprised at how quickly Bright Day had spent himself. She turned to look at him and saw him practically collapsed on her back. "Wow. Somepony really needed that." She used her magic to stroke under Bright's jaw. "Tight, honey, I don't think he will be ready for another performance just yet. You are going to have to wait."
"Oh, I bet I can get him going again." Tight spread a wing up and over Bright's back, and leaned up to whisper in his ear. "Bright? Remember when the plant had you?" He kept his voice low, but made sure Bright heard it. There was no sign of life until Bright managed a slight nod. "Remember that feeling of it taking something out of you?"
Bright's mind was fuzzy and confused. He focused on Tight Squeeze's voice, and nodded a second time.
"It took both your balls, Bright, but it only put one back." Tight's lips brushed Bright's twitching ear. "The plant took part of you, and put that into a mare to make her a fertile stallion. Every time she blows her load, it is actually the plant using you in just another way."
"What?!" Sugar gasped as Bright humped against her. The second buck drew more of a moan, and she melted under him as his body started up again. "W-W-What did you say?" Her body rocked with the force of each buck.
"Sugar? Tight? Are you in here?" Poking his head into the deep cave, Double Diamond froze at the sight before him. Bright Day was pounding Sugar Belle. "Get off her!"
"Wait!" Tight tried to interrupt Double's charge, but he was too slow. Double Diamond collided with Bright Day, knocking him from Sugar Belle's back. "They're okay…"
"What are you doing to Sugar Belle? What do you think Tight is going to say if he sees this?" In his righteous anger, Double Diamond didn't notice that it was Tight who tried to stop him—the dim light didn't help matters either. "And you!" He pointed a hoof at Tight. "Why aren't you stopping them—st… stopping… Tight?!"
"Hiya DD." Tight started to get up off the floor of the cave, only to have Sugar Belle help lift him with her magic. "I appreciate looking out for us, but we have this under control. Bright needed to work off some energy."
Double Diamond looked incredulous. He spun on Sugar Belle. "How could you?"
"How could I 'what'? Double Diamond?" On her hooves, Sugar Belle lifted Bright up onto his hooves, and nuzzled at his cheek.
"Tight! You can't do this!" Stomping his heavy hoof, Double Diamond blew a blast of air from his nose. "It's just not right!"
"Wait a second." Tight put a protective wing over Bright's back. "What isn't right? The three of us helping each other work out urges?"
"Yeah! You're married!" Double looked from Bright Day to Tight Squeeze. "How does that even work? You shouldn't—"
Tight looked to Sugar, and the pair nodded. "We shouldn't what, Double? Make ponies happy? How is this different from you, Night, and Patched?" Tight changed targets, and nuzzled Bright's blushing cheek. "I promise to make this up to you later."
Bright was caught between excitement at getting to have some more fun and embarrassment at Double Diamond's accusations. He looked up at Double and saw a confused stallion looking back. "They offered. What was I going to do? Say no? I have had a huge crush on Sugar Belle since I moved here, and since I came out of the plant and Tight…" His mouth was running away from him, and Bright just let it keep going—he was interested to see where it would go. "Tight is the hottest stallion I have ever met."
"Damn straight he is." Sugar Belle used her magic to tickle both Tight and Bright under the chin. "Now, interruptions aside, what did you need, Double?"
Double stared, dumbfounded for a few moments until he did remember why he had come looking for Sugar and Tight. "Patched said there was a lot of strange ponies in town. She thinks it's a team of medical ponies from Manehatten!"
Sugar Belle started to run for the cave entrance, but was trapped by a glowing wing.
"Wait. You need to clean up first, Sugar." Tight held his wife only until she got the message.
"Oh!" Sugar looked around, and made her way to the farthest part of the cave away from the three stallions. She didn't take more than a moment to deal with the results of Bright Day's enjoyment, and when she returned she found Tight hugging Bright to his side. "Well look at you two."
Bright was still in a state of confusion about being suddenly attacked mid coitus, but with a comforting wing over his back he managed to relax a little. That Sugar Belle came to him for a kiss before moving to kiss Tight surprised him more, and made him feel much better.
"I think we are ready for you to lead the way back." Tight lived up to his namesake and squeezed Sugar and Bright at his sides. The moment they left the cave and rejoined the group, Tight could see there was a problem. Night Glider was on one side of Patched, while the group of ponies they had brought to the caves was on the other.
"… you said we wouldn't even last the night. What're you apologizing for?" Banjo had positioned himself between Patched and the cave entrance. "I feel better than I have in years. Yer plant saved our lives, Doc. You don't need to beat yourself up over it." There was a lot of support from the ponies who were the most recent additions to the plant's family. "They're outsiders, anyway. They don't need to know about this."
Patched looked around all the faces turned towards her. "But if we had just waited—"
Double Diamond trotted over to take Patched's side. "Nopony's complaining." He looked among the recovered, and indeed there wasn't a frown among them.
"Definitely not complainin'!" Fresh Baked pranced a little in place, a blush coming to her cheeks. "Best I've felt since before I retired." She gave a knowing look among the others. "Look, Patched, if you need to keep an eye on us that's fine, but you can't beat yourself up over this. What exactly is it the plant is going to make us do again?" She raised an eyebrow.
Milk Drop leaned across and nudged Fresh. "She said we would want to bang any stallion we could find."
Candle Bright snorted. "So you meant to say we will keep feeling like we were forty years younger? Oh no! Let me go complain to the nice doctors who will save me from this terrible fate!" She held a smirk on her face as she looked at Patched.
"They're all on your side." Nuzzling Patched's cheek, Night Glider reached up and hugged Patched. "Come on. Let's go find out what they found out." She gestured to the exit with a wing.
Taking a deep breath, Patched Scrape straightened up and nodded. "Where's Tight Squeeze and Sugar Belle?" She had only to look to the side to see her two friends, with Bright Day very close to them. She raised an eyebrow to Sugar, and only got a grin back from the mare. "Come on then!"
"The water…" Patched sat on a seat in her home, with Double Diamond and Night Glider keeping her company. "I can't believe it was the water! How could I miss something like that?!" She wanted to stomp around and throw things, but Night had berated her the first time she had tried.
"You missed it because you couldn't test for it. The doctors said all the water in town was contaminated with oil. Nopony died, Patches, not a single one." Holding the eyes of her lover, Night Glider gestured to the stack of notes on the table. "There's a lot of things you have to plan for now."
Patched blinked at Night, the topic change jarring her a little. "What do you mean?"
"Well, excusing all the work you have with documenting all the new cases of plant hybrids, you also have to think of your foal." It was true that Night had been a little shocked at the idea of being a mother, but already she was thinking about what to name her foal.
"And yet I am just as horny as I was to begin with." Patched smiled despite her mood. "I thought it was easing off, but in the last few days I have felt more horny than ever."
"I think that might be Double's fault." Night Glider looked towards Double Diamond, and saw the stallion jerk at the mention of his name. "Yes my big stud, your fault."
Double Diamond tried to look as innocent as possible. It was true he had been feeling extra horny again, too, but though he knew the reason, he didn't want to admit it.
"What do you mean?" Patched looked between her two lovers, and realized there was something pulling her towards Double. Tilting her head up, she sniffed at the air.
Night looked from Patched to Double, then back to the doctor again. "You really can't figure it out? Come on DD, show her what is making her act so crazy."
"No." Double Diamond shook his head. "It's embarrassing!"
Now that she had a direction to look, Patched was sure there was something about Double Diamond that was driving her crazy. "It's only us three here. What's to be embarrassed about?" She got up and walked over to where he was laying down.
He managed to look up at Patched for nearly ten heartbeats before Double Diamond had to drop his gaze. "It finally happened." His hips shifted of their own accord. "It changed me into a mare!"
Everything fell into place for Patched. Why Double had been acting a little skittish around her. Why she had been getting more and more worked up. "Do I really have to explain the two things wrong with that exclamation?"
Double breathed a sigh. "I'm still a stallion, and there is nothing wrong with being a mare. Sorry, but this is a little traumatic." He tapped his big forehooves together. "I-I guess you will want to breed me now?"
"That is up to you. But now that I know what is setting me off, I can take steps to not let it affect my work." Patched smiled sideways to Night Glider. "It's not like we don't have enough bits between us to keep me busy, so to speak."
Night Glider's eyes widened, and she put on a mock look of shock. "Whatever will we do?"
Patched could see Double was a little confused still, so turned around and flagged her tail to him. "It must be so terrible for ponies who don't have partners with quite so many fun bits. What do they do with their time?"
Double Diamond's body reacted immediately. His shaft started sliding free of his sheath, and he shifted his position again.
Night Glider, seeing Double looking around in confusion, groaned. "Double Diamond! You are a stallion! Show Patches that!" Curling a wing around, Night Glider thumped herself in the forehead with the feathers. "I am going to go back to that plant and get it to grow me a dong if you keep up this moping."
"Moping?" Double hadn't realized what he was doing. He took in how he had been acting, and why, and groaned. "I'm an idiot." Standing up, he leaned forward and nibbled on Patched's dock. "After this, you can have me."
"You don't have to. This is probably more arousal than I have ever had to put up with, short of that first week, but if you agree to help me with it, I can certainly live with it." Patched looked back over her shoulder, eyes locked on Double's.
"I want to. If not for you, then for me." Double turned the nibble to a sharp bite that earned him a moan from Patched. He jumped and pushed forward, his heavy barrel landing on Patched back. "This is me, now. I should learn how everything works."
Patched opened her mouth to reply, but as she was about to complement him on his new idea, Double Diamond started pushing himself into her. "Buuuuhhhckkk…" It wasn't the itch her body wanted to scratch, but it was a great substitute.
Each bit of his length that Double pushed into her, had Patched groaning and whimpering. When his groin pressed firmly against her plot, she gave a deeply satisfied moan. He held still within her, not moving. She started to turn around, to ask him what he was waiting for, and was caught by surprise as he started in earnest.
On the fifth stroke, Patched heard a gasp of surprise from her back. She turned her head and saw Night Glider was reaching under Double Diamond's tail with a hoof. A glance up to the stallion on her back revealed a startled expression, but not a scared one. "Keep—keep going."
Patched thought Double would stop, that what Night was doing was too much, but to her delight he sped up. He rode her like a wild animal. Double Diamond shoved himself into her needy depths over and over, coaxing more sounds from her throat than Patched Scrape thought she could make, and with her body hanging on the edge of a major climax, he unloaded into her.
Moaning long and hard, Patched's body quivered as Double Diamond's climax sent her into her own. Her ears turned back, but didn't tuck down, as another excited squeal caught her attention. The sound of her lover in the throws of his own release made each rolling wave of electricity through her tender flesh seem even more intense.
Double Diamond hadn't realized how powerful a release he would have when Night Glider started to stroke his new folds. He couldn't focus, couldn't think, and just gave himself to the pleasure of both his lovers.
Time passed in a daze for Double. His male body parts had delivered their explosive orgasm, but the new organs, his virgin depths, only quivered with the pleasure they had been given, and he felt his body aching for something.
A touch to Double's tail caused him to instinctively pull it to the side, and while his body seemed completely autonomous, his mind noted the behavior curiously. When the first lick stroked up his vulva, he let out a needy whine that matched the ones Patched had made.
Double's mind tickled over the memory of giving Patched permission, and although he wasn't having second thoughts, he was wondering just what it would feel like. But movement under his belly suddenly stole all of Double Diamond's attention. He looked down to see Night Glider's strange tail, and the mare herself underneath him.
Another lick to his nethers stole the question Double had for Night, but he watched the mare open her mouth and wrap her soft lips around his shaft. No sooner was his maleness engulfed in Night's oral embrace, than Patched Scrape climbed onto his back.
Escaping his two mares was the furthest thing from Double Diamond's mind. He pressed his hardening length a little more into Night Glider's mouth, but when Patched found her mark, he let out an ecstatic moan.
The sensation of being filled and being inside somepony at the same time left Double Diamond staring ahead in bliss. He rolled his hips as Patched pulled back, but when she returned her length to him, Double began to push back into her.
She claimed the full depths of his body quickly, leaving Double barely able to brace on his legs. Serviced by two mares at once, in very different ways, Double Diamond felt no more trepidation about the female parts of his body, only delight in their use by Patched.
Pressure built within, when Patched started stroking with great fury. Double thought she was trying to plow all the way through him, not that he could voice such an opinion. Every time Double Diamond opened his mouth, only moans and sighs came out.
Friction grew. The warm friction of lovers moving against each other dominated Double's mind. He angled his hips to try to give Patched a better angle, and almost fell over as a result. Double was just about to try again, when his shaft erupted into Night Glider's mouth.
The familiar sensation of a male climax was overwhelmed moments later as Double's vulva clamped down on Patched Scrape's shaft. He opened his mouth and howled, screaming his pleasure as wave after wave of electric pleasure washed over and through him. When Patched climaxed, when the hot rush of her fluids poured into Double, he was pushed into a third climax.
Night Glider's mouth was fixed into a big grin as she pulled back. Above her, Double Diamond was screaming in pleasure, and she had been part of the reason behind it. She licked along the underside of his shaft, kissed the tip, and then rolled out from under him a moment before Double collapsed to the floor.
Patched trembled, her body having just been given exactly what it needed. She reached out a hoof to rub Double's shoulder, while she tried to adjust herself to be more comfortable laying on his back. "Did you have fun?"
Double Diamond couldn't reply. His throat felt dry from screaming, and his brain was still trying to deal with the overload of input. A few stray neurons fired, and he nodded his head in reply to Patched.
"Hold on. Can you do that again?" Patched Scrape was both surprised and a little confused. She watched the line of sprouts intently, her magic holding a notepad to the side, quill poised and ready to strike.
"Sure. This sure beats waitin' around to die. If I had to give an opinion, Doc, it would be I never felt this good." Standing straight, showing no sign of his advanced age, Banjo Solo focused his magic on the row of sprouts. An odd uncoiling of power inside him threatened to overwhelm his body; as the new magic rushed up through him, Banjo's shaft put on an impressive display.
Uncharacteristically for Banjo—whose magic aura had changed little over the years—a bright green light illuminated his horn, and rather than his normal soft yellow magic, green spilled over the crop. Immediately a reaction was evident. Tiny sprouts jumped upwards, leaves pushed out, and soon the little tomato plants reached up to knee-high.
"This is amazing. When do they stop?" Scratching notes, Patched pulled out a measuring tape and tried to keep up with the growing plants. When one grabbed at her measuring tape, the device was lost to the clutching tendrils until Patched teleported it out of their grip.
Banjo reached a hoof out to rub the stem of the nearest plant, his arousal not showing a hint of going away. "Well, I found after about two or three fruit grow they start to slow down." As if to demonstrate, he plucked a tomato free of the plant that had just suddenly grown from a tiny flower bud to fully ripe in seconds. Holding up the fruit, Banjo closed his eyes and bit into the rich, sweet flesh.
Chewing on the tomato for a bit, letting Patched get her notes down, Banjo gestured towards the cave. "An' I can figure out just what it wants me to do." His body itched to just leap on Patched. She was the image of "the perfect mare" to his pleasure hungry mind, but he refrained with a force of will.
Patched could easily see how worked up Banjo was, and though a tiny part of her was ready and willing to just turn and flip her tail up, she had a little more professionalism than that. "You—You need to have a break now, Banjo?"
The clear rejection cut off that interested part of Banjo at the knees. He chuckled. "Don't suppose yer on 'the list'?" He was referring to a list that Sugar Belle and Tight Squeeze had suggested, and that Bright Day was cultivating. Simply, it was a list of ponies who were more than happy to give relief from the need imposed by the plant.
"I told Bright Day he should use leg-bands or something. No, Banjo, I have my own little party to be with when I have,"—Patched's mind suddenly ran to the things that aroused her, literally any lewd display—"a need."
"An yer getting a need right now, aren't ya?" Banjo winked at Patched.
Groaning, mainly because she was just as rock hard as Banjo seemed to be, Patched shook her head. "No, Banjo. I'm going. Let me know if anything else changes." She turned and walked from the garden, leaving the overly randy stallion behind.
Letting the doctor leave, Banjo turned to walk back inside when a tug at his tail caused him surprise. Leaning his head to the side, Banjo saw one of the tomato plants had snagged his tail. "Now, now. You should stick to non-movin' things." He was just about to use his magic to uncoil the vine, when it seemed to release on its own.
"Well, that's curious." Banjo thought of calling out to Patched Scrape, but when he looked he couldn't see her. "Are you jus' listening to me? Or is it more?" He leaned forward and set his hoof before the still quickly moving vine.
As if on cue, tendrils began to coil around Banjo's hoof. He pictured a pattern, however. He focused his attention into a specific pattern. "Well Ah'll be…" The vine still stretched up and over his hoof, but now all the tendrils had coiled into their own little spirals—just like he had thought. "So you do what Ah'm thinkin'?"
Stepping a little closer, Banjo summoned that green magic again and doused a fully-grown tomato plant in the power. Tiny flowers bloomed, died, and grew into juicy fruit, and vines leapt up to seek new purchase.
Banjo felt the tendrils grab to his fur, the vines of the plant securing themselves to him. Closing his eyes, his body even more turned on by working the strange new magic, he directed his thoughts in a particular direction.
"Oh girly…" The vine trailed up and under Banjo, and he felt it coil itself around his shaft. "Ya jus' do what Ah'm thinkin', and we both end up doing just great."
He couldn't move. Banjo was pinned in place by the vines of the tomato plant. They wrapped around his legs, they looped over his back, and one had trailed up his neck and spiraled itself up and over his horn. Despite the grip, Banjo felt safer than ever. "Now…"
The vine holding his shaft stroked, and Banjo let out a soft cooing sound. His thoughts worked the plant, and he couldn't help rocking in its grip, letting it continue to pleasure him. "Mmm. Ah don' need that list no more."
A rhythmic squeezing started, at Banjo's request, and the plant was now servicing him quite freely. But a problem presented itself: the plant was running out of energy. "Ya need more? Ah got more." Green light poured from Banjo's horn like a waterfall. Power poured down and into the tomato, and the sexual massage regained its pace.
Broad tomato leaves caused Banjo Solo's fur to become dappled in sunlight, and soon blocked it completely. To an outside observer it looked like a huge, pony-shaped topiary. Still in the grip of the plant, Banjo let his mind run wild. He rocked in the grip, fighting the plant for the ability to buck.
A tighter squeeze became a squeeze too much, and Banjo's body exploded in pleasure. A rush of heat began in his remaining ball, and he could feel a tingling sensation rush up to his prostate. Power poured from that organ, and soon the soil was painted with Banjo's essence.
Panting, Banjo mentally slowed down the vine, intending to give himself a break. But his shaft didn't deflate, didn't retreat; Banjo was still hard and ready, and he gave a youthful whinny of excitement before setting the plant into motion again.
Banjo had built himself a vicious, wonderful cycle. The plant needed more magic to control it and grow it, and using that magic caused him to grow hornier. He was down to one testicle after the cave plant's work on him, but Banjo Solo held not a drop of resentment towards it. Not with how good he felt.
Around him, the tomato plant had grown still, however, and no amount of mental prodding seemed to get it moving again. "W-What's gone wrong? Ya need more energy?" He didn't think twice about pouring that green power into the surrounding plant, but rather than jump back into its work, the vine seemed to uncoil a little, as if relaxing.
The reason for the plant's condition made itself known: the darkness of night filtered through the leaves around Banjo's eyes rather than the bright light of day. "Well, can't keep it up at night, huh?" Using his regular magic, Banjo slowly worked at untwisting the tomato vine from his fur.
Each little tendril, each gripping vine, was a labor of love. Banjo hadn't been much for plants before—keeping a little garden for fresh vegetables and little more—but with his new lease on life he felt a tight bond with them.
Nearly an hour passed before Banjo managed to step away from the tomato, leaving a pony-shaped mass of vines behind. "Maybe tomorrow." Bed called, but Banjo had to do something. Even though tiredness permeated him, Banjo turned his head in the direction the cave was, and started walking.
The night air was cool, and Banjo Solo felt pretty great considering everything that had happened of late. "An t' think Ah was almost dead a week ago." Reaching the cave, he used his horn—with his regular magic—to make a little light.
A big sign sat just inside the cave. Banjo walked up to it and read it out loud. "Warning: dangerous gas." He scoffed and shook his head. "Not a bad idea, though." Walking past the sign, Banjo could feel anticipation in the air. A thrumming sense of fate welled up, and he knew it had everything to do with him.
Leaving the black vines of the outer cave, Banjo walked still deeper, until he was in a small section of open cave with a huge mass of vines all around him. "Are ya ready?" One dark vine, a "grabber" hand on the end of it, hovered up before him. "Ya don't need to catch me a second time. Have a drink o' this."
Pulling that green power up from deep inside, Banjo sent it rushing through his body. It was overdoing things, however, and even as he channeled the power Banjo felt his strength give out.
Without his asking, the vine caught him mid fall. Holding a wealth of green energy in his horn, Banjo nuzzled at the plant cradling his body. "Here you go."
Baking was her life. Sugar Belle had her big oven working double-time, and trays danced around her carrying freshly baked goods to the table. "Darling! You want to try my honeysuckle danish?" She had a big grin on her face, knowing how much Tight enjoyed her cooking. It was one thing to appreciate ones own special talent and quite another when the pony you love does too.
"Honeysuckle danish?" Tight Squeeze poked his head around the corner of the living room that led into the kitchen. He looked at Sugar, and saw that she had just lifted some things from the oven. "Is this something you baked or a euphemism for—" Jerked off his hooves, Tight Squeeze floated through the air in cyan magic.
Sugar Belle brought her husband close enough to kiss, and did so. "No, silly." She giggled. "I used honeysuckle as the glaze." She turned Tight in the air, aiming his snout right at the tray of danishes.
Tight lifted a hoof up to his chin and stroked it. "So do I have to choose between a danish and s—" The surrounding magic squeezed, only a little, and he gasped. "I give up! Sorry! I'll eat your delicious danish, and then I'll eat your danish!"
"You are being silly and naughty." Sugar set Tight on his hooves, well within striking distance of the danishes (but not her danish). She waited for him to carefully lift up a danish and bite into the flaky crust. He chewed a moment, swallowed, and took another bite. The second bite, so quick after the first, was a special little delight for Sugar Belle: there was no greater treat than seeing her husband enjoy her food.
Used to his wife's ways, with pastries and himself, Tight Squeeze didn't even dare utter a word until he was done. Each bite was a little slice of perfection, and halfway through he closed his eyes to better savor the danish.
Stuffing the last piece in his mouth, Tight chewed it, extracting the last hits of flavor before swallowing. He opened his eyes and started to turn his head to Sugar. "That was delic—" He froze. A look of shock played over Sugar Belle's face.
"That was delicious darling. Now can I try the other danish." Sugar's mouth moved, uttering the words. She turned and looked at Tight. "That's what you were going to say, wasn't it?"
Tight nodded, feeling a little confused. "That's a good trick, dumpling, but I am hardly a hard pony to r—"
"… Read. Why don't we retire to the living room, where you can still hear the oven, and maybe you can have a danish too?" A measure of panic rushed through Sugar, and she stared at her husband. "However you're doing this, it's starting to get creepy. Please sto—" Sugar clamped her mouth closed.
Being turned into a plant-pony hybrid had come with a learning curve. Having his wife turn into one too had been another such. His pony instincts were telling Tight to freak out, to scream in shock that his wife could hear his thoughts.
Leaning forward, Tight Squeeze wrapped one of his oversize wings around Sugar Belle's neck. "You know what I am about to say." It's alright, love, this is probably something else the plant is doing, Tight thought, struggling to not actually say the words.
"Something has changed. This isn't just me, it is something up at the cave." Sugar turned her head, but happily accepted her husband's hug and his thoughts. "We should—"
Would you rather I just think them or actually say words? Tight thought at Sugar, nuzzling along her cheek, kissing all the places he knew helped to calm his wife.
"Talk. Please talk. I'll get the hang of this, but I love your voice." Sugar Belle fell into the wing holding her. She let herself be guided to the couch in the living room, and felt Tight guiding her down to lay on it.
"You probably know this, but I am going to tell you anyway. I love you, Sugar belle. Just relax, calm down, and focus on me." A smidgen of an idea lit in Tight's head, but when Sugar didn't instantly pick up on it he was a touch surprised. "You can only hear what I am going to say? Or what I am going to—but don't—say?"
"Y-Yeah. It's like I hear you in my head just a moment before you say something." One of Tight Squeeze's big wings draped over her, and Sugar Belle knew what was coming next. Her husband's feather control was amazing to her, and the firm touch of each seemed to home in on muscles that were tense. "Darling…"
"We'll check out the cave in the morning. But for now I intend to help you relax, and stay relaxed. Do you think you can focus on just hearing?" Settling on the couch behind Sugar, Tight curved both wings forward to keep the massage going.
With her husband behind her, Sugar lifted her tail without thinking about it. She was about to ask if Tight was going to do something, when his lips kissed her vulva. The strange thoughts that had started to plague her vanished, and Sugar was wrapped in her husband's embrace.
Banjo Solo woke up with the plants vines curled around him, forming a nest. He remembered using the strange new magic and feeding it, and the explosive growth that had resulted. Yawning, he reached a hoof out to stroke one of the vines. "Ya want some more?"
Not needing an actual reaction to know it did, Banjo began to channel that strange, new energy. The soft illumination in the chamber—from the plant's blue glow—was overwhelmed by green from Banjo's horn. He smiled as he charged up, and then let the magic spill down around him.
There was a feel to the plant, of it growing stronger again, its health and vitality pushed along by magic. The nest around Banjo surged, and he watched as the vines coiled up and over him. The sphere of writhing vines squirmed and shifted around him. Eventually, a gap opened in the bower's wall, revealing a passage leading to the outside.
"Not sure about the others, but I am more than happy with ya." Banjo was stroking a hoof along a vine, and shivered as he felt real emotion seep into him from the plant. It was happy. It was hungry. It wanted more ponies. "I'll see what I can do about it. There's a few more of us older ponies in town."
"Hello?" Double Diamond's voice echoed around a cave that was lush with vines. Only a few days ago the plant had seemed to use up a lot of its strength saving ponies, and now it was flush with growth.
Walking to one of the vines, Double lifted a hoof to poke at a tendril that looked eerily like that of a tomato vine. Before he realized it the tendril had started to curl around his hoof, so he quickly pulled free. "What's going on in here?"
Rising to his hooves, Banjo Solo set his horn aglow with his normal magic, and left the little nest of vines. "Just givin' back what I got." Reaching a hoof up, he brushed something he certainly hadn't seen before in the cave: a tomato.
Double Diamond watched as Banjo plucked the tomato from the vine. "This is amazing. How'd you get it to grow so much?"
"A trick. I think it was something it did in me, but watch this." Turning to face the wall, Banjo changed his magic from normal to the plant magic, charged a powerful flow of green light into his horn, and let it pour into the plant.
Both ponies had to jump back as the thick coating of vines on the wall seemed to come alive. Flowers bloomed, shrank back to buds, and grew into more tomatoes.
"Whoa. So what's with the tomatoes?" Double reached out, his hoof touching one of the fruit gently before plucking it free.
"That's probably my fault. Before I came up here last night, I was—" Banjo cut off his words, blushing like the colt at the hooves of his first love. The memory of what the tomato vine had done at his urging was bright and hot, and he knew it was going to get him a little worked up if he thought about it too much. "I was working on my tomatoes."
Biting into the tomato, Double Diamond found the most delicious taste and amazing sweetness. He gave a happy little groan and kept working at the fruit until he was done. "Wow."
"I grow the best dang tomatoes in town, and don't you forget it!" Banjo lifted his hooves into a trot, aiming towards the exit of the caves. "If'n you'll excuse me, I'm going to ask the other oldies like me if they want to know the secret of feeling like a colt again."
The light in the cave dimmed as Banjo left Double alone. Looking around at the softly glowing vines, Double Diamond gave a sigh. "I was wrong. You really are helping ponies." Memories of his times with Patched and Night caused Double to blush, but he couldn't deny that he enjoyed having Patched ride his back.
"You just do it in weird ways. But I guess that is part'n parcel of what you are." Reaching up with a hoof, Double let the little tendrils twirl around his limb again. It didn't squeeze or try to restrain him. "You just need us to hold you up while you grow?" A little grin creased Double's cheeks with a smile.
Patched Scrape hated paperwork, but because of the hefty response that Manehatten had sent she had to do it. What made it worse was that she was horny, too. Each of the case files for every pony who had been poisoned by the oil in the water supply needed to be followed up, which meant there was nearly sixty such forms to fill out.
Most of the patients had started getting better the moment they were put on clean water. Nonetheless, Patched had met with every resident of Out Town a week after the sickness, and made sure each was truly getting better.
The foals were the worst. Little fillies and colts coughing was something that always tore at Patched's heart. She plucked the right set of notes out and sat them on her desk. Opening the folder, she found the town's cheese-maker, her husband, and their two foals.
Spilled Milk—an earth pony—and her family had weathered the sickness rather well. Spilled and her foals had fallen ill, of course, but her husband had been one of the lightest affected. Short Fuse—a unicorn—was the exact opposite of his name. He was always calm, if a little overworked during the crisis, and raised their two foals while his wife worked.
Curds was their little filly. She—like her brother—took after their mother for race, and like her brother they tended to get into more trouble than any other foal in the town.
Patched started filling in the basics on the form, names, ages, races. A knock at the door stole her attention from the papers. "Come in." The moment she spoke four ponies (two adults and two foals) piled into her office in a rush.
Short Fuse leaned to the side and peered out the front window. "Nopony saw us. We should be all clear."
"Thank Celestia." Spilled Milk breathed a heavy sigh of relief. "Patched Scrape, please help us!"
Patched's attention was locked on the two foals. Neither showed any signs of the aftereffects of oil poisoning (cough, dizziness), but the oddest thing was what they did have. Horns. "Curds, Whey, can you come over and let me have a look at you?"
Whey looked to his big sister (who was standing beside their dad's flank) and sighed. Trotting forwards, he lifted his chin bravely to face the bearer of needles. "I don't know what the big deal is. Dad's got one."
As the colt neared, Patched's blood ran cold. The horn wasn't quite a horn. "Short, you still grow roses, don't you?" Lifting the colt up, Patched was suddenly less interested in her paperwork: Whey had a rose thorn shaped horn. Touching it gently with a hoof revealed it to be quite attached to his head, and without a doubt plant matter. "When did you get this?"
Spilled strode forward to back her son up. "It appeared two days ago. Just started growing up and—" She halted when Patched gave her a sharp look.
"Curds kept coughing, and it hurt her when she coughed. We saw the ponies you took up to the cave come back feeling okay, and thought we would do it too." Whey looked back at where his sister was hiding, and then poked his tongue out before turning back to Patched. "We wen up to the cave, and there was this strange fruit."
"Fruit?" The sidetrack of the conversation confused Patched. "What sort of fruit?"
"It was kinda hard, and a little bitter, but we figured it must be what saved all the old ponies. So we gulped one down each." Shrugging, Whey's eyes turned up and inwards. "And now we have horns, and Curds isn't coughing at all!"
Patched's magic plucked up a pencil, and she started scribbling notes, theories, and ideas. "Interesting. Any other things happen? Growing wings? Really hungry?" She wrote "infection type related to sexual maturity" and underlined it several times. It had been a worry, and apparently one unfounded.
"They have been eating more than usual." Short Fuse picked his daughter up with his magic and set her on his back. It was her customary position when she wasn't feeling her best. "They are eating everything I put in front of them."
"The good news is they will be fine. The plant that is doing this is—is friendly. That it used the method it did to infect your foals is a relief. Whey was correct, though. The plant is the reason a few of us didn't get sick at all, and we used it to help the older ponies pull through." Patched worked quickly to fill in the forms, painting a picture of a family recovering from oil poisoning. It wasn't a lie, after all.
"S-So, what does it do? You and your 'friends' have been up there, right?" Spilled Milk reached up and hugged Whey to her as she took a seat opposite Patched.
Patched was suddenly in quite the position. She looked between the two foals, inhaled, and sighed. "It's quite an adult matter, but it converts parts of you to plant, and it makes you want to do things." Her emphasis had both parents' eyes widening. "Would I recommend it?" Her own question made her think. "You are giving up a little freedom. The plant implants desires and needs, but for the most part they have been,"—she took a breath to search for the right word—"beneficial."
Both parents stared at Patched Scrape with a mixture of confusion and interest.
"I think Night Glider is baking some cookies in the kitchen." Patched looked from one foal to the other, and in perfect stereo their bellies rumbled. "Why don't you ask her if she has some for you?"
Ignoring her shyness, Curds ran every bit as fast as Whey towards the kitchen—it was where the smell of baking was coming from.
Patched turned back to Spilled and Short. "It makes you horny. Really horny. It will mingle your sexes until you are probably both going to be able to father and mother a foal, and the worst bit?" Both ponies hung on her words, shock written on their faces. "You will enjoy every second of it."
Staring at Patched, Short Fuse walked up and looked to Spilled. "Is this something we need to make a decision on right away?"
Spilled turned and looked up at her husband. "Not getting the yearly sniffles would be good, but if it is such a big effect, maybe we should wait and see?"
This was just the sort of thing Patched thought was the right way of introducing ponies. "I will stress, we have seen a one-hundred percent male to fertile hermaphrodite conversion, and I am sure if Short went in first, you would both end up with, well, stallion bits."
The words were startling in their honesty. "And you are saying we would both be really, uh, horny?" Spilled shifted in place and kept her eyes locked on Short Fuse.
"Horny enough that you wouldn't be likely to think too far beyond getting each other pregnant. And from what I have found mares and stallions are both extremely fertile after infection." As Patched explained, she caught two scents that surprised her: each was the different aroused markers for a male and female pony. She gave a little sigh. "Don't go up there alone. If you want to go through with this we can arrange a foalsitter, and get the order right so that you both get what you want."
Short Fuse's attention snapped from his wife to Patched. "We both want more foals and…" He trailed off, unable to continue. A gentle hoof brushing his cheek made him look to Spilled. "Love?"
One deep breath, then another, and Spilled Milk was able to talk again. "We haven't been able to have another foal since Whey. We have been trying, Patched. And you are telling us that this plant will let us have more foals?"
"That's about its plan from what I can tell. I am not sure if it is doing it merely as a reward, or to breed more of us." Patched Scrape froze after her words as Night Glider pushed the kitchen door open, a tray of cookies balanced on one wing. "Night is what I am calling a guard or warrior. She has a tail that can subdue non-infested ponies—please don't get too close to it—and she can form herself up into quite a formidable fighter."
That Night Glider had both Curds and Whey riding on her back, and chose then to pull a silly face, had Patched groaning. "She's right, and it looks like we have a second like me. Milk Drop's tail has a huge flower bud on it."
"So it changes more than just our—our other bits?" Short Fuse reached up ruffled the manes of both his foals. His hoof trailed over Curds' horn, and he couldn't help but note just how sharp the point was. "We need to talk about this."
"Thank you, doctor." Spilled Milk got up and circled the table to give Patched Scrape a hug, but as she got closer she could smell the scent of "aroused stallion" grow stronger. She froze and put the facts she had been given together. Her eyes widened, but she hugged Patched anyway. "You have given us a lot to think about."
With their business wrapped up, and their fears assuaged, Spilled and Short left with their foals (both of which carrying an extra cookie).
"You're recruiting now?" Night leaned down and kissed Patched on the cheek.
"I didn't mean to, but I might have." Patched looked up at Night. "I don't suppose there are more cookies?"
"Did you see Fresh Baked's wings?" Tight Squeeze was relaxed on the couch, cuddled against Sugar Belle. It was downtime for both of them: Sugar was done with her baking (for now) and Tight had finished putting up the new warning signs up at the cave. Downtime was, of course, cuddle time.
Sugar nuzzled along Tight's wing, used her magic to gently unfold the nearest feathered limb and continued her efforts. She nodded a little. "They're bigger, she told me that herself." Nuzzling up to the pinion joint of her husband's wing, Sugar Belle worked her nose against the down-covered limb and snaked her tongue out.
Jumping in surprise, Tight Squeeze didn't yell, he moaned. One of the most sensitive parts of his body already—and a major erogenous zone—a touch to the inside of his wings' main joint was just about as arousing to him as a stroke along his shaft.
Tight turned his head to look at Sugar Belle, and watched her extend his wing again, and once more find that spot. He trembled and made soft simpering noises. With each touch of her tongue Tight Squeeze made another little sound, and each little sound seemed to egg her on more.
When Sugar began to move up his wing—toward his body—Tight Squeeze was able to relax a little. "You know I love it when you do that?"
A little busy nuzzling down Tight's chest, Sugar Belle tilted her head up to look along his body. "Oh? I wouldn't have guessed. You know what I love?"
"What?" Tight was already at half-mast, and with continued playfulness of the kind Sugar was up to he would soon be ready for anything.
"Hearing you make those happy little noises. Like this." Tilting her head back down, Sugar Belle pulled back her lips and pinched Tight's flesh around his barrel with her teeth. But it wasn't all, she began nibbling her way down his body, and her ears found a multitude of happy-stallion noises in the air.
When Sugar Belle's lips kissed the head of Tight's shaft, the stallion groaned a deeper sound than all the rest. He watched, and felt, as his wife kissed down his hard length to his balls. "Where are you going?"
"Wherever I want." Sugar stopped at Tight's vulva. She hadn't known too much about pleasuring a mare before, but her skills had grown with her husband's increasing enjoyment of his feminine side. Laying a circle of kisses around Tight's vulva, Sugar watched as by the second it became more plump—swollen.
It had taken effort, real work, for Tight Squeeze to be able to relax while his feminine parts were "in play." He had spent so much time in similar situations to the present one, however, that the former squeamishness was non-existent. Looking down his body to where Sugar Belle nuzzled and licked, he smiled as his barrel rose and fell in halting breaths.
Tight waited, and waited, but Sugar Belle didn't go any further. "Well?"
Tilting her chin and pressing her underside of her jaw down onto Tight's vulva, Sugar Belle looked along his body and smiled at her husband. "'Well?' what?"
"You know how I get if you play with too much at once." Tight waggled his hips a little, causing his shaft to wobble from side to side, and Sugar's jaw to move over his vulva. "So pick what you want to play with."
Sugar Belle stared along her husband's body for a few moments, thinking carefully on her options. But in taking the time, her eyes were focused on Tight Squeeze's shaft, and her decision was made. Not saying a word, she slid up his body and tilted her head to catch Tight's maleness in her mouth.
"No complaints…" Tight reached a hoof down to rub at one of Sugar Belle's ears. He was big enough to make his wife work to take him all orally now, but he knew Sugar took that as a personal challenge.
As Sugar Belle's head dipped down his shaft, Tight Squeeze let out more pointed moans, and though he rested a hoof on the side of her head, he made no effort to control her motion.
Relaxing her throat, Sugar Belle pushed tall the way down Tight Squeeze, and kissed her lips to the base of his impressive length. She wished for a moment she could stay that way forever, but with him so deep in her mouth he blocked off her breathing.
Holding still until she couldn't take it anymore, Sugar Belle lifted her head up and worked her lungs. A few more shallow bobs, and she went down all the way on Tight again.
Tight Squeeze was in bliss. He had tried to "deep throat" Sugar Belle himself, and knew how much focus and effort it took—he certainly hadn't managed it properly yet. That his wife was not only happy to go this far for him, but enjoyed it, made the moment extra sweet.
But then something shook Tight's world. Sugar Belle's hoof had found his vulva again, and while his naughty wife fellated him, she also stroked at his engorged vulva's lips.
As she worked, Tight Squeeze's body (as usual) spilled small amounts of fluid. She savored them, but with his shaft worked deep in her mouth she couldn't actually taste them. Easing back a little, she worked his tip to be just inside her lips, and got a stronger taste. He was sweet. Literally sweet.
Intrigued, Sugar Belle used her magic to levitate a large measuring cup from the kitchen while she worked. Tight wouldn't notice what she was doing so long as she kept up her ministrations on both sexual organs at once, so that is exactly what she did.
Stretched out to each side of him, as he reclined on the couch, Tight Squeeze's wings flapped weakly in time to Sugar Belle's stroking of his vulva. He screwed his eyes closed as the pleasure rose quickly beyond anything he could remain thinking for, and as she built him to orgasm he started letting out longer and louder moans.
Just as her husband reached his peak, Sugar Belle retreated off the tip of his shaft and held the measuring cup there. She licked up the underside of his penis, and pushed him beyond his limit. A surge of fluid shot out Tight's shaft, and Sugar Belle smiled wide at the repeated expulsions.
With one hoof still stirring lazy circles around her husband's vulva, Sugar reached her hoof in and got just a little of his issue on her hoof. Lifting it up to her mouth, Sugar Belle's eyes widened. "That is really sweet. Darling, what have you been eating?"
Tight Squeeze felt like his namesake. He slumped back against the couch, a mess of wobbly hooves and wings, and stared down at his wife—who was still tracing the border of his vulva. Opening his mouth, all that Tight managed to express was a groan, so he closed his lips again.
Minutes passed as Tight worked to get himself under control, specifically his vocal cords. He looked down at Sugar Belle, what was surely a silly expression on his face. "Why do you have a bowl of…" It dawned on him just what was in the bowl, and while he watched, Tight Squeeze watched his wife dip her hoof in and collect a little of his ejaculate.
"Taste it!" Sugar Belle looked about as excited as she could get outside of sex or cooking.
"Is this a new kink, love?" Flopping sideways on the couch and tucking his wings back properly, Tight Squeeze eyed the hoof that approached his mouth. He had performed fellatio on Sugar Belle's shaft before—the taste wasn't his favorite, but there was a very short list of things he wouldn't try once—and slowly opened his mouth. The explosion of sweetness that hit Tight Squeeze's senses, far from shocking him like he expected, made him suck the last drop from his wife's hoof.
"I know! It's great!" Jumping up to her hooves—the measuring cup floating beside her—Sugar Belle trotted for the kitchen with all speed.
"What are you going to…" Tight trailed off, his mind jumping not only to conclusions, but concepts. "You're actually going to cook with it, aren't you?" It was an ungainly slump to get off the couch, and Tight's tail shook itself at the rough treatment.
"Just some cupcakes first." Sugar Belle had the oven on in moments, her magic aura practically dancing among the various things needed to bake. A mixing bowl appeared, and she began making the cake batter up. "Going to have to take a guess at how much of this to use."
"I can't believe you are using it at all. But I don't get it, how did I make something that—that sweet?" Following along with his wife (as always in the kitchen), Tight Squeeze lifted out a baking tray for cupcakes and began to grease it up.
Turning to face her husband, Sugar Belle rolled her eyes. "Tight, dear, you are holding a cupcake tray with the giant flower-bud that is your tail, while you grease it with a hoof; I have more magic than your average master wizard; and we are both well-infested with some plant that seems to enjoy nothing more than making us both do strange things together. Right now, I'm going to take a guess and say, 'The plant is doing it.'"
"But why would the plant make me produce,"—Tight Squeeze gestured at the measuring cup that Sugar was tipping into the batter—"well, sugar. And how did I produce it? I didn't eat that much more than normal."
The last comment made Sugar Belle look over her shoulder at Tight. "The opposite, I think. You haven't been eating as much as normal. What did Patched Scrape say about your feathers? Photoscintilating?"
"Synthesaving." Tight Squeeze rolled his eyes and finished greasing the second tray while his tail reached for the third.
"Right. She said plants do it to make energy to grow. So that's what you're doing: making energy." Sugar added the sweetener slowly, mixing it well and then tasting the batter until she had it to her liking. "So maybe this is excess?" With her magic driving a mixer, Sugar Belle turned to take the greased trays.
Tight Squeeze quickly greased the last pan and passed it to Sugar with his tail. "So I'm the greatest new thing in food since sliced bread?"
"No, dear. You seem to be a testing ground. Look at you!" Sugar Belle—while her magic carefully tipped batter into each tray—gestured to Tight Squeeze with a hoof. "You have the tail of whatever Night Glider is, you have the reproductive system of a Breeder—"
Interrupting, Tight raised an eyebrow. "Breeder?"
"It's the one of the names I remember Patched Scrape using. She said it was the basic form that most of us ended up with. Anyway, now you have the same wing-thing going on as Fresh Baked. The plant is using you to test things out, see what works." Floating each of the three trays into the oven with her magic, Sugar Belle set one of the timers on the wall.
"I'm a freak, then." Tight Squeeze looked down at the ground, and let out a sigh. A cerise hoof reached under his chin and lifted.
Sugar Belle looked into Tight Squeeze's eyes and kissed his nose. "You're my freak."
Mesmerized by his darling wife, Tight let out a little sigh. "I'm your freak?"
"My delicious freak." Sugar Belle floated over the two beaters from her mixing machine, and floated one right to Tight Squeeze's mouth. "For my special, tasty, darling."
Tight would have commented further, but when the best baker in all Equestria offers you egg-beaters to lick after making cupcakes, you didn't say anything but: "Thank you." The moment his tongue touched the batter on the beater he sighed in bliss.
"They'll be our special cupcakes." Giving a kiss to Tight Squeeze's cheek, Sugar Belle lifted the barrier in her head that had become natural to hold. Words started coming to her from the air itself. She could hear ponies talking, but only those infested.
"You're listening again?" When Sugar nodded to Tight, he continued. "More 'plant is doing it'?" Another nod. Tight Squeeze licked at the beater until it was clean, glanced at the timer. "You have ten more minutes in here before I am going to eat one of your cakes, and steal you away to our bedroom."
"And what will you do to me in there?" Raising her eyebrow, Sugar Belle noticed the cakes only have five minutes left, too.
"Then I will stuff you with so much 'sugar' that everypony will call you Sugar Sugar." Tight Squeeze waggled his hips from side to side to emphasize his point.
Still tracking every word he husband said—moments before he said them, thanks to her new knack—Sugar Belle's eyes lit up, and she made a little moan of anticipation. "Tight Squeeze, I might just fill you with my sugar, too."
Bright Day had spent most of his life doing odd jobs, but now he had found one he enjoyed more than any other. His regular job now was helping Milk Drop in the general store of Our Town.
Since Milk Drop had gained herself a rather grabby tail, she needed to remain behind the front counter, leaving Bright to assist anypony who needed help.
Both their bodies had been going through changes. Milk Drop had grown a more solid, plant-like tail with a big flower bud on the end, while Bright Day had grown a feminine side. Having gotten some training from Night Glider in the use of her bark-growth ability, Milk was content to let Bright handle things with customers.
Having moved in, officially, with Sugar and Tight, Bright Day had taken their ideas to heart. His head shot up when the door bell chimed, he could already smell Candle Bright as she entered.
"Good morning, Candle." Milk Drop stood behind the counter near the front of the store, and waved to Candle. "What can we do for you?" As she asked, Milk's nose twitched, and she instantly knew what the next words out of Candle's mouth would be.
"Rumor tells me you have a club, or something?" Almost trembling in need, Candle Bright thought it most inconvenient that an older mare such as herself would be caught up in such a fix as a young mare should feel. She blushed, and tried not to look at Bright Day.
Milk Drop beamed in delight. Being a single mare had had some hiccups over the years, particularly when she just felt needy, but since the plant did its thing with her, she had felt little arousal at all. "Oh yes! You'll want to speak to Bright Day. He manages everything on that side of things."
Candle mentally recoiled. She started turning her head when she saw something odd pinned to the notice board behind Milk Drop. She stopped and looked at a "wanted poster" for a mare with a long, flowing mane. Disregarding it immediately. Candle turned her attention to Bright Day. She assessed him in a second: a young stallion with all the vim and verve such inevitably possessed, although she detected less than the full quantity of forwardness (which was a relief).
"Bright Day? You're Party Favor's little brother, aren't you? Haven't found yourself a fine mare like he has?" Candle fixed Bright with the look that all older mares deploy on a stallion they think should act a little more like a pony and less like a fire-hose on legs.
Bright Day nodded to the mare and stepped forward with an easy smile. "Sure am, and I like to think I have found some special friends already, although if it's alright I will keep their names to myself for now. You want to know about the club?"
It cost Candle Bright more than she wanted to admit, to nod to Bright Day. "And somewhere more private to discuss it."
"Of course! Come right through. We have a room in the back of the—" Bright Day froze as he saw a scowl grow on Candle's face. "It's for talking! It's not for…"
Milk Drop decided it was time to save Bright. "Candle, we are all in this together. Nothing untoward goes on under my roof, but you need to trust Bright Day. He is a good pony."
Candle closed her eyes. "I owe you an apology, Bright Day. I am sorry to say, I am quite worked up about—" Her nose twitching, Candle noticed a smell she that had never seemed important before: an aroused mare. She tried to turn surreptitiously towards Milk Drop, but the smell grew weaker as she turned. She bit down on her lower lip and turned back to Bright Day. The smell grew stronger again.
Bright smelled a second stallion under the complex mix of scents now, and he knew exactly who it was. "Miss Candle, I promise you I will be good, and only do what you ask me to." He shuddered at the words, feeling like he was giving power to Candle Bright—and he knew he was. "If there was some way I could—" It took his brain a moment to calculate what had happened and sort it into a sequence of events.
Bright Day had been talking. He had been explaining how he would only do what Candle Bright wanted, when a pair of soft lips pressed to his own. He stared at the fluttering eyes of Candle, and wanted to melt against her. It took all of Bright's willpower to pull back. "S-Sorry, Miss Candle, the rules are clear. We don't do hanky and/or panky in the general store."
Blushing more akin to the stallion's namesake than her own, Candle Bright managed a nod. "It has been a while, you understand." Though she wanted to walk into the back room and have a calm conversation with Bright, her body had other ideas. "M-M-Mr. Day, would you see fit to accompany me to my home?"
"Of course, Miss Candle." Bright had to clamp down on his excitement. Inwardly, he warded off his libido with promises of mares uncountable, but of course his body just wanted one: the one right in front of him. "Please, lead the way."
Candle found merit in Bright Day's reply. Obviously almost as overcome as she, Bright kept his excitable young sensibilities in check for her sake, and Candle appreciated it. "Come along. We can have—tea."
Not judging it needed, Candle didn't look back as she turned and made her way outside. With her head in the open air again, she felt a dramatic lessening of the devilish need that had filled her inside the cramped store. She didn't even get ten paces, with Bright Day trotting along behind her and to one side (another thing she appreciated), than a pony called a greeting to Bright.
"Good morning, Bright!" Fresh Baked trotted along, and stopped to wave to both Bright and Candle—although her eyes lingered on Bright more. "And good morning to you too, Candle. I hope you both have a wonderful day!" She spared a wink for Candle before trotting off like a mare half her age.
Candle had heard of the little "club" only peripherally, and even then she hadn't even considered it until she had her present problem. She respected Fresh Baked, had eaten the mare's bread for most of her adult life, and seeing her greet Bright Day so enthusiastically (not to mention giving him a hungry look, and being a pretty mare, Candle knew hunger when she saw it), sent all sorts of mixed signals. "This, uh, club. How many ponies are in it?"
"There's a roster in the back room. You could have looked at it if you liked. Ponies write their name on there, and list if they are accepting visitors or not. We try to be informal, it's all about having fun and being friendly." Bright moved a bit quicker, pulling up beside Candle as they neared her house. "That's voluntary. If you don't want to join, you don't have to."
"You seem to have quite a clever head on your young shoulders." Candle stopped at her door and turned to look Bright Day over. Many years had passed since she had invited a strapping young stallion into her home. Opening the door, Candle smiled a little to herself. "Please, Mr. Day, come inside."
Stepping into the well-lit front room of Candle Bright's home, Bright Day saw the most amazing parade of little glass sculptures along the mantelpiece. He stepped over and looked closer. There was ponies—unicorns, pegasi, and earth ponies—as well as griffons, yaks, and more. "These are amazing."
Inwardly very pleased that Bright hadn't wanted to get right to hanky and/or panky, Candle smiled. "A foalhood friend taught me how to make them. I have a little furnace in my sun room for blowing." Despite her delight in a preference for conversation, there was a small part of Candle that had desired a big, strong stallion to do all sorts of things—things a mare her age shouldn't think of.
"Would you show me how to make them?" Bright turned to see Candle was right beside him, and he caught a look of surprise and excitement on Candle's features. He looked at her eyes for a moment, and realized they were one of the most vivid greens he had ever seen.
"Oh! I thought you would—and we would…" Candle blushed at the thought. "Could we? Just—What do they call it these days? Something quick?"
"A quicky." Bright turned his body and before Candle could move, got his revenge for the store. Her lips were still soft, inviting, and he let his eyes closed this time. Hunger grew, and Bright found himself nuzzling and making happy sighs.
Candle was not in shock at Bright's audaciousness, she was more in shock at her own acceptance and enjoyment of such a simple thing as a kiss. His scent grew stronger, and again she got the sense of both stallion and mare about him, then she remembered what she did need to talk about. Pulling back, she broke the kiss. "We—I need to tell you something." Her voice was a little unsure.
"That plant did—It gave me—" Candle's sentences just wouldn't finish, or even get started properly. "I don't know how to say this."
"I think I know what you are trying to say, Miss Candle. The plant gives most of us a little—extra." At Bright's words, Candle nodded. "It gives us a lot more stamina,"—more nods—"and it gave me the parts of a mare."
Staring at Bright, Candle couldn't believe how shocking it was to hear another pony admit to having more than the average amount of hanky and/or panky bits. She cleared her throat. "Well, I too…" She closed her eyes as her words wouldn't come still. "I have a penis." It was the least ladylike or refined thing Candle could have said, and she had just blurted it out to the first stallion to tell her he had mare parts.
Candle's mind skipped a beat. She thought of the hard, throbbing shaft she had tried to deal with herself, and then realized that Bright Day had the compatible parts for it. "M-M-Mr. Day?"
"It's alright, Miss Candle. Just tell me what you would like to do." Bright saw the effort it cost Candle to admit such things, and though he didn't have quite that much embarrassment about it himself, he could respect her determination. "This is your house. You invited me in, and I am your guest. What you say, goes."
A decision was needed, Candle realized. She could ask the nice stallion to leave, retire to her bathroom and try to find some relief, or she could listen to the nice stallion, do as he implied, and act completely unbefitting her age or gender.
Candle took a deep breath. "This is silly. We are both adults. Come and let's see what we can get up to. I warn you, though, I may be a little rusty." That said, and with her apprehension fading, Candle turned and headed for her bedroom. In the back of her mind a much younger version of herself giggled at bringing a stallion home.
Walking, practically prancing, Bright Day followed Candle to her bedroom and had to stop himself from rushing onto her back. The room was thick with the smell of mare and stallion—and both were the same pony. In the space of seconds Bright was rock hard, and his vulva was filling out with arousal. "Y-You haven't been with anypony since the cave?"
"Of course not." The smell of her room didn't hit Candle much at all, her nose dead to her own musk. "How is this meant to work? Do I mount you, or do you mount me, or…" She trailed off as Bright Day turned around before her. She watched, stared like a young stallion with his first mare, as Bright cocked his tail to one side.
Candle's blood ran hot, she felt a rush of excitement she had never known before, and with little more thought she leaned forward and shoved her snout under Bright's tail. Her cheeks flushed, but Candle couldn't get enough of Bright's scent. She dropped her snout to Bright's puffy folds, and saw fit to apply her tongue.
Losing himself to Candle's ministrations, Bright hung his head and let out a happy sigh. The touch left him, and he was halfway ready to turn and see what had happened when Bright felt Candle's weight on his back. Making ponies happy had become his plant-given purpose, and even just the thought of that made Bright more excited.
Fumbling around a little, Candle was doing what she thought was right: she was on Bright's back, she was hard as any stallion she had ever dallied with, and Bright was receptive. "Um…"
At the soft, uncertain murmur, Bright lifted his head. "What's wrong?"
"Well, I sort of figured it would just go in, but I think I am underneath you. W-What do I do?" Candle was just about out of her allotment of blushing, and instead was letting the heat in her veins fuel her excitement.
Bright smiled. "You get to be the overexcited stallion, fumbling and trying to 'find' the mare in his haste to join."
Candle found a new reserve of blush. "Promise you won't laugh?" She waited for Bright to nod. "Or keep count?"
"We are just two ponies, do what—" Bright cut short his reply as Candle pulled herself back and humped forward—she missed again. "Try lifting your—" Her hips crashed into his rump again. "Lift your hips and—" This time, when Candle shoved forward, Bright let out the most happy and satisfied sigh ever.
Shocked at the tight feeling of Bright around her shaft, Candle searched around within herself for the desire to continue, and found it. Adjusting her legs—forelegs pulling forward, back legs shuffling a little—she shoved deeper into Bright. And a third thrust pressed her hips into Bright's rear, and her belly onto his croup.
Memories of her first time with a stallion flooded Candle, and every subsequent dalliance paraded through her thoughts. She tried to remember all the things those stallions had done that made her feel good, but in the end all she could actually focus on was humping.
As Candle's body crashed into his again and again, Bright felt more pleasure and more need with it. He adjusted his stance again, giving a better angle to Candle. Each long stroke of the mare's shaft rubbed his insides into an inferno of pleasure, and each pull back was its complement, leaving him aching for more.
The dance of mare and stallion was brief, mostly because of Candle. She wasn't familiar with pacing as a stallion, and without a shred of regret lost herself inside Bright Day. Weeks of pent-up need unleashed, and an inferno of pleasure stole all thought from her head. She bucked, thrust, and drove poor Bright Day against the wall with her antics.
For his part, Bright hadn't reached his own climax. Despite the enthusiastic rutting, and rush of hot fluids, he was still a good way from the precipice he desired. But this wasn't about him. He turned his head to look at the slumped mare on his back. "Candle?"
At her name, Candle's ears perked forward, and she lifted her head from between Bright Day's withers and looked into the one eye she could see. "Hrmm?"
"So. You like this club?" Bright stretched his wings out and gave each a little flap. In his head, he counted out the average infested stallion's refractory period. He waited a little longer before he squeezed down with his vaginal muscles.
Candle, who had been unable to respond to Bright's simple question, found herself straightening up, and her hips pulled back only to crash forward again. "Oh my!"
The new house had been erected on the edge of town. It had four bedrooms, the usual number of other rooms except bathrooms: every bedroom had an ensuite. Bright Day had organized his own home, but it was his friends who came together and helped build it. Fully a quarter of the town had pitched in, most knowing exactly what Bright intended to use it for.
While it had been easy to organize "friendship meetings," since the influx of older ponies, sometimes it would be significantly easier to have another house—particularly one build with shared friendships in mind.
And it seemed like nopony who knew Bright Day could resist the opportunity to see the happy stallion even happier.
Just like building the house, everypony seemed to have a spare piece of furniture to "lend" to Bright Day: a couch, a bed, table, chairs. Bright Day stared at his own home, and his excitement built even further.
"Well? Go on. Go inside!" Party Favor walked up to Bright Day, and used his magic to open the front door for his brother.
Walking into his new home, Bright Day pranced a little, his tail flicking around—which reminded most of the ponies behind him about the plant and its affects on them. When he heard Party's hooves follow him, Bright turned to his brother. "You haven't come to the club. Are you and Cream okay?"
"Better than ever!" Party Favor leaned in to his brother, and held his snout near Bright's ear. "You're going to be an uncle—twice over." Excitement bubbled up through both stallions, but when Bright returned the favor and leaned close to Party, he froze.
Bright could barely hold his giggles in. "You're going to be an uncle, too."
"Who's the…" About to say mare, Party Favor had a sudden bout of confusion. "…Lucky… pony?" He looked at Bright Day's face, and laughed. "You know what I mean!"
Giggling along with his brother, Bright just shrugged. When he calmed down enough to reply, he pointed a hoof out the door. "Somepony. I have been making a lot of friends." He giggled again. "A lot of friends."
Party Favor couldn't find a single reason why having so many "friends" would be a bad thing, but it wasn't his thing. "The way Tight, Sugar, and Patched explained it, I thought this was going to be something terrible. The morning sickness was less than fun, but knowing I can share this with Cream is the best feeling ever!"
"Do you go up to the cave? Banjo has been doing stuff up there, and the plant is huge now." Walking around the house, Bright Day poked his head into each room starting with the living room. "This place is awesome!"
"Where are you two?" Cream'n Sugar walked into the house, and when she saw her husband's tail poking out the open door of the living room, walked up and gave it a little tug.
Party Favor jumped a little at the intimate touch, and turned to see his wife as the perpetrator. "We were just talking. Guess who else is going to have a foal?"
Cream looked at Bright Day, and her face lit up with excitement. "Bright! Who's the lucky—"
Interrupting, Party booped his wife on the nose. "We already went through that. No clue, but I guess his foal's coloring might give a hint." He took the moment to kiss Cream, and had to fight his desire down.
Bright Day grinned and turned to look back at his new living room. There was two comfortable (if mismatched) couches, as well as three armchairs, and a low coffee table. Some bookshelves hugged the walls, and there was even a pair of potted tomato plants by the window.
Party Favor broke the kiss with Cream'n Sugar just in time to see Bright munching on a tomato. A squeaking sound came from the front door, and Party quickly turned his attention toward it. "Fido Two?"
A balloon dog bounced its way into the room and to Party Favor. Issuing another loud squeak, it squirmed when Party picked it up.
"Hey, Party. You're getting pretty good with those. Does it do any tricks?" Bright tossed the last of his tomato into his mouth, and with a quick bite finished the fruit off. A sound outside caught his attention. "Hey, what's up out there?"
Together, all three ponies (and Fido Two) made their way out the front door and watched as Double Diamond led a new pony through town.
Tight Squeeze's attention wasn't on Party, Cream, and Bright, he was watching the interesting stranger walking at Double's side, pulling a wagon behind her. "Something about her's familiar."
"I know what you mean, but its a bit too dark to see her properly." Sugar Belle had to squint a little. "Odd, though. I would have thought DD would bring her to see us all."
Bright Day, at that moment, reached Tight and Sugar, and pulled both of them into a big hug. "If it wasn't for you two, I wouldn't have found out what I am really good at." And with that he kissed Sugar, not hesitating to meet her lips with his own.
"Oh, go ahead, not like I didn't want the first kiss." Smiling at Sugar Belle and Bright Day's enjoyment of the kiss and his joke, Tight Squeeze waited his turn in the early-evening dusk.
Breaking the kiss, Sugar Belle giggled and licked Bright's lips. "You better kiss him too, or he will keep complaining about it. Smooching is the best way to keep Tight quiet."
"Hey! That's unfair. I resen—" Tight Squeeze didn't struggle as Bright's lips made contact with his own, and he felt a swell of affection grow. With his eyes fluttering closed, Tight recalled just how much Bright Day had come out of his shell and blossomed as head of the Friendship Club.
Something tickled at Tight's thoughts, while he leaned into the kiss. The identity of the mare Double Diamond trickled down, and he remembered where he'd seen that cutie mark before. Snapping his eyes open, Tight pulled back from a startled Bright Day. "I remember where I saw that cutie mark before!"
All heads turned to Tight Squeeze, and several voices could be heard asking, "Who is it?"
"I don't know her name, I saw her in…" As he trailed off, Tight Squeeze trotted toward Milk Drop's store, with seemingly half the town following him. When Tight neared the front door, Milk (who was with the little group, trotted forward and opened it for him. "Thanks."
Everypony watched through the window as Tight made his way to the counter, and looked at the notice board. "Ah ha! That's her! Starlight Glimmer!" Using one of his wings, he plucked the flier pinned to the wall down and trotted back out to share his findings. "Starlight Glimmer has been caught using mind-altering magic for personal gain, and should be reported to the Guard as soon as she is found. Reward: 200 bits."
Party Favor lifted his voice. "Do you think she did something to Double Diamond? Where were they going?" A small squeak came from his back where Fido Two sat.
"The cave!" Bright Day's hooves were already moving. "W-W-What could she want to do to Double Diamond in the cave? She might hurt the plant!"
Double Diamond smiled brightly as Starlight Glimmer, wanted criminal, was trapped by the plant. He wasn't sure she could hear him, but he called encouragements to her regardless. "Just relax, it will make you feel much better. You won't have to run anymore!"
The plant was doing what the plant always did. Double watched with glee as it subdued Starlight completely, and started working itself into her body. He stepped up and gave one stray tendril a little stroke with his hoof. "I didn't realize what a gift you were before. But that changes today."
Tight Squeeze, having taken to the air on his huge wings, led the rush of pegasi into the cave. With Bright Day, Night Glider, Cream'n Sugar, and Candle Bright behind him, Tight marched up to where Double stood. "Get away from him, you—" He stopped, his eyes growing accustomed to the dark cave, when he saw Double Diamond standing over a subdued, squirming unicorn. The unicorn, Starlight Glimmer, was mostly hidden by the various pods and vines, but one flank—and its cutie mark—were visible.
"Don't you see, Tight, she doesn't have to be bad, now. The plant will make it all better." Double Diamond wore a huge smile on his face, one of his hooves rising to pat the biggest pod (that had captured Starlight's head).
"She's a wanted criminal, DD. The Guard will come looking for her eventually, and they are going to find all—all this." Tight Squeeze now had all his pegasi backup actually backing him up, and the sound of hooves in the cave entrance signaled the arrival of the earth ponies and unicorns.
"Well I couldn't let her come into town. She was going to do something bad, I could feel it." Double Diamond blew out a snort through his nose to punctuate his statement. "Mark my words, she was looking for trouble."
Night Glider pushed past the other pegasi and looked at the engulfed form of Starlight Glimmer. "Well, good or bad, she's part of the town now." She turned her head to Double Diamond and had to stretch upward to kiss his cheek.
Tight Squeeze cleared his throat. "Milk Drop, Night Glider, one of us should be here in case she manages to get free. I know the plant is pretty…" he fished for a word, "… reliable at keeping a pony restrained, I don't want to take the chance with a known criminal."
"I'll take first watch." Night Glider gave Double Diamond a pointed look. The plans she had for the big stud of a stallion were suddenly down the drain.
Snorting, Milk Drop stepped through the crowd to meet Tight and Night (rounding out the three ponies with grabbing-tails). "I need to get up early tomorrow to open the store. Might as well have me take the third shift."
Stuck with the middle shift, Tight Squeeze sighed. "Well it was my idea, so I guess I get the shortest straw." He shrugged.
Double Diamond blinked, trying to get a handle on what had just happened. "Wait, we're all going except for Night? She'll be up here alone!"
"You big dolt." Night Glider smiled at Double as she shoved him with a hoof. "I can take care of myself." And to prove it, Night Glider used her bark.
Thick strands of wood-like fibers grew out all over Night, and wrapped her up tightly in a thick, flexible suit of armor that had her looking vaguely like a small timber wolf. He shook herself, scattering a few bundles of fiber, but mostly showing off for the crowd.
"Okay. You heard them, everypony. Nothing exciting will happen until morning at the earliest." Sugar Belle took charge of herding the crowd out. "Tight? Come on, dear, you need your rest."
Tight Squeeze looked back at Night Glider. The mare looked like a monster as she stood beside the plant and its captive, her glowing green eyes providing illumination for her to see by. "Come and get me when you get tired, Night."
"I don't need to be able to read thoughts to be able to tell she is about to tell you to go home, too." With her magic, Sugar Belle lifted Tight Squeeze from the ground and turned him toward the exit of the cave.
Jerking awake in the small hours of the morning, Tight Squeeze looked at the little clock beside his bed. Six AM. "S-Sugar. I don't know why, but Night Glider didn't come to get me."
Yawning, stirred from her sleep by her worried husband, Sugar Belle gently reached out with her mind. Night Glider was still in the cave, and her tail (at least) was awake. "She's still out there. Nothing bad seems to have happened. You owe her breakfast, though."
Tight half-slumped back to the bed, his panic eased by Sugar Belle's reassurance. "We need to go and see what happened, then. What will happen, when she wakes up that is."
Sugar Belle rolled from the bed, but rather than smoothing the covers back down, she yanked them free of bed and Tight Squeeze. "Come on. Since you are so determined to take your shift, you'd better get up and help me make half the town breakfast."
Fighting to grab the covers, Tight Squeeze ended up struggling with his own tail, although he knew who was driving the thing at the time. Giving a defeated groan, he rolled to the side and off the bed. Taking care of the necessary, Tight followed Sugar Belle into the kitchen.
The smell of rising bread dough hit Tight Squeeze—like it did every morning—and brought a big smile to his face. Like a wife-seeking-missile, Tight made his way across the kitchen and his lips connected with Sugar Belle's cheek. He smooched her for a moment, then drew back. "I love you."
Before Tight could get too far away, Sugar returned the kiss, but this time on Tight Squeeze's lips. "I love you too. Can you help me with these loaves?"
Falling in beside his wife, Tight Squeeze began traying up the dough as well, and slipping each into an oven. No longer weird to him, he took it for granted that his own tail would be grabbing up the trays and passing them to him and Sugar. "Everypony would starve if you didn't think ahead like this."
While Tight was loading in the last of the loaves to bake, Sugar Belle started making up a huge tub of cake batter. "They wouldn't starve, but I can feel a lot of grumbling ponies who are ignoring their bellies to get ready for the big event today." She noticed Tight had finished loading the bread in, and directed his tail to start passing him cupcake trays.
Out of bread dough, Tight Squeeze took the first cupcake tray from his tail and—without the slightest hesitation—greased it up. "So you can read thoughts? Fully read them, I mean."
"Ponies think about saying a lot of things they don't say. I can only hear those thoughts, the ones that are almost said." Sugar Belle took the first tray from Tight Squeeze, and started pouring cake batter into it. "And a lot of ponies would tell their wives or husbands they are hungry today, but then they swap to talking about how exciting it is having a fugitive in town."
Tight Squeeze focused for a moment, and concentrated on almost saying what he wanted to do to his wife on the kitchen table. He watched Sugar's head spin around and glare at him. "What?"
"I heard that." Sugar Belle walked up to Tight and booped him on the nose with a hoof. "Later."
Preparing the icing together, Sugar and Tight kept their conversation to touches rather than words. The cupcakes were done and out, iced and ready, then it was time to remove the bread. Loading up bags for the bread and cakes, Tight Squeeze noticed a particular cupcake. "'Welcome'?"
"She might be a fugitive, but she is one of us now. For better or worse, this mare is now part of Our Town." Sugar Belle loaded the last cupcake into a box, and hefted all the cakes and loaves together in her magic.
Letting Tight Squeeze take the lead, Sugar Belle cocked her head a little as she watched him walk. Normally, she would be admiring the slight sway her husband's back end had gained, but instead she noticed he walked a little gingerly. "Tight, is something wrong with your legs?"
"Don't wanna talk about it." Tight Squeeze knew he had lost whatever argument might ensue the moment Sugar belle had asked him the question. He mumbled a word very softly.
Sugar Belle didn't need to hear Tight to understand what he was saying under his breath. "An udder?" When her husband stopped walking and spun his head back, she tried her best to keep a neutral expression. "There's nothing wrong with a mare having an udder, dear."
"Does it need to be so tender, and swollen?" Tight barely said the words when magic wrapped him up and lifted him into the air.
"Don't worry, you know I'll be gentle." Sugar Belle gave a little giggle, unable to hold the laugh back. When she saw the two, swollen teats hanging down just in front of and on either side of Tight's sheath, Sugar Belle gave a little whistle. "This can't be from the pregnancy yet. Have you checked for milk?"
Clamping down on his voice, Tight Squeeze barely kept from yelling back to Sugar. "How would I do that?" The answer was so sudden, and felt so wonderful, that Tight Squeeze's anger evaporated into thin air. He felt Sugar Belle's lips close around one of the teats and suck.
Tight Squeeze's muscles seemed to relax, and he closed his eyes. The pleasure that swelled up was softer than sexual arousal, but it was more disarming, too. Another suck, then another, and then a new feeling joined the soft, swelling of pleasure: the feel of something leaving him through his nipple.
Sugar Belle's eyes widened as the thick, rich milk hit her mouth. She gave an appreciative sigh and sucked a little more free of her husband before setting him down.
Locking his knees to keep standing, Tight Squeeze watched Sugar Belle circle around him and come in for a kiss. To distracted by the pleasure of her suckling, he didn't realize what was happening until the rich, creamy, and sweet taste of his own milk hit him.
Both ponies stared at each other for a few moments, and both curled their lips into big smiles.
"You taste like condensed milk." Sugar Belle rolled the last of his flavor around in her mouth, giving a little nod of agreement to her own words.
"Yeah." Trying to steady himself from the arousal that followed his own wife suckling his milk, then feeding it back to him, Tight Squeeze had to agree. "Rich, and really sweet."
"Sweet enough to bake with." Licking her lips, Sugar Belle let out a giggle. "But that's for later. Let's go meet the new pony!"
Tight was left staring at Sugar. "You're not milking me for baking ingredients!" He paused a moment, and thought about what else he was producing that was sweet, and what his naughty wife did with that. "One or the other, but not both."
Turning to Tight Squeeze, Sugar Belle let out a happy laugh. "Your milk would be better to use, anyway. Your semen was leaving an aftertaste in some cakes." With her pile of breakfast goodies floating along beside her, Sugar Belle started prancing toward the cave.
Defeated by his own words, Tight walked as fast as he could and not feel the slapping sway of the udder under as it collided with his inner thighs. "Sugar, it felt kinda good." His words succeeded in slowing Sugar belle back down.
Still walking, although not as quickly, Sugar Belle looked back to Tight. "Really?"
"Tonight." Tight Squeeze got his chance to see hunger in his wife's eyes, and savored every moment of it. Catching up to her, he leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Come on, we have a pony to welcome."
"That's my stallion." Kissing Tight back, Sugar Belle made her way to the cave with him at her side.
As they approached the cave, the entrance was free of ponies, but an audible cheer arose from within. Looking at each other, Sugar and Tight made their way within.
Inside the cave was the oddest sight, and neither Tight Squeeze nor Sugar Belle could comprehend what was going on. Everypony but two were trying to pull oversize corks from their mouths, while Double Diamond hugged the new mare.
Sugar Belle set the cakes and bread loaves down, and walked through the struggling ponies. As she passed them, her magic would snap out and remove the offending corks. She could see the new pony was just as well-hung as any mare fresh out of the grip of the plant (barring a few standouts, like Night Glider and Fresh Baked). "We need to talk."
As soon as she spoke, Sugar Belle felt magic lance out from the mare. It rushed toward her, diving for her mouth. Something inside Sugar reacted to her anger, and she poured out a lot more power than she needed, and canceled the cork-delivery-spell. "I don't think so, Starlight Glimmer."
Starlight Glimmer rounded on the newcomer. She narrowed her eyes and glared at Sugar Belle. "This isn't going quite as I'd planned, but I guess now is as good a time as any to get this started. Feel the grip of my—" As she worked her magic—more powerful than any pony she had ever met—Starlight felt like she were wrapped in a chill bubble of ice. It wasn't cold she felt, however, but the lack of magic. She screamed.
"Oh get over yourself." Her horn flaring impossibly bright, Sugar Belle stared down at the panicked Starlight. "If you promise not to cast a spell, I'll let you have it back." She had to hold magic away from Starlight Glimmer, like a mother with a foal's latest (and dangerous) toy, for nearly fifty seconds. She counted each one.
Finally, getting over her fear, Starlight stopped grabbing mentally at the prison that had so effortlessly been built around her. She nodded, and felt the rush of magic back. "How did you do that?"
Sugar Belle smirked at the question. "Something the plant did to me. Are you hungry?" At the look of consternation on Starlight's face, Sugar Belle used her magic to teleport a pair of cupcakes over. She passed one to Starlight—the one with "welcome" written on it.
Tromping along at Sugar Belle's side, Starlight Glimmer felt her world crumbling for the second time in her life. Sunburst's leaving had stung her young heart, but her powerful magic being taken away so effortlessly had stunned her.
Then Starlight looked down at the cupcake. "'Welcome'? You were going to welcome me?"
"It's what ponies do. Try it. My husband, Tight Squeeze, helped me make enough for everypony who would be here." Sugar Belle didn't lead Starlight out of the cave, but far enough away from the crowd that they could be assured relative privacy. "Mind-control magic?"
Starlight felt her spirits slump a little. "How did you—"
Sugar cut in on Starlight. "I may have gone to culinary school, but I learned some magic. What were you planning?"
"Oh, you know, the usual. Make the whole town believe every word I said, lull you all into trusting me, then fleecing you for everything you have." Starlight Glimmer rolled a hoof in the air, speaking with a droll tone. "The usual."
"Well, you're not going to." With that, Sugar Belle bit into her own cupcake. The taste of the tiny cake, with the sweet icing, was wonderful.
Following suit, Starlight froze and looked down at the remainder of the cupcake. It tasted amazing, and she couldn't deny it made her feel better just to have eaten it. "I guess I'll just leave then."
"You're not doing that, either. It took you in, and so will we." Sugar Belle pointed a hoof at the plant on the other side of the huge cave. "How are you feeling?"
Starlight just stared at the mare. "I tried to mind control you. You know I've done it to others. Why would you let me stay?!"
"Are you going to mind control us now?" Sugar Belle took another little nibble of her cupcake. She was struggling not to let her nerves show. The fact of the matter was, she was terrified that Starlight might have gotten that spell off.
Normally good at reading ponies, Starlight was having trouble getting a fix on Sugar Belle. The mare looked pregnant, and seemed to have more magic in her than a princess. Starlight thought about what that meant, what the plant doing this to Sugar meant. "No, I guess not. But what's your angle?"
Sugar Belle raised an eyebrow. "Angle? I don't have an angle. I want everypony to be happy. Since you ended up down here too, that means your part of the town now."
"Just like that?" When Sugar Belle nodded to her, Starlight Glimmer felt the tightness inside her ease just a little. "So I hang around and do what? Magic's about all I'm good at."
Pointing a hoof at Starlight's flank, Sugar Belle chuckled at the addition of little clutching vines to Starlight's cutie mark. "I'm pretty sure the plant has already worked something out. Have you had a foal before?"
The question, completely out of the blue, caught Starlight off-balance. "W-What do you mean by that?"
"That's a no, then. Everypony here winds up with foal eventually. Don't worry, if the plant can make my husband accept his pregnancy, it'll have no trouble with you." Sugar Belle had meant to sound reassuring, but after finishing the words she realized how ominous it was. "Uh, well, that is…" She couldn't come up with a better way to say it.
"So it turns me into a stallion, then gets me pregnant? How does that even work?!" Starlight felt an odd itch. She shifted her hips a little.
Sugar Belle recognized the movement for what it was: Starlight was gathered around a lot of other infested ponies, now her need would grow. "The stallion bit is mostly to help out others. If you want to get the fire quenched as soon as possible, you might want to talk to Bright Day." She pointed a hoof to Bright, who was sitting beside Tight with the other ponies. "Oh, my name's Sugar Belle."
Starlight was surprised at how normal it felt. It was almost as if Sugar Belle actually wanted to be her friend.
For the first time in her life, Starlight Glimmer had been outclassed magically. It was a blow both to her ego, and her outlook on life. That the ponies of Our Town all seemed super nice, and at least seemed completely honest with her, was refreshing. But she knew they would turn on her eventually. Thus, Starlight began making plans for when she would be turned upon.
The house assigned to her was newly constructed, and she found herself actually liking it. Its owner, Bright Day, was an exceptionally cheerful and happy stallion, and it had been everything Starlight could do to stop him from cheering her up—sometimes a mare just wants to brood a little.
Which is why she often left Bright Day and his "special friends" to their fun—which despite Bright's urging, Starlight hadn't been all that interested in—and started spending a little time outside.
Despite being an avid lover of magic and spells, Starlight Glimmer had spent a lot of her life traveling outdoors. That she was usually fleeing a town that had turned on her made a moment that she wasn't more relaxing, too.
A glance along the backs of the other houses revealed vast gardens, but one stood out. Everypony, it seemed, had a bit of a green hoof, but just one house seemed to sport a jungle of plants. Walking along the gardens, Starlight made her way past each of the plots to the special garden.
Tomato bushes that climbed nearly three pony-lengths into the air, beans that threatened to challenge the tomatoes, and pumpkins rambling everywhere with their thick vines. All the plants hated frosty weather, and if it weren't for the heat of the desert they likely wouldn't survive in Equestria without a greenhouse.
"Go ahead, try one."
Starlight's head jerked up, and she pulled her hoof back from the nearest tomato bush. "Excuse me? Hello?" She peered around, looking for the owner of the voice.
Banjo Solo stepped between the aisles of plants, and poked his head and shoulders out to greet Starlight Glimmer. "Yer that new-un. Some folks told me you might be trouble."
"I am." Starlight let out a sigh. "I'm trouble wherever I go, or so the Royal Guard tell everypony." She looked at Banjo Solo, her eyes tracing the form and features of the unicorn. He looked like an adult pony of indeterminate age, and sported stray-yellow hair in his mane and tail, and a light green coat. The cutie mark of Starlight's conversation partner was a stringed instrument that matched his name, with green vines for strings.
"M' names Banjo Solo, and don't let them others' talk worry ya none. M' plants like ya, that's enough for me to give ya a go." Banjo reached out to the plant, and touched one growing tomato. With the tiniest touch of magic, he coaxed the fruit fully ripe, plucked it free and took a big bite out of it.
Starlight Glimmer gulped at what she had seen. She was, undisputedly (until she met Sugar Belle), a master of magic. She could cause a plant to do exactly what she had just seen Banjo do, but she would need half a day to prepare a complex spell, and about fifty times the power he just employed.
Watching again, Starlight examined the vivid, green magic Banjo used on a tomato, and then raised her eyebrows when his magic changed to a soft yellow glow, and he plucked the tomato free. "H-How did you—"
Silenced by the tomato pushed into her mouth by Banjo's magic, Starlight Glimmer bit down instinctively. Flavor flooded her mouth, and she let out a soft little sigh of appreciation.
Rushed, "shortcut" magic should have left the tomato inedible. It should have been a horrible mass of protoslime inside that was the result of a spell not having enough power or complexity to do a task. Starlight Glimmer didn't want to stop eating, so she didn't.
Banjo bided his time, watching Starlight masticate the tomato and swallow it. It was poetry to him, and he contended that a lot could be learned about a pony by how they ate a tomato. He judged Starlight Glimmer as still being hungry for something. "Yer wonderin' how I do it?"
Startled from her appreciation for the fruit, Starlight gulped down the last bits of the tomato and nodded. All her study had been from books and self-training; she had never had a teacher before. "Well, yeah. You didn't cast a complicated enough spell to make a perfect change with that little amount of magic." As she spoke, she watched Banjo smile. "So… uh. I guess I am asking you to show me?"
"You might be able to do it, at that. Yer not all horny like the others, so you might be like me." Banjo had kept himself standing straight on. It was pure courtesy to not go pointing yourself at the newest mare in town—even if you felt like a million bits. "Show me yer magic, then, missy."
"Starlight." The moment she corrected Banjo, Starlight realized how lax she had been. "I mean my name. Starlight Glimmer."
Banjo nodded his head a little. "Yeah. Ah know. So show me your magic."
Constantly being surprised by the older pony, Starlight did just that. She poured a little magic through her horn; barely enough to light it with her aura's color.
"Nah. You can't do it. Never mind." Banjo shrugged and started to withdraw into his garden again.
"Wait!" Starlight let her magic wink out. "What do you mean I can't do it? What's wrong with my magic?" She, Starlight Glimmer, had never failed to master a spell.
Waiting a moment, Banjo Solo raised an eyebrow at Starlight's insistence. "That there's the wrong kind of magic, you see." He noticed Starlight's eyes harden, and realized he might have overstepped himself. "One more shot. Close your eyes."
Wary for tricks, Starlight closed her eyes. The world wasn't dark, of course, not during daylight hours. There was warm, purple light painting shapelessly on her eyes.
"Remember the flavor o' that tomato? Think about it, some. Reach inside yourself, feel for where the plant put itself inside you." Keeping his voice level, Banjo tried to explain what he had felt when he first reached for the magic of the plant.
Starlight Glimmer thought it was a load of pony-dung, but she held her tongue for the moment. When Banjo had done the growing magic, he had been using some different kind of power, after all. So she tried to follow his guidance.
"That magic is alive, it wants to be used. You can feel it like it were steam in a train's boiler." Banjo smiled as he heard Starlight gasp. "Huh. So you do have it?" She nodded to him. "Okay, just a tiny—"
With an entirely new kind of magic at her disposal, Starlight Glimmer thought she could translate her control of regular magic to it. She was a little mistaken. Plant magic, in those ponies who carry it, is constantly bubbling and boiling. The more it's used, the more it wants to be used. Controlling it was a matter of only letting a tiny bit escape the containment of it. Starlight tried to pull on it, like she would her regular magic.
When the light coming past her closed eyelids turned bright green, Starlight Glimmer snapped her eyes open. An inferno of magic shot into the air, and rained down like a fountain—if the fountain were as big as the whole town. She tightened her hold down, cutting off the flow of magic as hard as she could, but it was too late.
Banjo was amazed at first, and then he started laughing. Gales of laughter poured from his mouth as thick globs of green magic hit gardens (causing them to turn into jungles as thick as his own almost instantly), houses (which made the long-dead wood sprout leaves and roots), and even the bare dirt, which mostly just made a lot of grass start to grow from long-dormant seeds. But the most impressive changes happened when a glob hit a pony already carrying the plant's essence.
Fresh Baked, feeling better than she had in years, had taken a shine to the idea of taking up her old job: baking. She had begged her former apprentice (Sugar Belle) to make use of her kitchen. She was carrying a small tray of loaves home when the magic hit her. A thick glob of green power landed on her croup. Something seemed to explode within Fresh, and she felt herself tremble as power thundered through her.
In seconds, Fresh Baked's wings had almost doubled in size, and changed to a dark tone of green. Arching her back, spilling the basket of loaves, she felt something push forward from her forehead. There was no pain, not a lick, but she felt really odd. Pressure built within her, and flapping her wings for all she was worth, Fresh Baked sprayed the ground under her with milk.
Unlike most of the other mares converted by the plant, Fresh had not been "gifted" with any male anatomy, and her rich, sweet milk was the only outlet her photosynthesizing wing feathers had for their energy. That she had a twisting, wooden horn growing from her forehead was the least of Fresh's problems.
Not seeing the result of her magic overload, Starlight Glimmer was panting. She had just blasted a huge amount of that odd magic, and felt the effects of magic exhaustion. And arousal. Feeling the need that had been driving ponies to seek out Bright Day at last, She gave a little whimper. The hard shaft under her was a testament to her sudden desire.
"Ah think we should just get you inside somewhere safe." Banjo reached out a hoof to Starlight, and tried to guide his visitor into his garden.
Starlight's nostrils flared. She smelled the musk of a stallion, the hunger of a mare, and she wanted them both. Her body ached to find the pony, and when Banjo touched her she knew it was him. Following him into the garden, Starlight pressed herself forward and gave a loud grunt, her target was right here, ready.
Banjo was hardly unaffected himself, but he had only used a small amount of the green magic, and its effects were muted within him. But what wasn't muted was that a very pretty mare was showing him a lot of attention. When Starlight stuck her snout under his tail, however, he knew what she was hunting for. It was something he hadn't taken the step into yet, and he quickly turned around to face Starlight. "Y-You should go back and find Bright. The lad'll help anypony with their—their needs."
The smell of mare was weaker, but the musk of stallion was stronger. Starlight purred under her breath and smiled at Banjo. "Why would I want him? You're right here." She stepped closer, so they were almost nose-to-nose, and turned herself around.
His eyes glued to Starlight's rump as it circled toward him, Banjo Solo watched the curtain of Starlight's dock swish to the side, and any hope of him turning down Starlight's offer evaporated. He didn't care about his self-imposed celibacy, or that Starlight Glimmer might not want an over-the-hill stallion on her back, he burned with desire and reached out his muzzle.
Starlight Glimmer's purr shifted to a croon. A soft, warm tongue was playing along her exposed vulva, and it was everything she had ever wanted it to be. Banjo was a new kind of unicorn, with a new kind of magic, and Starlight had already confirmed that they were definitely two of a kind. She turned to the side, and opened her mouth to give Banjo an encouraging call—when he mounted her.
Banjo had shed his inhibition, but not his control. Part of him yelled that he was an old stallion and had no right climbing a young mare's back lest he fall. He didn't listen to that part. Green magic boiled from his horn, and her poured power into the surrounding garden.
Vines of beans came alive; thick, strong pumpkin runners reached out; and even the tomato's reached a single tendril-covered stem out. Starlight Glimmer's legs were snared, her tail yanked to the side, but the tomato's grip was more gentle. By the time his magic faded, she was pinned in place—and loving it.
When Banjo finally filled her, Starlight grunted and tried to push back. The vines held her for him, but she wouldn't have been moving away regardless. Just watching the plants work gave her new ideas for this new magic. With Banjo Solo plowing up her field, Starlight still focused on magic.
Entering the dance that stallions and mares had done since there was only two ponies, Banjo recalled earlier days, earlier mares—and stallions—who had been with him in such moments. Those ponies of the past were all lacking something that Starlight Glimmer had in spades: she shared his magic.
Having used her body to lure ponies close enough to control before, Starlight Glimmer was no slouch when it came to experience, but held in Banjo Solo's garden—by his garden—was something new. It wasn't just the well-endowed Stallion's steady strokes to her sensitive insides, nor was it the way he kept nipping at her ear (although she liked both a lot), it was that Banjo had shown her new magic. He had given her something without seemingly asking for anything in reply. For the first time since Starlight's best, foalhood friend had left her without so much as a goodbye, Starlight Glimmer felt relaxed in the presence of another pony.
Banjo Solo kept his pace up. Each of Starlight's eager sounds just encouraged him to greater excess. He felt her wobble and lose herself under him, but he was not done yet. Ignoring the tight pulses of Starlight's vagina, Banjo stoked himself higher and higher within her. He felt his release on the horizon as a tingling fire in his groin, and then suddenly everything turned green.
Power bathed both ponies, in the forest of Banjo's back garden. Each was awash in a mix of their own and their partner's magic. Neither Starlight nor Banjo felt pain as branches pushed from their shoulders, angling up into the air with a faint trace of blood on them, only to break into both leaves and blooms.
Holding himself inside and atop Starlight Glimmer, Banjo Solo's body pulsed with both orgasm and plant magic. He didn't know when he squeezed his eyes closed, but when Banjo opened them he found flowers blooming in Starlight's mane.
Still held by the garden, Starlight had long-since locked her knees to stop from collapsing. Some instinct had her flapping new wings that, while useless for actual flying, matched her coat with the color of their blossoms. Her body was still coming down from the high of her second orgasm, but there was more need within her, asserting itself. Underneath Starlight Glimmer, her shaft pulsed. She was rock hard and ready, and she could smell a mare close: right behind her.
Having just helped Fresh Baked in the kitchen, Tight Squeeze was busying himself cleaning up. His wife had learned cooking from Fresh, and the older mare was almost as easy to work with as Sugar Belle—of course without Sugar Belle controlling his tail directly, things had been a little slower.
Not for the first time Tight Squeeze was aware of his belly and how it had started to swell. His initial reluctance to embrace his mare-side was now barely a joke for him. The glow of motherhood, he had found out, could make everything simply amazing. Some moments hadn't been so wonderful, but Tight had an amazing wife—by his expert opinion—to be at his side.
A flash of green, from the corner of his eye, drew Tight's attention away from the bread-pans he was scrubbing, and he looked out the back window. Another flash of green, of magic falling down like a huge raindrop, was accompanied by the sight of a group of rose bushes suddenly turning into rose trees.
Tight Squeeze smiled. "Just another day living in Our Town. I guess I better find out what is going on." He opened the back door and, sidling around the rose trees, looked around town. Several houses had suddenly sprouted as trees, the old wood of the frame finding a new lease on life. Gardens were growing out of control. The oddest thing, however, was the sight of Fresh Baked, looking a lot younger than the spindly old mare she had been, galloping down main-street.
The truly strange thing was the horn projecting from her forehead.
"Okay, this might be a more-strange-than-usual day by Our Town standards." Stepping out from under the eaves of his house, Tight Squeeze ruffled his wings a little and started walking toward the front of his house.
Each of the homes had a little room between them and their neighbors, and being a bakery (where there were often early morning noises, and excess heat) meant that Sugar Belle and Tight Squeeze's home had a larger gap than normal. It had afforded him the earlier sight of Fresh Baked running up the street, and now it let Tight see that other ponies were poking their heads out of their homes.
The patches of green grass were spreading and merging together. By the time Tight Squeeze made it onto the road, it was a soft, green path. "Does anypony know where the magic came from?!" He looked around at a lot of shrugging ponies before he spotted Patched Scrape trotting toward him. "Hey, Doc, do you have—"
Patched Scrape met with Tight Squeeze in the middle of the street, and she cut in before he could finish. "We need to get everypony under cover. I don't know what did all this, but we should be careful. We don't know if it might—" Of course, as things would go, she was interrupted too by a blast of green magic shooting into the sky from behind Banjo Solo's house.
His eyes widening, Tight Squeeze opened his mouth and raised his voice as far as he could. "Everypony get inside!" Shouting, and the preparation for such, had cost Tight Squeeze time that Patched had used to start running. He stared in shock at the fountain of power, and only when he saw the first huge glob of green power hit the ground did he take off at a gallop.
Pegasi were naturally fast and evasive. Tight Squeeze partly spread his wings and used well-timed flaps from one side, the other, or both to avoid the huge globs of green magic. It seemed like the grass was growing literally in his hoofsteps, and although he wanted to get out of the rain as quick as he could, Tight had to slow down to better dodge incoming magic.
Watching Tight's brush with florafication magic, Patched Scrape yelled her encouragement from the shelter of her own front doorstep. Then she saw the inevitable happening: Tight Squeeze dodged left around one huge ball of magic, left around a smaller one, and then dove under a third, but it was that third one that was his undoing.
Trying in vain to stop the magic, Patched made the best shield spell she was capable of, and the huge drop of pure power popped through it like a hammer hitting a window pane.
Ducking and weaving for all he was worth—proving his name well-earned—Tight Squeeze would have dodged all the magic rain if he were any other pegasus in Equestria (with the possible exception of Night Glider). The ball of magic missed his rump by a hoof-width, but his swinging tail smacked into the side of it.
A shudder ran through Tight Squeeze, and he froze in place. Staring blindly ahead, he felt the magic rush up his plant-based tail and surge into him. It didn't hurt at all, in fact he felt a hundred times better than normal. His wings seemed to stretch just a little larger, and he could only smile at the warmth that rushed into every muscle.
Patched stared in shock as odd, blue flowers bloomed in Tight Squeeze's mane, and then a long, black tendril pushed free of his forehead. Resembling the somewhat prickly plant's own tendrils, the faux horn, combined with his proud, wing-spread stance, made Tight Squeeze look almost royal. His majesty knew no bounds, until another glob of green magic slammed into his shoulder.
Hit again and again by drops of magic, Tight Squeeze felt his body practically singing with it. But it was odd at the same time. He was aroused, heavily so, but there was only one focus for that arousal, and she was delivering cupcakes to Milk Drop's store. Folding his wings up, he trotted toward Patched Scrape.
Watching Tight approach, Patched backed into her home and made room for him. "What does it feel like? Can you feel it doing anything? Do you feel any mental changes?" Her mouth was moving faster than her thoughts, but as Tight walked into her home she managed to grab up a pencil and paper.
The hot smell of a pregnant mare assaulted Tight Squeeze's nose, but his sudden surge in desire and virility was held easily at bay. "Wow."
Almost snapping her pencil, Patched stared at Tight Squeeze. "You get hit by plant-magic, turn into some kind of male alicorn-plant, and you expect me to put up with 'Wow'?" She stomped forward, reaching out with her magic to probe gently at Tight.
"You probably shouldn't t—" Tight Squeeze didn't manage to get another word out. As Patched's magical probe neared his body, green, buzzing magic leapt out and jumped along it to its source. He pulled away from Patched as quick as he could, but he watched the doctor's eyes register shock, surprise, and arousal. He could practically taste her hunger.
Groaning with the green magic jolting through her, Patched hadn't gotten anywhere near the same dose as Tight had, but she had felt a surge within herself. Arousal was the greatest affect she could notice, but Patched was assuming she had flowers sprouting in her mane. There was a general feeling of needing to go to the plant, but she shunted that to the side.
Standing before Patched Scrape was the mightiest looking stallion that she had ever had the delight to lay eyes on. Tight Squeeze might outwardly look like royalty now, but what Patched wanted to do with him had nothing to do with what was on his back or forehead, and everything to do with what was under and behind him. "You look really good, Tight."
Tight Squeeze had heard that tone enough times to know what it meant. He looked around in somewhat of a panic. "DD?! Night?!" Backing up a step, he didn't dare take his eyes off Patched. Her change had stopped at simply giving her stunning, orange roses in mane and an—apparently—raised libido. "P-Patched, you have a coltfriend, and a fillyfriend, you don't want to do this."
Backup up step by step, Tight's plot pressed to the closed door behind him. Now he was blocking the doorway and had a feisty unicorn stalking him. There was a decision that Tight Squeeze didn't even need to think about to make. He could escape and leave Patched alone, but in her state she would find somepony and do something extremely ill-advised. It was time, therefor, to stand up and be the good stallion. "Look! Over there!"
Patched Scrape was a doctor, and had used that exact distraction many times to give foals shots, and foalish ponies the same. She would never have fallen for such a simple ruse to distract her, but the part of Patched's brain that focused attention on such things as treating sick ponies, caring for her friends, and noticing a brazen distracting gesture were not functioning. She turned her head to see what Tight pointed to.
"Patched? Did you see that crazy spell that just went off?" Double Diamond opened the door, Night Glider at his side. Leaning down just a little to kiss the fillyfriend at his side, Double pushed the door wide.
Night Glider had to admit that she was enjoying having Double Diamond as her coltfriend. She even rather liked having Patched Scrape as her fillyfriend, but that was less of a surprise to her than she would have thought. She slipped into the house first, using all her pegasi skills, and looked around in disappointment. "Huh, she's not here."
Double Diamond walked in after Night Glider, turning to look back at the lush grass before closing the door. "I guess she's out helpin' somepony. That magic was really wild."
"You can say that ag—" Night Glider's ears both pitched to the side, tracing a line toward the hall that led to the hallway that led deeper into the house. Focusing all her attention, she head the sound again: a whimpering moan.
At only three quarters of his height, Night Glider didn't seem like much compared to Double Diamond, but he had seen her show off her plant-gifted strength, and when she armored up—like she suddenly did—he was doubly wary of getting in her way. "What's wrong?"
With bark covering her body, Night Glider felt her senses sharpen beyond what a normal pony could employ. She could hear more than the moan now (the moan nopony should be making in her house), and was aware of a wet, sucking sound. There was more to Night's hearing, and as it sharpened still more, she could hear heartbeats. Two.
Silent wasn't needed, not for a purpose-built predator like Night. She charged through the house, trusting her sense of hearing to bring her to the master bedroom. Flinging the door open, Night Glider brought a hoof up to thump whatever might be hurting her fillyfriend.
And that was when Night Glider froze, staring incomprehensibly.
Catching up to Night Glider, Double Diamond looked over her back at the scene before him. On the bed was two forms, one was impossible, the other merely improbable. Tight Squeeze had his wings and one leg locked around Patched Scrape. He held her firmly, keeping her from moving. He was also on top of her, in what would be a compromising position if his penis weren't stuck out to the side.
Patched Scrape was a desperate mare. She moaned and whimpered, trying in vain to shove herself back, to impale her body on the stallion's shaft, but none of her efforts worked. But the odd thing, the thing that had Night Glider and Double Diamond both staring in confusion, was that Tight Squeeze was sucking and slurping on Patched's horn. His lips were wrapped around it from one side, and his saliva was dripping all along its shiny length.
What was the least confusing thing in the situation was that Tight Squeeze sported his own horn, black with blue spikes.
Night Glider had to shed some of her armor to be able to talk. She focused, still watching the oddest scene she had borne witness to, and the bark fell away from her face and mane. "What in the name of Celestia is going on?!"
Tight Squeeze almost cheered in relief. He pulled his mouth back from Patched's horn. "Thowwy. Thee thuddenly thumped me. Ah add to thoo thomthing!"
Double Diamond opened his mouth to ask a question, then closed it again. Three times. Finally, he managed to get a coherent thought past the blockage in his brain that this scene had created. "But why were you sucking her horn?"
"Yeah." Having put two and two together regarding most of what had happened, Night Glider figured something strange had happened, and Tight was stuck with a very horny unicorn on his hooves.
"Well, then…" Tight shook his head, trying to get some feeling back in his tired tongue. "Ahem. She used her magic to drag me in here, and then lifted me onto her back. I,"—Tight Squeeze blushed enough to make his cheeks turn quite red—"I sucked on her horn. It works with Sugar! Really! Unicorns just can't focus their magic when you do that!"
"So if you're not sucking her horn, why isn't Patched using magic?" Night Glider gestured with a hoof, and realized the problem with her argument: Patched Scrape was using magic.
With her power freed to act as she wished it, Patched looked back and saw the object of her desire: Tight Squeeze's penis. Her horn boiled with magic, and she started stroking the stallion, guiding him slowly back toward her body.
"No ya don't." Ready to take charge of at least one problem, Double Diamond used the strength and fortitude to grab his best friend and pull him away from Patched Scrape. A sharp cry met Double's ears, but he knew he had to keep going.
Her lust addled mind distracted by the big stud being carried away, Patched barely noticed Double Diamond until he was on her back. Her magic winked out, and her back arched as her stallion hit his mark quickly.
Laying on the floor, feeling the worse for his valiant act of self-control, Tight could still imagine the sharp tugging Patched had used at the end to pull him back toward her. He lifted his head weakly, and came up looking into Night Glider's mirth-filled eyes.
"You're a good pony, Tight Squeeze." Leaning forward and down, Night Glider gave Tight a kiss on the nose. "Now, please, get out of my bedroom." She waited for him to start moving out the door before closing it behind him.
Tight Squeeze groaned. He was wobbling on his hooves with the constant strain of having to restrain Patched physically, and his mouth still felt half-numb from his efforts at restraining her magically.
Putting one hoof before the other, Tight made his way home from Patched's house, his brain too focused on what had happened to remember the event that triggered everything. He just hoped Sugar Belle was home, because in all the time he had been with Patched, he hadn't lost a bit of his hardness.
"Tell me again." Sugar Belle was gazing at her husband with obvious delight. Her eyes took in his more expansive than ever wings, his surge of mature growth, and not the least his horn. She focused on that horn again and couldn't stop a little giggle from escaping her mouth.
Shaking his head, Tight parked his rump on the floor and crossed his forelegs over his chest. "You think it's silly!"
"No I don't!" Despite her protest of purity, Sugar Belle did think the twisting vine that was her husband's horn looked a little odd. But there was more to it—a lot more.
"You do. Look! You're fighting not to giggle now." Tight Squeeze ruffled his wings, something that was a bigger task than ever before—his body shifted a little in place.
Standing up, Sugar Belle walked closer to Tight Squeeze. "Silly. I have the only alicorn stallion in all Equestria as my stud, and you think me giggling like an untried mare is bad? I want you, Tight Squeeze, more than ever. I love that sharp mind, your loving heart, and I always loved your body. There is just more to love, now."
Tight felt Sugar Belle settle in beside him, and he instinctively spread his wing and pulled it around her. The bulge of Sugar's belly against his own was unmistakable, and just knowing that they both shared that amazing ability now stole the fire out of his indignation.
Seconds passed, and all Tight did was stroke up and down Sugar Belle's side with his wing. "I sometimes wonder if it's the plant making me feel this relaxed and happy. I don't think it is, not when I'm with you."
Sugar Belle leaned her head at just the right angle to catch Tight's lips with her own. The simple matter of kissing her beloved husband took her attention for nearly ten seconds, when a knock sounded at their front door.
"Who is it?" Drawing his wing back slowly, Tight Squeeze felt the big bulge of Sugar's midsection as well as a slightly smaller one.
"It's that new mare. Starlight Glimmer." Sugar Belle looked at the door curiously. "You know I was never strong with magic, but I learned some good tricks in Canterlot." She ignored another round of knocking at the door. "But I overpowered her, and she was no lightweight."
Tight Squeeze barked a laugh and stood up. "Perhaps you should grow wings then, Princess Sugar Belle." Ignoring his wife's shocked expression, Tight walked over to the door and used one of his wings to open it.
Had it been a normal day, Tight Squeeze would have found the sight of a unicorn with plant wings growing from her back strange. His eyes moved from Starlight Glimmer to the unicorn stallion behind her, Banjo Solo. Like Starlight, he had what looked like plant wings, only unlike Starlight's nondescript ones, his were obviously tomato bushes.
"I just know there's an interesting story here." Tight rolled his eyes up and toward the obvious horn on his forehead. "But, in the interest of working all this mess out, did you see where that green stuff came from?"
Banjo Solo raised an eyebrow and tilted his head toward Starlight. When Tight raised his own eyebrows, Banjo nodded. "Was jus' showin' her m' garden. Might 'ave gotten a bit carried away."
Her panic rising, Starlight Glimmer's nerves were not doing well. She had found a mare that was more than a match for her magic, and promised to abide by her rules. Starlight could clearly see that her little indiscretion resulted in said mare's husband being mutated more by the plant. She opened her mouth, worried what she would say. "I didn't mean to!"
Poking her head around the doorway, Sugar Belle saw Starlight's panicked expression turn to terror. "You'd better come inside. And try to relax." She turned toward the kitchen and sent power to her horn. Like usual, a rush of magic almost overwhelmed her ability to control, but Sugar Belle was in control. Several cups of tea were brewing and some cupcakes came floating out to the living room.
Starlight walked through the sales area of Sugar Belle's shop and home, and through to the living area. She opened her mouth and started to try to babble another apology, but this time Banjo gave her a stern glare. She knew Banjo Solo wasn't nearly the heavyweight magic user she was, let alone up to Sugar Belle's level, but she had a soft spot for him.
A parade of cupcakes paraded into the room, clutched in cyan magic, and when one stopped before her Starlight was jolted from her panic. The cake was freshly baked, still warm, and she had to react quickly to catch it with her own magic.
With a bite of his cupcake, Tight Squeeze let out a happy sigh. "What happened. Don't leave anything out." A set of teacups followed the cupcakes, and were accompanied by Sugar Belle. When his wife settled at his side, Tight leaned down and kissed her cheek. Of course a wing reached around Sugar, too.
"W-Well…" Starlight began the latest little story. She felt Sugar Belle's eyes on her most, but something about Tight Squeeze also made her consider him in a higher-than-normal estimation. The ponies of Our Town were no joking matter. She told of her impromptu lessons by Banjo, and the little indiscretion between them. "And that's when I did it. I didn't mean to, but with all the excitement and…"
"… You didn't have much control over it." Sugar Belle finished what Starlight had choked off in her throat. She held a steady gaze at the mare, and smiled. "The plant often does things, and makes us do things, that are not quite what we want. Tell me you didn't have any plans to misuse this."
It wasn't just that Sugar Belle had finished Starlight's sentence, but she had finished it exactly. The realization that Sugar was either using magic or something the plant gave her was obvious, but Starlight still wanted her to acknowledge it at the very least. She focused her thoughts and tried to say: Sorry, but can you hear this?
Sugar Belle was a little startled that Starlight had picked up her little trick until she ran over her last words. She had given herself away completely. "I can."
"Is that magic or something from the plant? Because I should be able to notice if you had an active spell effect like that, and I can't get anything. I can't get a read of you at all." Her mouth rambling just like she wished it wouldn't, Starlight Glimmer did her best to bite down on her verbal diarrhea.
"The plant. I don't know why, but I can pick up what ponies are going to say just before they say it. Sometimes I catch things not said, but someone has to be about to say them." Sugar Belle took a sip of her tea and let out a happy sigh.
"One thought comes t' my mind, though. She turned 'ard packed dirt into a flowerin' meadow on accident. What could she do if she were tryin'?" Having enjoyed his cupcake and some of the tea, Banjo decided to get back into the conversation. "We're mostly just growin' our own gardens, but what if she can make the wastelands bloom?"
Sugar Belle raised an eyebrow toward Starlight Glimmer. "Do you think you could?"
Starlight Glimmer was at a loss. "I-I don't know. This magic is different to normal, unicorn magic. I guess I could try?" A surprisingly good tingle ran through Starlight's mind at the idea. She was going to use magic to help.
"It's just a wasteland, anyway. What could hurt it?" Banjo, more relaxed than earlier, spoke a little clearer. "Ah mean. Just go out and blast away. The worst you'll do is make some greenery."
"Wait. You'd just let me do that?" Looking around the three ponies in the room, Starlight got a nod from all of them. "I thought I was your prisoner here?"
Tight Squeeze ruffled his wings and flicked a look to his wife, then back to Starlight. "Do you want to leave?" He added another look at his wife that showed obvious disapproval.
A surprising sensation passed through Starlight Glimmer. She was sitting beside a stallion who had been her lover earlier in the day, and across from the greatest magic user she had ever been in the presence of, and yet it was a pegasus that looked like an alicorn that had her really thinking about Our Town.
"Yesterday I would have said yes." Starlight couldn't believe her words, but she was saying them nonetheless. "But somepony showed me that there is more to the world than unicorn magic and controlling ponies. I'll stay, for now, and I am interested to see what this green magic can do."
Flashing a grin at his wife, Tight Squeeze knew he was going to have a lot to discuss with her later. "Excellent. When did you want to start?" He sipped the last of his tea and set the cup down with a little sigh.
"Tomorrow. She's probably tired after throwin' all that magic around." Banjo stood up, acutely aware that all the aches and pains of a life well lived were literally gone. He certainly had reasons for supporting Starlight in this endeavor. Plus he could smell her again. "Ah know I would. Come on now, let's get while the getting's good. We don't want to pester Tight and Sugar no more."
Starlight knew an opening when she saw one. She jumped to her hooves and walked to quickly catch up with Banjo Solo, who moved quickly for an older stallion. A niggling thought hit her, and she studied Banjo's form. What she saw wasn't an older stallion. Excusing the tomato vine wings and fruit growing in his mane she saw a unicorn stallion in his prime.
Something inside Starlight Glimmer seemed to stir, and she found herself admiring him even more. He had powerful lines, strong muscles, and experience beyond his looks. So focused in watching Banjo was she that Starlight didn't even notice they were at the edge of his garden. She wanted him on her back, or she wanted to be on his back—Starlight hadn't quite decided what excited her more.
"Ah've not had a mare look at me like that for a long time, nor a stallion either." Banjo remembered the feel of Starlight Glimmer under him, and needed no more than that for his shaft to stir. "If'n we're going to plant more seed, let's do it inside."
Starlight actually had to groan at the seed pun. "I guess the worst that happens is I make your house into a tree-house." Nonetheless, she followed Banjo into his home. As she stepped through the door, a stroke up her spine made Starlight let out a grunt. It felt like a stallion climbed atop her for just a second.
"Yeah, I think you're after a bit more. Though, with that out, I think you might want a bit back time?" Banjo gestured under Starlight's belly at her obviously engorged penis. "Y' ever been with another stallion?"
"It may surprise you, but I'm not exactly experienced with this." Starlight gestured below her belly with a hoof. "So no. I haven't been with 'another stallion'. Nor a mare for that matter."
"A might prickly, but Ah get that. Not like all this isn't mixing all of us up a bit. So you want to try it?" If Banjo was telling the truth, he was as excited to try this new aspect of himself as Starlight's body seemed to be. To help her decision he turned and, with none of the shame he had discarded over his life, flagged his tail.
Starlight's eyes nearly bugged out of her head. Below Banjo's anus was a compact, but glistening vulva. She took a step forward, then another, then Starlight leaned forward and pressed her snout close. The smell of Banjo Solo's body was maddening to her, but she managed to hold out a little control.
Letting out the groan he had been holding for minutes, Banjo relaxed as Starlight's tongue traced his new folds from bottom to top. On the end of the groan came a sigh. Every muscle in Banjo's body tensed and relaxed with each stroke of Starlight's tongue. Repeatedly he tried to ask her to get on with things, leading to an attempt to beg her, but each time he opened his mouth another lick would come and render his voice into gasps and mewls.
Lost in a dizzying dream of scents and tastes, Starlight closed her eyes and kept lapping at Banjo. She had him leaking slickness freely by the time her senses returned, and with just a quick nip on his dock as a warning, Starlight mounted Banjo.
With the weight settling on his back, Banjo had barely a moment to anticipate Starlight Glimmer's continued mounting before she was at his entrance, and with a thrust, inside him. Tight, swelling, and causing his body to catch fire, Banjo Solo had never felt this particular flavor of ecstasy, but he quickly found it to his liking. Bracing his hooves, he took every thrust Starlight would give until he felt her groin press to his rump.
He was too full, too stuffed with all Starlight had to give him. Banjo braced his legs, fighting the urge to collapse and let Starlight do everything. Thankfully, this was a method ponies had been using for many years.
Starlight felt urges. Her body wanted to take off in a wild dance of sex where she proved to her mare how powerful she was. There was another plan on Starlight's mind. Slowly drawing back, she pressed forward and buried herself within him again. It was a slower pace than she thought she could maintain, but she liked the idea of dragging this out.
Banjo gave up being passive. His body rocked with the pace Starlight set and eager little grunts left his mouth each time his rump connected with Starlight's thighs.
Pressure built in both, but it was Starlight who lost her pace first. The feeling was too new, and she was too worked up and in control of things to be able to do anything but surrender to what her body wanted.
When Starlight suddenly sped up, Banjo Solo was back to bracing himself. Her body was in constant motion, and that motion seemed focused on shoving her shaft as deep as possible. Banjo wasn't adverse to the idea, and even managed to spread his back legs a little wider.
Feeling Banjo's body seem to open up more, Starlight was driven to greater effort. She grunted and bucked for all she was worth until the fire in her nethers lit up and spread. Intensity unlike any she had felt before in her life brought her awareness to the tight sensation behind her shaft. Something inside her was working, and its task seemed to be literally to give her pleasure.
Starlight Glimmer howled in glory. She let her body do as it pleased and tilted her head back. Sputtering green light shot from her horn and slammed into the ceiling, but she didn't care.
The rougher thrusts from Starlight set Banjo off. He locked his knees and trembled as, instead of a tightly focused orgasm, Banjo's entire body seemed to resonate with the pressure and pleasure Starlight was inflicting upon him. Like the mare on his back, he howled in bliss and shot off sparks of green magic that dwarfed any he had produced before.
Panting in bliss, Banjo struggled to get his thoughts in order, but had just started to when Starlight's hips moved. He opened his mouth to protest but was silenced when she thrust back into him. He suddenly couldn't remember what he was going to say, and instead pushed back against the next thrust.
"No! Don't come in!" Fresh Baked stood with her rump against the door to hold it closed.
Outside, Sugar Belle knocked again. "Fresh, I know one of those blobs of growth magic hit you. You don't have to be afraid." Sugar could have ripped the door open with her magic, she could have lifted the whole house up and left her former mentor, Fresh Baked, huddled on the floor (or so it felt to her, her magic seemed wildly powerful), but that wouldn't work at all. "Just let me in, Fresh. I won't judge you at all."
Turning to look at the door, Fresh Baked used one of her wings to smear the tears out of her eyes. "You promise?"
"Of course I promise. I just want to make sure you're okay. That magic did some pretty wild things." Sugar Belle tried the door handle again, and this time it started to swing inward when she pushed.
Opening the door and slipping inside, Sugar made sure to close it after herself. The curtains of the little house were drawn, and it took some time for her eyes to adjust. Slowly, the interior of Fresh Baked's house became visible out of the gloom, and its owner too.
"F-Fresh?" Sugar Belle's eyes made out the form of a young mare huddled in the corner, looking a little younger still because she had a huge pair of wings. "Is that you?"
"You promised…" Trying to hide how small and how odd she looked, Fresh Baked stretched one wing out to shield most of her body.
"I'm not judging you. The plant has done some strange stuff to all of us. A glob of that magic hit Tight, too." Stepping closer, Sugar Belle could see the extent of the changes. "You don't need to hide. This is happening to all of us eventually."
"What?" Folding her wing back to her side, Fresh Baked stood up. "What do you mean?"
"I talked to Starlight Glimmer yesterday, and she said all this magic seems to do is speed up and fuel plant growth. It's like super-magic fertilizer." Reaching out a hoof, Sugar Belle waited for her mentor to take it before she pulled her into a hug.
Letting herself be wrapped in Sugar's forelegs, Fresh buried her face in her former student's shoulder. "Then why did it do this to me?"
Sugar held Fresh Baked to her and gave her a little squeeze. "Because we're all part plant, I guess. Patched said there was something odd it was doing, but I think she will want to see you. She's the best shot we've got for understanding how this works."
"It's just really sudden, and I look like a filly!" Fresh Baked jerked back and gestured to herself with a hoof.
"You look like a young mare. Hardly a filly. How do you feel?" Smiling as openly as she could, Sugar Belle couldn't pick up anything with her plant-sense; Fresh Baked was just speaking whatever came to her mind.
"I feel like a damned young mare. Is this what it wanted to do with us? Why'd it make me younger? I was comfortable as I was!" Stomping a hoof in fury, Fresh Baked was well aware how silly she looked doing it. "I liked being how I was!"
"You know what I do when I feel down?" Sugar Belle smiled as she spoke. She used her magic to open the curtains up, and started walking through to Fresh's kitchen.
"Oh come on! You can't tell me that! That's what I told—" Trotting after her former apprentice, Fresh Baked cut off her grumbling when she saw that Sugar Belle was already making dough. "… you."
Sugar Belle remembered how many times Fresh had used this same technique on to cheer Sugar up. "Come on, downy-duck, let's kneed dough and make some cookies."
Humming a tune happily, Sugar Belle kept her hooves moving on the dough, folding it and kneading the ingredients together. When Fresh came up beside her, she reached out and pulled ingredient tubs closer.
"Did you finally learn not to use your magic?" Fresh stood up next to Sugar after washing her hooves, and started mixing her own dough.
Shaking her head, Sugar Bell felt a surge of comfort working beside Fresh Baked again. "No. I use my magic when it doesn't matter, though. Lifting trays and pans. Mixing dough? Mixing cake batter? Those are things that hooves need to do."
"Took you long enough to learn that. I remember having to tie things onto your horn to keep you from using it." Her own hooves moved as if it were natural for them to knead dough, and after a lifetime of baking it was.
Sugar Belle's eyes flicked to the rose-stem horn that grew from Fresh's forehead. She didn't want to bring it up, but now was the best time for it. "Tight got a horn too. And I saw two unicorns with plant-growth wings. It's nothing to be ashamed of."
"Ashamed? Ha! I'm the princess of baking!" Fresh Baked's sense of humor was poking through her mood. "How many ponies are like this?"
"Five. Stinky Cheese got hit too. Poor old guy got wings and a horn. Can you imagine that?" Dusting some extra flour on the bench, Sugar Belle kept kneading the bread dough.
Fresh flipped her own dough too, and her hooves dove back to their task. "You said two unicorns?"
"Starlight Glimmer and Banjo Solo. They're the two the plant used to do… this. Can't hold it against them, if the plant wills something we don't exactly have a choice." Lifting her dough up, Sugar Belle put it into a large pan. A cloth over the top was last, and she used her magic to set it up on the cool parts of the big oven in Fresh's kitchen.
"It's not all big wings and unicorn horns, though." Finishing off her own ball of dough, Fresh Baked let out a sigh.
"What?" Sugar Belle had been distracted, and hadn't heard the words Fresh was going to say.
"I was leaking a little milk before. But, now, it's out of control." Holding up her own dough, Fresh felt Sugar's magic take it and float it over to the warming rack.
Starting a new mix, Sugar Belle changed a few ingredients and was working on cookie dough this time. "Sweet?"
Fresh Baked froze. "W-What do you mean?" Her hooves worked on their own, but unlike Sugar, she was making cake batter.
"The milk. Tight's got a similar problem, although it's not really a problem when the milk is so sweet. The way I use it, each cup of milk counts as a quarter cup of sugar as well." Sugar Belle was working away, not seeing Fresh's look of shock. "Oh! We should compare you both, see if it's the same."
"You drink his milk?!" Her hooves still moved despite Fresh Baked's shock. "How can… And you just… You sell that?"
"What?" Sugar Belle turned to Fresh. "No. Of course not. Only Tight, Bright, and myself eat anything made with it."
Like nearly every other pony in town, Fresh Baked had spent a little "cuddle time" with Bright Day. The stallion was positively a cheer to be around, and a perfect gentlecolt when it came to treating a mare right. "Bright knows about it?"
"Bright helps with the milking sometimes. It's perfectly alright. Nothing wrong with a little milk." Sugar lifted the bowl she was mixing in, holding it with one foreleg while the other worked the dough. "How much do you make?"
A little less shocked now, Fresh focused on her work. "A lot. I haven't actually measured it."
Sugar Belle grinned, dipped in her hoof to grab a little of the cookie dough. Tasting it, she got back to finishing the mixing off. "We should take some cookies to Stinky Cheese. He grew up on a farm, I think."
"I'm not a cow!"
"I never said you were." Pulling out a tray, Sugar Belle applied some butter, and then began forming cookies on it. "But if you want relief from that you talk to an expert."
"There has to be a better option." Fresh Baked began working on her own trays of cupcakes, her hooves sure as she performed her trade.
Giggling at a stray thought, Sugar used her magic to lift the cookie trays into the oven. "Well, there is one way. You'd need to find a few ponies who really like milk, and who you don't mind being a little intimate with."
Outrage warred with Fresh Baked's sense of the ridiculous. "I guess Bright Day would go for that. I almost can't tell him no."
"Oh don't consider that a personal failing. He's in the hearts and beds of nearly everypony in town. He just seems to know when somepony needs special cheering up. I'd offer to help too but I'm a little busy with Tight already." Sugar Belle started shuttling cupcake trays into the oven.
While Sugar Belle cleaned up, Fresh Baked prepared the icing for her cupcakes. Talk turned to normal gossip until the cupcakes and cookies were lifted out. Leaving Fresh to ice her cakes, Sugar moved her cookies to a drying rack and cleaned up the baking trays.
Fresh Baked hadn't felt as good in a long time. As a pony got older, little aches and pains settled into joints and old wounds. Her left-rear leg had been paining her a little. But a lifetime of aging had been undone. Her body was trim and fit as if she were starting her cooking apprenticeship again.
Folding up some thick card, Fresh made a little tray to hold six cupcakes, and then filled it. "So. Stinky Cheese, you think?"
"If anypony would know farming it would be him. He's worked with milk all his life." Sugar Belle slipped some cookies into a stack and wrapped a ribbon around them to tie them up. She used her hooves to tie a bow in the ribbon. "So let's go ask him."
Fresh sighed and nodded. "If you tell me one thing, Sugar." She waited for Sugar Belle to nod. "How do you do this? I was ready to crawl into a corner and scream until Doc came to drag me away."
"What keeps a smile on my face all day long?" Sugar Belle levitated the cupcakes and cookies into the air with her magic, the load barely noticeable at all.
"Yeah."
Sugar Belle giggled. "Well. It helps that my husband has a really big—"
"Sugar!"
"No, not sugar. But I think you get the idea." Sugar Belle winked at Fresh Baked and pranced for the front door.
Stinky Cheese knew when he was being buttered up. When the two best bakers in town showed up on your doorstep with cakes and cookies, it meant that he was having plenty of butter applied. That they were the two best bakers in town meant that it was working really well.
Lifting up a cupcake, Stinky nibbled at one edge of it. "So what's it you want from me?" Butter or no butter, he would help if he could.
"We need some advice on milking." Sugar Belle tried not to let her eyes slip to Fresh Baked, but they did. "Certain members of the town are having a problem that seems to be caused by what the plant did to them, and they're in dire need of relief."
"Milkin' you say? That's a mighty specific thing. An' why'd you come to me?" Another nibble of the cupcake improved Stinky's mood even more, they were some of the best he had ever tasted in his life.
"I need some help. I'm—I'm lactating. I'm lactating a lot. Sugar Belle said Tight's having the same problem, and it seems to have something to do with these." Fresh stretched one of her oversize wings out a little before folding it back to her side.
"Well. There's a few ways to deal with that. The first is milkin'." Stinky Cheese nibbled some more of the heavenly cupcake thoughtfully. "Two ways there, somepony can milk you by hoof or magic, or you could get a machine."
"Th-There's another way?" Just the thought of somepony milking her made Fresh Baked shudder in revulsion.
"Well, yeah. Find somepony who really likes milk. They don't have to…" Stinky's eyes narrowed at the groan his suggestion earned. "Thought o' that one already?"
"I don't think Fresh wants anypony else to be involved. I can certainly understand that. You mentioned a machine?" Sugar Belle tried to calm the situation down a little. "Could one be operated by the pony—uh—being milked?"
"Never really thought of that, but I can't see why not. Most of them sorts either have magic driving 'em or a hoof pump. I'll tell ya what. M' family back near Fillydelphia used to use somethin' like that. Frosty's pretty hoofy with machines; I'll get him to try makin' something for ya."
"That's wonderful!" Fresh Baked almost had tears coming to her eyes. "Is there anything I can do to repay you?" When she saw Stinky's eyes drift down to the (now empty) cupcake tray, Fresh actually giggled. "I think something can be arranged."
Patched Scrape looked around at the crowd of ponies. The entirety of the town was sitting, standing, or laying down before her. Of course those laying were at the front, those sitting behind them, and those standing behind those. Despite the oddity of nearly four-fifths of the town being in some way a plant, ponies still upheld harmony and togetherness.
She opened her mouth, ready for the big speech she had planned, but it seemed insufficient. Taking a deep breath Patched Scrape pointed into the middle of the crowd. "Look! An elephant!" A few chuckles ran through the crowd, but more than Patched would have liked actually looked for the suddenly appearing elephant.
"There is a really strange plant growing in the caves just outside town. It is turning anypony who visits there into a plant-pony hybrid. It is—controlling us in subtle ways, but mostly ways that don't require much lifestyle change." Patched looked around. There wasn't shock on anypony's faces, although she saw one colt still looking for the elephant.
"Most of us are pregnant; the plant seems to be quite insistent we have more ponies in the town. Some of us are showing more than the standard pattern of behavior."
Patched Scrape gestured to Night Glider. "Some of us have grown much stronger, better able to protect others."
As Patched spoke, Night Glider built her bark over her body, forming a thick ablative armor. Everything became warmer in this form: Night Glider not only felt hotter temperature wise, but her body ached for her lovers. Patched had explained it was the plant's reward mechanism at work.
"I call this the warrior mutation." Patched Scrape tried to smile with her partner—looking not too unlike a timber wolf—standing beside her. "The next is what I'm calling a gardener. So far only unicorns, and the only thing affected is magic. The—incident last week was Starlight Glimmer coming to terms with that magic."
Starlight Glimmer tried to look as small and innocuous as possible. Patched had asked her to give a demonstration of her new magic, and if the small jungle growing around the town weren't enough then she pointed her horn at a potted tomato seedling. Concentrating as best she could, Starlight let—what was for her—the barest trickle of green magic out.
Patched reached out with her own magic to pluck a ripe tomato from the bush Starlight had grown. "As you can all see this is by no means all bad, but it is different." She used her magic to float the tomato to a colt who was staring at it—he had a horn and wings, all made from plant matter.
"There are others. Feeders, like Fresh Baked, seem to be pegasi who produce a lot of very nutritious milk." Patched Scrape didn't want to explain the other method of carbohydrate delivery with families present. "There is two more types we know of. The most common type being, uh, breeder." She gestured to herself. "Increased drive, ability to, uh, interact—with anypony…
"And the last. I haven't gotten a name for it yet, but you all know Sugar Belle. She—somehow—communicates with the plant, and can understand the words of ponies who have interacted with it just before they say them."
Sugar Belle stepped up and waved to all the ponies present. "Thank you for bearing with us, everypony. The reason for this town meeting is to make sure you all know exactly what's going on, and to offer you all a chance to—well—not become like this."
Plant-pony heads turned to look at friends and family that weren't converted yet. Patched could see most of the remaining ponies looking towards their kin nervously, but there were a few that just smiled. "Anypony who wants to leave, can. I don't think anypony can really stop the plant, but I know it's not that fair to—"
"I'm leaving." Summer Sojourn, a pegasus who hadn't been in town for more than a year, sighed and shook his head. "Sorry, but this just—just isn't my thing."
"Me either."
"Patched, Sugar, I like it here, but this is a bit too much."
More voices expressed the same opinion, and one by one the ponies wanting to leave separated from the main group.
"I'm staying. Short too." Spilled Milk was laying down at the front with her foals, each of which was adorned with plant horn and wings. One thought filled her mind: motherhood.
Short Fuse sat upright just behind his wife. He didn't call out his agreement to her statement—he didn't need to. All his attention was on Spilled and their foals.
"The plant stopped us coughing and hurting!" Curds stomped a little hoof. "It was nice to us!"
Clearing her throat, Sugar Belle got everypony's attention again—even those who had decided to leave. "This is still Our Town, and we're all still members of it. Our Town helps Our Townians, so let's make sure our friends have what they need."
The upbeat nature of Sugar Belle's rallying cry pushed everypony into a slightly melancholy mood. With the elephant asked politely to leave the room, nopony felt alone anymore.
Tight Squeeze was working in the kitchen with Sugar Belle. They weren't alone in the house, however.
Laying on the floor in the living room, Fresh Baked was stretched out on her side with one wing extended. Her limb, of course, hid where the little suction bells were attached to her teats.
Again and again she went to say something, but the utter relaxation of being milked caused her to close her mouth moments before she did. Hearing her former student—who now looked older than she did—working in the kitchen with Tight Squeeze somehow added to Fresh Baked's calm.
"Fresh? Did you want two loaves or four?" Tight Squeeze moved in perfect time with Sugar Belle.
Fresh Baked tried to respond. She opened her mouth to reply, but the machine Stinky Cheese had put together gave a particularly deep suck and stole her breath.
Tight Squeeze's ears twitched. He heard a weak groan from Fresh Baked, but somehow he heard her voice. "Five? Okay!"
Still working, it took Tight a fully minute to realize Sugar Belle had stopped and was looking at him curiously. He could tell, by her smile, there wasn't something actually wrong. "What's the matter?"
"Fresh? Can you tell Tight how many loaves did you get yesterday?" Sugar Belle waited for the tingle in her head again. She could see that Fresh Baked tried to say three, but the mare in the other room didn't actually say it. "How much was that, Tight?"
Confused, Tight Squeeze scuffed a hoof on the floor. "Uh, three. She said—"
Sugar Belle giggled, interrupting Tight. "No she didn't. She didn't say it at all. I felt her think it, but…"
"But then how did I hear her say it?" Setting his work down, Tight Squeeze looked at his wife. "Do you think I'm getting your thing too?"
"You're not getting my thing. I've been getting more hints from the plant, lately, and it might want more of a few specialty types, it is content with just me as, well, this." Using her magic, Sugar Belle reached out and held Tight's mouth closed. "Tell Fresh Baked you're coming in to take the milker off her." She kept her voice quiet, trying to keep her words from Fresh.
Tight Squeeze looked at his wife with a little confusion then tried to talk—she kept his mouth closed. Looking at Sugar, Tight let out a little groan.
"Just do it, please dear?"
Huffing a breath out his nose, Tight Squeeze focused on telling Fresh Baked her time with the milker was up. Not a moment after he tried the senseless exercise than a squeal came from the living room.
Fresh Baked stood, crouched over the milker while it still worked. Panic at its impending loss drove adrenaline into her body and made her able to function despite the machine still working on her teats. "P-P-Please don't! I'm almost done!"
Sugar Belle poked her head around the doorway. "Relax, Fresh. We were just testing something and needed a reaction from you. Did you know Tight didn't say anything?"
Looking at Sugar Belle, Fresh Baked was confused. "But I heard him. He said he was going to take the—the milker away…" Her voice grew less and less certain as she spoke. Fresh couldn't actually remember hearing Tight, but she knew he was going to tell her anyway.
Tight Squeeze had to squirm and pull back from Sugar Belle's magic. He managed to get his snout out of the glowing grip at last. "Wait. So you're telling me that the plant made us telepathic?"
"Yes. No. Well, Kinda. I think it's letting you work through me." The moment Sugar Belle said the words she felt an odd approval from the plant within herself. She groaned. "And it just confirmed it. I don't know how, or why, but it is using me to relay your thoughts."
"Wait. The plant is actually thinking?" Fresh looked at Sugar with shock on her face. "I thought, at the meeting, you said—"
"It doesn't really think. It uses me to think, I think. It's confusing, but I kinda get hints sometimes." Sitting down on her rump, Sugar Belle lifted a hoof and tapped the side of her head. "It's not like I actually know what's going on, and you'll excuse me if I don't ask Starlight to jolt me with her green magic."
Tight Squeeze gasped in mock surprise. "You mean my darling wife is aiding and abetting a plant monster in taking over Our Town?!" He lifted a hoof to his forehead in melodramatic pause.
Fresh Baked's rush that let her stand up was wearing off, but at the same time she felt the flow of her milk slow and then, finally, stop. She blinked in surprise a few times at the strange emptiness of her udder. Reaching under herself with a wing, she turned the pump off and pulled the unresisting cups free of her teats. "Y-Your turn, Tight."
"Let me change the tank first." Sugar Belle used her magic to detach the glass jug that was half full of milk and took it into the kitchen.
Staring at the machine, Tight gulped. "Of all the times to get nervous about being a stallion doing a 'mare thing', now is the silliest."
"You're pregnant." Fresh Baked was too, but it was a point she had to make.
"Well, yeah. But that seemed like a much better idea at the time. Fun, too." Tight circled around the machine, feeling where Fresh had been laying by the warmth in the floor. "It doesn't hurt?"
"Hurt? Silly, it feels great. Mind-numbingly good. You can just relax and let it do all the work." Walking up to Tight, Fresh Baked lifted a hoof and put it on his shoulder. "Just calm down. You're safe here."
Tight Squeeze looked at the machine and gave a sigh. The functions of it were obvious. A little magic-driven pump had some valves attached, and a pair of hoses that lead to the little cups. "I'm sure most stallions go their entire lives without having to worry about getting pregnant, being overfull with milk, or worrying about weight gain from pregnancy."
"But not you, dear." Sugar Belle returned with the emptied and rinsed jug. She set it into the machine and walked up to kiss Tight Squeeze. "Tight, calm down and let me help."
"O-Okay." Tight folded his legs and lay down, then pitched to his side. There was a little pressure on his belly, but he was otherwise comfortable. The noticeable bulge between his back legs was just as prominent as ever, of course.
A little sigh left Tight's mouth as Sugar Belle cupped his udders with her magic. The calm certainty of his wife's touch warred with his worry until the little machine gave a wheeze and the first cup touched his teat.
"Oooohhhh…" Tight Squeeze closed his eyes as he felt the first cup settle around his teat and start its repeated sucking-squeezing motion. Unthinking, he stretched the back leg on top of his udder back, giving Sugar Bell easier access.
When the second, greedy little cup grabbed Tight Squeeze's other teat, all thought fled for a moment. Then his milk started to flow in earnest. His worry about the machine evaporated in a wave of good feelings. The milking wasn't erotic, but he was enjoying it all the same.
"And he's out. I told you it wasn't terrible." Fresh Baked reached a wingtip—longer and greener than ever—out and booped Tight Squeeze on the nose.
Unable to voice words, Tight Squeeze focused what parts of his mind could concentrate on sending Fresh a message: —You were right, but you didn't mention it giving you an erection.—
Gritting her teeth to keep from saying her reply out loud, Fresh grinned. —Why do you think I was hiding myself with a wing?—
"A little more to the left." Double Diamond wasn't a magical unicorn, he wasn't a soaring pegasus, he didn't have green magic, animated tails, or even giant wings. He was an earth pony, pregnant, and well respected in Our Town for his willingness to step in and take charge when something needed it.
Starlight Glimmer and Banjo Solo needed guidance. Their talents let them understand more about a plant than any other unicorn, but they were still unicorns—although the plant wings on their backs were growing nicely.
When Double Diamond put his hooves on the first bit of greenery that Starlight and Banjo had wrought from the wasteland, he had almost recoiled from it. They had been spraying their magic about without the slightest thought for what might actually grow, which was why he was now giving them directions in scattering seeds and planting cuttings of trees (which were mostly taken from the few houses that had since sprouted into trees).
The ground knew what magic had been unleashed already, it knew what was coming, and it thrummed that anticipation through Double Diamond's hooves in a way that had him almost pronking in excitement. "That one first."
Starlight Glimmer took a step back and gestured to Banjo Solo. "You first." It wasn't that she couldn't have gotten the tree cutting to grow, it's that she would have grown the entire meadow they were trying to build. Starlight's green magic was to plants like what the Elements of Harmony were to reformed villains.
Stepping up, Banjo Solo couldn't help but let his eyes roam over Starlight first, drinking in the sight of her. Her sides didn't have a bulge yet, but Banjo was back in his prime, and the plant seemed to support his idea of mares being with foal. That he counted as a mare too didn't seem to faze Banjo in the slightest.
Banjo Solo relaxed the grip he unconsciously held on the plant-given power. It was a thin stream of magic, barely even a woolen thread wide, but Banjo sent it twirling out to spiral around the little cutting. Guiding the power took all his concentration; Banjo didn't even notice Starlight's presence anymore.
The moment the thread of magic spiraled to the bottom of the cutting, Banjo pulled on it. The spiral pulled inward and drew itself into the wood. Leaning forward, sensing the power he was working with, Banjo pressed his lips to the side of the twig. "Grow for me. Big an' strong."
Like an incantation, Banjo Solo's magic took hold within the cutting. Roots shot down into the unkind soil while branches reached skyward. Leaves sprouted all over the tree, and though the soil wasn't the best for growing, magic didn't care.
As the sapling grew into a tree, Banjo rested his forehead against it, tilted so that his horn rubbed the bark. He could feel when the tree found the water table, and even when it discovered good soil (deep underground). "A little more."
The sight of a tree sprouting from a small cutting and growing into a huge had Starlight Glimmer craning her head upward. She could have done the same, sure, but she would have used ten times the energy to do it. The first seed pod dropped and bopped her on the head.
As more seed pods rained down around them, Doubled Diamond walked up and lifted a hoof to rub the tree. "You made them happy. Starlight, spread those seeds out and let's get the next step started!"
"So how does this help?" Despite questioning Double Diamond, Starlight Glimmer did as instructed. "I mean, we could have just taken more clippings and—"
"These trees will be fighting against the soil, against the sun, and against the deep water table. We don't want them fighting a disease that spreads fast because they are all genetically identical." Double Diamond could feel the other seeds, carrying some measure of the magic Banjo had imbued their parent with, practically begging to be sent out and given the same head-start.
Starlight used her regular magic to scatter the seeds. "But why the big trees first? Won't they make it harder for smaller plants to grow?"
"It's because o' this." Banjo Solo used his hoof to lift up some sand-like soil. "Nothin' short of a tree'd grow in this. We need the trees to prepare the soil."
With the seeds spread out, Double Diamond turned and smiled at Starlight. "Alright. Let 'em have it!"
Using the magic a little differently, Starlight tilted her head to aim her horn at the first seeds. She relaxed her grip, intending just a trickle of magic to flow out. Just like last the first time, however, Starlight's horn became the source of a massive rush of green energy.
Banjo was already worked up from his own magic work, but seeing Starlight rampantly spraying green magic around had his nostrils flaring. Advancing on her, Banjo could smell male and female arousal.
Having been positioned to watch the rush of magic, Bright Day spiraled down to see what was going on. "What—?" Landing just in time for Banjo Solo to rear up and land on Starlight Glimmer's back. He swung his head over to Double Diamond. "Are you alright?"
Double Diamond shifted his back legs a little and tried not to feel embarrassed—which was impossible for him. "Uh, yeah. I should… I think they're… I might just go now." But his legs wouldn't move, and Double's eyes widened when he watched Bright Day walk around in front of Starlight.
With Banjo to keep her company, Starlight hadn't found reason to search out the support group for overly horny plant ponies. Rock hard, and with her lover plowing her depths, she stared at Bright Day as he positioned himself before her, rear aimed at her. When the stallion's tail cocked to the side to reveal his feminine sex, Starlight only managed a groan.
"I didn't get a chance to welcome you to town properly." Bright backed up a little. It wasn't so much pride as pure desire that made him offer himself. That and he liked making ponies happy. "So, welc—" Cut short in his welcome, Bright felt the weight of Starlight Glimmer land on his back. "… come."
Seeing what was going on, and struggling against his desires to just continue until he was done, Banjo Solo steadied himself. Bracing his back legs, he waited for the moment when Starlight would lunge forward. When she did, impaling Bright Day, Banjo shoved with her to keep himself within.
Had Starlight been told she would end up involved with two pretty and affectionate stallions, she wouldn't have thought much of it, but if she had been told that it would be in this particular situation, she would have laughed. Despite any misgivings she thought she would have, Starlight Glimmer was in paradise. Each time she bucked forward, Banjo would be pulled from her, and only his forward thrust ensured it wasn't a complete loss. But, then Starlight would pull back from Bright, impaling herself more firmly on Banjo.
As Starlight rocked between the two stallions, her magic swelled. Pony and plant, her magic just wanted to rush out at once. The combination took on a life of its own.
Turquoise magic wrapped around green as huge globs of power shot from Starlight Glimmer's horn. More green magic met her own from behind her, and it was like her own power became supercharged as a result.
The first few pulses of green magic, wrapped in Starlight's unintentional spell, swirled into the air and then rushed at targets. Each glob found a seed pod and slammed into it. Though all three ponies could see what was happening, none seemed capable of actually noticing the seeking nature of the magic.
When one of the globs, finding no seed pods, turned and aimed at Bright Day, at least the target of the magic took notice. Bright stared at the glob of magic rushing at him—with a background of trees reaching branches up to the sky—and clenched.
The turquoise magic split just as it delivered its cargo to Bright. He felt his body surge in power, the plant side anyway, and cried out in pleasured release. His climax rushed through him from behind while the green magic surged from the front. A branch sprouted from Bright's forehead in mimicry of a horn, just as his pleasure met the wave of green.
Moaning without restraint, Bright Day felt his body fill out a little in and around his hips, while within him life bloomed. He could feel the tiny bundle in his womb stir and grow a little faster with the influx, though Bright was too happy to pay attention.
A switch clicked within Starlight Glimmer's head, and for a moment she felt the rush of excitement that making a stallion hers brought. She bucked harder, drove at Bright's body like a possessed stallion, until her shaft flared and she was washed away in pleasure.
Bringing up the rear, literally, Banjo Solo watched as more of those seeking globs of magic rushed out of Starlight's horn. If the rational side of his mind had any hope of stopping, now was not the time. He drove his hips, each thrust causing Starlight to expel more green magic wrapped in turquoise, until he lost himself to his own release.
Panting, groaning, and trying to establish mental clarity after the pleasure rush and chemical imbalance of sex, Banjo, Starlight, and Bright realized they were together in a meadow bracketed by forest.
"Wh-What happened?" Bright Day could feel Starlight inside him still, and her warmth, but was trying to ignore how it felt to take stock of the situation. "And what did you do to me?" His eyes crossed as they turned up to look at the protrusion from his forehead.
Starlight Glimmer had twice as much distraction, and in her aroused state leaned further over Bright and nibbled at the back of his neck and up to one of his ears.
Slipping off Starlight's back, Banjo turned to look back at the town behind them—but couldn't see it. There was tall, imposing forest all around. Starlight's magic, to Banjo's surprise, had found old seeds from before the wasteland had been such, and rekindled their lust for life. "I don't think we expected this, not right off the bat. Are you alright?"
Words still weren't in Starlight's favor. She tried to say she was fine, but all that came out was a belated sigh of delight. She felt empty without Banjo inside her, and wasn't willing to give up her shaft's home within Bright yet.
Bright Day enjoyed sex. He enjoyed it in a way that surpassed just liking it for the physical sensation and delved further into enjoying when others liked having sex with him. His body felt different, stronger, and it was a testament to just how much Starlight Glimmer had enjoyed having sex. But what made Bright Day enjoy sex even further, was when his partner snuggled and played a little after.
As Starlight nibbled at his ears, Bright found himself growing hard again, his body wanting nothing more than to go another round. "That was great. Uh, you changed me like Tight?"
Starlight Glimmer's awareness came back more firmly. Giving just one last nibble to Bright's left ear, she pulled back, off, and out of him. A groan left Starlight's mouth as her shaft was exposed to the air. "Wh-What happened? I was having fun and then magic started…"
"I think we did our job. Starlight, look around." Banjo gestured at the forest surrounding them. "I don't know how you did all of this, but I think we're going to need to do it more to fix this wasteland."
Bright Day could only fixate on one part of Banjo's words. "More?" Excitement permeated the word and caused him to stand a little straighter and fluff his wings. "I'm okay with more. Right now?" Blushing at the shocked looks from Starlight and Banjo, Bright giggled. "Maybe tomorrow?"
Walking over to Bright, Starlight Glimmer kissed him on the cheek. "Sure, we'll just repeat the best sex of our lives a few minutes after with a repeat performance."
All Bright heard, from the mountain of sarcasm, was: best sex. He let out a giggle and kissed Starlight Glimmer back. "Tomorrow, then." He took a few steps and leaned in to nuzzle at Banjo Solo's cheek too. Banjo seemed a little less enthusiastic, but he didn't shy away completely.
Watching as Bright Day trotted off in the direction of Our Town, Banjo turned to Starlight. "I'm still not completely comfortable with stallions…"
Starlight raised an eyebrow. "There's a butt in there."
"But he doesn't strike me that way. I need to work out how I feel about it an' talk to 'im, I guess." Banjo had no trouble walking up to Starlight and kissing her.
I looked down at the map floating in purple magic. "Are you sure we're not over here?" I pointed with a yellow hoof at the area to the left of the cross. "Twilight. I think we're here."
Everypony looked at me in surprise. We stood before a huge forest that seemed to stretch on, when we flew above the treetops, forever. This instead of the magic-blasted wasteland that should have been here was confusing.
"Are you sure you copied this from your map properly, Twilight? I couldn't see all the way to Manehatten, but I did see some farms past the forest," Rainbow Dash said. She was just as concerned about it as I was, I could tell.
Being with my friends filled me with more confidence than normal, which was good when shy was in your name.
"But these mountains," Twilight said, pointing at the mountain range to our left, "are here." Her hoof moved to rest on the map. "So we are here, but instead of a wasteland there's—"
Applejack cleared her throat before cutting in fully. "A huge helpin' of forest. How old was your map, Twilight?"
"It's not as accurate as the cutie map, but they shouldn't have been more than a year or two old. This is meant to be the wastelands that the sirens created before Star Swirl The Bearded sent them to—well—the human world." Twilight scuffed a hoof on the ground. "Maybe somepony worked out how to fix the damage?"
"I could always see if I can ask any animals?" I asked, but my voice was too soft for anypony to notice. That happened a lot more than I wished it would. The worst times were when somepony else came up with the same idea, usually after trying something else first. I let out a little sigh and turned toward the forest.
The huge trees looked old—ancient. I walked to the closest and lifted one hoof up. Tree Hugger was the right pony for this job, not me. Something seemed odd about the tree, and—when I pushed some of the pink mane from my eyes—all of them.
Not a single tree showed the usual signs of age-wear. Thousands of days of rain and thousands more of bright sunshine should have left their mark on every trunk, but didn't. I walked between two of the young-old trees and scuffed my hoof on the leaflitter. "Um, girls?"
They were still arguing about mountains and curves in train tracks. I let out a little sigh, and that did the trick. A pair of cerulean ears turned my way, then drew the rest of their owner's head. I knew how much Rainbow Dash appreciated a good argument, which is why it meant the world to me when she slipped out of them—like now.
"What's up, Fluttershy?" Rainbow Dash asked.
I kicked more of the leaflitter aside to reveal more sandy soil. I pointed at it with my foreleg. "That. Under the leaves it's full of sand, just like a wasteland should be."
"Huh. Great work, Fluttershy." Rainbow Dash's words made me feel amazing—useful.
I fluffed my wings a little and tilted my head up to look into the trees. Rainbow Dash had already turned to get everypony's attention with my news, so I had a few more moments of just enjoying a calm forest before voices intruded.
"What did you find, Fluttershy?" Twilight asked. She, and the rest of our friends, walked up—of course Twilight literally walked onto the bare, sandy soil I'd exposed.
"Um. You're standing on it." I pointed at the ground.
Applejack, single-minded and bullish, pushed up between everypony. "What in the hay? That's not the right kinda dirt for a forest."
Keep calm, I told myself, this is business as usual. I didn't have to like the way it always seemed to happen. "I was trying to tell everypony: this is the wastelands, but something has made all these trees grow here. The trees are old, but not weathered."
"Well, if we are at the right place, then the town should be north of here," Twilight said. Looking down at her map, she seemed to miss seeing that she was facing directly at a tree.
"T-Twilight?" I asked.
"Come on, girls!" Putting her hoof forward, Twilight Sparkle walked right into the tree she hadn't been looking at.
"There's a tree in front of you." I looked at Rainbow Dash, who was looking at me with a grin on her face. I tried not to giggle at our bookish friend.
Pinkie Pie jumped up beside Twilight. "Oh! I get it now. We have to go over the trees. Good thinking, Twilight!" And with that, Pinkie walked up the side of the tree and into the canopy above.
Asking how or why Pinkie Pie does something was a folly I had long-since given up on. Besides, I was in a forest that wasn't the big and scary Everfree. This was a literal walk in the park. Perking up, I started walking forward.
As if the forest wanted to relax me more, a birdsong cut through the tall trees and met my welcoming ears. Hello?, it called, There is so many seeds and nobird else to eat them! It was, given the topic, one of the happiest songs a bird could sing. I picked up my pace.
"Hello!" a voice called. "Welcome to Our Town. Can I help you with anything?"
A stranger. I felt like the forest suddenly closed in around me—no, the whole world. Tilting my head down a little, I hid half of my face behind my mane and turned to look at the stranger. He was a pegasus with a light-brown coat and chocolate-colored mane and tail. His cutie mark was of a sun wearing sunglasses with a big smile. Oddly, though, the sun had green tendrils snaking around it.
What was stranger than all of that, of all the weirdness that could possibly be packed into one pony: he had a horn. Wings plus horn should mean alicorn, but he wasn't a mare, and the horn didn't look like any I'd seen before. The horn looked like a green stem of a plant, tapered down to a point—it even had a few tiny leaves sprouting from it.
"Hello." I said, my voice barely making its way through the lump in my throat. "I—"
"There you are, Fluttershy! We've been trying to catch up for the last half an hour!" Rainbow Dash had just appeared out from behind a tree, hovering beside me. It was then she turned to look at where I was looking and spotted the stallion.
"Hello! My name's Bright Day. Can I help you?" Bright Day asked.
"Uh. Yeah. Hi." Rainbow Dash, I could see, was trying not to stare at the stallion's horn by the clever trick of staring at his horn. She wrenched her eyes away from it and looked at me. "The rest are right behind me. Do you know this guy?"
"N-No. He was just saying hello when you arrived." Keeping my voice low was easy—something I did practically all the time. I spared a look at the stallion again and noticed how happy he looked, and how open.
Because I was looking at him, I caught the widening of his eyes when our friends stepped around the same big tree I had. As if his eyes widening in surprise wasn't enough, Bright Day dropped to one knee.
"Your Highness! Welcome to Our Town!" With his head bowed, Bright Day's horn was even more visible than before.
His reaction actually raised him in my estimation. Too often Twilight went places and nopony would so much as blink at her wings and horn, but here was a stallion bowing to her. The little frown I'd been cultivating since being interrupted by Bright Day was starting to curl back the other way.
"You, uh, you can get up. Please. We just need to know where the town is out here. We have official business there," Twilight said.
Just as Bright Day was standing up, however, Rarity rushed forward. She gasped as she drew up before him, and offered her hoof. "How unusual to meet a prince in the woods. Please, tell me everything!"
Rarity was a mystery to me sometimes. She could switch between being confusingly stuck-up about her opinions and being suave and worldly. I could tell, for example, that right now she was the latter. Rarity was playing up every bit of her skills from selling dresses to tease information from Bright Day.
Then there was Pinkie Pie—the other major source of information. If she was in the right mood, Pinkie Pie would blurt every last thing about a specific event that you had just spent days figuring out, other times she just wanted to eat cupcakes. Which was why her worried look was a little shocking—seeing a worried Pinkie was never a good thing.
Rainbow Dash was now looking at Bright Day as if he were going to turn into King Sombra (and now my anxiety is going up just thinking about "K.S."). Applejack just wore her slightly curious/slightly accusing look she tended to affect any time we were out on friendship business. Twilight looked like somepony had just given her an A- on her report card.
Then there is me. Fluttershy. I was scared of all the little things that a strange pony could do, and all the stranger things that might happen as a result of us following him. But what helped me fight back against all that fear was how friendly he looked. I was, as Pinkie Pie would say, terricurious.
The trees seemed to part into a wide clearing. The town lay in the center, but it wasn't exactly the typical pony town. For a start, several houses had sprouted into huge trees that threatened to cover the town in more shade than even the forest provided, while others seemed to be tangled in vines and runners from everything including tomatoes, pumpkins, and even roses.
Then I froze. I just stared at the ponies wandering around. Nearly every single one was just like Bright Day—with horns and wings—but even the normal-looking ones were odd. The obvious unicorns and earth ponies had two branches growing from their backs that looked to resemble erect wings, meanwhile the pegasi and earth ponies all bore plant-like horns.
Stranger ponies yet wandered in their midst: ones with huge plant tails bobbing behind them, others with wings that looked fit for a pony twice their size, and one particular pony that looked to have a bit of everything. A stallion, he was a pegasus with huge wings, a tail and horn that resembled the plants Discord's plunderseeds grew into.
He seemed to notice us, spread his wings, and shot into the air like a missile. Swooping down again, he landed just before us as a unicorn—unicorn with sheaves of wheat for wings—left the crowd and trotted over to us.
Rarity and Bright Day had stopped, and we reached them just as the unicorn and pegasus did. Bright, to everypony's shock, pranced up to the two and kissed the unicorn mare, then the pegasus stallion with equal vigor.
The stallion had a light pink coat with bright green wings with a mane and tail that matched the blue-green of his strange tail. The mare looked pregnant with a cerise coat and magenta mane/tail. They were, when they drew up beside each other, clearly a couple, but the kiss Bright Day gave each confused me there.
"Welcome to Our Town!" both new ponies exclaimed together.
"My name's Tight Squeeze, and this lovely mare beside me is Sugar Belle. You've already met Bright Day?" Tight Squeeze asked, introducing us.
Rarity looked stricken. I watched her forelegs wobble a little, and could share her desire to suddenly bow. Everypony here looked like an alicorn. Just as suddenly as her sewing machine strikes, Rarity seemed to take control of herself. She stopped wobbling, she stood tall, and offered her foreleg to the strange ponies. "Rarity." She then started to point around our group, naming us. "Applejack. Rainbow Dash. Fluttershy. Pinkie Pie." Her hoof finally gestured to Twilight. "And I present, Princess of Friendship, Twilight Sparkle of Ponyville."
"A princess!" Tight Squeeze looked shocked, but then he looked at Sugar Belle knowingly. If I didn't know any better I would have said they were talking, but they weren't.
Sugar Belle rolled her eyes at Tight Squeeze, then faced us fully. She looked directly to Twilight and spared a simple nod of her head in greeting. "You'll excuse my husband, he is a little excitable. Welcome to Our Town—please don't come in."
"Well, there mustn't be a friendship problem here, then." Rainbow Dash looked so relieved until she noticed Twilight's confused expression. "What?"
I liked Rainbow's idea. From what we could see everypony looked super happy and content—happy and content plant-alicorns that is—and there certainly didn't seem to be any friendship problems.
"We have to, Rainbow Dash. We were sent here by the map for a reason." Twilight's eyes sparkled in the same way they did when she said the word science. "If nothing else, I really want to know what's going on with the plant stuff."
My attention turned to Sugar Belle and Tight Squeeze. They looked at each other with a hint of worry on their faces, and I was sure now that they were talking somehow. I wasn't always able to hear animals talking, but as far back as I could remember I knew they were talking.
Rarity was closest to me, so I leaned over to her. "I think they can talk without actually talking. Look at the way they react to each other." I kept my voice low enough that I hoped Sugar Belle, Tight Squeeze, and Bright Day didn't hear me.
"Do you mean to say this,"—Rarity barely nodded toward the plant-ponies—"is not all show?"
I nodded to Rarity, not trusting my voice not to blurt out loudly—or at least as loudly as I usually got.
"Ahem!" Getting attention was literally what Rarity was all about. Her clothing she made, her shops, even her personal primping was all to give her an edge—an edge she exploited at her every opportunity. "Would you have somewhere we can stay outside the town, then?"
Bright Day in particular responded to Rarity's eyelash batting. I noticed he was reacting to her in the way most stallions reacted to any pretty mare. "Uh, sure! We'll get something built for you before nightfall!" Bright's eyes were practically locked onto Rarity.
Sugar Belle and Tight Squeeze both looked at Bright Day with surprise, but nodded.
"I know. We'll get Starlight to come and grow a house for them. She's been dying to try that new spell!" Bright Day turned around, but rather than waling to the town he just seemed to stare at it.
"You are such a darling!" Rarity practically pranced forward, looking like she was playing her role for all she was worth—which she probably was.
With each step Rarity took, Tight Squeeze backed up. "Please! Don't come any closer!"
"We'll build you a house to stay in, but you can't come near anypony that has a tail like Tight's." Sugar Belle pointed to the swaying tail behind Tight Squeeze.
"Girls, back off and let them be." Applejack, surprisingly, stepped in front of Rarity and looked back at us all. While she did that, I could see Bright Day's eyes widen—of course he had the best angle to see Applejack from.
I think everypony but me glared at Applejack. Well, me and the plant-ponies. Bright Day was staring at Applejack's back end like he'd seen Princess Celestia raise the sun, while Sugar Belle and Tight Squeeze looked relieved.
"How'd we like it if strange ponies wanted to bustle into Twilight's castle and take a poke around at everythin'?" Applejack's logic was sound except for one thing: Twilight looked like she would love to have visitors. "Sugarcube, they wants some privacy, let's leave them be and talk when we're more rested."
I backed up a little and slid behind Rainbow Dash as another pony trotted up from the town. She had a thick, slightly curled mane consisting of two tones of purple and another of a light blue-green. Her coat was somewhere between purple and pink. She had a regular unicorn horn, but on her back was what looked like a pair of oddly shaped trees. Cherry blossoms were in bloom, and crowded out the feather-shaped leaves of the wing-shaped trees.
She slowed when she saw us, and I could see her mouth move a little while she looked directly at Sugar Belle. Some of them were clearly not as used to covertly talking (however it was they were doing it). She blinked rapidly, her mouth not moving, then a smile spread across her face, and she approached. "Somepony needs a house grown?"
"This is Starlight Glimmer. She's one of our top gardeners." Tight Squeeze looked really proud of something. "Starlight, this is Princess Twilight Sparkle and her friends. They're kinda the first visitors we've gotten, but it's a good idea to have something out here."
Starlight bowed to Twilight, which surprised me a little (not many ponies actually bowed to a Twilight, even if they did recognize her as a princess). "Welcome to Our Town, Princess. If you give me a moment, I can make you a dwelling. Do you all require your own rooms?"
"No. A common room for all of us would be fine." Twilight was quick to jump in and answer, I saw Rainbow Dash and Rarity both look like they wanted to argue, but a glance from Applejack quelled them.
"Well, I'll make it with extra rooms anyway. If we're going to have another house, it might as well be a house." Starlight turned and seemed to look around the edge of the clearing. "Okay. I hope I get this right this time."
We took a few steps back—as you do when a unicorn utters those words—and huddled together a little.
"Why don't we all get separate rooms?" Rainbow Dash asked.
"Yes. It would have been splendid." Rarity looked personally affronted.
Applejack rolled her eyes. "Because every time we done got separated in this kinda situation, everythin' goes t' horse-apples. Right, Twi?"
"Y-Yes…" Twilight kicked her hoof on the ground a few times. "And because Spike keeps saying that about his Ogres and Ooblettes game. 'Never split the party!'" She kept her voice low enough that none of the plant-ponies could hear. "Besides, if we need to do anything they said they were making extra rooms."
Looking thoughtful, Rainbow Dash narrowed her eyes a little. "I wonder why Daring Do never says that?"
Twilight was about to reply, but what happened stole our attention.
A green glow poured like a torrent from Starlight Glimmer's horn. It reflected off the grass and ponies present more than even the fight between Queen Chrysalis had. Where it touched the ground suddenly burst with plant life.
Small saplings grew, twisted branches together, and kept growing. Every plant that the green magic touched suddenly leapt upward and started twisting parts of itself to its neighbors. The saplings—now trees in their own right—soared upward to the canopy. Lower branches bent over and created a roof for what was obviously a building.
In seconds, Starlight Glimmer had created a house from living trees that rivaled my own. I wasn't jealous, I was surprised. My house had taken years of work to guide into its shape, and special—magical—fertilizer to make it grow.
Starlight Glimmer turned around and smiled at us, and spared another bow for Twilight. "That should do the trick. If you notice it growing in odd ways, just come and get me." She turned toward the village itself and started trotting back toward it.
"Wait, don't come and get Starlight. If you have a problem, uh…" Sugar Belle looked stricken. She glanced at Bright Day and another of those communication moments happened. "Bright will stay with you, in one of the spare rooms. You can just ask him to get Starlight for you."
Bright Day was looking at Rarity again, and getting quite inviting looks back from my friend. I knew what Rarity was doing, but was she planning more than usual?
"We'll get settled, then. I guess we'll see you tomorrow?" Twilight started walking toward the tree house, and I could see that she was absolutely focused on it. She probably didn't even hear Sugar Belle and Tight Squeeze agree to her question.
It was easy to fall in behind Twilight Sparkle. Not only was she a good friend, but she was now a princess too. Following princesses was the thing all good ponies did. Following friends was what I did when I wasn't sure of myself.
The doors of the house were odd. They were no longer living wood, and seemed to have been snapped off by the trees themselves. We filed inside and found a very nice house. The floor was actually alive—I could feel the bark and wood under it with each step. There was no stove, but in one corner a pile of stones pushed up to make a fire pit that even had a wooden chimney above it. A hallway led to what looked life four rooms, each with their own doors.
"Please choose your rooms. I'll take whatever is left." Bright Day seemed to be completely nonplussed at the situation—he also hadn't lost his "excitement" either. Unlike the high society ponies, I didn't have any problem with males like that. I guess it helped that I was terrified of them no matter what. To me, a pony was just an animal that had a lot of extra complications added onto it.
"We'll take the first on the left," Twilight said. She made a fake yawn (I could tell it was fake because when Twilight Sparkle was actually tired, she would usually collapse) and headed down the hall toward one of the rooms.
For a few heartbeats I was stricken. Twilight had walked off without giving me a good enough excuse to move with her. I turned my head as I heard another fakeish yawn.
"I might call it too." Applejack bumped Rainbow Dash on the shoulder and pointed toward the room Twilight was walking into. She walked off alone, too.
Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, and Applejack all left the same way. In the room was Rarity, Bright Day, and me.
"I don't like big crowds. Sorry if I got a little high-strung around your friends. I can't believe a real princess is in Our Town!" Bright Day actually looked relieved—but still "eager."
"Darling. Why don't we make things more cozy still? You could show me what these rooms are like." Rarity was all movement. Her mane and tail bobbed with a perfect bounce, her legs moved like a prance in slow motion, and she managed to make sure her flank was always facing Bright Day.
The two filed off down the hall and slipped into a different room.
The room was suddenly peaceful, relaxing. I let out a breath I didn't know I'd been holding and slouched just a little. "This is really amazing, and weird, but mostly amazing. How did she make a tree grow like that?" I approached a wall and lifted my hoof to rub it gently.
Living timber, solid and healthy, slid under my frog. There were no cut marks, no angles that didn't—somehow—look natural. It was beautiful work. It was harmonious. I don't know why I walked over to the door, but I had an urge to inspect more of the tree. Opening the door, I stepped outside.
It had grown darker while we'd been inside—not a lot, but it was noticeable. Night was coming to Equestria, and— Right at that moment Princess Celestia lowered her sun, and Princess Luna raised her moon.
I ignored the darkness. Darkness wasn't scary to me, not in wooded areas. I knew all the bad things that could happen to a pony in a forest—being able to see them didn't make me less scared of them.
The bark on the outside walls of the house was thick. I pressed my hoof against it and couldn't feel any give at all. "You're a really strong tree, aren't you?" I walked around the house, studying how windows and walls went together (seamlessly). The windows didn't have any glass in them, and were just shutters over empty holes.
As I got to the far end of the house (from the front door) I saw the light of Our Town, and something else. Outside town, just a little ways and near the edge of the clearing, there was more light.
My hooves moved before I realized it. I took a step. Then another. I was walking toward that strange in-the-middle-of-nowhere light. Some sound I couldn't hear called to me, some path my hooves didn't feel opened before me, and pretty soon I was standing at a strange cave.
The light had grown dimmer the closer I got, and now I was at the cave mouth I couldn't notice any light at all. Then there was a flicker inside.
Inside the cave.
Caves had bats, timber wolves, bears, or even an ursa major typically. Of course just the thought of a big, gentle bear curled up in the cave brought a smile to my whole face. I took a step into the cave, and then another. "Hello? Mr. Bear? Or is it Mrs. Bear? I don't want to intrude, but you might have left a light on."
As I walked inside the dark cave, I felt something brush my hoof.
"Aww. It's just a little vine and—" I cut my words off sharply as a little light from the cave entrance illuminated the familiar black and turquoise vine. But it didn't move to rapidly grab and ensnare me. "Not feeling yourself?"
I leaned down and prodded the strangely dormant vine with my nose—still it didn't move. "I wish I knew what was going on here. Ponies that seem to be part plant, plunder vines that seem unusually unresponsive, and a cave that had chairs in it."
The last fact made me blink in confusion. There was what seemed to be a picnic table and chairs a little deeper in. All around them were vines, but I spotted something more useful still—a magic lamp.
Trusting the vines to leave me alone, I carefully walked over to the table and chairs and reared up to reach for the lamp (it was hanging above the table from a rope). Flying in the dark was never a good idea, so I stretched as far as I could and, at full extension, felt the lamp under my hoof.
The magic panel tingled under my hoof and a dull yellow light slowly grew from the lamp. "There. That should help me… see…" My eyes widened as I looked around the cave.
Huge tendrils of plunder vine filled the cave from floor to ceiling. Unlike the little one I'd touched, these were all active—moving. I tried to scream when the world went dark. My shout trapped inside one of the big pod-hands that had grabbed my head.
"C-C-Can't we talk nicely about this?" I asked, and tried to walk backwards.
A sweet smell filled my nose. Rich and perfumed, the scent tickled inside nostrils and then, as I inhaled more, inside my head. I stopped walking backwards, content to stop and find out what the over-excited plant wanted next.
I took deep breaths, slowly drawing more of that fuzzy feeling into myself. The tingling spread from my head back. My wings drooped at my sides, and my forelegs grew a little wobbly. I gave myself a little shake as the tingling reached my wings.
A tug at the bulb my head was inside inspired me to stumble forward a few steps. Another tug turned into a gentle, constant pulling. "You theem nith." I giggled at how silly my words sounded inside the grip of the pod-thing.
My legs felt like jello, but I managed to take the few steps needed to follow the tugging vines. "Three Huther thould be there." Giggles came again—my words were so silly.
The tugging stopped, at last, and it seemed as good a time as any to just fold down. I bent my left foreleg, and like a cascade my right folded too and my barrel fell into the soft plants under me. I laughed at myself, unable to stop the wonderful feelings.
The tingling had spread further, traveling down my body to my back legs, tail, and under my tail. "Oh…" My back legs were holding steady—steadier than my forelegs had been—which held my rump high in the air. Remembering more silly things, I ran Twilight and Cadance's little song through my head.
Sunshine. Sunshine. Ladybugs awake. Clap my hooves and do a little sha— My thoughts cut short at the feel of something poking around my waving plot. Shake, shake, shake. The touch of whatever it was followed my rear as I waved it around. It could have seemed strange, and something inside me told me it should feel strange, but I was laughing too much to realize the tendril was getting closer until it nudged between my labia.
My laughing stopped, replaced with a moan that took in a deep breath of the nice air. It had been a little too long since I'd been with a stallion, and it made me want whatever that tendril was offering more than I should have. Rocking my hips backward forced the tip a little deeper into me, and I shoved all the air out of my lungs.
The dark interior of the thing around my head was no longer a problem—my eyes were closed tight. When the tendril started to push forward, into me, I made more hungry noises. Plot in the air, I could remember how Cheese had felt atop me. He'd been a wonderful lover, if a little excitable, but the thing that made him shine was the size of his—
I squealed loudly as the tendril plunged deep. Images and memories of Cheese Sandwich filled my head. I vowed right then and there that this plant was now my favorite plant—even better than the silly-herb Zecora sometimes gave me.
The pent-up need of nearly a year without a regular lover expressed itself in the way my body moved. I rocked into the plant every time I felt it try to push in. Words were completely impossible, and every time I opened my mouth a little a deep moan met my ears.
A new tendril, something more forceful, pressed at my tail-hole. I'd never let a stallion go there before, but it was suddenly the best idea ever, and when I felt my sphincter squeezed into I only moaned louder.
Pressure was building inside me. Something was pushing in, pushing too against my belly from the inside. I didn't care—it felt too good to think about. Cheese, and Mac, and even Pinkie Pie (when she first got that naughty toy) were all servicing me in my head. Each of my lovers took their time and had their turn. I praised them with every breath I could.
Something reminded me I was with a plant, and not in my remembered trysts. I didn't care. If a plant could make me feel this good, how could it possibly be bad? I couldn't muster the energy to rock myself against the plant anymore. I had to be content with what the plant was doing. Contentment was my new middle name.
I'd never giggled and moaned before, even with Cheese or Pinkie, but I did now.
Something big was forced further into me. It wasn't the tendrils, but something inside them. The shape bulged around my vulva before working deeper. Breathing as deeply as I could under the circumstances, I waited for the big finale.
The passion building inside me ran white-hot. I arched my spine and squealed into the thing around my head as a mind-rattling orgasm took away all the fatigue and listlessness the plant was—was drugging me with. But even as the thought arrived it left again. I didn't care if it had drugged me, screwed me, and was now burying something inside me.
The full peak hit me and all thought ceased. The hot rush of pleasure scrubbed my mind clear of anything but the need to vocalize how happy I was with my lover. I trembled as if magic thrummed through me, and I felt my back legs finally give way and my body flop to the soft ground.
Time didn't seem to matter anymore. I was flush with excitement, but the plant wasn't done. Something was pumping into me—not like a penis pumps, like a liquid does. My belly felt bloated, then my rear too. Pressure built inside me more and more until I rolled to my side and spread my back legs a little.
Something new touched me, and touched me in a strange place. There was something excessively sensitive at my belly. The plant had done something to me—added something to me—and it felt great! I moaned again, unable to put up any defense against the thing that clamped around new flesh.
Instinct took hold, instinct I shouldn't have, and I bucked my hips like a stallion. Far from winding down after the orgasm, I felt myself working toward a new height as my hips just wouldn't stop thrusting.
Memories of Pinkie Pie pushed their way to the surface, only I was her—with that big thing hanging under me—and she had her plot in the air. When we'd had that fun, I hadn't been able to work up the nerve to try using the toy, but now I didn't need to.
I rolled back to my belly, grunted at the touch of the thing at my belly against the ground, and started humping properly. My wings started flapping in excitement, and I drove my belly into the ground again and again. Nothing would stop me, not even me.
A new peak—a new rush. I trembled in bliss as all the nerves in my body seemed to focus at my groin at the same time. A tight clenching feeling threatened to squeeze all the energy from me.
And then it did.
My whole body tensed as Pinkie Pie's vagina massaged my toy. I squealed and grunted in pure bliss as a new kind of orgasm reduced me from a thinking pony to a rutting beast. My hips worked on their own driving my belly down and forward.
Lightning struck through me repeatedly as I pushed myself forward. Then—like a switch—I became a weak, limp noodle. The power was off and Fluttershy was trying to pick up the pieces. What it was doing to me seemed amazing. And then it started again.
Pressure in my rear and vagina made me mewl into the thing clutching around my head, and when whatever was under my belly started being squeezed again, I groaned. But, my hips moved, my plot rocked, and I was very happy.
Light woke me up. I was curled in a little ball against the cool air of morning, and I felt good. The glory of waking up after a night of amazing sex was its own reward. It was hard to focus though, so I opened my eyes to look for the stallion who'd kept me company in the cave.
All around me I could see black, turquoise, and green. The plant—the plunder vine—seemed to have parts of it that had turned a more natural plant color. I reached out a shaking hoof and touched the vine. It moved.
My memories were a jumble. Pinkie Pie, Cheese Sandwich, McIntosh Apple, and even Soarin had been in the cave with me, and we had—
I opened my eyes wide, stared ahead sightlessly. Those stallions (and Pinkie Pie) hadn't been with me. I'd been here, in the cave, with the plant, alone. A shudder ran through me and I arched my spine like a cat.
Pressure, deep and great, was still inside me. I turned around and lifted my wing to look at my rear—two plant tendrils were still connected to my plot.
"Oh. No, no, no." I tried to get my hooves under me, to rise, but like a newborn foal nothing seemed to want to work together. Bracing all four legs and shoving a little at a time eventually got me to shaking legs. Then the plant squeezed.
All four of my knees locked at once. Instinct kicked me into gear, and I started to rock my hips. I started to buck.
I shouldn't have had the energy to even lift my eyelids, but some previously unknown reservoir of strength rushed through me. I was on fire with need and desire, and it felt great.
Not given much option but to ride things to the end, I felt the body-flushing flush of my female parts and the sharp clench of the—of the new bits at the same time.
I woke up again, groggy. Feeling empty, I shoved myself to my hooves and ruffled my wings. I could remember everything this time. "Why did you do that to me?" I asked, my throat dry and sore from all the yelling.
Lots of yelling. More yelling than I'd done in my whole life.
Then I noticed something red from the corner of my eye. I turned and spotted the juiciest looking tomatoes I'd ever seen. The dryness of my mouth became a gut-clenching need for wetness. Opening my mouth, I led with the little fangs my time as a bat pony had given me.
The soft flesh of the fruit yielded to my teeth, spilling a cascade of flavor into my mouth. Happy sounds bubbled up in my throat as I chewed and gulped down the tomato. I'd barely left so much as a stalk when I spotted another and dove toward it.
I remembered the time when I'd become a vampire-fruit-bat-pony, when I'd wanted nothing so much as another apple to eat—this was like that. I lost count of how many I devoured, but my full focus came back with a rush when my body decided it had recovered enough through the food.
Shaking my head, my usual view of the world reasserted itself. I was in a cave where a plant had—had done all sorts of naughty (fun) things. It had fed me, and now I needed to go to my friends and tell them…
I couldn't tell them what'd happened!
"You were out in the woods all night, Fluttershy, because you thought you heard something and followed." It wasn't even an entire lie. The light spilling into the cave from outside beckoned, and so I fluffed my wings and trotted out into the early morning sunshine.
One problem that wasn't going away was hanging from my belly. I was out in the forest—among the trees—for barely a moment before I felt my need grow steadily higher. But I was alone in a quiet forest, who would even notice if I took care of things?
It wouldn't do to roll on my back and mess up my mane (to say nothing of my belly fur), so I scouted around for a deadfall. Being a newly grown forest meant that it was hard to find one, but I eventually found where a small tree had fallen sideways and braced against another tree's trunk. Soon, I told my body as I trotted up to the fallen tree.
I could barely restrain myself from jumping up—so I didn't. My forehooves landed on the log and curled over it. Earth pony stallions had ever been at a disadvantage. Unicorns had their magic, and pegasi had their wings, but when all you had was hooves you needed a friend. Extending my wings I reached down and under my belly.
Just touching my—my penis with my wings made me grunt a harsh breath. Then I wrapped my longest feathers around my shaft, cooing sounds coming from my throat almost constantly. "S-S-So this is what it feels like to… Oh ponyfeathers!" My voice wasn't loud, but when my wings started stroking of their own will, I shed any attempt at stealth.
Rocking my hips in counter-time to my wings, I felt my faculties giving way to lust. I stroked and pumped, my tongue hanging out of the corner of my mouth, until I felt that last stampede toward climax start. It began with a tickling sensation at the base of my length, and all the muscles in my back-end wanted to clench tight to assist in bucking. It was simply a case of surrendering to that need.
Arching my spine, I curved my tail up in a high arc and looked up at the tree canopy. "Yyyyyay!" The pressure that had built inside me exploded out. My body shoved in huge, lunging shoves, and my wings stroked a few more times before hanging at my side—limp.
Slumped on the log, I felt like all the stallions I'd been with after they'd had their fun (except Pinkie Pie, of course, hers was a just a toy). I was pooped.
"Fluttershy?!" Rainbow Dash's voice had that quality of something getting closer—fast.
Marshaling my strength, I straightened up and kicked as much dirt over the mess I'd made under the log as I could. My legs felt like jelly, and I knew my wings were drooping a little, but it was the best I could do. "Rainbow?"
"Fluttershy!" A streak of rainbow-colored light rushed through the trees and slammed into me. Any other pony and I would have freaked out, tried to hide or run away—but not Rainbow Dash.
I wrapped my forelegs around her, even though my limbs felt like jello, and hugged her. Without a word I snuggled myself against my friend's body, inhaling her scent and admiring it like a feast laid out before me.
Realizing where those thoughts of Rainbow Dash would take me, I quickly shifted focus and thought about Twilight's last lecture on magic. Numbers filled my head—wonderful unsexy numbers. "What's the matter?" I asked.
"What do you mean, 'What's the matter?' You weren't there when everypony woke up—everypony except Rarity, I'll explain in a bit—and I panicked. Did those crazy plant ponies do anything to you?" Rainbow Dash pulled out of the hug and started inspecting me.
I'd had about enough of her investigation before she even started it. "Rainbow Dash!" I said with a sharp tone. "Just what do you think you're doing? I wanted to help everypony get to the bottom of things, and went for a walk in the woods to ask the animals what had happened."
"Oh." Slowly pulling her wings back, Rainbow Dash actually looked embarrassed. It stung that I didn't tell her the truth, but even just the thought of telling her what had actually happened triggered my anxiety in a new and terrible way.
"W-W-What's Twilight doing?" I asked.
"She's been talking to that pegasus and unicorn from yesterday. Apparently they're some new kind of pony or something." Rainbow just shrugged. "We should probably go back and find out what happened."
"O-Okay." I began trotting back, unerringly, toward the house the unicorn had built for us the previous day. Rainbow Dash flew at my side, and the whole trip I had to make sure not to focus on the fact that a pretty mare that felt nice was flying beside me.
When we reached the house, Twilight, Rarity (sporting a big smile), Pinkie Pie, and Applejack were waiting. Standing with them was Sugar Belle, Tight Squeeze, and Bright Day. As we got closer, I felt a burning need grow within me, and despite having just spent myself I could feel the blood pumping to ready my shaft again.
NO! I was a student of Iron Will (even if he turned out to not know what he was doing), and I'd mastered my will as a vampony, too. A penis was no competition. Ignoring my senses (particularly my sense of smell, which told me there was mares all around me), I took my place with my group of friends.
"She was out talking with animals," Rainbow Dash said. "Did you guys get things sorted?"
"Talking to animals?" Sugar Belle looked right at me, curiosity in her expression. "That's an impressive talent. Most of the animals we used to get around here was cactus coyote, but with our efforts to rebuild the wasteland they have left us be."
I'd heard of the coyotes that were related distantly to timber wolves. Both terrified me, not that I hadn't helped my fair share of timber wolves, but I'd always had to have a stern talking to them about ponies not being food—very stern. "I d-don't think I'd like to meet one of those. Or rather, I don't think I'd like one of those to meet me. If I could talk to them first, I might be able to calm them down enough to be civil."
Sugar Belle looked intrigued. "That'd be interesting, but we have our friends to keep us safe from any coyotes. We just got done explaining to Princess Twilight Sparkle that we had a little—incident. You see, this strange plant did something to us all. It doesn't seem to be doing anything more, however, and we're trying to keep everypony safe from it by having them stay well away from Our Town."
"A plant? So your wings and horns and…" I realized I was treading ground Twilight and the others had likely already walked. "S-Sorry."
"It's quite alright. We are in the process of setting up some big gates at the cave where the plant is. We don't want ponies to just wander in there. They'd have to stay in Our Town then—to protect everypony else, of course," Tight Squeeze said. "Was there anything else we could do for you, Princess?"
I trembled a little. Stay in Our Town? No. My friends wouldn't do that to me—would they? I looked at Rainbow Dash, then around the group of my best friends. Pinkie Pie wouldn't. Applejack might, if she thought I was a danger. Rarity would, for the same reason as Applejack. Rainbow Dash would never make me do something I didn't want to. And, Twilight… Twilight was the one that mattered. She's a princess, and has princess powers and responsibilities.
A deep breath, then another, and a third finally calmed me down—somewhat. This was the same as my fangs. If Applejack knew I still looked at her apples like they were the only thing I could eat, and that I still had the fangs to suck all the juice from an apple in a single slurp, she'd probably be upset. Having a penis wasn't any different.
Then there was all my animals! If I had to stay here, I'd have to move as many as I could, find ponies to help the rest and— No. I won't move. I can't! Determination settled upon my shoulders not like a load, but like a friend I needed to carry. I wouldn't let anypony down.
I suddenly realized Twilight was saying goodbye to the strange plant ponies, and hurriedly moved a little closer to my friends. The smell of mare was all around me, and it took steely focus to keep it from showing physically. I waved goodbye and turned along with my friends.
"You looked a little out of it, Fluttershy. What did the animals tell you?" Twilight Sparkle asked.
"I couldn't find any. Not one. The forest is silent save for insects—and they don't know much about anything except for the path to the next flower." I wrestled with my conscience as to how much to tell my friends. "I found their cave." Applejack should be proud of me.
Rainbow Dash, as usual, was first to jump in. "Really? You didn't say anything about that before."
"I didn't want to cause a panic. It was dark inside, I didn't want to stay there," I said, lying by omission was the only way to get past Applejack's usually-accurate lie detector. She didn't even glance at me twice.
"Probably a good idea leaving it alone, then," Rainbow Dash said. "Hey, Fluttershy. Want to fly above the trees with me?"
Old codes done slightly different. Hey, Fluttershy. Want to fly above the clouds with me? was Rainbow Dash for "Let's talk alone." I nodded to her, and spread my wings. Flying was normally a little overwhelming for me. I lifted my wings to fly straight up—after Rainbow Dash—but remembered that there was a little more underneath me than there used to be. Correcting quickly, I flew forward with quick pumps of my wings, then arced upward when I was ahead of everypony.
Dodging branches, I soon found the canopy and—like with breaking through a cloud—had to shove my way through.
I was half successful.
Trapped with branches around my middle, a single hoof grabbed one of my forehooves. I looked up into Rainbow Dash's face. "Thank you." She pulled, I squirmed, and together we got me above the trees. I looked at Rainbow Dash, lazily flapping my wings to keep aloft. "So what's the matter?"
"That's an awfully big penis for a mare."
I locked up, and if Rainbow Dash hadn't caught me, I'd be tumbling back through the trees toward the ground. I squealed in shock, but after a few moments remembered I had to flap my wings to fly.
"Let's go up to a cloud. It'll be safer." She waited for me to be flapping properly before she let go.
With trepidation in my heart, I pumped my wings to reach the cloud I could see Rainbow Dash heading for. I wasn't a bad flier, but I wasn't a Wonderbolt Reserve, either. Winging upward, I eventually made it to the cloud and quickly lay down to keep prying eyes from seeing anything.
"So?" Rainbow Dash looked at me, held my eyes for nearly thirty whole seconds before she broke. "Come on! I've known you since we were both fillies. Fillies with a capital fi! You didn't have that a week ago when you came to visit to check up on Tank, so spill."
"In the cave a strange plant—" I choked off with a squeak.
"You can tell me. Remember when I told you about my hooves? When I confessed I didn't think I'd be able to get into the Wonderbolts?" Rainbow Dash asked. "It's like that. You never told a single pony about those things. I won't tell anypony either."
"Promise?" I asked.
"Promise. None of the cupcake stuff, either. This is a promise between two mares who have always known each other—looked out for each other. So. How'd you get a dong?"
She'd know I was going to talk. I closed my eyes and slowed my breathing, shoving my anxiety aside so I could have a good attack later—at home. "I went to the cave to see what was inside. There's a plant in there. It—It's really friendly, extra friendly.
"It did something to me, put things in me. That was one of them," I said. Rolling to my side, I lifted my back leg. "It's not too horrible, is it?"
"Huh?" Rainbow Dash asked, clearly distracted. "What? No! It looks— Fluttershy, you know I'm not normally into mares, or stallions, but you—right now—are hot."
My eyes flew wide open. I'd never heard Rainbow Dash talk about anypony with that tone of voice but herself. "Really?" I asked.
"Absolutely. Keep your legs tucked up, like stallions fly, and nopony will notice it. Trust me," Rainbow Dash said, and leaned forward to kiss my cheek. "And I won't tell anypony, don't worry."
