"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.

Author's Notes:

So I do this "Ask x" thing, x can be any pony within the story. You can ask them anything and I they will definitely hopefully reply. Keep the questions appropriate to the age-rating of the stories and of course, I they will answer the best question(s) in the author notes of the next chapter. The more votes a comment has the more likely I will get it to the right pony to answer, try and keep it to one answer per post! I They will pick one question per chapter.

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