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.

Author's Notes:

Party: we know a bit about your wife but what about you? where did you come from and how did you choose your current career?

"I trained as an entertainer in Canterlot for ten years, then apprenticed out for another seven as a village idiot." Party Favor tapped his chin with a hoof. "Or maybe I saw a great party planner in Canterlot once, and I couldn't help but want to make everypony as happy as he did. I made some balloon animals, and then my cutie mark appeared."

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