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."

"And if he carries ours?"

The only answer Sugar gave Tight was a firm kiss.

Author's Notes:

Sugar Belle: do you never feel, well, NOT aroused anymore? It seems like you’re always tearing and ready to go.

"Well, with Tight here you have to understand I am living with the sexiest stallion in Equestria. Is it any wonder my cart doesn't need much pulling to get it rolling?" Sugar Belle winked.

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