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.

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.

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