"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."

"I count on it."

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