Having just helped Fresh Baked in the kitchen, Tight Squeeze was busying himself cleaning up. His wife had learned cooking from Fresh, and the older mare was almost as easy to work with as Sugar Belle—of course without Sugar Belle controlling his tail directly, things had been a little slower.

Not for the first time Tight Squeeze was aware of his belly and how it had started to swell. His initial reluctance to embrace his mare-side was now barely a joke for him. The glow of motherhood, he had found out, could make everything simply amazing. Some moments hadn't been so wonderful, but Tight had an amazing wife—by his expert opinion—to be at his side.

A flash of green, from the corner of his eye, drew Tight's attention away from the bread-pans he was scrubbing, and he looked out the back window. Another flash of green, of magic falling down like a huge raindrop, was accompanied by the sight of a group of rose bushes suddenly turning into rose trees.

Tight Squeeze smiled. "Just another day living in Our Town. I guess I better find out what is going on." He opened the back door and, sidling around the rose trees, looked around town. Several houses had suddenly sprouted as trees, the old wood of the frame finding a new lease on life. Gardens were growing out of control. The oddest thing, however, was the sight of Fresh Baked, looking a lot younger than the spindly old mare she had been, galloping down main-street.

The truly strange thing was the horn projecting from her forehead.

"Okay, this might be a more-strange-than-usual day by Our Town standards." Stepping out from under the eaves of his house, Tight Squeeze ruffled his wings a little and started walking toward the front of his house.

Each of the homes had a little room between them and their neighbors, and being a bakery (where there were often early morning noises, and excess heat) meant that Sugar Belle and Tight Squeeze's home had a larger gap than normal. It had afforded him the earlier sight of Fresh Baked running up the street, and now it let Tight see that other ponies were poking their heads out of their homes.

The patches of green grass were spreading and merging together. By the time Tight Squeeze made it onto the road, it was a soft, green path. "Does anypony know where the magic came from?!" He looked around at a lot of shrugging ponies before he spotted Patched Scrape trotting toward him. "Hey, Doc, do you have—"

Patched Scrape met with Tight Squeeze in the middle of the street, and she cut in before he could finish. "We need to get everypony under cover. I don't know what did all this, but we should be careful. We don't know if it might—" Of course, as things would go, she was interrupted too by a blast of green magic shooting into the sky from behind Banjo Solo's house.

His eyes widening, Tight Squeeze opened his mouth and raised his voice as far as he could. "Everypony get inside!" Shouting, and the preparation for such, had cost Tight Squeeze time that Patched had used to start running. He stared in shock at the fountain of power, and only when he saw the first huge glob of green power hit the ground did he take off at a gallop.

Pegasi were naturally fast and evasive. Tight Squeeze partly spread his wings and used well-timed flaps from one side, the other, or both to avoid the huge globs of green magic. It seemed like the grass was growing literally in his hoofsteps, and although he wanted to get out of the rain as quick as he could, Tight had to slow down to better dodge incoming magic.

Watching Tight's brush with florafication magic, Patched Scrape yelled her encouragement from the shelter of her own front doorstep. Then she saw the inevitable happening: Tight Squeeze dodged left around one huge ball of magic, left around a smaller one, and then dove under a third, but it was that third one that was his undoing.

Trying in vain to stop the magic, Patched made the best shield spell she was capable of, and the huge drop of pure power popped through it like a hammer hitting a window pane.

Ducking and weaving for all he was worth—proving his name well-earned—Tight Squeeze would have dodged all the magic rain if he were any other pegasus in Equestria (with the possible exception of Night Glider). The ball of magic missed his rump by a hoof-width, but his swinging tail smacked into the side of it.

A shudder ran through Tight Squeeze, and he froze in place. Staring blindly ahead, he felt the magic rush up his plant-based tail and surge into him. It didn't hurt at all, in fact he felt a hundred times better than normal. His wings seemed to stretch just a little larger, and he could only smile at the warmth that rushed into every muscle.

Patched stared in shock as odd, blue flowers bloomed in Tight Squeeze's mane, and then a long, black tendril pushed free of his forehead. Resembling the somewhat prickly plant's own tendrils, the faux horn, combined with his proud, wing-spread stance, made Tight Squeeze look almost royal. His majesty knew no bounds, until another glob of green magic slammed into his shoulder.

Hit again and again by drops of magic, Tight Squeeze felt his body practically singing with it. But it was odd at the same time. He was aroused, heavily so, but there was only one focus for that arousal, and she was delivering cupcakes to Milk Drop's store. Folding his wings up, he trotted toward Patched Scrape.

Watching Tight approach, Patched backed into her home and made room for him. "What does it feel like? Can you feel it doing anything? Do you feel any mental changes?" Her mouth was moving faster than her thoughts, but as Tight walked into her home she managed to grab up a pencil and paper.

The hot smell of a pregnant mare assaulted Tight Squeeze's nose, but his sudden surge in desire and virility was held easily at bay. "Wow."

Almost snapping her pencil, Patched stared at Tight Squeeze. "You get hit by plant-magic, turn into some kind of male alicorn-plant, and you expect me to put up with 'Wow'?" She stomped forward, reaching out with her magic to probe gently at Tight.

"You probably shouldn't t—" Tight Squeeze didn't manage to get another word out. As Patched's magical probe neared his body, green, buzzing magic leapt out and jumped along it to its source. He pulled away from Patched as quick as he could, but he watched the doctor's eyes register shock, surprise, and arousal. He could practically taste her hunger.

Groaning with the green magic jolting through her, Patched hadn't gotten anywhere near the same dose as Tight had, but she had felt a surge within herself. Arousal was the greatest affect she could notice, but Patched was assuming she had flowers sprouting in her mane. There was a general feeling of needing to go to the plant, but she shunted that to the side.

Standing before Patched Scrape was the mightiest looking stallion that she had ever had the delight to lay eyes on. Tight Squeeze might outwardly look like royalty now, but what Patched wanted to do with him had nothing to do with what was on his back or forehead, and everything to do with what was under and behind him. "You look really good, Tight."

Tight Squeeze had heard that tone enough times to know what it meant. He looked around in somewhat of a panic. "DD?! Night?!" Backing up a step, he didn't dare take his eyes off Patched. Her change had stopped at simply giving her stunning, orange roses in mane and an—apparently—raised libido. "P-Patched, you have a coltfriend, and a fillyfriend, you don't want to do this."

Backup up step by step, Tight's plot pressed to the closed door behind him. Now he was blocking the doorway and had a feisty unicorn stalking him. There was a decision that Tight Squeeze didn't even need to think about to make. He could escape and leave Patched alone, but in her state she would find somepony and do something extremely ill-advised. It was time, therefor, to stand up and be the good stallion. "Look! Over there!"

Patched Scrape was a doctor, and had used that exact distraction many times to give foals shots, and foalish ponies the same. She would never have fallen for such a simple ruse to distract her, but the part of Patched's brain that focused attention on such things as treating sick ponies, caring for her friends, and noticing a brazen distracting gesture were not functioning. She turned her head to see what Tight pointed to.

"Patched? Did you see that crazy spell that just went off?" Double Diamond opened the door, Night Glider at his side. Leaning down just a little to kiss the fillyfriend at his side, Double pushed the door wide.

Night Glider had to admit that she was enjoying having Double Diamond as her coltfriend. She even rather liked having Patched Scrape as her fillyfriend, but that was less of a surprise to her than she would have thought. She slipped into the house first, using all her pegasi skills, and looked around in disappointment. "Huh, she's not here."

Double Diamond walked in after Night Glider, turning to look back at the lush grass before closing the door. "I guess she's out helpin' somepony. That magic was really wild."

"You can say that ag—" Night Glider's ears both pitched to the side, tracing a line toward the hall that led to the hallway that led deeper into the house. Focusing all her attention, she head the sound again: a whimpering moan.

At only three quarters of his height, Night Glider didn't seem like much compared to Double Diamond, but he had seen her show off her plant-gifted strength, and when she armored up—like she suddenly did—he was doubly wary of getting in her way. "What's wrong?"

With bark covering her body, Night Glider felt her senses sharpen beyond what a normal pony could employ. She could hear more than the moan now (the moan nopony should be making in her house), and was aware of a wet, sucking sound. There was more to Night's hearing, and as it sharpened still more, she could hear heartbeats. Two.

Silent wasn't needed, not for a purpose-built predator like Night. She charged through the house, trusting her sense of hearing to bring her to the master bedroom. Flinging the door open, Night Glider brought a hoof up to thump whatever might be hurting her fillyfriend.

And that was when Night Glider froze, staring incomprehensibly.

Catching up to Night Glider, Double Diamond looked over her back at the scene before him. On the bed was two forms, one was impossible, the other merely improbable. Tight Squeeze had his wings and one leg locked around Patched Scrape. He held her firmly, keeping her from moving. He was also on top of her, in what would be a compromising position if his penis weren't stuck out to the side.

Patched Scrape was a desperate mare. She moaned and whimpered, trying in vain to shove herself back, to impale her body on the stallion's shaft, but none of her efforts worked. But the odd thing, the thing that had Night Glider and Double Diamond both staring in confusion, was that Tight Squeeze was sucking and slurping on Patched's horn. His lips were wrapped around it from one side, and his saliva was dripping all along its shiny length.

What was the least confusing thing in the situation was that Tight Squeeze sported his own horn, black with blue spikes.

Night Glider had to shed some of her armor to be able to talk. She focused, still watching the oddest scene she had borne witness to, and the bark fell away from her face and mane. "What in the name of Celestia is going on?!"

Tight Squeeze almost cheered in relief. He pulled his mouth back from Patched's horn. "Thowwy. Thee thuddenly thumped me. Ah add to thoo thomthing!"

Double Diamond opened his mouth to ask a question, then closed it again. Three times. Finally, he managed to get a coherent thought past the blockage in his brain that this scene had created. "But why were you sucking her horn?"

"Yeah." Having put two and two together regarding most of what had happened, Night Glider figured something strange had happened, and Tight was stuck with a very horny unicorn on his hooves.

"Well, then…" Tight shook his head, trying to get some feeling back in his tired tongue. "Ahem. She used her magic to drag me in here, and then lifted me onto her back. I,"—Tight Squeeze blushed enough to make his cheeks turn quite red—"I sucked on her horn. It works with Sugar! Really! Unicorns just can't focus their magic when you do that!"

"So if you're not sucking her horn, why isn't Patched using magic?" Night Glider gestured with a hoof, and realized the problem with her argument: Patched Scrape was using magic.

With her power freed to act as she wished it, Patched looked back and saw the object of her desire: Tight Squeeze's penis. Her horn boiled with magic, and she started stroking the stallion, guiding him slowly back toward her body.

"No ya don't." Ready to take charge of at least one problem, Double Diamond used the strength and fortitude to grab his best friend and pull him away from Patched Scrape. A sharp cry met Double's ears, but he knew he had to keep going.

Her lust addled mind distracted by the big stud being carried away, Patched barely noticed Double Diamond until he was on her back. Her magic winked out, and her back arched as her stallion hit his mark quickly.

Laying on the floor, feeling the worse for his valiant act of self-control, Tight could still imagine the sharp tugging Patched had used at the end to pull him back toward her. He lifted his head weakly, and came up looking into Night Glider's mirth-filled eyes.

"You're a good pony, Tight Squeeze." Leaning forward and down, Night Glider gave Tight a kiss on the nose. "Now, please, get out of my bedroom." She waited for him to start moving out the door before closing it behind him.

Tight Squeeze groaned. He was wobbling on his hooves with the constant strain of having to restrain Patched physically, and his mouth still felt half-numb from his efforts at restraining her magically.

Putting one hoof before the other, Tight made his way home from Patched's house, his brain too focused on what had happened to remember the event that triggered everything. He just hoped Sugar Belle was home, because in all the time he had been with Patched, he hadn't lost a bit of his hardness.

Author's Notes:

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