"Honey?" Sugar Belle's legs had long-since given out. She was laying boneless on the ground, with Tight buried in her still, his weight bearing down on her back. "Honey-bun, I don't mean to be a drag, but get off now." When there was still no response, Sugar used her magic. Lifting her husband up was no problem, when this pulled that huge shaft from her in the process, she lost her focus and dropped him back down.

Tight was jerked awake, laying atop Sugar in the dead of night. "B-Baby-cakes? What's going on?" His head was hazy, but he managed to get his hooves under himself and lift. Now afforded a moonlit view of his wife, Tight Squeeze gasped. "Sugar!"

"Hold on, give me a sec… I don't think I will be able to walk straight for a week. What has gotten into you?" It took a little longer for her to get everything working, and being oversensitive under her tail didn't help matters. "What happened in the cave?"

Memories flooded back, of being snared, of being secured, of being emasculated and then having something put back into him. Tight trembled a little. "It did something… it put something in me…" Pulled into a hug, he quickly hugged back. "I want to go home."

"Come on then, I had some cakes cooling, we can share one and you can explain it—" Sugar stopped as she felt Tight tremble a little. "You can tell me when you are ready, no rush tonight." She nuzzled Tight Squeeze's cheek, kissing him, and getting a hesitant kiss back.

Morning dawned, and Tight let the warm light of Celestia's sun wash over him from the window. Turning over to Sugar, thoughts of their usual morning activities came to the fore. 'Maybe the plant even helped me?' It was an odd thought, but one that had the stallion smiling as he lined up with his wife's vulva.

Sugar felt the strokes against her flat udder, the rubbing just under her chin that spoke volumes about how much Tight knew of her body—she was ready for him. She waited for her wet entrance to be filled, but despite the moment dragging on, she remained empty. "Honey?" The word that was her favorite ingredient and nickname for her husband both, came easy to her lips, as the worry did to her tone.

"I… I just wanted to wake you up happy." Tight was telling the truth, but his flaccid shaft was testament to something else. "Good morning, my Sugar Belle." He kissed Sugar on the lips, felt her magic and legs both wrap around him, pulling him tight against her. Love and passion flared, and Tight clung to Sugar while they kissed, but nothing was having an effect on the contents of his sheathe.

"Maybe I can help?" Sugar broke the kiss to whisper the words, her horn lighting up. "How is my little Tighty doing? He felt a lot bigger last night." Sugar slipped her magic down into Tight's sheathe, rubbing his shaft. She felt it respond, but only a little. "Don't want to play?"

Tight loved it when his wife played with him like this, but there really was something in the way. "Let go a second." He made sure he was disengaged from Sugar's limbs before squirming and flipping, turning himself in the bed so his head was under the covers and his snout was just below Sugar's plot. "Perfect." His libido wasn't there, but that didn't stop Tight from wanting to please his wife. He began licking and lapping at her folds, intimately familiar with what it took to make Sugar scream.

The love-making was slow, intense, but through it all Tight didn't feel arousal at all. Even when Sugar found his sheath with her mouth, even when his wife suckled and licked at his sheath, he didn't feel it. It was frustrating, but also a wild kind of intense—Tight Squeeze had never focused so much on Sugar Belle sexually.

"St-stop!" Sugar barely got the word out, her husband was insatiable. She squirmed and tried to push away. "I need to—HEY! I need to work today." She was giggling now, his delving tongue had drawn back and was just licking the fur on each side of her vulva.

Cleaning up Sugar's fur, Tight gave one last lick along the cleft in her vulva before pulled back from her. "I just can't help it." It wasn't a lie, he loved Sugar with every ounce of his being. "Want some help today? I don't think I want to go back to that cave…"

"Do you want to talk yet?" Sugar almost fell from her side of the bed, barely landing on her hooves before shaking to "wake up" her muscles.

"Not yet. It did a lot of stuff that I don't think I understand." Tight wasn't as careful as Sugar. When he fell from his side of the bed, rather than land on his hooves, he got tangled in bedsheets and landed on his side, giggling.

Laughing at her husband's antics, Sugar levitated Tight into the air, carefully unwrapped him and set him back down on his hooves. "When you are ready to talk, I will be ready to listen." She wandered around the bed and nuzzled Tight's cheek.

After a shower to freshen up, Tight and Sugar made their way into their kitchen. The two ponies were partners in all things except when it came to cooking and cave-diving, where either Sugar or Tight ruled, respectively.

"What are we baking?" Tight's belly grumbled loudly, loud enough to get a stare from Sugar. "Argg, alright, I am really hungry." He laughed and trotted up to the big stove, starting it up.

"More cakes. Did you know my cakes are shipping all the way to Canterlot now." Sugar pranced a little as she walked across the kitchen. "Imagine it, Princess Celestia trying one of my cakes!" She used her magic to fetch ingredients, putting together everything needed on the table. She hadn't noticed it before, but she realized—as Tight began opening containers up, putting them in order for her to start making batter—that he knew baking almost as well as she did.

Working together, the couple made cake after cake, and the first one that cooled got some swirly icing on it moments before a knife cut a slice out. "Sorry…" Tight blushed, but kept cutting.

"You know what makes me happier than the thought of Princess Celestia eating my cakes?" Sugar marched up to her obviously hungry husband and levitated the slice of cake up to his mouth. "Baking for you." She kissed his nose after he took his first bite. "Good?"

Tight barely savored the flavor before gulping the cake down and leaning forward for another bite. There was something amazingly sexy about being fed by Sugar, and it always made Tight a happy stallion. No sooner was the slice gone, however, than his belly rumbled for more. He didn't speak a word, merely blushed as the serving knife cut another slice.

"You were stuck in a cave for a whole day, and last night was… energetic." Sugar fed Tight the whole slice, bit by bit. She followed up the cake with a kiss. "That better?"

"Mmmfh!" Tight smiled, it was impossible not to. His wife was using her special skill just to make him happy, and that made it all the more effective. "Yeah, you know your cakes make everything better." He kissed back and felt the cares of the world slide away.

Starting every day making love to his wife was one of the high-points of Tight's day, now. But no matter what he had tried, he couldn't get himself actually aroused. It didn't stop him expressing the raw love he felt, and by midday each day he felt spent. The "fun" baking was over, Sugar was on to the bread and butter of her profession, and Tight felt down.

Curling up on his back porch, Tight looked out over the land behind their house, and sighed. "What's wrong with me? What did that plant do?" He lifted his back leg and looked down at his sheathe. It looked as it always did, if a little bigger than normal. "What is it still doing?" Arcing a wing to maintain his modesty, he leaned down between his back legs, nuzzling his sheath aside, and inspected his empty sack.

Tight's memory ran back to the cave, the haze of pleasure that burned through him was a pale echo now, but he remembered it putting something back into his scrotum. Over the last week whatever that had been slowly pulled up higher and higher into him, leaving his sack empty. "I just want to show Sugar that I love her…"

Sugar had slipped away from the house, leaving an iced cake on the table, and approached the cave. The bad cave. The cave where her husband had been… not unmade. He loved her with a fury that was blinding sometimes, but something in here had affected him, and he wouldn't tell her how.

Although she had been keeping Tight well fed, Sugar had been leaving off eating much at all during their week together; the first time trying to get into the cave had proved she might have been enjoying her cooking a little much. A little slimmer now, she got past the constriction in the cave that had refused her entry before.

Pouring energy into her horn, Sugar lit the cavern she had been delivered to. It was beautiful, she knew it would be, it was hard to fall in love with a stallion who's special talent was cave-diving and not learn to love natural rock. But she saw the intruder right away. "So this is the plant?" She inspected the black, thorny vine and shook her head. "I don't see the danger in it."

Walking along, keeping back from the vines a little, Sugar Belle kept a close eye on her footing and the plant. Bumping into something soft, she lifted her head to see what it was. "Oh, buc—" The "wings" of the hand-like plant pod clamped around Sugar's head. She wasn't in darkness, however, her horn lit up the interior quite well.

"Oh no you… no you…" Sugar sneezed as a puff of pink mist hit her face. Moments later her horn's light snuffed out. "No you don't?" She felt another puff, and another. Giggling a little, Sugar felt the thing around her head tug at her, leading her forward. She walked along, laughing a little inside the pod, until she felt the first trickle down her inner thigh. "I'm horny?"

Sugar didn't get more than a moment to think, a longer puff of the pink stuff had her thoughts scattering in her head as vines wrapped around her legs, pulling her down and securing her body. She tried to use her magic, but nothing answered her need. The first touch to her vulva cleared any thoughts remaining from her head, any not related to being filled, that is. It had been a week since she had felt her husband's shaft, and she ached for whatever the plant was offering.

Pressing forward, shoving the large bulb into the mare, the plant dosed her more and more with the combined muscle relaxant and aphrodisiac, kicking her body's hormones into high-gear even as it suppressed her ability to act out those needs. Once the bulb was in just the right place, the plant triggered it with chemicals. The thing burrowed into the mare's tender flesh, sinking roots and tendrils both into her, as it painlessly worked into her body.

Rocking her body, Sugar could only think of how good it felt, how much like her husband's big shaft it was. But when the bulb left her vagina and took root in her body, she was forced into a mind-numbing climax. Squirming, bucking around, Sugar Belle was at the mercy of the plant. More was pushing into her, something very strange that seemed to push into the same place as the first mass. Sugar had no idea what or where it was, but it felt good having it there. A tingle ran through her whole body, then she was empty again. Whimpering in the grip of the thing around her face, her only reply was more puffs of pink mist.

The day had reached mid-afternoon before Tight had gotten over his listless mood, and headed back inside. "Sugar? Where is my darling?" Tight knew where she would be, where she always was. Slipping into the kitchen, he found it bare save for one thing on the table. Walking over to the cake, his heart sinking, Tight Squeeze's eyes widened at the frosting on top.

Gone to the cave, I need to know.

"No… please no!" All Tight's focus on his own problems faded, blown away by a need to find Sugar. He didn't even close the back door behind him before his wings were open and he was flying. "No no no no…" it became a chant, a small voice inside him that begged with the fates that Sugar hadn't actually found the thing. Landing at the cave, Tight's fears were easy to thrust aside, to forget. 'Sugar needs me.'

"Sugar!" Tight's voice echoed through the cave, sounding back to him off walls, and from tunnels that he knew weren't the right ones. He slipped between two rocks and saw the first vine of the plant. "SUGAR!" He could barely see in the dark, having forgotten his light, but it didn't stop him from finding the chamber where his wife was.

Softly lit with the green flecks of "stuff" in the vines themselves, the cavern had just one pony occupant apart from Tight Squeeze. In the middle, shaking her head, Sugar Belle was curled around herself, using a hoof to rub her vulva furiously. Unable to use her magic, Sugar was lost to the needs of her body, of her need for release. Something suddenly got her attention.

"Sugar." Walking closer, cautiously, Tight realized that the plant was ignoring both of them, as if they weren't there. An odd feeling surprised him, made him stop in place and look under himself. Hanging free from his sheath, a heavy and green-tinted shaft was growing bigger and bigger. "Sugar?" It seemed the only word Tight could say, and as he fixed eyes on his wife, on her own eyes gazing back, it was all he needed.

Wobbling to her hooves, Sugar Belle could see what she wanted, what her husband had. "Tight…" Her voice was dry, cracked. She took two steps and almost fell. Tight was suddenly there, at her side. "Tight Squeeze." She nuzzled his mane, sniffing it and feeling even more horny. "I want you."

Never had three words sounded so good to Tight. He was rock hard, his body driven to sudden arousal by the plant growing within him. He gave a soft groan and nuzzled Sugar back, but something about their location sunk into his lust-addled brain. "Get… home…" Even as he thought that he should get Sugar home, he lost his fight with control.

"Yes…" Sugar's voice trailed off as Tight mounted her. Her body found new depths of strength to hold her ground, provide the platform her stallion needed to— Thoughts fled Sugar again, just like what the plant had done with its spray, Tight's shaft shoving into her blew her away and she climaxed on the spot.

It was a fast ride, animalistic and wild, but Tight remembered every moment that Sugar's body was around him. He took her, he fucked her, he drove himself until he could swear he couldn't go on another stroke, and then he did. Tight had no pace, he bucked and humped like a wild thing until the strange new pressure grew.

Tightness unlike he had ever felt before, started at the base of Tight's shaft. It wasn't a tightness around him, but within. Something pushed up his urethra, working along the tube, until it dropped from his tip deep inside Sugar. His body exploded in that moment, and Sugar collapsed.

Laying on her belly suddenly seemed the better option, Sugar trembled in mind-numbing bliss as her stallion unloaded into her, but rather than blasts of scalding-hot semen, it felt like something more solid. Then, finally, a quenching blast did come, and Sugar lost consciousness.

Author's Notes:

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