"Oh buck. Oh buck. Oh buck…" Tight wobbled on his hooves and draw free of Sugar's clutching body. Looking down at his wife, he felt an almost overwhelming urge to mount her again; to breed her and breed her until he passed out too. "No, we need to get home. This… this will all pass." Nuzzling under Sugar, Tight pushed forward and lifted her onto his back.

Something felt odd about how Sugar slid into place, but Tight ignored it in favor of making his way home. Keeping Sugar steady with his wings, Tight Squeeze made his way home, sneaking up to the back door of their house. "Don't think about her plot. Don't think about how ready and needy it is for you. All I need to do is get my little Sweet into bed, and sleep this off."

Inside the dark house, Tight finally lost his struggle against gravity, but not before making it to the couch in their living room. Sugar slumped from his back, and exhaustion set in. "Probably best if I… I should be further a… nope." He closed his eyes and slumped down to the floor, shaft still rock hard under him.

Sugar Belle woke to a low-lit room. The curtains were drawn, keeping back the direct rays of the sun, and peeping eyes both. She felt good; she felt amazing. "Mmm, Tight? Where's my wonderful little cave explorer?" It took a few moments before her brain clicked that they weren't in bed, and that Tight was asleep on the floor in front of the couch.

Shifting on the couch, Sugar slid off as far from Tight as she could. Something in her brain yelled at her for attention, but she wanted to do something special for her husband. Walking carefully to the kitchen; she made no noise until she reached the stove. "A special breakfast." Her forehoof curled down and under herself, rubbing back between her legs. Brushing against something sensitive down there, she diverted her attention to that. Heat flooded her body, and Sugar Belle closed her eyes as something very sensitive made her shiver with bliss.

Waking to the sound of happy moans, Tight's mouth was already pulled into a smile. 'It was all a bad dream! Sugar is baking something while doing some naughty play, and I am going to head in and surprise her!' Gaining his hooves, Tight Squeeze was unsurprised that he was already hard and ready; his wife was in the other room masturbating after all. Walking to the kitchen, he heard the sounds of Sugar Belle's happiness crescendo.

Tight Squeeze rounded the corner into the kitchen, and froze in shock. His wife was as he expected her, but doing something he hadn't.

Squirming in pleasure, Sugar Belle looked away from the big green shaft jutting from her groin, meeting Tight Squeeze's eyes. She saw panic, fear, but above all love. A minute of silence passed between them, each unable to think of anything to say. At last, ignoring the thin green sap covering her belly and chest, Sugar rolled to her hooves and stood up. "We need to talk about that… cave."

"We need to do something else first." Tight Squeeze was harder than ever, and something made him want to strut over and mount Sugar Belle; there was something else that made him want to have her stalk him. A shudder ran down his spine, and before Tight could think his tail started to lift. 'Two choices…' He strode forward, staring at Sugar in the eyes.

With her need roused from her first ever self-hoofjob, Sugar glared back at Tight, her body reacting by stiffening her shaft again. "Wait, stop Tight." She took a few steps backwards, struggling with the sensations that drove her to want to mount or be mounted. "Stop!"

The word cut through Tight's lust; it cut him to the quick. Panting hard, he backed away, lowering his head to the ground and screwing his eyes closed. "I can't stand it. I want you, Sweets." Turning, Tight was about to run when there was a sharp tug on his tail. Immediately he groaned and lifted his tail up and to the side, squirming with a sudden need he had never felt before. Turning to look back at his wife, his vision narrowed on her endowment.

"Darling, my little cave diver?" Sugar Belle walked right up and nuzzled the empty sack hanging under Tight's perineum. "I love you. I love you so much I couldn't do this. It gave me…" She coughed. "It gave me a dick, but you don't have anything here… yet." She knew all too well that though his sack was empty, something was still producing inside him.

The extra word set off an alarm bell in Tight's head, enough to yank him from the daze he was in. "What do you mean?" He was about to turn, when Sugar nuzzled more firmly at his empty ball-sack, and Tight moaned loudly, the flesh there more sensitive than ever. The nuzzling turned to licking, and each lap of her tongue sent sparks firing off in his head.

'Pussy lips. His sack has started to reshape into a vulva.' "You didn't have this before." She nuzzled him again. "I like it." One particular part of her liked it quite a bit. Sugar pulled herself away from nuzzling what seemed to be her husband's growing vulva. "Cold shower right now for both of us."

The voice of reason never sounded so good. Tight relaxed himself, though his traitorous tail wouldn't lower. "What is happening to us? Is it… is it that plant?" He quickly stepped into the lead, trotting through to the bathroom.

Sugar couldn't help herself as she followed her husband into the shower; she nuzzled up under his tail the moment the shower was on, licking along his dock.

"H-Hey!" Tight jostled a few steps, then stopped. Looking back at Sugar, his heart melted at her expression of pure love. "You are the naughtiest mare I have ever married." 'It's just play. She has licked me there before, just I was never so…' "Am I turning into a mare?"

"A mare? Look at 'you,' Tight." Sugar stepped into the shower and immediately noticed Tight had neglected the "cold" part of the idea. She lit her horn and took a relaxed hold of her husband's shaft.

"Ohhhh…" Tight became putty in Sugar's magic. His head slumped down before he realized it, and he saw his shaft through half-closed eyes. "Oh buck…"

"You are bigger, my mighty stallion. The question we both want to know is, what is it doing to us, and what does it want us to do in the end? Some plants… some plants are not nice in how they use a… a host." Sugar decided Tight had earned a little reward for putting up with her nuzzling earlier, and started to stroke his engorged member.

"What…" Tight cut his question short as his hips gave a few firm bucks. "What… Love slow down a bit, edge me." The stroking slowed; it slowed further than he wanted, but there was no way he was going to micromanage his wife's attentions. "It hasn't actually done anything painful. It seems… it seems to want us to screw."

"It has wired us like that, hasn't it?" Sugar nuzzled against Tight's cheek, her magic gliding slowly along his shaft. "We need a list…" She lifted a hoof up to the steam-covered glass partition. "First. It put something in me, made me grow a big dick." She waggled her hips and sent the shaft into wobbling.

"It took… it took my… my balls." Tight felt the rubbing stop a moment. "It put one back, or it put something back." When the magic started again, all the tension of explaining faded. "I don't think it put them both back, so maybe it put one into you? You did… well, make a mess."

"It put two things in me. I guess the first was this dick, was the second what it took from you?" Sugar was too worked up from stroking her husband. "I… I need…" Her mind nearly exploded when Tight's lips touched the amazingly sensitive shaft.

'It's Sugar. It is all Sugar. This is her. It's S—' Tight was snapped from his mental litany when he heard Sugar's high-pitched squeal of pleasure. 'It IS Sugar.' Closing his eyes, Tight only heard his darling's cries as he took her shaft in his mouth and sucked. 'Stupid colt. She doesn't "suck," she swirls, she nuzzles and slurps.'

Every time Sugar moaned or squealed, Tight's efforts would increase. She quickly picked up on the trigger and made sure to sing for her husband. With no hope of maintaining her magic, Sugar stretched forward to give Tight more room under her. "Please don't stop. Please Tight, please never stop…"

With Sweet's voice assuring him that the owner of the thick shaft was definitely the mare he loved, Tight Squeeze went about teaching himself how to pleasure her more. Drawing back his lips, he kissed the shaft's end before sinking back down onto it. 'How much longer before—' The grip of magic clamped down on Tight's shoulders, a squeeze he knew well from time spent servicing his wife's marehood. He couldn't back off, and felt the shaft swell a little more before the rush of fluid hit his mouth.

Sugar's eyes closed as she grunted loudly. She clung to her husband, trying not to force him down her shaft, but certainly not letting him off it. Fire poured through her, just like it had in the kitchen earlier, but this time she was sharing the moment, and it was so much more. A tap against the underside of her belly broke her moment and quickly she released Tight.

Pulling his head out from under his wife, Tight looked at her with adoration in his eyes. "I love you so much." He leaned in, ignoring the grass-like taste in his mouth. Pressing his lips to Sugar's, Tight Squeeze let her taste herself in his mouth.

The kiss lingered longer than Sugar's orgasm, but it couldn't last forever. Sighing and making cute sounds of pleasure with each breath, she finally pulled apart from Tight. "We… we were meant to have a cold shower." She panted a little.

"You started it. I had the setting on cold before you bumped me on the way in." Tight stretched a sodden wing over Sugar's back and pulled her up against him. "So definitely all your fault." His other wing grabbed some shampoo—the one Sugar preferred, of course—and started rubbing it against a rough brush.

"Do I really taste like that?" Sugar licked her lips, then kissed Tight quickly to get another taste. "Holy molly, do you taste that good now? With all the dry spell and…" Her eyes widened as she realized something. "You screwed me, you are hard!" She laughed and kissed Tight again. "We need to get out of this shower and get some notes down. Do you think doctor Patched will have any clue what is happening?"

"We can't tell her!" Tight paused in his efforts to work the brush through Sugar's tail. "I just… It feels really embarrassing to not have… and maybe have…" His attention was seized by the sight of Sugar's tail rising. Blood rushed to his groin and he was rock hard. Giving a nip to Sugar's dock, he lunged up and forward.

"Hey! Tight! Are you home, buddy?" Double Diamond banged a hoof on the back door of his best friend's house.

"You have got to be…" Tight froze and considered his options; the temptation to just shove forward and ignore Double was a great one, but friendship won out.

"He's your best friend, what am I but just your wife?" Sugar smirked back to Tight and shuddered—her stallion was rock hard and rampant, and looked every inch the very picture of masculine perfection. "Wonderbolts be damned. Neigh!"

The comment made Tight blush. "Wait, I can't go out like this! I am… I am…" He felt magic lift him and shove him out the door of the shower. "Coming, DD!" He lowered his voice and glared back at his wife. She was every bit as hard as he was, but something in him made it easy to just not fixate on her shaft; she glowed with health. "You are not making this easier…"

"Sorry, Tight. Did I interrupt—" Double Diamond's question died in his throat. His friend was soaking wet, smelled of sex and fancy shampoo, and sported the biggest hard-on Double had ever seen—which admittedly wasn't a lot. 'Holy buck, no wonder Sugar goes wild for him.' "I did interrupt. Uh… would you like to… well… go skiing?"

'Double Diamond: public speaker par-excellence, and he is tongue-tied!' "I would really love to, DD, but I am a bit busy fixing… uh… the pipes in the shower. Something got them all clogged up." The lie was perfect; perfectly horrible.

"Totally understand!" Double Diamond backed away from his friend. 'Don't look at his dick. Don't look at his dick. Don't look at… Wow that is big.' "Gotta look after your pipes! I'll just go, I could totally take Night Glider!" He turned, hooves pounding as he raced away from his friend; hoping that he left his embarrassment behind too. 'I can't believe he is so big!'

"Come back to the shower, stud." Sugar levitated Tight inside the door far enough that she could close it too. "I have a pipe you need to clean." She turned and flicked her tail up, making sure Tight got a good look at how puffy and ready she was.

Author's Notes:

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