"Thank you!" Tight Squeeze waved a hoof at the departing ponies; the last customers of the day having been dealt with. Not that he planned to take off his apron, nor leave the safety that the counter provided. "Come on, aren't you ever going to calm down? I need to work…"

"Talking to your penis is the first sign that your wife is doing the right thing." Sugar Belle poked her head out from the kitchen, using her magic to lock the door to the shop-room of their house. "Anypony… uh… notice?" She strode into the room, meeting Tight's lips with her own for a quick kiss. Of course she couldn't complain about his erection, she had one of her own.

"Mmm," Tight was always left wanting after a kiss from Sugar, no matter how long it lasted, "fine actually. I made sure to stay behind the counter, and kept the apron on all the time. How was your baking?" He ruffled his wings.

Spotting a sure sign her husband was more than a little aroused, Sugar strategically turned and walked back into the kitchen, making sure he could see everything she had under her flagging tail. "So, are we going to the doctor tonight?" She looked back to see a hungry look in Tight's eyes, he was quite distracted it seemed. She lowered her tail and turned to face him once he was in the kitchen too.

Tight snapped out of his fixation and looked at Sugar. "Wait, why? We are doing fine now, the plant hasn't hurt us. Besides, we are fine now; a little extra excitement in the bedroom isn't a problem for a married couple." He stepped past Sugar with a few peppered kisses on her cheek, intending to find her plot again.

Stepping to the side a little, Sugar moved before her husband, nuzzling under his tail and running her tongue up the plump vulva under his tail. He froze in place at the attention, and she knew she had him in a trap. "It has been nearly a week and a half. Neither of us can afford to go outside without a full dress on—not that I wouldn't love to see you in one—and now look, you have a tighter pussy than I do!" She gave it another lick in emphasis.

"Well…" Tight's brain filled with the pink cotton candy that he now associated with his own burning female arousal. "Sweetie, please…" Another lick sapped him of all his self-control and willpower both. Lifting his tail up, Tight arched his back toward his wife.

"Good." Sugar gave Tight one more lick along his folds before stepping back; fighting the urge to mount him was taking all her willpower, but she had promised not to do that until he told her he was okay with it—licking was not mentioned. "It's getting dark outside, we should go then."

Tight groaned in lust and looked back at the retreating plot of his wife. "Y-You can… you can…" He tried to say it, but couldn't quite get it out. A pang of desire rushed over him at the memory of what her shaft was like. "You can mount me… if you—"

Sugar rushed back into the kitchen and kissed Tight. She kept the pressure on his lips, and worked her tongue forward into his mouth. Yanking back, she glared at Tight. "You ate some of the special chocolate cupcakes!"

"I was… I was really hungry…" Tight's ears tucked back, and from experience with his wife's anger he pawed at the floor with his forehoof. "Uh… are you going to…?"

"After the doctor. And if you are hungry just tell me." Sugar knew his "innocent filly" look was carefully crafted to appeal to her sense of adorableness, but it worked every time—she kissed Tight's snout. "You know I love baking special things for you, my winged stallion. I will find a dress to wear, and you can have a blanket over your back. It might be dark out, but I don't want to risk us running into one of the foals of the village all 'you know.' "

"And after we get back?" Tight followed Sugar to their bedroom. 'Why am I so for this now? Is it affecting me like this? Is it making me want this?' He looked at his wife, watched her move and levitate out a dress. 'With my Sweetie… I do.'

"After we get back, if Patched doesn't have any objections, I am going to stuff you so full you will walk funny for a day!" Sugar pulled the sun dress down over herself, settling the fabric to cover her back-end. Looking over at Tight, she giggled. "Would you rather a dress?"

"At this point, I just want to get this over with, Sugar. The thought of you on me… in me…" He shuddered and felt his vulva clutch at nothingness. "Come on." There was no longer a question in his mind "if" he would go to the doctor, not now that he had told Sugar.

Sugar froze and turned to her husband. "Tight Squeeze, you surprise me every day." She walked slowly over to Tight, her dress swaying around her back-end. "Please, never stop surprising me." She smiled and kissed his snout.

Wuffing heavily, Tight followed Sugar out the back door of the house and into the night. The cool air actually soothed him, but the sight of his wife's rear—even covered in the cute dress—had the opposite effect.

Lifting her hoof, Sugar knocked a few times on the door. "Tight, get up here with me, and stop staring at my plot." She heard hoofsteps nearing the door and straightened up. 'I do like him looking at my plot, just not… not right this second.' The moment the door opened, Sugar smiled a little wider at the unicorn. "Patched, we hoped we would be able to take a little of your time."

Standing in the doorway, watching Sugar and Tight, was the doctor of Our Town: Patched Scrape. A white-pelted unicorn mare that looked like she would be more comfortable on a fashion runway than in a frontier town, she flicked her pink mane to the side and uncovered the second of her deep-blue eyes.

Sensing something odd about the complete lack of social foreplay, Patched stepped back from the door. "Well, get yourselves inside then." Her Appleoosan accent was thick as ever. Raising an eyebrow at the blanket over Tight, she closed the door behind Sugar and Tight. "Now that we have some privacy, and I assume this-here needs some, what's the problem?"

"We have a problem." Sugar Belle looked to Tight. "That is, it isn't so much a problem as a… well it's odd!" She used her magic to lift her dress up, around her sides. "This is part of it."

Patched blinked and looked from Sugar's determined face, all the way down to her cutie mark. "What's the matter?" She studied Sugar's back, sides, then her belly; Patched Scrape froze. "Oh."

"Yeah, 'Oh.' " Tight ruffled his wings and flung the blanket off his own back. "And there is this." He turned, blushing hotter than the sun, and flagged his tail to the side.

Staring from one apparently hermaphroditic pony to the other, Patched was more than a little confused. "Uh… okay. When I moved here, and asked everypony if there was anything odd about them… I didn't really expect anypony would report this, but it might have been good to know about. But what is the problem?"

"This isn't the root of the problem." No sooner had Sugar said the words, than she realized her unintentional pun; a glance at Tight revealed he heard it too.

Tight's smiler turned up, his blush fading a little at his humor. "We thought it would pass, that we might get better, but we just can't leave each other alone." His smiled widened, and he saw Sugar's grow.

Sugar's mind raced. "We understand you aren't focused on botany, but we hoped you could—"

"If you dare say 'branch out,' or any other plant puns, just watch how fast I will buck you out the door." Patched glared between the grinning couple. "So if this isn't the issue, what is?"

"It is the issue, doc." Tight gestured back to his plot. "I was just a stallion two weeks ago, and Sugar was just a mare then, too. But then the plant got us." He saw curiosity lift Patched's eyebrow again. "For real. I was doing my thing, checking out that cave that opened up just south-west of town, and this plant grabbed me, pulled…" He froze mid sentence; thinking about being emasculated still made him pause, and having to explain it was worse. A nuzzle at his cheek from Sugar Belle—of course—brought him back. "It pulled my balls out, then put one back in and… something else." He quickly kissed Sugar on the cheek.

Patched floated a notepad over, started scribbling on it with a quill held in her magic. "I can honestly say I have never heard of such a thing. What did the plant look like?" Her quill caught up, paused for more instructions.

"Black, spikes all over it. It moved fast, and there was a big pod-thing, like a dragon's hand. It closed around my head and wouldn't let go." Sugar's mind ran back to the encounter. 'It wasn't as terrifying for me. It didn't pull things out of me though.'

"It did that to me, too. Constantly puffing stuff into my nose, then m-masturbating me, rubbing me again and again." Tight closed his eyes and pressed his snout to Sugar's mane. "It didn't stop until it did the thing inside me."

"It put things in me. It… it gave me this." Sugar gestured under and back with a forehoof. "And Tight's scrotum seemed empty… reshaped and changed. Now he is… well…" She was fishing for words, waving her hoof in the air. "Sorry." She kissed Tight's cheek in apology for all the words she didn't say.

Patched Scrape closed her eyes. "If I were fresh out of school at Canterlot, I would be inclined to write this off as some ponies playing a prank, or gettin' too much hard cider. But I am not, and I won't. I can see for myself that there are inconsistencies with you both being natural hermaphrodites. For a start, his vulva is short one clitoris—which, if I was a betting mare, I would say simply grew into being his penis—and yours has one."

"I don't have a clitoris?" Tight looked at his wife, blinking. "When were you going to tell me? What else is different?" In his own state of worry, Tight turned around twice before realizing he couldn't see because it was his own plot.

"I didn't think it would matter. The rest of you is so sensitive and… stop turning before you fall over." Sugar reached out and pulled Tight's face into a kiss.

"I need to see this plant before I can send off a proper report about it. We will need a quarantine, and probably somepony special to look at it and tell us if it is really a problem." Patched tried to ignore the couple, who were now locked in a tight kiss. "Would you say you feel normal, otherwise?"

"N-Normal?" Tight broke away from the kiss first. "Doc, I almost literally can't stop thinking of bucking, or being bucked by, Sugar." He glared at Patched, as if it was all her fault. "You really shouldn't go in, it seemed to ignore me when I went in to get Sugar, but…"

"I will be quite alright." Patched lifted her head a little straighter. "I am a trained professional, there will be no problems with going in there and protecting myself." She looked at the pair, each of which gave her a stupid look.

"You're mad." Tight shook his head. "Sugar couldn't stop it, it did things to her, I don't want to be responsible for having it do that to another mare!" He clopped a forehoof angrily.

Sugar gave a happy sigh, watching her husband get so worked up. "He's right. Nothing I could do stopped it, it ignored my magic and—"

"Then I won't go in alone. You two can watch my back, I am sure having two unicorns will do the trick." Patched puffed her chest out. "Come on, we will get this cleared up, and the cave sealed, before anypony else is affected by it."

Pulling her dress back down, and helping Tight do the same with his blanket, Sugar Belle let out a sigh. "We can't convince her. What do we do?" Her voice was barely a whisper.

"What else can we do? We g-g-go back, and try to stop it from doing to them what it did to us." Tight nuzzled Sugar. "You don't have to go in, if you don't want to."

"You'd go in alone?" Sugar lifted her hoof and bopped herself on her own forehead. "Of course you would, you did for me, and you are such a brave stallion. No, we go in together and drag these idiots out if we can, before the plant does its…" She trailed off a little.

"What are you two waiting for? Are you coming or what?" Patched glared back at her patients. "The sooner we are done, the sooner we get a report off and get you both helped."

The three marched out of the house and to the cave, but only one of them was confident. Just as they reached the cave entrance, a cry of alarm came from inside the cave.

"That was Double Diamond!" Tight dropped his blanket and dashed into the cave. "Sweets, I need some light please." When the cave illuminated in cyan light, Tight knew Sugar was with him. "DD!" His voice echoed back at him from the walls of the cave. "Hey! DD!" A groan came from the direction he least wanted, where he knew the vines were.

"Hurry, Tight!" Sugar kept behind Tight, letting her husband pick their path through the cave—it was his special talent after all. A bright silvery light joined her own, causing her to look back and see Patched's horn lit. "Thanks!"

"Here he is!" Tight Squeeze made it into the big chamber, and could see his friend.

Double Diamond was groaning, his head trapped in something, his body being driven to buck harder and harder. He couldn't think straight, his thoughts were all jumbled, but he thought he heard his best friend's voice. 'Why is Tight Squeeze here? He shouldn't see me and Night…' His thoughts jumbled up again as more sweet smell hit his nose.

"That is what it did to me…" Tight pointed with a hoof. "We have to stop it!" Even though he shouted the words, he didn't feel them as surely as he wished he would. 'He sure looks like he is enjoying it… Maybe it isn't so bad?'

While Tight and Sugar both seemed distracted and staring at the trapped Double Diamond, Patched leapt into action. Her magic wrapped around the tendril reaching up to the stallion's balls, grabbing hold of it firmly. Almost losing her grip on it, Patched realized she was fighting a losing battle. Then the world went dark. 'What the… oh no!' Her face was covered in what felt like a giant hand gripping her head, and the taste of sweet air poured into her.

Tight stared in shock, watching as the little bulb reached up to his friend's balls, bit a small hole in his scrotum, and then removed his testicles. "S-S-Sugar… it's doing it to him. I… I should stop it…"

"What can we do?" Sugar looked to the doctor, watched as she was pinned down in tentacles. Her memories started to remind her what it was about to do to her, and something inside ached for it again, ached for her stallion. "T-Tight…" When she turned to him, he had walked closer to Double Diamond, watching his best friend's emasculation at close quarters.

A weight settled on Tight's back. His first thought was panic, but then a deep satisfaction sank into his body. Turning, he confirmed it was Sugar climbing onto him, and planted all four hooves firmly. First a bump against his plot, then another. When Sugar missed for the fifth time, Tight actually giggled.

Sugar wanted to swat her husband for laughing. "It's not as easy as it looks." Then an idea came to her lust-addled thoughts. Reaching under her belly with her magic, she took a firm hold on her shaft, and lined it up. "Gotcha." Her first buck into Tight's body locked up every braincell she possessed. She couldn't stop her body from taking control, and taking her husband.

With his mouth hanging open, Tight's tongue lolled out as Sugar started banging into him, shoving deeper and deeper with each thrust. Absently, he watched as something thick and swollen was pushed back into Double Diamond. He couldn't focus on his friend anymore, he was too busy bucking back and meeting each of Sugar's thrusts.

It wasn't Sugar's first orgasm with her male bits, but it was certainly her first inside somepony. She could neither last long, nor wanted to. One moment she was bucking away, and the next lightning coursed through her. She clamped her mouth down on Tight's short mane, yanking him backwards, shoving herself as deep as she could.

The roughness of his wife startled Tight, but certainly didn't turn him off from the wonderful sex—quite the opposite. A wave of pleasure rushed out from his vagina, flooding his body like a tsunami, before seemingly exploding all through him. He squirmed and pushed back, and trembled at the sheer sense of masculinity coming from his wife. Lifting his nose to the air, he cried out in bliss as his insides grew hot with Sugar's gift.

Panting and twitching, Sugar took enough of her senses back to let go with her mouth and drop from Tight's back. "W-W-What…? Wow…"

"Yeah… Wow." Tight trembled, the heat inside him seemingly radiating out all over his body. "We… We need to get them out, when it is done with them." He pointed a hoof at Double and Patched. "Get them out and safe… then do that again." He looked at Sugar, a new appreciation for her shaft filling him—just as her shaft had filled him. The thought of letting her do that again only filled Tight with impetus. 'What was I worried about?'

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