Discorded report

Chapters

Chapter 1. [M/F]The curious case of Mister Carrot Cake.
Chapter 2. [M/F] The plot thickens
Chapter 3 part 1/2. (Tentacles) What Celestia wrought.
--- Chapter 3 part 2/2 (Princest futa, Growth expansion, tentacle, mindbreak, femdom) What Celestia wrought.
Chapter 4: Sugar Slut Corner. (M/F, M/F/F, “mind break”, bimbofication, dom, and baked goods).

Chapter 1. [M/F]The curious case of Mister Carrot Cake.

Authoral preface: Idle reader: Thou mayest believe me without any oath that I would create this story. It is the child of my brain, were the fairest, gayest, cleverest and the most perverted things ever to be imagined is born, and I`d rather fancy the idea that any work of fiction is not to lend judgement upon the author. By my faith, this comes, not of any want of ability, but of too much indolence and too little knowledge of life.

Chapter 1. [M/F]The curious case of Mister Carrot Cake.

It was a busy evening at the sugarcube corner. Not only had the princess appeared on a short notice to officially talk with the elements of harmony, but the Mayor Mare had requested an audience with Princess Celestia, and while the politics of the matter might be trivial - She had requested that the local Sugarcube corner serve them ample and delicious brunch during the talks. This meant that after the princess attending the element of magic at the sugercube corner itself the Cake`s would have to double their efforts in a rush to get everything ready for the next event.

Mister Cake had to admit that life was good as he looked over the voluminous blue butt of Missus Cake. The two of them had spent what felt like a lifetime working inside the Sugarcube corner and she looked as bountifull as ever. She looked up at him - pausing briefly from her work repairing a batch of muffins that had yet to be eaten or given away to hungry guests like Applejack. “What are you smiling at?”

His inner stallion did a double take of the situation and with a quick “I love you too Honeybuns" he returned to shuffling baked goods onto stackable trays that had been made to fit inside a cooling saddle. This brilliant piece of hoof-made ingenuity was made spesifically for ease of carrying vast quantities of delicacies while also preserving them for the journey ahead. Just one of many preparations they had made while contemplating the idea of having children.

He still shuddered at that thought, the concept still terrified the orange out of his mane, as his wife becoming pregnant would severely ramp up his workload, but with Pinkie Pie free to work and his dedicated wife fearlessly plunging into the situation and servicing him to no end there was no way he could refuse.

“Just bring the muffins over here. This and the coffee should be more than enough.” He pointed towards the stack of repaired muffins with new delicious crust and gave his beloved a graceful smile. “Not even Applejack could have eaten all of this in one sitting.”

“You have fun cleaning the kitchens with Pinkie. I`ll be back if we need more.” With a kiss and a kiss, his helpful wife helped pull the cooling saddle over his waist. Mister Cake wasted no time in getting out the door, as time was off the essence.

The secretary mare at the desk nodded in approval as Mister Cake hurried past her and habitually made for the meeting room. All important Ponyville meetings were held here at the City Hall. He hurried past the door and looked to the middle of the room. There sat a wide and authoritarian round table of solid and carved wood pretenciously decorated for having a private audience with princess Celestia, and hovering out of reach lay a tea table covered in pink satin cloth with a still smoking can of hot water.

He put his saddlebags next to the tea table and began to take out elaborately designed and hoofcrafted silver trays which had a design that was practical with earth ponies in mind. Hoof stoppers for easier carrying and presenting and muzzle grips at the underside just in case. The Mayor Mare always wanted her trays to reflect the light in a mirror shine. Such a prim and proper mare she was, always with a mind for the practical.

Cake set about heating more water so he could serve tea with the quality goods he had brought from Sugarcube corner.

“Oh how wondrous.” Mayor Mare entered the room, nodded to him, and the two ponies engaged in courteous smiles.

“I felt terrible for placing my order on such short notice. Especially after finding out that Celestia was attending your Sugarcube corner earlier, but your wife assured me that it was doable.” Said Mayor Mare.

“I hope it is to your taste. It was no trouble at all.” Replied Mister Cake while offering her a taste before the occasion as would be proper. She had certainly dressed for the occasion and tidied up her greying mane. Business black cloth now draped over her brown coat and greying mane. Tiny sugar sapphires took flight and landed on her shoulder.

“Oh.” She uttered with surprise as Mister Cake brushed it off her as he had done with his wife countless times. “You have done your best to look great for Celestia's audience. I will keep the water running as temporary staff, as per usual.”

Mayor Mare’s cheeks flared with a streak of embarrassment. “The princess should not be far behind me.”

“As you wish.” Mister Cake entered the kitchens so he could stay out of sight, yet from behind the servant door he would be able to hear the contents of the meeting without revealing himself, and in turn keep them well supplied with more baked goods.

Celestia had barely made introductions with Mayor Mare before the audience was interrupted by her royal guards. One of them came forward and a hushed conversation with the princess ensued.

Celestia sighed and looked to Mayor Mare “It appears my royal pet Philomena has disappeared from her cage. My pet can be quite the actress sometimes, and I do not doubt she might have tricked any of the locals to take her in. Could you be a dear and assist my royal guards in locating the culprit? ”

“Yes, your majesty. If you have any needs Mister Cake will service you from the kitchens.” Mayor replied as she hurried on out after a few guards, and so he was left to listen in the silence that followed.

“Mmmhm.” Celestia`s munches could be heard from the other side of the door. It was strange to listen in on. Almost as if a ravenous beast had taken the place of the princess. Intent on devouring everything in its path. “Oh, this is good.” The princess gushed with stuffed crust coating her cheeks. It was only when Mister Cake actually entered the room to pick up an emptied tray of muffins that she turned to face him.

“I've been soo hungry.” Celestia bemoaned as she levitated one of the empty trays towards him. “More. More!”

Cake did everything he could to retain his professional veneer, and quietly returned with a new tray filled to the brink with muffins. But it was hard not to notice that Princess Celestia's cheeks were covered in a blue shade from muffin crust. When presented with a cloth to wipe with she stared at him for a moment as if considering. Then she stretched out a nimble tongue and began to lick it off.

As he began to protest one of the chairs next to the princess fell out of order. He moved to put it back in place but the princess merely put a hoof on it and spoke with a commanding tone.

“Come Cake. Sit with me.”

His protests fell on deaf ears, and in the end he sat down next to the voluminous alicorn princess. “This is improper. What if Mayor Mare comes back? What about that pet of yours?” He questioned, but received just a knowing maternal smile back. “It will sort itself out in due time. Meanwhile you are to service me as best you know.”

“..” Mister Cake steeled himself and nodded back to Celestia’s regal yet muffin stuffed face, unsure of what to make of that.

“Look at you. Shock, Horror. As if I was some kind of maternal goddess without faults?” She frowned, her speech barely audibly recognizable through the eating of another muffin. “I`m just a mare, Mister Cake, and I have my own needs and wants.”

She grabbed for his face and he flinched away from her hoof. "I already said..."

The princess frowned at him. A frown of concern to match her regal figure. “I heard from Pinkie Pie that you have yet to father any children.”

Her pout crushed his heart, and Mister Cake couldn't do much except sigh as the princess pulled him closer and embraced him. “My wife and I have tried for just about a month now Princess. It`s going to come eventually.”

“Yes. This is a problem with the more unique looking subjects. Fret not. I know a spell that most definitively will solve your problem.” She said it in such a matter of fact way that all he could was believe her.

The voluminous princess inched her swanlike neck, her wings outstretched and enveloping him in feathers. “I know the magic for it. There are a few drawbacks, which could lead to disaster for a king, but a mere baker should be okay. I will invite you to Canterlot to do muffins for us in a week. We can talk more then.”

Mister Cake pursed his lips and tried to think of an answer, but this was Celestia for crying out loud. How could he refuse a royal gift? Worse her face was inches from him, and those gorgeous royal eyes were locked with his.

He nodded with haste and closed his eyes as Celestia`s warm magic enveloped him from all sides - a warm caress that began to heat up slowly before flowing freely through him. Within the voluntary darkness of his closed eyes he could hear Celestia calling and on her command he thought of his wife. She had a lovely blue hue, and shapely tones across her body.

The magical field flowing hotly across his body now seemed to caress and embrace his cock. He felt the rise and the beating of his heart. He felt embarrassed and rushed to cover up his stallionhood. Hot precum flooded from its tip and he twitched in a sudden orgasm.

Fearing the worst Mister Cake opened his eyes and saw Celestia in front of him. His white cum was scattered in lumps flowing down from her cheek and neck - some of it was even mixing with the blue muffin crust on her cheek.

Mister Cake opened his mouth in shock, but his body was frozen in the moment as Celestia leaned forward. Her mouth touched his and she forced her tongue inside. Her spit already a sugary blend of muffin and precum.

“Mmmmhm.” Celestia replied while her nose drew in breath with deep heaves. The massive alicorn pushed against his muzzle and suckled at his tongue, drawing it out as Cake slowly but surely began to suckle back. The sticky sugarcoated spittle tasted of home and his wife.

They broke their suckling kiss as Celestia pushed him backwards while greedily massaging the tip of his now erect and overflowing member.

“I loove Cake.” Celestia mentioned briefly as she stretched his member to its fullest and teased the tip of his flowing member with her mouth. Cake put his hoof on Celestia's head and ran it across her magical mane. It felt right to see Celestia below his waist, and urged on by his guiding hoof she took his cock inch by inch until she had the full length of his cock gripped in her throat.

“Oh fuck.” He grunted, unable to cope with Celestia’s deep throating for long. His body shivered with a much natural desire to buck and rut mares, and much like waking from a fevered dream Mister Cake eased up into a spray of hot, salty, cum.

He felt his spine shivering and his body tense in a delightful orgasm. Celestia gurgled and swallowed his jizm, but his cock refused to back down, his balls still crackled with magical energies, and the urge to buck Celestia even harder was welling up within him.

Cake pushed her off his raging erection and watched as the princess fell off her chair and onto the floor. Wings scattered and fluttering in all directions the mare had barely found her balance when Mister Cake jumped on her back and pushed his flared stallion cock into her plump posterior.

Celestia wobbled as if her legs were made out of jelly, and moaned as Mister Cake gave her the full length of his enhanced stallionhood - he pushed into her. He bucked her harder and without pause.

The squirming princess seemed to melt into orgasms on the floor. Her finely toned posterior and royal sun cutiemark bounced against his yellow coat in friction and desire while Mister Cake`s eyes focused only on that seductive swan neck craning upwards in front of him.

He loved how it felt against his waist to crush against her supple meat, to feel the warmth of their friction together. The amount of alicorn underneath Mister Cake was almost overwhelming in comparison to his wife, and he could barely reach the base of her wings with his forehooves. The way her royal cavern seemed to twist and grasp at his member could hardly be explained with natural friction alone.

Cake grunted with effort and relaxed into a less frequent but stable rhythm while he prepared for the rising urge to cum as Celestia craned her neck and convulsed in another orgasm. He felt like an animal, he was worse than an animal, and his orgasm was coming. It had buildt inside of him many times with his wife but this one was different. His body was humming like an electric charge and his mind was on fire.

He continued to rut her majesty until his muscles tensed and cum flowed. It was only then as he rested against Celestia's white and royal back while his erection faded that he realized the situation he was in, and quietly resolved to keep things secret.

“You should clean yourself up Celestia. We won't speak of this to anyone. I will go home and take care of my wife. You will find your pet bird thing, and go home yourself. We both need to forget that this ever happened.” He muttered softly into her ear. "Don't forget to send for me."

“I will not forget.” Celestia responded in an almost robotic fashion. She got up from her position on shaking legs, her body was glistening white and reeked of sex. Her hungry eyes revealed a lust for more. “I will go home and forget this ever happened.” She droned on. Her voice was passive and unwavering as she conjured up a magical sphere on the both of them that began to whisk away any trace of their lovemaking.

Mister Cake backed up into the kitchens, feeling a wave of relaxation wash over him as the princess walked out after having magically cleaned every trace of their lovemaking away. He could go home to an ordinary day, he could smile, and he would fuck his wife with no regrets.

Gdocs

Author's Note

So there you have it. The first chapter with more to cum. Hehe.. Dangly parts joke. Leave your comments [Below]

Chapter 2. [M/F] The plot thickens

The evening sun sent glimmers of warmth through the windows of the ponyville town hall, and a tired Mister Cake began packing up the remaining pastries. With practiced hooves he tucked them away in his saddle pack, and as it were he had high hopes for Celestias magical enhancement working wonders for making his wife pregnant. The thought of pregnancy brought his recent outing in mind. Would Celestia get pregnant? The very notion was alien, but his cock had become mottled black and brown with a very animalistic pattern, the head of his shaft flared proudly, and his balls swung low like grapefruits. It made it hard to discard the memory of rutting her like an animal.

Tucking his meatstick underneath his baker overalls worked amicably, and so Mister Cake put on his saddlepack and set out from the town hall and headed back towards sugar cube corner.

The town was overall in a state of searching, what with the princess and most of the populace looking for that pet “Philomena” he was able to sneak past and get into the kitchen backdoor of sugarcube corner without much trouble at all.

“Hi!”

Mister Cake leapt up in surprise, as a flash of pink and cheerful presented herself right in front of him.

“I cleaned up the kitchens in record time, so I decided to spend the extra time in making toast for when you got back. Actually I thought about how you are what you eat. Maybe something crisp with and loads of butter. Actually I just wanted you to name him Toast so he could land with his buttered side up.“

In feeling a mare so close his cock tightened and pulsated. A river of precum began flowing through his cloth. A hug would be the worst right now he thought as he pushed Pinkie away from his face with a nervous laughter. “Hi there Pinkie. Why dont you go find one of your friends to stay the night. Itll probably get loud here, and I don`t want to worry about keeping you awake during our babymaking. You know?” He asked her straight up. There was no time for games.

“Oh? I haven`t heard anything yet. Did you see Nurse Redheart or Granny Smith for a little something to spruce up the juice?”. The pink menace gasped. “Or did you see Zecora?” Curving her front hoof around her chin Pinkie closed in on him once more, raising an eyebrow, and leaning forward as she took a whiff around his neck.

Mister Cake nodded feverishly, but then he shook his head as the cloth around his waist began to throb and bask in its own juice, his cock was bobbing and writhing - begging to be released.

“Look. Pie. Pinkie. Pie.” Mister Cake stuttered out as he shrunk behind his saddlebags. “You really need to sleep somewhere else tonight.“

Pinkie Pie gasped loudly in shock, and looked slightly miffed. “So you did use performance enhancers! I wonder how the baby will turn out now! Probably full of veins and muscles! Like Bulk Biceps!” Pinkie Pie shivered in expectation and then nodded to Mister Cake. “Okay. I finished my chores anyway, so I`ll go sleep over at Applejacks maybe. Or Twillights. She still haven’t experienced a proper Pinkie Pie style sleepover!”

The kitchen back-door slammed shut behind him, and Mister Cake took a deep breath, finally able to relax, it was enough to calm down his throbbing erection now that there weren't any mares in his vicinity. Thank Celestia for small favours. With Pinkie Pie out the door, the stage was set to enjoy a night with his wife.

Mister Cake followed the scent of strawberries, and quietly embraced his wife from behind as she was sitting at the counter. Following Miss Cake`s neckline he had already begun comparing it to Celestia’s vanilla scented odour which seemed much less sweet.

“Lets close early today.” Mister Cake muttered into her ears. She did not one to refuse.

They flipped the closed sign, and with a click the door to Sugarcube corner was locked. The stage was set for his cock to be freed from its restrictive cloth.

With his wife below him, twitching in orgasmic fervor for the second time this day. Mister Cake grunted with effort. Regardless of how wet he had made her and how mind bendingly erect his cock was, it just seemed to never cum.

The hardness around his loins felt less like his old tool. It was a stiff and throbbing with an insistent desire that just grew, and grew, and grew. He groaned and leaned further on top of Missus Cake. He groaned with lust, and ache - unsure of how much time had passed while she purred like a kitten beneath him (obviously she welcomed his newfound stamina with ease).

“That was, was magical.” Miss Cake sighed, and muttered that she loved him as they relaxed on the bed. Mister Cake began to close his eyes. It would have been wonderful to sleep with their bodies mingled together. Only he had yet to cum.

“Fuck!” Mister Cake moaned and continued thrusting into his wife with a frustration. Causing her to giggle and squirm underneath his weight. Mister Cake leaned away from the blue of his wife and settled into watching her cunt juice dribbling and flowing outwards onto her legs. Something was missing. He had never had this kind of stamina before, so clearly the magical gift had worked wonders, but it needed something more than a willing mare.

His thoughts trailed back to Celestia. The princess had seemed so willing, eager, and lustful for him. In comparison to his wife which was more of a compliant pillow. To be fair on her, they had been doing this for weeks, and the sex had grown rather stale as of late.

“I just need. Some rest. Catch my breath.” He told his wife. She moaned in retort, and scooted over to observe his erect stallionhood with newfound glee. “Do you need some encouragement?”

“Maybe.” Mister Cake muttered. “Could you stroke it some.”

Missus Cake nodded, and began to massage his cock as Mister Cake began to think of things to try and turn himself on more. Lewd lingerie, and just the shapely, comfortable, and enduring features of his wife had worked before, but now it was more of a grey area. He needed something fresh and exciting.

The pink, muffin shaped mane of his wife did reminded him of Pinkie Pie. They had equally bubbly manes, but she was younger, inexperienced, and the way she usually ate pastries. Imagining the mouth of Pinkie wrapped around his large bagel, sent a shiver coursing through his body. A magical shiver.

“Yea, suck on it. Faster.” Mister Cake exhaled, feeling that familiar and that familiar rising sensation begun to build back up. “Okay. I think I`m ready.”

He watched missus Cake turn over once more, and plunged into her with newfound voracity while clinging to the pinkness of her mane and tail to spur on his fantasy, but he constantly saw the blue of her skin. Blue, blue. His mind turned to princess Luna and instantly his cock seemed to tremble with magical energies as he pushed his wife into the bedding of their bed. Such an uncouth princess. He imagined speaking dirty words about her sister into her ear as they fucked on a bedding made out of - stars and moons. He came.

Relinquishing volley after volley of thick musky semen as he plunged into her a final throb of excitement that sent semen splattering over the thighs of his already sleepy wife. Happy with the result Mister Cake collapsed onto the bedding. Feeling tired beyond tired.

Mister Cake grunted into a semi awakened state while eyeing a white, fogging, dreamveil in front of him. “Hello?” The veil grew shades of dark and ominous, and as he walked in this black and white world. “Cake!” A lustful moan echoed at him from a distance, and so he ran towards it. Anything was better than wandering this endless waste.

“Hello?!” Mister Cake squinted as if trying to pierce the veil, and then hurried on towards a darker patch of mist.

The mist grumbled back. “Mares...” before it thickened and another moan echoed from its interior, the black parts of the fog assembled slowly, eventually taking the form of a skeletal frame before it collapsed. Then it rose once more with patches of white fog clinging on the framework that it had built for itself until eventually a pony stared back at him.

The fog pony that had just risen before Mister Cakes eyes began expanding. Shaping itself into the white curvaceous goddess that was Celestia, except she had a bigger underbelly. A pregnant underbelly. Her tits lactated and flowed with juices untold yet even with child the princess gazed upon him hungrily. Her eyes transfixed on his lower body like a predator.

“Give me more Cake!” The princess greedily crashed into him and pinned him down before raking her cunt against his loins with lust. He fell, and the pregnant mare that appeared to be Celestia embraced his stallionhood. Suckling, moaning, and begging him to cum once more.

“Fuck.” He leaned back as Celestia milked him. A river of cum flowed, and he heard more females echoing around him. His wife appeared out of thin air and leaned into the suckling princess while licking off the scraps as if she only had worship on her mind.

He had no words to say other than an animalistic grunt of pleasure as their massage made him cum once more until they vanished and Mister Cake once more began to fall. Further and further into the darkness.

Clutching his rapidly pounding heart Mister Cake looked down the sheets of his bedding to his significant other and shuddered. Was the dream good or bad? Was it indicative of some sort? How do you interpret dreams? This was silly. He was just a Baker, and Celestia had promised to remove this enhancement by the end of the week. He just needed to find a way to pass time without overly compromising his cock.

Mister Cake made his way downstairs. Six days seemed far away, so he thought of the ponyville hospital. Surely they had something? He could strap some rubber on, and maybe it'd be an uncomfortable set of days, but it'd be safe right?

After tying a fresh baking cloth over his already swelling morning wood, Mister Cake set about preparing daffodills for his beloved. Meticulously he set out to roast some pre-baked croquettes. It was strange working with a constant erotic thump following his every move, and thankfully Pinkie had yet to return. This was doable for now. Mister Cake shivered, and feeling faint he turned to see that Missus Cake had woken up.

“Morning.” He muttered with a sigh of relief. “Im baking some bread, and Ive cut up your daffodils just like you want them.”

She gazed back at him. Appearing thankful and yet reserved. “Are you alright?” She approached with concern.

“Yes..” He nodded back to his beloved but paused as he began trying to think of an excuse. “But I think my back was hurting when I woke up. I should go see a doctor just in case.”

“I think that would be for the best that you visit Nurse Redheart as soon as possible.” She rubbed a hoof on his back, contemplating something. “That was quite the session last night. I'll go to the Ponyville Spa and reserve some time for you to get the absolute best chances of a quick recovery. We can’t take any risks.”

Mister Cake couldn't find any reasonable way of refusing her, so he blindly accepted, and went off towards the hospital after finishing breakfast with his darling. Now he just needed to figure out how to approach Nurse Redheart with his pulsating predicament. She already acted as their pregnancy counselor, so thankfully it wouldn’t feel embarrassing for him to ask for Redheart’s whereabouts.

Cake felt his nervousness acting up, but by taking deep breaths through his nose and clenching his teeth he was able to keep it suppressed. “Hi” He mumbled as he opened the door leading into Nurse Redhearts office. “I uhm.”

He turned away from her gaze and made sure the door behind him was properly closed shut before once more looking to Nurse Redheart. She`d always been like this. Dressed in a white cap with the red cross of her cutiemark sewed on. It was morning however, so the nurse was sipping a from a “happy doctor” cup of coffee.

Nurse Redheart nodded to him. Her lips curved around the cup as she sipped from the cup once more. It was hard not to feel his erection begin to squirm.

“Yes. Mister Cake. What can I do to help you? Is it about your wife?”

“No - Yes. Its about. It is about performance enhancers.”

The air fumed and rumbled around the two as Mister Cake furrowed his brow and looked away with embarrassment.

“So you can`t get an erection or?” Nurse Redheart inquired.

Mister Cake shook his head. “What happens when you -- take too much, and perform too well?”

Shivering in unwanted delight Mister Cake looked down to the now soaking, warm bit of the chefs overall and then he looked up to Nurse Redheart. Well aware over how silly the whole thing was. “Do you have anything to help with.. You know. A prolonged erection.”

“Let me see.” The nurse replied with a level head and practical mind as she got up from behind her desk, and wandered closer. “Get up on the patient bedding, and untie your clothing so I can assess the damage. In some cases we can just give you a remedy in the form of a pill or two, but if it is too far gone then it`ll need surgery.“

Mister Cake scooted up into the bedding, hoping surgery would not be required over his magical penis. The chef`s cloth had been tied hard, and it took effort to unravel the knot as each thug sent further shivers down his back. It was a pure, yet unwarranted delight to slowly unwrap the cloth around his fifth leg.

“I’ve seen one before. Go on.” Nurse Redheart`s voice gave room for embarrassment. After all he was about to be exposing his tool in front of yet another mare that was not his wife nor a goddess. He opened up the cloth, and took interest in the soaked piece of clothing.

With the last piece of cloth removed, a chill of fresh air surrounded Mister Cake`s humid stallionhood. Nurse Redheart however pulled out her measuring stick, and approached him with concern and medical science in mind.

“This looks..” The large slab of deep red greeted her with veins of blood and leaking fluids seeping from its tip. It throbbed in reaction to the measuring stick. Squirting its juices over her inspecting tool and onto her hoof.

“Sorry. It`s been acting like that since I woke up.”

“My fault for not taking the usual precautions. -- Its just. I.” Her eyes seemed to bulge and widen as her thoughts stopped dead in its medicinal tracks. Nurse Redheart looked up at Mister Cake and smiled. “This seems perfectly healthy. You just need a release. There are some magazines in the sperm donor room, and a few alternative methods, like a gentle prostate massage if you should need it. Since this is not a regular donation, I`ll just go get the magazines while you sit here.”

Mister Cake nodded as she left, however his eyes were still following the sway of Nurse Redheart`s effeminate body. Mister Cake cursed his newfound weakness, wiped drool of his chin, and set about preparing himself for her return.

Left alone to look at his erection Mister Cake insisted to himself that it wasnt like that. She was a nurse for Celestias sake. A professional with healing hooves.

Mister Cake paused as he felt his erection harden, and as he began stroking his stallionhood all he could do was imagine Nurse Redheart. The perverse thoughts that had appeared were too fresh in his mind.

Just moments earlier Nurse Redheart had sipped from her cup of coffee. Well instead of coffee Mister Cake imagined her licking the tip of his cock. Just thinking of Nurse Redheart`s bountiful lips eclipsing his wet slab of meat sent shivers of delight coursing through his body.

It had been too long of a time without release, and so Mister Cake`s mind became wrapped in a dreamlike haze. The ecstasy of desire flourished. He needed release, and as a nurse she would without a doubt professionally swallow all of it, and never spill a single drop. Which was unlike Celestia who was a messy eater, or his wife who was inexperienced with overt amounts of cum.

*click, cathcack!*

The doors opened, and Mister cake flinched in surprise. His cock, overflowing with juice throbbed and flinched with the rest of its body. Slinging juice from the patient bed all the way over to the entrance where his fantasy Nurse stood in the flesh.

“Nurse. I.” Mister Cake began, as the situation began to cool down. Nurse redheart`s blue eyes widened in a sort of shock, as she stood at the entrance with his precum dribbling from her hat and mane. It was leaking down from the sides of her ears, and flowed like a river down her neck.

“It`s fine.” Nurse Redheart entered the room, threw the magazines on the floor, and then closed the door in silence.

“You just need to donate some, and it will go away.” Nurse Redheart took off her nurse hat, and unleashed her mane as she began began to climb the patient bed.

Mister Cake tried to shy away, but sat rooted on the bed by virtue of embarrassment and desire both in conflict with each others.

Nurse Redheart wasted no time as she pushed Mister Cake down, and began straddling him with a look of hunger running across her face.

Mister Cake wanted to plead and beg her to not indulge herself. He was a married stallion and his cock was only pledged to one mare, but not a word would come as Nurse Redheart began massaging his flared cock back and fourth with her wet slit. She stuck her tongue inside his mouth and began sucking on the jizz still trickling down her head.

Nurse Redheart moaned as she pressed her slit against the tip of his cock and pushed herself against it like a sleeve. Her pink mane was already in disarray. Her cunt was a tight and pink octopus sucling and clinging to his cock. Up and down the pair grinded against each others and heated friction began to build up into a terrible climax...

Gdoc

Author's Note

The plot thickens indeed. Saving the aftermath for chapter 3.

Chapter 3 part 1/2. (Tentacles) What Celestia wrought.

Cake stared at the white layer of fog covering up the ground he walked on, and he felt the warmth from the ground spreading across his body while he wondered what was underneath the fog, but any attempt at brushing it aside or blowing it away just dug up more fog.

He wasn't quite sure what to think of his situation as his last memories was that he had been fucking Nurse Redheart, reached a satisfying climax, leaned back, and now he was here. There was a sky above him, stretched across the foggy landscape, but it was darker, and it kept twitching as if there was boiling water underneath the surface, the sky also had no moon, and the pale imitation of stars that coated the darkness just made it all the more unsettling.

There was a building in the distance, a pale white manor that stood out against the endless fog like a sore thumb, and the longer he delayed, the more his eyes kept wandering towards it as if a part of him could not resist wondering why it was in front of him. In the end he settled into the thought that it was better to check it out than sit on his ass doing nothing.

The white manor seemed to warp itself around him as he walked towards the towering large doors that made up it’s entrance - he knocked twice, but got no answer, and in getting no answer he tried to open them. The door was light as a feather to his touch, and easy to open up for its size.

Cake gasped in shock and covered his eyes as the vibrant colors inside the manor struck him, red tapestry, and gold gleaming from the light of glowing lamps. He blinked profusely and let the moment pass while he looked towards a less vibrant shape near the entrance.

He was a teal coated pony wearing an orange tuxedo with golden stitching, and he also bore a well trimmed mustache with twirls at the end, but the soul wrenching empty gaze and wisps of fog oozing from his joints made it quite clear that this was not a pony at all.

Cake stepped inside and nodded back at the fog pony as he looked past it's hollow shape into the bright hallway. Welcoming scents filled his nostrils that seemed to blend well with the humidity and warmth that seemed to permeate the landscape. This was the kind of scent you'd get within a bakery after a hard days work, the scents he picked up were a legion of flavors, and his tongue smacked with the aftertaste of sugar.

He felt a twinge of guilt then, but at the same time a sense of resilience had been swelling from within as thoughts bubbled through the surface about how it wasn't as if he intended to keep this all a secret. Cup Cake would understand when he eventually explained everything to her.

"Hello?" He yelled out, suddenly wondering if there were anypony here at all. His instincts lead him forward, and he remembered how he had been here before. "The annual Canterlot Master Baker Bakeoff," he hissed in a whisper as the realization dawned on him.

He had competed here, and placed damn well with his cutiemark enhanced carrot cake, ,but as he tried thinking back at the details of the contest everything seemed to slipp away in a foggy haze. The only thing he managed to hold on to was that sexy judge he had briefly flirted with. Fleur had been a right prim and proper mare, she had a pink and white color scheme that reminded him of Celestia, and she'd been wearing a red tightly fitting dress that drew his eyes towards her behind.

Cake shook his head from those thoughts and perked his ears as he heard sounds coming from the main hall. It sounded like the beating of a heart, but underlining the beat he heard the slush and squelching of raw sex. He hurried into the main hall and gazed across the set of tables filled with prize food put forward for judges to rate, and his eyes were drawn towards a black shape on top of the winners table. Her onyx body and starlit mane was like a beacon for the eyes, and she stood out against the red, gold and white flowing within the room.

“Luna?!!” Cake yelled out in disbelief.

Luna’s body was warped and slick with neon green fluids as a glistening mass of tentacles flowed around her in a tight hug. These dark green tentacles arched out from under her and plugged every hole, all while contracting and expanding to what Cake could only describe as the beating of it’s heart.

Luna could hardly speak or moan as one of these tentacles had snaked its way into her muzzle and her throat bulged from the pressure. Her body bucked and trembled violently, her stomach bloating with tentacle fluids, while a heated wave of air that could only be described as energy pulsed and shimmered around them.

She hardly seemed aware of anything, her body was simply acting to the tentacle abuse, and with every wave of energy the fog seemed to flow into the surroundings to patch up bits and feeding the environment around them.

Cake let surprise fall and his anger flow. He bolted for the table and barreled into the monster. He stomped and tore at the veins that held Luna's mouth before he began pulling at the slick and slimy creature.

He thought he heard a squeal of pain, and the table underneath him rumbled as he struggled with the beast. He roared in triumph as Luna’s throat was freed, and then the world blurred, his head snapped backwards.

The tentacle slapped him like a whip, but Cake wasn't interested in fighting the tentacle itself. He rammed Luna's bloated body and pushed her away from the beast. She fell of the table, clearly still alive and gasping for air while thick streams of tentacle spunk vomited out of her every hole.

Cake didn’t feel the pain from being slapped until the monster snapped around him like a coiled viper. Cake struggled to free himself, but everything pressed down against him. The pressure from the tentacle coiled around him was immense, his chest was on fire, and before long all he could do was endure and fight the desperate urge to draw breath while slick fluids were being coaxed into his skin.

The monster was stronger than Cake had ever thought something could be, he whinnied in defeat as the tip of large tentacle that held his legs and chest locked in place began caressing his muzzle. It’s shapely tendrils, wet with fluids, and warm from their heated embrace began exploring, and Cake could do nothing as something akin to a tongue began exploring the space between his tail and buttock. He grimaced as a large slick and wet tongue licked, and cupped itself around his balls.

Cake let the wave of helplessness wash over him as his cock began to respond to the heated embrace. He felt the goosebumps of anticipation running all across his back, and then the tentacle teasing his rump pierced through his protesting and clenched ass-cheeks. He felt like canned goods, hugged tightly as every part of him shivered with arousal from being milked.

He heaved desperately for air to continue the struggle, but a tentacle entered his mouth with the speed of a viper. He felt a pop, as his jaw unhinged itself to the pressure of the tentacle, and he suckled air greedily through flaring nostrils while the delicious taste of tentacle juice filled his mouth. The tentacle tasted of baked goods, and before it could overstay its welcome it changed to a different pastry.

Cake felt his vision blur and prayed he would faint, while waves of pleasure and hot tentacle jizz began exploding inside of him alongside a rising desperate need for air. His cock throbbed and ached, and his body bucked violently as stream upon stream of hot tentacle cum flooded his system. He was aware that this creature was going to fuck him until he collapsed, and then some.

He couldn't stop bucking wildly against the tentacle gripping his cock, his body was working on instinct alone, his ass was on fire with an ecstasy that he hadn't never felt or even considered before, and the hot poker bulging and throbbing in his throat was becoming more and more like a taste of heaven. Everything seemed a blur as his mind faded into a cum crazed haze.

The creatures thoughts began flowing through him like a gentle massage, and he saw the creature wrapping itself around Celestia. She had been lusting for more Cake and grown a monster out of his dream realm to sate herself. The creature showed him how her magic had drawn on his inner animal, coaxed it into into existence, and how her desires for more had mutated that into tentacles.

Cake reached within himself and grabbed hold of the familiar warmth that had flooded his system on Celestia’s urging. The magic responded, and the tentacle monster writhed, no longer in control. Cake felt as if his mind was being kneaded like a dough, as he teased the last bit of tentacle fog monster into his mouth and swallowed.

His body was on fire as unknown energies warped around him. His body throbbed with heat, but he kept his mind firm while the warmth tightened around his cock. His tool ballooned in a sudden burst of growth, and Cake marveled at his new foreskin. It felt more sensitive than usual, and spiraled like a screw with sensitive grooves.

His precum splattered the ground with intense force, and Cake took in the sight of his broad, flat-tipped member now larger than he could have ever imagined as he stroked his massive cock eagerly. He reveled in the waves of pleasure that washed over him as his hooves darted up and down the sheath, smearing precum all over his bestial cock.

He was amazing, he felt amazing, and as he looked around, enormous penis aching with need, his eyes fell on Luna, and that was when he felt the full weight of his awakened stallionhood as it wafted in the air under him. His tentacle-infused foreskin began to retract and expand around his equine erection, and the tip of his shaft that now dangled between his forelegs urging him towards Lunas shapely figure.

“We will create a bond that goes beyond gender.” Cake uttered without a hint of irony while an extremely potent flow of dark energy surged from his balls through his spine and darted out from his tongue. He embraced the dark sensations and depraved thoughts that were swirling inside of him. She was going to become his Night Bitch, and she was going to enjoy every second of it.

Author's Note

And so what goes around comes around.

I had multiple versions of how Cake would end up, but it all hinges on him ending corrupt, so figured it wouldn't be worth beating about the bush too much when it comes to him, and rather take my time with the others. Because corruption gentlemen. Corruption spreads ;)

This is not yet proofread or properly spellchecked.

--- Chapter 3 part 2/2 (Princest futa, Growth expansion, tentacle, mindbreak, femdom) What Celestia wrought.

Cake felt a hunger flowing over his body as he wrestled with the idea of fucking Luna’s unconscious body. He could taste the urge to mate with the alicorn goddess as she lay there defenseless and unconscious in a rather revealing posture. His mouth watered at the sight of her drooling cunt still dripping wet with tentacle juice, and a part of him thought she had looked better with tentacles intimately pounding her every hole.

He also felt a tinge of fear, like a virgin on his very first date. He wasn't fully aware of what he was up against, but his cock felt amazing and his entire body thrummed with the need to do something.

Cake decided to delay the inevitable and take it slow, so he took a step forward and bathed his nose inside Luna’s star coated tail and there he took in her scent. He touched her cutiemark with his muzzle and wiped his drool on her moon, and as he did that something began to tingle in the back of his mind like a thought out of reach.

He reached for the thought, and the closer he got to whatever it was Luna’s body seemed to glow with a terrifying bright light. He felt as if something was there beyond his sight actively opposed to what was going to take place. It looked like a shimmering thin layer of dark green essence poking and prodding around Luna’s pure and unspoiled essence.

Cake marveled at the sight that came to him as thoughts that previously escaped him swirled to the surface. The thoughts talked about how the tentacle beast had forced itself upon her for hours on end yet it had not managed anything close to what it had with himself.

He felt sadness then - that Luna hadn't surrendered to this unending pleasure. His gaze traveled from Luna’s shimmering core to his cock as it twitched, and more precum spilled onto the ground and something deep inside Cake spoke. It was a voice that told him that he needed allies on his side - preferably as corrupt and debased as he had turned out himself.

Cake licked his lips with anticipation. He could do worse than an alicorn.

“This is a dream right? Just a dream.” Cake said to himself as the unreal absurdity of it all doubled down on him. He stood frozen for a time, heaving for air as if he was drowning. The air around him made his body feel incredibly moist, and boundless energy seemed to flow through him. His mind felt like one of his muffin dough’s laid to rest on a table after a harsh round of kneading. A dark whisper thrummed through his mind. “You have already accepted your role. You are going to rule over all of Equestria as the alpha stallion. Doubt, fear, and apprehension does not become you. Accept your purpose.”

The voice spoke like melted chocolate, and with every word Cake felt as if expecting an orgasm for the ages. This orgasm would take his soul with it, but his knees buckled under the intensity of the expectation, and as they buckled he fell on Luna's bum.

He landed hooves spread over her waist and felt her butt on his chest as it cushioned the fall. There he struggled to stay on top of Luna’s soft unconscious booty as something deeply instinctive told him that he couldn’t refuse his desires any longer. He was still half orgasmic with pleasures, still aching with a throbbing need. He had to fuck this unconscious mare, or he was going to go insane.

Cake lifted Luna’s ass upwards in a violent swoop, and mechanically spread her hind legs into an acceptable welcoming posture before he set about plunging his oversized stallion-hood into her tentacle violated depths. He didn’t feel great about it, but that didn’t matter anymore. He plunged into her depths with his overgrown horsecock and felt Luna’s depths tight around his bloated proportions.

He needed to cum desperately, and he felt his entire body quaking with the need. Celestia’s magic had warped his old purpose, and this was now his life - cumming inside Luna was now his purpose. He was going to spread his seed across Equestria, he was going to turn the alicorn princesses into his personal cumdumpsters, and he was starting with the princess of darkness.

His cum sloshed into Luna's depths, but his orgasm had was withheld. Cake growled with pent up sexual frustration, and his body still quaked with need as the dark whispers coaxed his mind further.

He withdrew from Luna's cunt and lowered his head towards the dripping mare-hood as the voices commanded. He began to lick her clit slowly at first but picked up the pace with mechanical disinterest. The taste of cum flowing from her cunt was sweet - very much honeyed and corrupt like the tentacle fluids.

The voice spoke as Cake worked his tongue along the dark and sensitive layers of Luna’s cunt. The tentacles that made up his foreskin ran up and down the length of his ever erect shaft. He reveled in how the tentacles around his cock were coaxing out globules of precum faster and better than his hooves ever could. Desire beat at his mind like a wild animal, and Cake drooled with delirium.

He felt the beat of a giant drum thrumming through his body, and he steadied himself to the beat while cleaning Luna’s cunt - focusing on her clit. He could feel it swell, he could feel how it twitched and responded to the touch of his tongue.

Luna moaned, and her body began twitching in spasms as it began reacting to his tongue. The dark pressure in his head told him he needed her awake for this, but he still did not see how he could fight her head on. He needed a real edge he thought, and the dark pressure inside his head answered back that it was going to give an edge to him.

Cake continued suckling Luna’s onyx nub and felt it bloat and expand against his tongue. The clit that had been a mere inch in size grew, and the more he used his tongue the more it swelled.

He was quick to pick up on what the darkness wanted him to do and began bobbing his head against Luna’s ever expanding clit. It was still relatively small right now, but highly sensitive to the administration of his tongue.

Cake continued sucking until he gagged trying to take on the full the size of Luna's clit and the voices sent his mind body into orgasmic flames.

He stumbled to his feet, aching with need. His cock felt like a brick of overly sensitive steel. The tentacles were easing out a steady stream of gurgling precum down his forelegs, and it didn’t take long before they dropped the pretense and reached out towards Luna's face.

Cake hesitated just a second before obeying and watched as the tendrils wrapped themselves around Luna’s face. The tentacles first cupped themselves around her cheeks and pushed the head of his cock into her now open mouth, and then they began easing it inside of her.

Luna's throat felt tight around his bloating member, and Cake arched his back - eyes lolling in a spiral of unending pleasure. He moaned, reveling in the tingling sensation while corrupted precum flowed from his large manhood into Luna’s throat and felt amazing.

The star's on Luna's mane began to fade, and the remnants flowed alongside Cake's cock. The tentacles gripping her head gave him a world of pleasure as beads of light exploded around him.

Cake stumbled and dragged Luna’s unconscious body with him as the dark pressures on his mind began releasing all valves - flashes of green lightning rippled across his body and flowed into Luna through her head. He arched his back further as a delayed orgasm he had been waiting for rolled across the surface of his body.

Luna seemed to shrink, and Cake rose feeling more powerful than ever. He looked around, and everything seemed to be smaller. His coat was pale like the fog and felt like sunshine to his touch - a transparent rainbow of colors flowed from his mane.

Cake sighed as the lusts that had previously dominated every fabric of his being no longer actively pushed him. He could finally think again. He felt a weak throbbing sensation from his loins - an ever present reminder of what he had done. He gasped in shock as he noticed the orange sun on his haunches, and that was when he realized what had happened.

“Tia?” Luna’s weak question barely carried past her lips, but still echoed in his ears.

“Yes.” Cake managed to utter with a tinge of discomfort. His voice felt oddly feminine, and laced with faux motherly affection that carried with it a promise that he’d do everything to make things alright.

“You saved me right? I feared that tentacle beast would have had me in its thrall before you showed up.”

“Luna, is this your dream?” Cake asked as he walked towards Luna, near stumbling from how foreign it was to walk around as an alicorn. His wings spread to balance him, and Luna embraced him as he closed in on her.

“What? No. I think this is your dream Tia. You were behaving strange when you returned from Ponyville, so I decided to visit your dreamscape. Some horrible tentacle beast ambushed me,” Luna shivered in Cake’s embrace.

“The beast sodomized me until I fainted, and I can still feel it’s cum on my lips.” Luna moaned, and her body shivered as she hulked on Cake’s shoulder.

He thought he should feel bad for the mare, but then he caught the scent of his cum and remembered the pleasure he had felt from sticking his cock down her throat.

“There, there,” Cake said, grinning wickedly behind Luna’s back as she rubbed her muzzle against his shoulder. “I’ll make you feel better. Just relax. I am here now. Let it all out.”

Cake could feel Luna’s barriers weakening as she hugged him tightly and bawled like a filly. He felt thrilled over deceiving the Lunar Goddess into thinking he was Celestia.

Luna eventually calmed down, taking deep calming breaths as she spoke. “I remember thinking of you while it raped me. You've birthed foals of your own now, and I am jealous of that prize student of yours Twilight Sparkle wielding the elements of harmony.”

“and?” Cake asked back, barely aware through the pleasure he was feeling. He leaned against Luna, dragging her down underneath him and sensing her engorged clit rubbing against his stallion hood.

Luna’s tear streaked eyes met his and he could see the corruption in them swirling around the core of her eyes in an almost hypnotic fashion. “Pray tell what is the meaning of this cock.” Luna’s look of confusion and surprise set the stage.

“Have you not felt yours?” Cake said as he rubbed his hoof against Luna’s engorged clit. “You have to grow it the rest of the way yourself, but it’s quite cute on you.”

Luna squirmed as Cake rubbed against her engorged clit. She let out a low guttural moan of pleasure tinged with grief. “‘Tis not natural. Tia, we must be under a spell...”

“This is your dream Luna, a fantasy of yours,” Cake said, his effeminate words dripping with anticipation. He licked his lips and thought of Luna’s cock as the writhing tentacle foreskin began to interact with her clit.

“Tia. Please..”

Luna’s eyes widened as Cake spoke the words. “The truth is you wanted to be sodomized by that beast and now you want to be fucked by your sister just because she has a cock. You are a depraved slut and a broodmare. You ache with lust every time you pass a stallion until you can barely move. Your lips will dry, and your eyes constantly seek to their flanks like an animal in heat.”

Cake let fly his wicked grin and continued to rub Luna’s throbbing clit. She had surrendered to his administrations and merely looked up at him with a lost hapless gaze, her defenses broken, and her mind willing to accept his every word. “You’ll go to bed to sate your need, as deep down you know that you are a princess, and they are only commoners, after all. Nothing except my cock and your hooves will satisfy your pristine cunt. You will remember the feeling of it as I fuck you and grow one like from your engorged clit, but you are not worthy to breed.”

“Instead you will train them all for the coming of my cock. You’ll begin by cajoling them because you are too shy, but soon you’ll skip that part and start to order them. You’ll start to scare them, and when that doesn’t work you’ll whip them, and break them until these slobbering cumdumpsters start fucking each others brainless in worship of my glory.” Cake took a deep breath and felt the chill of glistening sweat all over his body. Something had taken hold of him and given him the words. He had spoken them like possessed.

“I will have this now.” Luna grunted as she heaved her bottom half upwards and arched her bottom half towards Cake’s cock.

“Really?” Cake deadpanned and followed the movement as Luna smeared the tip of his cock across her salivating pussy, then he pushed himself into her once more, and fucked her until he came.

Nurse Tenderheart winced with surprise as she heard the door to Redheart's office clattered as if struck, and the paper bag containing her lunch fell to the floor. Tenderheart had wondered what sort of treatment would take this long - as she had seen her leave with a patient this morning, but she’d not come back down for a new patient yet. She flinched as another lewd squeal rang through her ears. Her back shivered and for a moment she stood rooted in place as an unmistakably loud moan ran through her ears.

Tenderheart licked her dry lips as she tried to think of her next step. Nurse Redheart was her friend, her colleague for years, and never before had she seen or heard about such a breach in etiquette within Ponyville hospital. Tenderheart shook her head in disbelief as she heard the grunts and slaps echoed in her ears while the shock of it all passed through her head - this was so unlike Redheart that it felt surreal.

Maybe she had heard wrong. Maybe it wasn't Redheart at all, but someone was borrowing her office while she was out somewhere.

There was only one way to find out.

Tenderheart licked her dry lips and pressed her ears against the door. She sat down and felt the smooth and hard surface of the door, she felt the keyhole rubbing against her ears, and the smell of hot sex oozing from the room filled her nose.

She tugged her hoof against her nurse uniform and removed the top button on her collar to get some cool air as she rested against the door. She hissed as she struggled with the second button. Her soaked hoof was now dripping wet, overflowing from her marejuices. It was a struggle not to tear her clothes off. She fought through and sighed as the clothing fell away. She moaned - low at first, but the fear of being discovered quickly vanished. She slid her hoof across her cunt and sparks flew across her body.

Tenderheart was half blind and delirious with desire as the door she leaned against opened and she fell. There she lay squirming like a lowly worm, her body already soaked and ready - prostrating before Mister Cake. He looked different with that burgeoning stallion-hood. That wiry, pulsating cock glistening with jizz - seemed to her a cure for all her bodily needs.

She stuck out her tongue and sucked at the tip - eyes lolled backward in untold pleasure. The scent was as overpowering as the taste, and she gagged as he pushed it into her throat. Her eyes bulged, and tears streaked her cheeks as thick streams of cum flooded into her system. Her nose burned, and her body heaved for air - then everything began to tickle, her vision darkened.

"She will do nicely as a chicken. Find a place for her at the hospital and bring me her eggs when she starts laying them."

"Yes, master Cake."

Author's Note

And so chapter 3 ends on a high note. The hardest chapter is done, and it should be smooth sailing from here.

Chapter 4: Sugar Slut Corner. (M/F, M/F/F, “mind break”, bimbofication, dom, and baked goods).

The Ponyville Spa seemed devoid of customers when Cake entered. He nodded towards Lotus Blossom as he entered and surveyed the area. “Not many here during lunch times is there?” He said with a thoughtful expression.

That blue coat on a mare was sexy, and her laid back pink mane gave her a rather exotic look. He loved the collar on her neck, and almost betrayed his true nature as he stepped up and took in her scent fully. “I am your one o'clock.”

Lotus backed away from him but quickly resumed a more professional visage. “Yes, madame Cup Cake told us you were to have the full treatment. My sister has prepared the steam room for you. She is waiting for you. Just head in,” Lotus Blossom said as she pointed him towards a corridor leading into the spa interior.

“Thank you,” Cake replied. He walked in a relaxed manner and stared into the spa facilities, where he discovered much to his pleasure that it was as empty as he had expected it to be. “Ah! Monsieur Cake. Over here!” The pink coated sibling of Lotus said to him from a distance. She was the more alluring and mature of the two. Aloe had kept the same style as her sister, with the enticing collar and drawn back mane, but Cake had a feeling she might be the most agreeable of the two.

Cake followed Aloe into the steam room and felt the hot air waft against his body. He quietly laid down on the prepared bench and rested on his growing erection. His lips felt dry against the heated air, and he leaned in as Aloe’s hooves caressed his back and the mare began feeling him out.

Cake sighed and concentrated on the sensation her hooves gave him and sighed. “Not many stallions visit your establishment,” he mentioned to the mare as she continued to push against his body. The massage felt pathetic when compared to how the tentacle had squeezed him out of proportion, but it would serve well enough.

He could already feel his throbbing erection grow more intense and the wetness of his precum mixing with the sweat from his body.

“We have some, but they come only rarely, and only if their backs are hurting,” Aloe said in a casual tone as she began to pant slightly with the effort of her massage.

Cake grinned and took a sniff of the air to confirm his suspicions. The warm air burned his nostrils, and he could feel the scent from his previous engagement with the two Ponyville nurses was beginning to dominate the air around him. He thought about how Aloe’s pink hooves were touching his sweaty back, and how he was glistening with magical corrupting residue.

“Keep it up Aloe. Especially around the lower back.” Cake said as he felt her hoof massage faltering. How long had it been? He wondered. Ten minutes? Half an hour? He had been concentrating on maintaining a meditative outward calm so as to not betray his throbbing erection, and he was suppressing the growing need to ravage the mare now leaning against him. Aloe was already panting openly in lurid sexual undertones.

“I am.. sorry, Monsieur Cake.” Aloe said with an effort, as she continued her massage on his lower back. “I don’t know what is coming over me.”

“Yes. You don’t have many proper stallions in here, so I suppose you’d not often have the chance to feel like a mare in heat during work.”

“What?” Aloe replied in surprise. “I am sorry. I dunno what you…”

Her words stopped as Carrot Cake rose and shifted his weight so as to reveal his throbbing cock. It throbbed as the hot air from the steam-room hit his sensitive shaft fully. “You go on about full treatment, but you’ve yet to touch me properly.”

Aloe blinked her eyes with confusion. Her jaw slackened, and drool now dripped from her lips. Her eyes began bulging with a hint of mental hypnosis as she focused her attention on his shaft and held her breath. The pink mare leaned slightly backward, heaving heavily in the steaming air as her front hooves fidgeted. She knew what she wanted, but didn't quite have the courage to do it in front of him yet.

“Yes. Full treatment. My wife paid good bits for what she thought was a right and proper whore, but you’re just teasing everypony with your massages and treatments.”

Aloe moaned, a low lust filled moan as she wriggled her body uncomfortably, and then she nodded. “I am sorry. Of course you will get the full treatment,” she said as she smiled up at him.

“A stallion should not have to ask you to touch his cock when he has paid for the full treatment.” Aloe nodded in compliance as she wrapped her hooves around his cock.

Cake slapped her hooves away. “Don’t tease me anymore, turn around,” he said and rose from his sitting posture. “I am going to get my moneys worth by fucking you.”

Aloe nodded to his command and rose with a smile and the glint of fervor her eyes. Carrot Cake got to take in the full view of her swelling mare-hood. He licked it, tasted the salt corrupted juices of her cunt, and commenting on the taste, and then he mounted her.

She moaned as he rested against her blue mane and nibbled her on the neck, next he toyed with her collar, and all the while he thrust into her deeply. “You know that this is your true calling. Collared like a bitch, urging on any stallion that fucks you. You want my cum you dirty bitch, you want all the cum, and you want to offer your cunt to every stallion that comes here paying for it. That is your dream, and you know your sister wants this too.”

Aloe quivered as he spoke. A low lustful "Yes," escaped her lips in between the soft moaning. "I. I am a lowly cumdump."

Carrot Cake could feel her struggling to stand as he increased his pace. He felt the tension rise in his balls, and a twitch of pain followed as he reached climax. Aloe shuddered and smiled at him, her face twisted in orgasmic glee while cum foamed its way into her eager snatch.

He felt tired and leaned back at the massage bench. His cock was still semi-erect, but the pain in his balls was a quiet reminder not to overdo himself. “I know you want to lick the cum off your cunt and clean my cock. I need you to share a kiss with your sister and talk to her about your dreams.”

“Welcome back!” Pinkie Pie said with a cheer as confetti sprouted from every direction. “How was the spa?!”

Cake let the pink menace hug him and smiled as she pulled him into a dance while he thought back at the two spa ponies Lotus and Aloe both lost in the worship of his cock. The spa was certainly going to attract more stallions now that those two siblings had gotten to think differently about what full service entailed. “Refreshing,” he replied to Pinkie with a grin on his face. “Has Nurse Redheart been here yet with my eggs?”

Pinkie Pie nodded energetically. “Yes, sir. They seem awfully strange for eggs, all dark green and glowing, and there are only six of them.” Pinkie bounced over the counter and pulled out a woven picnic basket for him to inspect.

Cake opened the lid and admired the pulsating green glow that flowed from Tender hearts eggs. “I’ll want to use them at once! You can mind the counter, and I’ll bake a batch of muffins with these,” he said triumphantly to Pinkie Pie as he took the basket and headed for the kitchens.

He had needed a way to introduce his newfound ways to the population at large, and Tenderheart was his solution to this problem and his first real investment. He had spent a significant amount of energy and transformed her utterly into his purpose. She was to lay eggs for him, and those eggs would then be used to make corrupting pastry - an innocent looking muffin - that would defile the eater without them even suspecting a thing.

Sugarcube Corner would be the start in corrupting, the hearts and, minds of everypony in Ponyville.

Cake began stirring eggs and flour while thinking about how divine Pinkie Pie would become. The elements of harmony themselves should, in theory, be perfectly compatible with sex, lust and pleasures of the flesh.

Laughter, Loyalty, and other assorted strong personality traits were not going to protect these fillies at all. Their bodies and tastes would simply branch into debauchery.

He poured milk into the dry mixture comprised mostly out of flour and thought briefly about the sweet apple acres. Applejack had cows, and corrupted milk to go with eggs and cum. He could boost the effectiveness of his newfound business significantly with corrupted milk.

Cake began rubbing his thighs against his hardening cock while he fantasized about Ponyville losing itself in acts of carnal pleasures, and he thought of his Pinkie Pie organizing gangbangs for more mature fun. The Sugarcube Corner would be a den of carnal desire - all dedicated to his worship.

Cake felt precum splatter against his apron and delighted in the scents rising around him as he poured butter and continued to whisk the dough into proper muffins. He sat down to masturbate as soon as he could and shuddered as his hooves darted up and down his sensitive foreskin.

He settled into the masturbation and felt his balls churning up more corrupted seed like a factory. They seemed to have grown slightly, and his sheath had definitively become more sensitive after fucking Aloe. It might have grown an inch too, but it was hard to tell while he trembled through waves of pleasure.

Cake pointed his cock into the bowl, and his cum began to spill into the bowl in large globs of bubbling goop. The scent that came from the eggs and his cum mixed together was a musky scent that reeked of sex.

He adjusted his apron and let his shaft ooze in the air of his kitchen as he poured fine sugar into another bowl, intending to make some of his cum a part of the cream.

Pinkie Pie stuck her head into the kitchen with a look of suspicion and curiosity. "It sure smells weird in here."

“It’s just the muffins Pinkie,” Cake said as he put the first batch of muffins into the oven. He was unable to contain his grin and sauntered over to the baking clock. “They will be done in a bit, and then I will need you to test them,” he said as he put the clock to ring when the muffins would be done.

The suspicious look vanished from Pinkie almost instantly, and she vanished in a squeal of pure joy. “That sounds like fun.”

The Sugarcube Corner had no extra orders or customers on Mondays.They mostly came early in the morning for baked bread, and nothing else, unless there was a special occasion brewing.

Pinkie looked at the test batch of muffin’s as Cake put some cream on top of them. They were large and overflowing, with an enticing light brown color seemingly radiating warmth and drawing attention to themselves with that odd scent wafting from them. The cream made them stand out on the table, and Cake looked at them with a pleased expression.

Just by sniffing them could he feel his shaft grow erect and his mind spiraling down dark paths of animalistic expression.

He looked towards Pinkie, his erect stallion-hood hidden by the apron and the table. “Well, Pinkie? This first batch is all yours.”

The pink menace sniffed on the baked goods. She scooped one of the muffins up with her hoof and took a testing lick, and then she took a bite. Her round cheeks bounced up and down as she tested its consistency and taste. “Mmmm.” She moaned with lust in her voice. “It’s had, like, a strange tingly taste and smell. Like, I feel - like I’d lose my mind if I ate the whole batch.”

“Does that matter?” Cake asked while trying to keep his cool.

Pinkie Pie took another bite from the muffin, giggled, snorted mid giggle, and then licked her lips. Cake watched as she instinctively began to curve her body, arching her back, and lifting her tail in a sexual manner while panting sensually.

“Naaah,” she spoke in a cheerful tone before she stuffed herself with the rest of the muffin. “This is salty and sweet, and so, oh so hot, and like, um, so good!”

Pinkie Pie dove into the whole batch of muffins with her usual vigor. Her body seemed to vibrate and gyrate with pulsating motions that grew as she stuffed herself with more muffins. Then she moaned lewdly and began humping the air as if she was having sex with an invisible stallion.

Her mane seemed to swell outwards, suddenly growing poofier than before, and as she posed for him, panting and sucking her hoof - he knew she was his.

He didn’t need to see her puffy, swelling mare-hood or taste her leaking mare-juice now flowing all over her thighs to know she had become utterly dialed towards sex.

“I’ve got more cream for you right here.” He said, as he walked up to Pinkie and took off his apron to reveal his veined, throbbing cock.

Pinkie Pie giggled, a high-pitched lilting laughter, and then she smacked her lips together “Like. I would love to suckle some of that creamy jizz out of your thick cock.”

“That’s right Pinkie.” Cake uttered in a commanding voice. “and if you do a good job then you’re going to get a new uniform.”

Pinkie giggled again, “Like, I would totally love that..” She replied before wrapping her tongue around his cock. She quickly began devouring his sheath, taking it deep down her throat with incredible tightness and ease.

Cake felt eager and giddy as he began to thrust into her throat, “You know there are many stallions in Ponyville that would love to do the same.” He said as he felt his climax approaching, “You just have to ask them, and I’m sure most would love what you can give them. It'll be fun too."

Cake felt waves of pleasure mix with a twitch of pain as he came. Pinkie Pie gulped down his cum and swallowed every bit without pausing like an endless abattoir.

He had thought he was running on fumes after the spa sisters, and yet wave after wave of thick magical corruption now flowed from his loins and into Pinkie’s greedy muzzle.

She did not stop swallowing until he was completely dry, and with a bloated belly she let out a tiny burp. "So that's why the muffin tasted funny," she said with another lilting giggle.

“I’ll get you that new uniform to wear Pinkie, and no stallion would ever say no when you ask them for a good tumble.” Cake said as he made his way up the stairs to the second floor.

He knew just what to get Pinkie. It was an outfit that his wife had used to tease him with during their constant attempts at pregnancy. She had been too timid to wear it in public but had been a damn tease around the workplace.

It was an especially lacy rose-red apron that you had to tie around the base of your tail to fasten properly. It even had a pretty bow as if it was a present for hearts and hooves day.
This way of tying the apron would lift the tail up, revealing her eager and willing slit for the world to see. He also knew of a pair matching thigh highs that you attach to the tail knot to further accentuate her supple ass and this would bring even more attention to her cunt.

“Having a bad case of morning sickness dearest?” Cake said as he entered the bedroom. His wife was on the bed; she nodded to him as he brought up one of the corrupted muffins from the second batch of test muffins. “This will cheer you up.” He said as he hugged her tight and kissed her on the lips.

His wife dutifully ate the muffin he presented, and seemed eager for more, but he withdrew from her presence and looked under the bed for their chest of clothes. “Oh, and by the way. Pinkie asked to borrow your slut uniform. That crazy mare is up to something, and I figured since you’re pregnant, and I’m working overtime, we should just play along with her game.”

His wife paused for a second with a look of curiosity plain on her face., and Cake simply hurried down with the uniform before she could ask any questions at all. He entered the kitchens with a grin on his face. Pinkie was eyeing the second batch of corrupted muffins. He sighed with how slow things were going; a mere six corrupted eggs had only yielded a dozen of these corrupting muffins. “Pinkie my eager and willing slut. Those are not for you.”

Pinkie giggled and looked up towards him, “Have you like, brought me that party uniform you promised then?” She said while casually licking her glistening wet hoof. It was clear she had been teasing herself and trying to keep a grip on her growing animal desire to fuck.

The batch of muffins that she had swallowed seemed to be working. Her curves had a sexual bounce to them that had previously not been there, and her cunt seemed to be swelling.

Cake had been hard ever since he left the kitchen, but as she bounced over to him, his cock doubled down on throbbing wildly. He had to struggle to keep from ravaging Pinkie Pie as he held out the cloth for her inspection, and, fortunately, his balls let out a warning jolt of pain. His body was telling him that it was overworked, and that he could hardly afford to fuck her.

“Like. Oh my Celestia, this uniform is like, awesome.” Pinkie said with a cheerful expression as she whirled around in her new outfit. The frilly red apron accentuated her pink colors, and matched well with her tail, and those thigh high’s rested against her cute, bubble butt and highlighted her cutie mark.

Cake looked up from putting cream over the remaining batch of corrupted muffins, and stared right into Pinkie’s puffy mare-hood. He felt another wave of desire wash off him, but merely nodded to show that he had seen. “Yes, my slut. Now go close the shop. We will go up and show my wife.”

He had already heard his wife's muffled moan upstairs. She was the loud sort when he gave her a good fuck. He reasoned that the one muffin from before, alongside his fucking her last night was no doubt already affecting her desires, lusts and wants. He put the fresh batch of muffins on a tray alongside a small mug of milk and made his way upstairs.

Already the room was becoming filled up with the scent of sex. Cup Cake laid on the bed. She hadn’t bathed this morning either so the lingering smell of their previous sessions coupled with her recent masturbation lay thick in the air.

She looked up at him as he entered, sweat beading on her lovely blue fur, her mane frazzled, and a curious expression, mixed lust and love in a way as to make his heart flutter. “I love only you,” he said as he put the tray down on the bedding, and then he kissed her on the cheek and nibbled her cheek.

“You smell lovely today,” he said as he took in her scent in full, then he mounted the bedding and sat down beside her. “You naughty wife. What have you been thinking of?” He spoke in a soft, commanding tone.

“I was thinking of Pinkie, in that slutty apron, sucking my clit, and …” She gasped, and looked back at him, trembling slightly. “I am such a pervert.”

“Here. Take another muffin, my muffin.” Cake simply replied, grinning at her while she ate dutifully. “Now. Were you thinking of me fucking her while she sucked your clit? Was that before or after she called you mistress?”

Cup Cake coughed in surprise while Cake nodded as if lost in thought. “Yes. I suppose that would make you a pervert,” he said while he rubbed her back, and then he whispered in her ear in hushed tones. “I was thinking the same thing.”

His wife kissed him on the cheek then while snuggling into him as if those words had made it all okay. "I want the two of us to fuck Pinkie together," she murmured. "I want her to suck my clit and call me mistress," she said in a louder tone.

Cake grinned back at his wife. “You can come in now Pinkie."

Pinkie pie entered with a huge grin on her face as she giggled. “Like, I would totally clean your clit, Mistress Cake. Like, especially if you let Master Cake fuck me with his juicy cock.” She said as she bounced forward. The bow around her tail fluttered in the wind. “I’m like, a total slut now, and like, can’t even think straight unless it’s about parties and cocks.” She giggled further. "Please be my mistress," she said with such a sincere expression that his wife could barely even speak.

Cake guided his hoof down to her wet slit and began to rub at his wife's nub. Her clit was already swelling rather well, and he figured it would be less than a week until it would grow into a half cock state. He looked up from his hoof-job, and into his wife's eyes.

Cup Cake blinked back at him; a mix of confusion and lust was fighting for dominance.

"Just go with it my lovely. You will feel so much better." Cake said to her in soft, pleasing tones. Cup Cake leaned into him and let out a low animal moan of surrender as Cake rubbed her slit and kissed her politely.

Pinkie approached casually, her curves swaying as if she was bouncing in slow motion.

“Why don’t we start small Pinkie. Take a bite out of one of those muffins, and feed it to my wife with a good kiss like the slut you are.”

Pinkie dutifully obeyed. She took a bite out of a muffin and got up on the bed. Then she began slowly nudging her face towards Cup Cake, and when their finally lips met, it was an eager exchange of lips, muffins and tongue.

His wife was panting for breath when Pinkie withdrew, and then she arched her body into Cake and moaned as she came. Her orgasm was swift and soon to be over, but as she opened her eyes, they carried a green shine that was easy to spot in the dark of the room. She took his hoof and guided it up towards her round belly, and he rubbed his hoof, wet with her juices all over that belly.

"Give me more." Cup Cake urged Pinkie, and Pinkie Pie returned with a larger bite this time. Pinkie Pie and Cup Cake's kiss grew more intense as the feeding continued.

Cake simply watched their cheeks being coated with saliva and spittle that had leaked from their exchange. The pink slut’s tongue seemed to extend beyond that of a normal equine, and she used it to lick the remains of their first muffin clean, before turning to feed Cup Cake.

Cup Cake on the other hand appeared to grow in stature as she ate more of the corrupted muffin. Her clit seemed to grow, and her belly seemed to bloat slightly as if her pregnancy was being pushed forward. Neither was by much, but after their feeding session the changes were clear on the both of them. Pinkie’s tongue was a long, muscular tendril, almost like a tentacle, and his wife’s clit was two inches long and throbbing.

Cake rose, the pain in his balls had subsided, and he rubbed his hard cock absently as he knew what came next.

Cup Cake, with her throbbing clit merely spread her legs and nodded to Pinkie. The slut wasted no time talking and merely dove into the slit with her tongue.

Cake took in the full sight of his wife being suckled by his brainless slut, and as he got up and around he looked straight at Pinkie Pie's swelling mare-hood. It had gone unattended this past hour of feeding his wife but was truly overflowing with glistening juices down on her thigh high leggings.

“I think our cumslut will need a collar to complete the uniform, he spoke to his wife as he tapped Pinkie’s swelling ass and spread her cheeks further to revel in her tight cunt.

His wife looked down on Pinkie with a look of domination and desire, and Cake thought she would grow a wonderful cock under his ministrations. It amazed him how far they both had fallen under his dominance, and how fast it had happened.

He rubbed his hoof against her slit, and Pinkie could only moan in agreement, thrusting her ass against Cake’s hooves while her tongue wrapped and slithered inside Cup Cake’s cunt. Pinkie arched her back, whimpering while he slowly worked his hoof into her tight cunt in an effort to get her prepared.

Pinkie was spreading her legs even further now to accommodate his hoof; her vaginal muscles gripped it tightly while he plunged further down her depths. The girl had a lot more experience in this than he gave her credit.

“Good slut,” he grunted, pleased with her submissive demeanor. He mounted her proper as he spoke, and teased his hard rod into her slit and in a swift motion thrust it inside of her. Cake felt the animal within him steer his course as he began pumping his cock into her savagely. His reward was more slutty moans and gasps from the pink mare under him.

Cup Cake pushed Pinkie's face into her cunt; her eyes were glowing green with corruption. "Don't stop just because my husband is fucking you," she told the pink mare.

Pinkie hardly seemed to mind. Her face was twisted with pleasure while her tongue worked furiously to please the large blue mare in front of her. Her moans had a begging tone to it as Cake repeatedly buried his cock into Pinkie’s pussy.

Pinkie’s wet and eager cave tighten around his cock and Cake readied himself. He was feeling a familiar surge of orgasm flowing through his body. He welcomed it, readied himself to cream into Pinkie's slutty cunt to mark her as his.

"Oh, my gosh! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!" Pinkie cried out as his cock overflowed with corrupt spooge, reducing her to a quivering cum-soaked sleeve.

Cake stayed inside of her for a while, enjoying the sensation of a mare underneath him. Pinkie was plugged and full of his seed, and when he finally pulled out, cum bubbled and leaked from her puffy cunt - down her legs. He wasted no time lapping it up with his tongue, teasing the pink mare to further heights as she resumed face fucking his wife's cunt with a giggle he had heard thousand times before.

That was when Cake realized that this was Pinkie Pie having fun with him. She was still Pinkie Pie. She was not his devoted slut, or as brain addled by the corruption as his wife. She was just playing up to him because it was fun.

He laughed heartily at that notion while thinking of the Sweet Apple Acres. Applejack was the element of Honesty. With Pinkie at his side, willing, eager, and cooperating, he thought he could work with that.

Author's Note

This segment is purely vanilla in shape or form. I struggled some with composition, but I think the end result is decent enough.

The next chapter is going to contain more disagreeable topics, but I pray that by listing the chapters with the themes that at least it will spare the more fragile minded reader. To anyone that faps to these things I hope it gives you a decent session. I fap to my own material all the time. That's why i'm so slow.