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.