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 ;)

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