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.