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.