When Dragon Lord Ember announced that she would be sending a dragon to Ponyville, Coal fought tooth and claw to make it to the front of the line.
His friends busted his balls for it, as was to be expected. To be so excited to go and mingle with the ponies wasn’t the mark of a strong, tough dragon. They mocked him and called him all sorts of names, but he ignored them. He didn’t care about anything that his moron peers had to say, so long as he made it to Equestria. So he made his way to Dragon Lord Ember with a sort of anticipation that not many other dragons had during her declaration to the masses. He stood, just a few feet from her steep rock overlooking the badlands, waiting to hear his name come from her maw.
A grin spread across Coal’s snout when he was announced to be the dragon representative to Equestria. He’d never been to the pony kingdom, of course, but he had heard of it. Tales of the kind, happy-go-lucky nature of Equestria. The free spirit and general liberal nature of the place. And, while that didn’t personally interest Coal in the slightest, he was interested in what that would mean for the ponies themselves. It made them friendly, open, maybe a little soft. It made them vulnerable.
Coal was quite interested in seeing just how vulnerable they could be.
That’s why he was so excited to visit Ponyville. Not for the cultural exchange or broadening his horizons. Coal didn’t give a damn about any of that. He was far more interested in the people, the women. Dragonesses tended to be very aggressive and domineering, independent almost to a fault. They resented the need for a man, and that could sometimes manifest in harsh words and a lot of resistance, which was something Coal was starting to grow weary of.
It was time for a change of pace, and Coal was excited for the possibilities that the prospect pony women held.
“And this is the Cutie Mark Map, sort of the castle’s throne room.”
Coal hadn’t been paying much attention to Twilight’s tour of Ponyville’s Friendship Castle. He already knew much of what Twilight was telling him, seeing as the castle’s history only went back a year or two, and the other little tidbits were mostly pointless trivia that no one was likely to care about. Besides the objectively boring nature of Twilight’s tour, Coal’s attention was more focused on something a bit more pressing.
“So, any questions?” asked Princess Twilight, turning to face her guest for the first time since beginning the tour. Coal’s eyes darted up in an attempt to make it seem like he hadn’t been gawking at Twilight’s ass for the past ten minutes. Of course, it was hard to blame Coal for staring. Twilight was a tall drink of water, with long slender legs and a round, shapely ass. The tight, form-fitting dress she was wearing for the day’s coming festivities accentuated her form, making her even more eye-catching.
“Yeah, uh…” Coal scratched the back of his neck, barely resisting the urge to pounce on the princess. He was pretty bold, but even he realized that royalty was off limits. “I’m supposed to be staying here, right? For like a week? Where’s my room?”
“Oh, shoot, I knew I forgot something… You’ll have to forgive me, today has been beyond hectic,” apologized Twilight. “I still have to see that your room is ready, I’ll get right on that. Why don’t you take a seat here, and I’ll have your room prepared for you. Your trip from the Badlands must’ve taken a lot out of you, you’ll want to rest before the party.”
“Sounds good to me.”
“Fantastic. Just have a seat, I’ll be back soon.” Twilight snapped her fingers, summoning a scroll of parchment and a quill, which she used to scribble out a quick message. Another snap made the note vanish in a flash of sparkling purple light. “Before I forget, the caterer will be passing through shortly, a lovely woman by the name of Mrs. Cake. She’s supposed to be bringing in refreshments for the party, but she’ll take good care of you if you get peckish.” Coal nodded his understanding, his eyes never quite meeting Twilight’s and instead lingering on her cleavage. Luckily, the princess didn’t seem to notice. “Excellent. Well, I’ve got to go handle some things. Make yourself at home, and I’ll see you in a bit.”
“Later.” Coal watched as Princess Twilight snapped her fingers one more time, disappearing in a poof of lavender smoke and sparks. He yawned, already bored with this party nonsense, and climbed into one of the seven crystal thrones circling the map, kicking his feet up onto the face of the table. He couldn’t wait until this party was over with, so he could really go out and see Ponyville, get a taste of Equestrian women. If Twilight was anything to go by, they would very much be to Coal’s liking. She was gorgeous, easily the hottest woman Coal had ever met, and she seemed oblivious to how brazenly he was undressing her with his eyes. If she kept on teasing Coal like this, he might be liable to forget his rule about royalty.
“Hello? Twilight?” A voice echoed throughout the room, drawing Coal’s attention to the doorway. In walked a woman, a bit short and stout, dumpy and motherly in her figure. She filled out her plain yellow shirt and dress pants well, if a bit tightly around the thighs, and her only accessory of note was an apron covered in flour and frosting.
“She just left,” said Coal, clearly startling the woman.
“Oh dear, you gave me a start,” chuckled the woman weakly. “I didn’t see you there. You must be the dragon ambassador.”
“Yeah, Coal. Guess that makes you Ms. Cake, then?” Coal raised an eyebrow as the woman slowly, almost nervously approached. She seemed to be a bit afraid of the dragon, an impulse Coal could definitely understand.
“Yes, that’s me. Well, Mrs. Cake, but…” Mrs. Cake stopped when she saw Coal rise to his feet, stretching out his back and wings. “S-so… How are you enjoying—”
“Never seen a pony female up close before,” said Coal. “Mind if I take a look?”
“Erm… I suppose there’s no harm…”
Coal acted before Mrs. Cake could even complete her sentence. He crossed the room to her in a few strides, the tall, strong dragon looming over her small, pudgy frame. She looked up to look him in the amber eyes, recoiling slightly at his expression. He looked like a predator leering down at his prey.
“You’re short,” remarked Coal, mostly to himself. “Dragonesses don’t come in that size. They’re like a head or two taller. And they’re not as… meaty. Too lean and spindly.”
Mrs. Cake opened her mouth to retort, just for Coal to reach his claw for her face, grabbing her by the chin, tilting her face to inspect it. His thumb slipped past Mrs. Cake’s lips, pulling on the corner of her mouth like a fishhook while Coal manhandled her face.
“Softer than a dragoness, too,” noted Coal, although this wasn’t at all surprising. “Small, soft, and cushy… You must make some pony real happy back home.”
Finally, Mrs. Cake slapped Coal’s hand away, recoiling at his touch. The dragon raised an eyebrow at Mrs. Cake’s resistance. Mrs. Cake looked immediately remorseful for her actions, nervously taking a step back.
“Some fight in you. Maybe you’re more like a dragoness than I thought,” snorted Coal, puffing out curling clouds of smoke. Mrs. Cake was, understandably, nervous. Besides the fact that Coal was a large, intimidating figure, he was a dragon. A dragon with sharp fangs and claws and a notoriously short temper. Provoking someone so strong, aggressive, and dangerous could prove to be a mistake. “Did I touch a nerve, pony?”
“I… You were…” Mrs. Cake struggled to get her words out, her anxiety increasing as Coal came nearer and nearer. “I’m sorry, but you crossed the line.” She flinched slightly as her back hit the wall, leaving her with no place to go.
“Crossed the line? Did I invade your personal space or something?” asked Coal, although he kept up his approach on Mrs. Cake until he was looming over her, causing her to look up at his imposing figure in fear. “My bad, Ms. Cake. Us dragons don’t know much about how you ponies handle that sort of thing. See, we don’t really have a concept of ‘too far’. We keep going until someone stops us.”
“W-well, that’s not how things work in Equestria. We have boundaries,” said Mrs. Cake. She could feel the heat radiating off of Coal, their bodies nearly pressed together. “You shouldn’t say those things to people, or touch them like that. It’s not polite.”
“Huh. Learn something new every day. I guess that’s kinda the point of me being here, isn’t it?” Coal gently gripped Mrs. Cake beneath the chin, tilting her face up. “Well, if I’m going to try to understand your culture, it’s only fair that you do the same to mine, right?”
“R-right, I suppose…”
“Good. So why don’t you open that fat fucking face of yours like a good little mare?” Mrs. Cake’s mouth went open, no doubt to retort, and Coal reached his thumb past her lips, pressing down onto her tongue and holding her jaw open. She could feel the sharp point of Coal’s claw against her tongue, just waiting to shred her mouth. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
Coal stepped forward, pressing himself against Mrs. Cake and pinning her to the wall. Her eyes went wide as she felt the hard poke of the bulge in Coal’s jeans, the heat from his cock bathing her and making her fidget uncomfortably. Coal chuckled at the fear in Mrs. Cake’s eyes, even more amused as he heard and felt her breathing increase.
“Getting hot under the collar, are we? Don’t feel bad, I have that effect on people,” said Coal, flashing a cocky smirk. “Married life must get boring. I bet you’re just dying for someone like me to shake things up.”
“L-let me go.” Mrs. Cake had a tough time articulating herself properly with Coal’s thumb on her tongue, but he managed to understand more or less what she was saying.
“Sure thing.” Coal chuckled before spitting a great big gob of saliva directly onto Mrs. Cake’s tongue. He tilted her face up, coaxing her to swallow before releasing her. As she shuddered in disgust, Coal placed his palms against the wall, blocking Mrs. Cake’s escape with his arms. “Come on, you’re a married woman, for fuck’s sake. You shouldn’t be liking this so much.”
“I don’t!” insisted Mrs. Cake, gaining enough courage to refute the idea that she would ever even consider being unfaithful. Her newfound bravery was very short-lived, killed entirely when Coal’s hand found its way around her throat. She let out a gasp, her heart stopping in her chest as she felt Coal’s other hand wander, his claws gently dancing down her side and to her hip.
“Then stop me. I told you, dragons don’t really do boundaries well. You don’t want it, then stop me.” Coal slid his hand to the front of Mrs. Cake’s pants, gripping her crotch with a firm, but gentle, grasp. “Come on, pony bitch. This is your chance. Push me away, kick me in the balls, do something. Unless…” Coal’s hand slipped past Mrs. Cake’s waistband, rubbing her wet, hot slit with his middle finger. “Unless, of course, I was right. If you don’t want to stop me… Maybe I should keep going.”
“P-please,” begged Mrs. Cake, though she was too petrified to physically resist. Her breath caught in her chest as Coal slipped his finger into her pussy, his rough, pointed claw sliding into her easily. It hurt a bit, but in an undeniably pleasurable way, a moan even escaping her.
“Please? Please more? Please fuck you til all you can think about is my fat dragon cock?” Coal laughed, tossing Mrs. Cake to the floor. “All you had to do was ask, pony bitch.” Coal watched as Mrs. Cake pushed herself to all fours, his eyes glued to her thick, curvy ass. Mrs. Cake was so soft and cushy, not to mention vulnerable and ripe for the taking. Everything Coal could want.
“Oh, I’m gonna ruin you,” chuckled Coal. He grabbed Mrs. Cake by her swirly puff of hair, yanking her to her feet and dragging her across the room. “You’re not gonna be able to go back to your pussy pony husband by the time we’re done.” He pushed Mrs. Cake forward, tossing her against the Cutie Map table. Coal pinned her head down with one hand, using the other to fiercely slap Mrs. Cake’s ass. “This is your last chance, pony. If you don’t want this, you better stop me.”
“P-please.” Mrs. Cake had been holding together before, but now she could hold back the tears no longer. Her body shook slightly as she sobbed against the crystal surface of the Map. “Y-you’re hurting me…”
“Oh, don’t worry, pony bitch. I won’t hurt you. Matter of fact…” Coal ran his claw swiftly down the seat of Mrs. Cake’s pants, splitting the fabric of her trousers and her plain yellow panties. “I’m gonna make you feel real good.” He slipped his finger into Mrs. Cake’s hot, puffy pussy, pumping his hand slowly and taking in her moans.
“Oh, sweet Celestia…” Mrs. Cake couldn’t contain herself, couldn’t hold in the moans. Coal had her wrapped around his finger, in more ways than one, and she had no control over how she felt. She felt like she hadn’t been touched like that ever before, as if Coal knew her body like the back of his hand.
“You’re getting really hot and ready for a faithful, married woman,” said Coal, pulling his finger from Mrs. Cake’s cunt. “What’s wrong? Your husband doesn’t want to give you the attention you deserve? Well, don’t you worry. I’ve got just the thing.”
Coal unbuttoned his jeans, pulling out his thick, pointed, scaly cock. Mrs. Cake’s eyes went wide at the size of it, unable to tear her gaze away from its horrified, awestruck gaze. Coal laughed at her expression, the fear and disgust being cut by her undeniable intrigue and curiosity. Mrs. Cake could say that she didn’t want this until she was blue in the face, but she couldn’t seem to make her body agree.
“I know that look. I know what that means,” said Coal with a sinister grin. “That’s the look of a female who’s never been properly fucked before. I’m bigger than your husband, aren’t I?” Coal correctly interpreted Mrs. Cake’s stunned, blushing silence as a yes. “A lot bigger, I’m guessing.” Another spell of humiliated silence followed, broken only by the startled peep from Mrs. Cake when Coal roughly grabbed her by her wide, curvy hips. “Well, aren’t you in for a treat? Not only do you get to learn about a new culture, but you also get to learn what a real man’s cock feels like.”
“P-please, stop. I’m begging you, please!” Coal continued his pursuit, rubbing his thick, hard cock against Mrs. Cake’s dripping cunt. “I won’t tell anyone, I swear! Just let me go!” She could feel the tip Coal’s tip press against her slit, slowly penetrating her. “Please! I h-have kids, and a husband, please don’t—”
“One thing I’m noticing that pony women have in common with dragonesses.” Mrs. Cake yelped as Coal’s cock split her pussy, the thick, hot rod almost burning her as it entered her. “And it’s that you both talk too fucking much.”
Currently, Mrs. Cake wasn’t capable of saying much of anything. Her mind was blank, save for the searing pain she was feeling. Stars danced in her vision, her body in no way used to having so big and hot jammed into it. It was almost too much for her, the pain spreading throughout her lower body in pulsing waves. It was awful, a pain as horrific as it was severe and debilitating.
And yet, Mrs. Cake felt a moan leave her. As disgusted as she was with Coal, as humiliated and degraded and violated as she felt, she couldn’t deny that he was right; she had never even seen a dick like his, nevermind taken one. And though it made her blush even harder to think about, Mr. Cake wasn’t particularly blessed where size was concerned. A bit below average, but he made his wife happy. Mrs. Cake let out a choking sob as she thought of her husband, how he would react if he saw her now. Bent over and moaning as a stranger raped her, leaving her powerless to resist. He’d be appalled, absolutely disgusted with her.
“See? I knew you’d like it.” Mrs. Cake let out another squeal as Coal somehow went even deeper, the sharp point of his head piercing through her like a lance. It was too much for her to take so soon, and Coal didn’t grant her much time to acclimate. He set his hips to work, picking up a quick rhythm of deep, fierce thrusts. “Come on, pony bitch. Let’s see if we can’t make you forget about Mr. Cake.”
Coal dug his claws into Mrs. Cake’s thick ass, his razor sharp claws digging into her flesh deeply enough to draw a faint trickle of blood as he fucked her senseless. Mrs. Cake couldn’t do much more than cry and moan, the pain mingling with her disgusted, guilty pleasure until the two were inseparable from one another. For every sharp stab of pain, Mrs. Cake felt her toes curl from the electric feeling of thick, hard, hot dragon cock touching her deeper than she’d ever been touched before. The ribbed scales of Coal’s cock sliding through Mrs. Cake’s walls, scraping on her insides, was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. It was incredible.
Mrs. Cake looked shocked at the thought that had just inhabited her mind, as if someone else had said it. She couldn’t possibly be enjoying this, could she? She was a married woman, she had a family, and yet… Despite her resistance and how appalled she was by the way she was being used by this strange, awful dragon, Mrs. Cake couldn’t deny how gifted Coal was. His cock was so thick, so hard, that no woman could help but react this way. It wasn’t her fault, she tried to tell herself. She had no control over her biology.
“Oh, f-fuck…” Mrs. Cake pulled her shirt into her mouth and bit down on the fabric to keep herself from moaning, but there was no hiding the way her body twitched and tensed. Coal knew what he was doing to her, and he knew that, on some level, she was loving it.
“Married pussy is something special, you know? You went and promised to belong to someone forever. You picked a man you loved and promised that your body was just for him.” Coal chuckled as he gave a particularly deep, harsh thrust, earning a yelp from his victim. “But now… Now it’s mine. I took it, and there’s nothing you can do about it. Not like you want to. It’s a shame you had to deal with a limp-dick loser like your husband for so long. He’s never given you what you really wanted. He’s never grabbed you and used you like the cocksleeve you are. You should be thanking me, really.”
Mrs. Cake felt her tears renew, from the pain, the pleasure, the shame and disgust. Every thrust brought with it a wave of pain and pleasure and a new bout of sobs. Mrs. Cake shrieked as Coal grabbed her around the neck, his sharp claws digging into her flesh and pulling her upright so that he could look into her eyes and absorb her fear. Mrs. Cake was petrified, the fierce, angry gleam in Coal’s eyes making her tremble in terror.
“I said ‘you should be thanking me’. I’m over here giving you all you ever could ask for, doing the job your husband isn’t man enough to do,” snarled Coal. “The least you can do is show some fucking gratitude. So thank me, bitch.”
“T-thank you,” whimpered Mrs. Cake. “Oh g-god, thank you. Please don’t hurt me…”
“See? Was that really so hard?” Coal spanked Mrs. Cake’s thick, curvy ass hard before pulling his cock from her pussy and giving her a moment to breathe. “No one likes an ungrateful fuck, Ms. Cake. Or a selfish one like you. I’m over here giving you what you need, but what about me? I think it’s time I get what I really wanted in the first place.” He slid his cock, slick with Mrs. Cake’s juices, up her ass, prodding at her much tighter passage. She squirmed and yelped on contact, which helped solidify Coal’s theory that she had never been fucked there before. “This looks promising. And I know I promised not to hurt you, but… This might sting.”
“N-no! Please, don’t.” Mrs. Cake got her words back together, composing herself enough to at least beg. “Anything else, I’ll do anything, just please don’t…”
“Anything else, huh?” Coal grabbed a fistful of Mrs. Cake’s hair, pulling her up from the table and twirling her around to face him. Her entire body was trembling, her legs especially quivering from the hard, thorough fucking she had received. “Hm… Well, I’m a pretty reasonable guy, I think I can find something else I’d want from you…” Mrs. Cake turned her head away as Coal ran a claw down the curve of her soft, round, full face. “So soft… We don’t have women like you back home, Ms. Cake.” He turned her face so that he could see the other side. “You said you’d be willing to do anything?”
“A-anything. Please…”
“How about a kiss?”
Mrs. Cake turned back to Coal, genuinely confused. That was not at all what she would’ve expected of him. He didn’t come off as the romantic type. Mrs. Cake had to get her had straight to remind herself that this isn’t about romance. This was about Coal humiliating her, preying on her for his own sick amusement. And as much as she didn’t want to give the bastard the satisfaction, she knew she had very few options. Better to just get this over with.
Mrs. Cake was a bit short even by pony standards, so she had to stand on her tiptoes to even stand a chance of reaching Coal. She boosted herself as high as she could, squeezed her eyes shut, and brought her lips to Coal’s. She shuddered, repulsed by how confidently and comfortably his hand found her hips, squeezing her as if she was nothing more than a toy to him. His tongue invaded her mouth, causing a hot blush to wash over her face. Again, she felt disgusting, soiled, worthless. Worst of all was the fact that, no matter how much she wanted to refute it, she knew deep in her heart that Coal was better at this than her husband could ever hope to be. His every touch was like fire on her body, making her feel sensations she’d never even imagined.
“Forgot about that husband of yours already, huh?” Coal pulled slowly away from Mrs. Cake, relishing in the conflicted shame and desire in her expression. “And, while that was definitely something, that’s not what I meant when I said I wanted a kiss.”
Any questions Mrs. Cake could’ve had died when Coal forcefully pushed her to her knees, slapping her firmly across the face with his cock. Mrs. Cake frowned, but again decided to be quick about it; She grabbed Coal’s dick and brought her lips in to leave a quick, gentle peck on his head. Of course, this wasn’t enough, as evidenced by Coal placing his hand on the top of her head to keep her in place as he pushed his cock forward. Mrs. Cake took in a shaky breath to compose herself, then dove back in. She kissed the tip of Coal’s dick again, a bit more firmly, and then kissed up and down his shaft. She gulped, as if to swallow her pride, and went even lower to press her lips against his fat, hot, heavy balls. Entirely by accident, she swore, she parted her lips slightly and got a taste of his salty, masculine flesh.
Coal grabbed her hand, prying it away from his cock much to Mrs. Cake’s confusion. He gently held her by the wrist, her face still buried in his balls, and slowly spread out her fingers. Mrs. Cake’s heart sank into her gut. That wasn’t just her hand, it was her left hand. And it wasn’t just any finger Coal was focused on.
It was her ring finger.
“What do we have here…?” Coal slowly twisted the ring from Mrs. Cake’s finger to inspect it. It was a simple band of gold, slightly dented in certain places. It was clearly rather old, and couldn’t have been very expensive even when it was new. “So this is what your husband thinks you deserve? This is all you’re worth to him? A cheap, shitty ring like this?”
Mrs. Cake wanted to argue. She wanted to tell him that her husband loved her, and she loved him. She wanted to tell him how the price of the ring doesn’t matter. She wanted to tell him that the ring belonged to her husband’s grandmother and was very dear to both of them, and it was the value that the two of them gave the ring that ultimately decided its worth.
But she didn’t. She couldn’t. All she could do is cry and weakly, pathetically reach for her ring. The second Coal touched it, Mrs. Cake knew that it was unlikely that she’d ever get it back. He liked to humiliate her, make her feel worthless, and there was no worse an insult to her and her marriage than to take her ring.
“P-p-please…” It was despicable enough the way he took her body, but this was disgusting on a whole other level. “G-give it back…”
“Don’t know why you’d want this cheap piece of scrap from a man too worthless to even fuck you properly.” Coal tossed the ring from one hand to the other, keeping it just out of Mrs. Cake’s grasp. “But, tell you what. If you can show me how much you want it back, I’ll give it to you.”
“How…?” Mrs. Cake was afraid that she had a few ideas, and none of them were good.
“Well, since you seem to love my cock so much, I figure maybe you’d like to taste it.” Coal grabbed Mrs. Cake’s hair, yanking her head back. “Open your fucking mouth.”
Coal didn’t seem to be in the mood for waiting anymore (not that he had been especially patient to start with) and opened Mrs. Cake’s mouth for her by pinching her nose and giving a harsh tug up. As soon as her lips were parted, Coal thrust into her mouth, almost immediately choking her with his cock. Tears streaked down Mrs. Cake’s face, her lungs already screaming for air before she had even half of Coal’s length in her mouth. She jerked back, to take a breath, but a strong hand kept her in place. She looked up at Coal, fear and begging in her eyes, which only seemed to make his dick even harder.
“You want the ring? You better get your chin to my balls,” said Coal. He held the ring close to Mrs. Cake’s face, to remind her what was at stake. “Look, I get it. I’m bigger than you’re used to. A lot bigger than you’re used to. But a married slut like you who can get off to some random dragon fucking her? I think you can do it if you put your mind to it.”
Slowly but firmly, Coal pulled Mrs. Cake closer, forcing inch after inch of his length into her mouth. Mrs. Cake gagged as the sharp, pointed tip of dragon cock poked at the back of her throat, but she managed to keep from choking too hard. A strange, almost disgusting sense of hope and pride filled her with every bit of cock she managed to swallow. She was almost there. Just a bit more, and she’d be done. Mrs. Cake reached up to Coal’s back, pulling him closer to get the last few inches into her throat. Coal groaned as his cock twitched in Mrs. Cake’s spasming, convulsing throat.
“Now there’s a good girl,” chuckled Coal, keeping Mrs. Cake in place with his strong, unwavering grip. He watched the tears run down her face, her eyes squeezed shut as she coughed and gagged and begged for air. Mrs. Cake struggled and fought for air, her body resisting less and less with each passing second. Just before she passed out, Coal yanked her away, letting her choke down some much-needed air.
This respite, however, was incredibly short-lived; Coal grabbed Mrs. Cake by the throat and pulled her to her feet. She reached forward, no doubt to try and reclaim her ring, only for a strong push from Coal to send her stumbling back. She hit the edge of the Cutie Mark Map, wincing from the impact, just for another push to lay her out across the table’s surface. Flat on her back and with her legs spread, she was even more defenseless than she had already been, a fact that her attacker took full advantage of.
Coal was on Mrs. Cake in an instant, keeping her pinned to the table with a strong hand around the throat. He kept the ring clenched in his fist, even as he used the sharp claws of his right hand to split Mrs. Cake’s apron and blouse, ripping the shredded from her chest to reveal her soft, milky tits, one of which he immediately leaned in to latch his lips onto. He teased Mrs. Cake’s sensitive nipple with his tongue, nibbling gently on her flesh. She moaned, unable to deny the sensations she was being washed with. Coal bit down a bit more firmly, scraping his teeth on her nipple as he pulled her breast from his mouth. Mrs. Cake’s chest heaved, her tits rising and falling with each labored breath she took in. Coal chuckled, deciding that it was time to really take her breath away.
He grabbed her by the thigh, pulling her body closer and closer until she could feel the heat of his cock radiating onto her wet, wanty pussy. Mrs. Cake didn’t even have enough energy or presence of mind to be ashamed at how wet she was from being raped by a vicious, violent dragon. She just wanted this whole thing to end, and so she found herself looking forward to Coal to get back to fucking her.
She didn’t have to wait long; Coal guided his cock into her tight hole (although not quite as tight as it was when they started), entering her in one swift, smooth thrust. He squeezed her throat and sent his hips rocketing forward, slamming into her and taking her breath away with every savage buck of the hips. Mrs. Cake’s gasps for air became raspy moans of pleasure, her eyes rolling back in her head from both pleasure and lack of oxygen. Her leg began to twitch, her entire body trembling as she grinded her hips towards Coal, forcing even more of his thick cock into her cunt.
Mrs. Cake let out a low, shrill, breathless moan as she came, a new wave of tears hitting her in time with her orgasm. This was wrong, disgusting, amoral, but it felt so good. She tried to stop herself, but it was too late; each wave of electric pleasure washed over her more vividly and despicable than the last, her clenching pussy attempting to milk her rapist’s cock of its cum leaving no delusions as to how much her body enjoyed that.
“I bet you your husband never made you cum like that before,” chuckled Coal. The increased tightness from Mrs. Cake’s orgasm was enough to bring him close to the edge too. “And I bet he’s never filled you up like I’m about to.”
Before Mrs. Cake could voice her objection, to make her horror known, it was too late. Coal pushed her legs forward, folding her in two to better his angle of penetration. He snarled and growled as he pounded his stolen, married pussy with no love or compassion to his motions. He was using her pussy, seeing her as nothing more than a place to put his cum.
A deep groan signaled Coal’s orgasm, bringing with it thick, hot ropes of cum spurting into Mrs. Cake’s pussy, painting her insides white. Mrs. Cake sobbed, each pulse of his cock and depositing of cum renewing her disgust in herself. She had been used up, absolutely ruined. She could tell even then, her body would never be the same. Coal had seen to it that her pussy had been stretched, as evidenced by the way it gaped and dripped out Coal’s cum onto the table.
Coal stroked his cock with his left hand, holding his right hand open to catch the last of his load. Mrs. Cake watched, horrorstruck, as his cock shot out three more ropes of thick, sticky cum directly onto her golden wedding band. If she hadn’t been crying before, she absolutely would be now. Her entire body trembled, her heart beating in her throat when Coal gently, almost chivalrously grasped her left hand, sliding the sticky, cum-coated ring onto her finger.
“A little something to remember me by,” he said, using his hand to scoop his cum back into Mrs. Cake’s sloppy, well-used cunt. “Not that you’re gonna need to. After the way you just came on my dick… I’ll be seeing you again before I head back home, I’m sure of it.” He wiped the residual cum from his hand onto Mrs. Cake’s face, giving her chubby cheeks a few firm, playful slaps. “Well, there you go. You got your ring back, and you can run back to your loser husband now. If you want to feel a real cock again, though, I’ll be upstairs.”
Mrs. Cake slowly sat up, looking her attacker in the eyes. There was no malice or anger in Coal’s eyes, just sick satisfaction. He had taken everything he wanted from her, ruined her, and tossed her to the side like trash. Coal had somehow managed to entirely destroy her, dirtying and blackening not only her mind and body, but her marriage itself. She absentmindedly twisted her ring on her finger, smearing cum around her finger before she opened her mouth to respond.
Instead, nothing but sobs came out of Mrs. Cake. Shuddering, disturbed, loathing sobs, her entire body quaking as the reality of what had just happened washed over her. Coal cackled, pulling his pants up to his waist and turning to head upstairs where he was sure he’d find the room Twilight was providing him with.
“See you around, Ms. Cake,” he said, with a despicable grin. “Thanks for teaching me about pony culture.”
