Author's Note

Contains overt manipulation of a younger adult, venting frustration, mentioned masturbation, prude-shaming, breaking out of dry spells, "paying" with sex, stealth sex, countertop sex, loss of virginity, ball worship, oral, vaginal, cowgirl, and lots of maregasms...

Paying for Services with Services

Mrs. Cake walked alongside her husband, the yellow-furred stallion trying to keep a big smile in the public eye as he nodded and gave small pleasantries to the few ponies that were still out at night. Many of them appeared to also be couples either going or returning from evening dates that left them smiling wide and having a skip in their step, a little jab in Mrs. Cake’s heart with each time she saw somepony leagues happier than she currently was. The chubby blue mare was frowning, not terribly so, but she could only keep up appearances as a happily married business owner for so long before the stress of keeping it in got to her. It was supposed to be as simple of an evening outing as can be, just dinner at a nice restaurant. Mr. Cake’s social skills when it came to appeasing waiters and ponies at nearby tables was exceptional, but it left little conversation and certainly no attempt at seduction to get his wife worked up for the walk home. The blue-furred MILF remembered vividly when the two love-struck ponies would practically eat barely any of their food, taking home leftovers and scrambling to get on each other and go wild. Now most of the evening was wasted on Mr. Cake enjoying the scenery and other ponies as much as possible, leaving Mrs. Cake’s loins aching with the lack of satisfaction that had lingered for years now. Starting when Mrs. Cake was heavy with twins and having vain hope in her heart that after they were born, the married couple would swiftly find their groove again and bring the spark back. Nearly a decade had passed since those days of pregnancy and hope. With hiring a foalsitter and spending her half of the meal, Mrs. Cake felt a bitterness that her money had been wasted on a pitiful date.

At least said foalsitter was very nice.

The twins, Pumpkin Cake and Pound Cake, were no longer toddlers as several years had passed since the Legion of Doom were defeated. They were getting closer to double digits in age, and their foalsitter was no longer a teenager like he was when Twilight Sparkle had officially become leader of Equestria. The young adult drake, Spike, had grown exceptionally larger in size over the past several years, no longer able to walk on two feet as he had grown bigger than all the ponies in Ponyville. The four-legged purple dragon was at least two feet taller than Mrs. Cake, his voice having become almost as deep as Big Mac’s voice as he had grown up into a strong dragon. His wings had become longer, almost as long as Twilight’s alicorn wings! And while the dragon and Twilight currently lived in Canterlot, Spike constantly visited Ponyville for the sake of his marefriend that still lived there. Sweetie Belle, Rarity’s younger sister and a recently appointed teacher of the School of Friendship. Despite Spike’s giant size and beastly presence, the two of them appeared to be more in some kind of innocent puppy love instead of constantly fucking like Mrs. Cake would’ve expected them to do in their adult youth. That sounded somewhat better than Mrs. Cake’s relationship, lacking both in fluffy love and heavy fucking underneath the sheets. Though didn’t Spike feel similar to her? Especially with his strong drake libido?

Mrs. Cake shook off the sudden thought, opening her handbag that was slung around her shoulders and taking out the bits for payment as the Sugarcube Corner building was in view now. Mr. Cake trotted ahead a little, having the decency to at least open the door for his wife as she stepped inside. In front of her, were the young Cake twins running around the closed bakery with a much slower Spike lumbering around and trying to scoop them up. Seeing that he was smiling brought Mrs. Cake much needed relief as he stopped right in front of the couple with a grin.

“Mr. and Mrs. Cake!” Spike greeted the two, lumbering towards them and throwing his forelegs around the two earth ponies before stepping back. “Don’t worry, me and the twins were just playing a game of tag. I’m supposed to catch both of them, but they’re just so fast! I’m practically sweating!”

Mrs. Cake was instinctively drawn to the glistening sweat that dripped down the bright purple and emerald scales of the bulky drake that literally looked down at her with a deep pant and a big smile. The spell of staring at him was quickly broken by Mr. Cake walking past the both of them, his smile all gone as his eyes blinked rapidly with exhaustion.

“Fuck, I’m tried,” Mr. Cake groaned, before looking at his children running around behind the counter and calling to them. “Come on you two, it's time to tuck you both into bed.”

“C’mon!” Pumpkin and Pound whined in unison, rushing out from behind the counter, stopping in front of their father as they pouted at him. “Spike didn’t even get to tag us yet!”

“Got you,” Spike laughed as he had snuck up on them and touched both their heads with his claw, causing Pumpkin and Pound to shout and laugh with surprise. Throwing themselves at Spike and hugging him, the drake smiled warmly at them both as their father nudged them both upstairs to their rooms. Mr. Cake barely got out a “goodnight” to his wife, confirming to the chubby blue mare that he would pass out upon returning to their shared room, before Mrs. Cake looked to the bits in her forehoof. Spike was looking away, smiling at her family going upstairs, so she tucked the bits back in her handbag. It was a shot in the dark, extremely risky considering Spike didn’t seem like the kind of drake to help her out, so Mrs. Cake knew she had to be incredibly calculated about this. If she messed this up, it meant losing her business, her family, and possibly having an exceptionally pissed off younger mare after her. If she pulled this off, she’d have all her problems alleviated and be able to continue her responsibilities with extra excitement in her life.

“Well, a shame I didn’t get to ask him, but how was the date?” Spike asked as he turned to look at Mrs. Cake and her winced expression. “Oh Celestia, that bad huh?”

“Oh, was it that obvious?” Mrs. Cake groaned, stepping closer to him and leaning against the wall. “Carrot’s a great talker, you know, but he was basically talking to everypony but me at the restaurant. I was bored out of my skull amongst other problems, and he ordered so much off the menu that I barely got any bits left.”

“Oh,” Spike frowned briefly, before shaking his head. “You can always pay me the rest of it next time, if you need to. I know you’re not the kind of mare to screw me.”

“Oh but I am.” Mrs. Cake whispered as she licked her lips.

“What?” Spike’s eyes widened.

“I didn’t say anything,” Mrs. Cake smiled widely before she continued. “Say, how has your relationship with Sweetie Belle been going? I haven’t seen her in a while, guessing that she’s been helping your old crush most of the time. Or teaching her class, got to admire a mare that young that is ambitious. I’m sure she’s just as passionate in the sheets, huh?”

“Oh, um, we uh…” Spike’s heavy red blush shone against the scales of his face, the big drake stammering as he pushed out the words on his mind. “We haven’t really taken it that far yet, taking it slow has been benefitting the both of us. I don’t want to um, accidentally hurt her with how big I am. And we just like talking to each other and cuddling, it's nice.”

“But don’t drakes have a higher sex drive than stallions?” Mrs. Cake tilted her head, placing a forehoof on her lips as she became all the more puzzled at their innocent relationship.

“How do you know that?”

“Just some fluff I’ve read in some of my romance novels,” Mrs. Cake giggled, better to be honest about that part. She certainly wasn’t looking to bag a drake up until that day, but when she happened to pick up books that involved a lot of drake-on-mare romance, Mrs. Cake went on a few months of a reading binge. She was unable to put the books down! Unless she was enjoying herself with toys, that is. Batting her eyes to appear as innocent as possible, Mrs. Cake continued. “Is that just exaggeration for the sake of the books? Or is there some ring of truth to that?”

“No, it's true,” Spike shrugged, looking down at the ground. “But sex shouldn’t be the main reason to get in a relationship, and Sweetie Belle does live up to her name by a longshot. Every day with her just makes me happier, and so what if that means I have to get myself off every now and then…”

“Only every now and then?”

“Er, maybe every other day…”

“Come on now, Spike, I’m an older mare with a lot of life experience,” Mrs. Cake deadpanned as she shook her head. “I know how stallions your age are, so I won’t judge your completely honest answer.”

Spike blushed even harder, and Mrs. Cake didn’t know that was even possible. Even though her holes were facing away from him, Mrs. Cake still took the liberty of covering them both with her crimson tail. The only feeling that was more intense than her smug victory was her dripping arousal that was becoming harder to hide. Spike muttered another answer that was incoherent, and Mrs. Cake stepped forward till her muzzle was a couple inches away from his, tilting her head.

“What was that, honey?” Mrs. Cake asked. “I don’t think I quite heard you.”

“I said that I get myself off several times a day,” Spike briefly looked into Mrs. Cake’s eyes as he did so, proceeding to rub his face with one claw as he looked away. “On most days anyways, Sweetie Belle doesn’t mind so long as I’m imagining her and stuff.”

“Doesn’t mind?” Mrs. Cake was unable to hide her scowl from her boiling blood deep down at that point, shaking her head. “Honey, most couples your age are fucking every week at least. To not get sex from your partner, if you two both have sexual libidos, is practically a crime! At least with my husband, I put up with the dry spell because we have built so much together, but you’re a young drake with hundreds of years ahead of you! Spoiling so many of your prime years to wait for her, Spike, that’s not okay.”

“Yeah, I know it isn’t,” Spike deflated, frowning as he sat down. Mrs. Cake knew that she was at a turning point with the drake, not wanting him to reach the point of inconsolable misery. It would be completely inappropriate to make a move once he reached past that point, so Mrs. Cake pressed her forehoof against Spike’s cheek to focus him back on her.

“Honey, don’t be sad,” Mrs. Cake cooed, causing Spike’s heart to warm at the much-needed touch. The chubby blue MILF moved her forehoof down his shoulder, to his chest as she looked at him. “I think I know just the solution to make both of us happy, but you should know that if you say yes, you’re saying goodbye to an honest relationship with your marefriend.”

“An honest one?” Spike’s muzzle twitched with confusion.

“Yes, dear, because I’ve frankly tired of Carrot Cake going years without fucking me,” Mrs. Cake spat, letting her venom show as she narrowed her eyes at the stairs where her husband left. “And a powerful drake like you deserves to be taught to your full potential, let me give you proper payment, and I’ll give you sexual experiences beyond your wildest dreams. This first time, you don’t even have to do anything. Just leave all the work to me, and I’ll make sure it's everything you hope for. You don’t have to leave your marefriend, but if she ends up finding out…”

“Everything will be over…” Spike concluded, his eyes darting everywhere as he seemed to be thinking over Mrs. Cake’s proposition. Sweetie Belle was a fantastic friend, but Spike found it harder to justify her lack of initiative or interest in touching him passionately. She was already aware of his draconic sex drive, so denying him any sort of intimacy at all was becoming more viciously cruel by the day. Such a realization brought into question if Sweetie Belle was even a good partner at all, and if he had been telling himself lies and half-truths to justify his needs being neglected. He couldn’t do it anymore, not when the fat-assed mare Mrs. Cake was offering him relief, potentially more than once! Feeling a surge of draconic carnal hunger rage throughout his bigger body, Spike panted as he felt himself growing hard. Though as he felt his knot against his belly, Spike tensed as he looked at Mrs. Cake. “But your husband doesn’t have a knot, are you going to be able to-”

“I’m far more capable than you think, honey,” Mrs. Cake fluttered her eyes at him, licking her lips as she pointed a forehoof at the counter. “Just lay down there, okay? I promise it’ll be able to support your dragon weight. And just tell me if you want me to stop for any reason, I want you to have a wonderful time above all else~”

Spike wanted to feel guilt tugging at his heart, he really did. But all he could feel was a rush of excitement as he’d finally get to lose his virginity to one of the ponies in Ponyville. And the chubby beautifully blue MILF was certainly a golden choice in his eyes. Rushing to the counter and slowly climbing on it, Spike gently pressed his head against the counter where the display case was right below. Turning his head to look at Mrs. Cake, who was about to break a life-long vow for the dragon dick before her, Spike’s eyes were locked on what she was doing. Having turned around so that her deliciously fat ass was facing his direction, Mrs. Cake smirked at him over her own shoulder as she created a loud clap of her ass cheeks. CLAP CLAP CLAP her fat blue butt went, those cupcakes on her ass moving in an hypnotic motion as she fluttered her eyelashes at him. And all the while, Mrs. Cake was unable to take her eyes off the rock hard drake cock that she was about to use. At least a foot long of dark purple monstrosity beheld to her, Mrs. Cake could see that fat purple knot closer to the base of his cock before seeing his bloated balls. The fact that Sweetie Belle hadn’t so much as tried to get him off with her horn or hooves if she was so worried about her holes, got Mrs. Cake’s nostrils exhaling in red hot fury as she clapped her cheeks harder. She’d show Spike how a mare was supposed to appreciate her dragon, and make sure she’d get the inexperienced drake to turn into the stud that the older mare deserved. A beast that’d make her wildest dreams cum true.

Stopping just before she could accidentally wake up her husband, Mrs. Cake turned around and walked towards Spike as she climbed up the counter and stared down at his fat bitchbreaker. Where Sweetie Belle presumably failed, possibly having a panic attack from staring at the carnal behemoth, Mrs. Cake would not only succeed, but excel. Focusing her attention on Spike’s massive balls, Mrs. Cake brought her nostrils close to them and inhaled that draconic smell and was introduced into a new world entirely. It was a spicy smell, as to be expected from a fire-breathing drake, but it was also very much the powerful masculine musk that flooded her nostrils and nearly became her undoing. She didn’t know if it was because drakes just naturally have a heavier musk than stallions, or if Spike had been too busy to recently shower, but Mrs. Cake was in love with his musk alone. Taking another deep inhale of Spike’s draconic musk, Mrs. Cake felt her fluids drool onto his stretched out tail as she brought her mouth to his grapefruit-sized balls, closing her eyes and sticking her tongue out as she made out with his cumtanks. Humming against the fleshy surfaces, Mrs. Cake briefly opened her eyes as they rolled to the back of her head. The chubby MILF swore up and down in her head that his balls tasted better than candy, a divine taste for the senses as Mrs. Cake couldn’t see herself tasting anything better than his dragon balls. Just the taste alone tempted her to make a trip to the Dragon Lands, to be ravaged by many of the dragons to just further indulge herself.

Though, just making one naive drake into her pet would do just fine.

While Mrs. Cake began sucking on Spike’s balls one at a time, going at it passionately before switching to the next one and repeating the pattern, the dragon sighed with deep pleasure as he had watched the seemingly innocent older mare quickly transform into a repressed deviant before his very eyes. As young as the adult drake was, Spike wasn’t stupid. As soon as Mrs. Cake started prying about his sex life, Spike had figured out that she was sexually interested in him. But he was easy, admittedly enough, especially given how tired he was of jerking himself off however much he needed to. Having a near platonic relationship was already breaking him day by day, and it just took one mare with bad intentions to break him into doing the unthinkable. Folding like a house of cards, Spike released a deep-voiced moan as he shuddered against Mrs. Cake’s touch. She stopped sucking on his balls, kissing up his stiff hard length until she reached the fat tip and began drawing her tongue in circles. As Spike watched her, he didn’t even know if said tip would fit inside of Mrs. Cake. He half-expected when she got on top of him, that the hyped up and needy mare would change her mind. But even with that possibility sitting in the back of his mind, Spike was still turned on as Mrs. Cake opened her jaw as much as she reasonably could before plunging down the first two inches of his length. She made out with what she could, the cock being as thick as a soda can and testing her limits right off the bat. Though the challenge excited Mrs. Cake, she took several deep breaths before pushing further. She reached several more inches before stopping right before his tip could move past her throat, making due with what she got in her mouth as she bobbed it up and down, swirling her tongue around his length the whole time.

“Oh fuck,” Spike whined, feeling like his normally strong dragon body was becoming putty in the much older MILF’s hooves. He didn’t know what any of the Mane 6 would think about how quickly he had fallen to such an unexpected mare, especially Twilight, but with each minute passing with Mrs. Cake using him, Spike didn’t know if he could ever give her up. His mind, body, and soul were in carnal heaven right from the jump. He restrained himself from bucking his hips up further, not wanting to sour the mood of the unexpected sexual encounter. Mrs. Cake began using her forehooves to toy with his balls, staring down at them intently before she removed her mouth from his draconic bitchbreaker with a loud pop and lick of her lips.

“Oh dearie, I cannot wait to empty these of every last drop~” Mrs. Cake nearly growled, similar to what Spike would’ve expected of another dragon, starting to bring the young drake into question as to how in control he actually was of the situation. The chubby blue mare moved forward till she was on top of him, grinding her slick wet folds and clit against his pulsing length as Spike looked at her butt intently.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to warm you up?” Spike asked.

“Oh trust me honey, all the saliva and juices will make up more than enough lube,” Mrs. Cake reassured him. “And on top of that, I’m plenty wet. If anyone needs help here though, it's you. I’m going to teach you about many different sex positions, the varying ways to please a mare and be pleased by a mare. I’m sure you know what this position is?”

“I’ve seen it in magazines before, but I don’t know the word for it,” Spike admitted with a growing blush as he tried to look away, only for Mrs. Cake’s hoof to slowly move to his cheek to gently bring his eyes back to her.

“It’s called a cowgirl position, sweetheart,” Mrs. Cake cooed, sending delightfully hot shivers throughout Spike’s normally cold purple scales. “This is when a mare is facing you as she is riding you, bouncing up and down on your cock. I won’t drive you mad anymore, hun. Let me show you so you can see and feel this position…”

Mrs. Cake felt her heart racing with an unfathomable level of excitement, feeling like a naughty mare at prom as she moved her pussy off of him to bring her entrance to be aligned with his wet tip. She was not only about to truly give in to pleasure for the first time in many years, but it was to a youthful drake that made her feel alive just by looking at her. He was laying on the counter, starstruck and mad with desire to have her use him however she wanted. Even with a marefriend his age! Mrs. Cake bit her lip, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she wasted no more time making her wish cum true. Swiftly moving down, thankful to having bitten her lip moments before, Mrs. Cake’s loud moan was cut off by her mouth being closed as she felt the penetration of fat dragon cock rock her world and nearly shatter her mind. She nearly lost her technique right then and there, not because it would hurt like Spike had worried, but because of the skyrocketing sensation of pleasure that overstimulated her entire being. She stopped biting her lip, so as to not break skin, as she moved her pussy down several inches till she had half of him inside. She was a shuddering mess, eyes unfocused and her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she couldn’t control drool from slipping out of her mouth. Spike’s cock was a monster to say the least, and she knew that she’d end up having a monstrous pet of a stud on her hooves should she succeed in winning him over. Moving down further, panting and blushing heavily, Mrs. Cake eventually got all of his cock inside except for that fat knot, though she knew that would happen soon enough.

After a few seconds of recollecting her thoughts, getting back into the physical present, Mrs. Cake moved up till only Spike’s tip was inside of her. It was slow, methodical, and Mrs. Cake brought that all crashing down as she slammed herself back down on Spike’s bitchbreaker with a loud moan that she barely managed to cover with her forehoof. Repeating the process, trying to contain her sounds the best she could, Mrs. Cake savored the gentle plaps of her fat blue ass slamming down on Spike’s thighs, paired with the low groans of pleasure from the dragon she was using. Using his fat dragon cock as little more than a glorified dildo, Mrs. Cake got the hang of controlling him to his delight, grinning down at the starry-eyed drake as she bounced faster.

“You like that, big boy?” Mrs. Cake grunted, watching as Spike frantically nodded his head as if taking a second longer would break the spell over the both of them. Only a few minutes had passed, and the long-deprived MILF was already skyrocketing towards her first orgasm in Celestia knew how long. Even if she was dominating the young drake expertly, Mrs. Cake was still an older mare escaping a dry spell at the end of the day. She needed to cum. Covering her moans with both forehooves, Mrs. Cake felt her walls clenching around Spike’s dick as she convulsed on his dick, squirting her sweet light blue magical mare fluids all over the drake’s dick. Before she could stop him, Spike placed his claws on Mrs. Cake’s cutie marks and thrusted up into her with the virgin technique she had expected from him. Still, his uneven thrusts drove her wild as she came another two times before reasserting herself. Moving his claws with her forehooves back to the counter, Mrs. Cake grunted as she resumed bouncing up and down on him. With a chubby mare such as herself, her stamina was normally short-lived. But with the thrill of cheating on her husband, being attractive and alluring enough to pull a full-grown drake away from his young marefriend, Mrs. Cake felt the strength of multiple alicorns keeping her from tiring out. Years of not getting in on had done that to her, turning her into a slut for dragon dick as she broke out from her repression.

Plapping down onto her own fluids dripping down Spike’s balls and onto the counter, Mrs. Cake grunted and groaned with less modesty by the second. She needed this, and she could feel that Spike with his libido needed it even more than her somehow. Eventually as she slapped down on his dick, Mrs. Cake could feel his balls full with the seed that was going to bloat her belly and make her into a mare balloon. And on top of that, she slammed herself against his knot knowing that it was going to pop inside of her when he came.

“Come on, knot me already,” Mrs. Cake ordered. “I’m a big mare, you won’t hurt me. I need this, Spike.”

Spike nodded, bringing his claws back to his cutie marks as he thrusted up into her several more times. Eventually, with a loud pop and a bigger sensation entering her body, Spike’s knot had entered her body. That quickly followed with rope after rope of his hot dragon seed entering her fertile depths, claiming her far more than her husband ever had. Each time she had thought it was done, and that his orgasm had stopped, another dozen ropes would fill her up. Her belly felt bloated, and eventually became bloated, as he hadn’t stopped cumming till two minutes had passed. Mrs. Cake’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, feeling Spike’s foot-long cock and knot inside her as he had so thoroughly taken her, to the point of where her stomach looked like she was well into a triple pregnancy. One realization was certain, she couldn’t let this dragon stud go.

“Guess we’ll be here a while, huh?” Mrs. Cake laughed, bringing a forehoof to her cum-flated blue stomach. Spike nodded, looking at Mrs. Cake’s cutie marks without a word for a few moments longer before looking at her with a nod.

“Yes, Mrs. Cake,” Spike spoke clearly despite his heavy blush, and the chubby blue mare couldn’t blame him. The drake may not have been in regret, but the older mare could understand that he had crossed a line that he could never take back. His life, his relationship, would never be the same as it once was. Sure he could go to his Sweetie and say it was a one-time moment of passion, but…

“You’ll be returning soon, and I’ll continue training you while my husband and foals are out,” Mrs. Cake decided, smirking down at him as to await any rebuttal. Sure he could say no, shake her off and ruin her life with what they had done. But she saw that hungry dragon flash in his eyes, the carnal need to claim a mare as his “prey” mattered more than anything else. Cooing as she pressed her forehoof against Spike’s face, Mrs. Cake drove the nail into the coffin. “Poor Spikey, finally got a bite after so long of only jerking off, and now he doesn’t want to give it up. Or do you?”

“No, Mrs. Cake, I’d be more than happy to see you soon,” Spike grunted, licking his sharp dragon teeth as he moved his claws up and down the married mare’s body, exploring her while he still had the time. Mrs. Cake sighed with an ear-to-ear smile, shuddering at his sharp digits gently moving up and down her blue fur, as she had felt like a new mare from taking this young buck from his useless marefriend.

After a while, Mrs. Cake was able to pull herself off Spike’s cock with her belly having digested a lot of the cum to where she only looked slightly more pudgy than normal. With swiftness, and constantly checking the stairs for any sign of life that never showed up, Mrs. Cake and her dragon fling-turned-pet make efficient work of cleaning the counter of their sex juices. As well as the floor that was around it, while Spike carried around an air freshener to ward off the smell of sex. After thoroughly inspecting the area, their location of adulterous sin was completely devoid of any signs of it. The only remaining evidence of their deed was the deep knowing that lingered in their hungry minds as Spike left the bakery with a pep in his step and Mrs. Cake skipped up the stairs with an eager flick of her candy-crimson tail…