Author's Note

Contains kitchen oral, playing with teats and clit, sex on husband's bed, eating out, brief deepthroating, mating press, full nelson, sex ed, quickie, passing out, clean up, and a clueless husband.

Training Session

Walking towards Sugarcube Corner with his heart pounding at the debaucherous possibilities that unfolded before his mind, Spike felt alive in his body for the first time in his adulthood. For so long, Spike thought that the excitement in his life that he felt when he was younger, growing up with Equestria’s greatest heroes, was but a feeling of the past when he became an adult and started dating Sweetie Belle. Living in Canterlot alongside the leader of Equestria was a lot more boring than it sounded, watching the purple alicorn that took care of him taking care of menial tasks to pass laws and create new buildings in Equestria. Resolving conflicts that seemed trivial in comparison to the world-threatening evils that they had conquered and defeated not too long ago. And on top of that, settling for a celibate relationship of a mare that strongly resembled the older mare he had pined for. All of that seemed fine, even peaceful he dared to think to himself, but now it laid to waste in his mind as Spike felt like a powerful drake capable of moving mountains.

And it was all because of her.

Stretching out a claw and opening the door, careful not to accidentally fling it due to his far stronger dragon limbs, Spike entered the bakery and saw Mrs. Cake behind the counter. Her eyes lit up as her tail flickered briefly before she stopped herself, her glittering eyes shifting to a normal nod and smile. Of course her instinct was to revert to her customer service persona, Spike laughed a little. He looked to the dining room where two different parties were enjoying their sweets at their respective tables, and then at the kitchen door near the counter. Before he could get a word out to properly greet the older mare, the kitchen door flung open as Mr. Cake stepped out in front of them with Pumpkin and Pound Cake skittering behind him.

“Oh hey Spike, thanks for offering to help my wife with cleanup,” Mr. Cake nodded at him, unaware and slowly more worthless in Spike’s eyes as the yellow-furred stallion seemed indifferent to the drake’s presence before his attractive wife. “I’m going to take these guys to the movies, they couldn’t stop talking about it after you mentioned the new Power Ponies movie that came out.”

“Of course,” Spike beamed, more at the young foals alongside Mr. Cake than anything else as he nodded at them. “You two tell me how much you like the movie, okay?”

“Yes Spike!” the twins shouted, before galloping towards the door. Mr. Cake hugged his wife behind the counter before following them, leaving Mrs. Cake and Spike alone in the lobby as the blue mare smiled at him.

“Sorry about that, I was trying to get a word in but we just got over the lunch rush a few minutes ago,” Mrs. Cake shrugged with a roll of her eyes, starting to blush a little more in her youthful-minded bliss before she looked at the drake that made her feel that way. “Hello, Spike~”

“Hello, Mrs. Cake, it's been too long!” Spike grinned, his sharp teeth only doing wonders to Mrs. Cake’s vividly colorful fantasies. Lumbering forward until he was all too close to her, his head practically hovering over her own as he stared down at her intently, Spike continued. “So what is the plan? You just told me that there was going to be training so to speak…”

“Well, it's only been a few days,” Mrs. Cake remarked on his first statement.

“Yeah, but for my body, it feels like months,” Spike muttered, aware of the blissfully ignorant customers that he couldn’t wait to see leave.

“I know honey,” Mrs. Cake gulped as she changed subject. “Well, I told Mr. Cake that’d we close up shop for the slow hours and clean up for the evening when it gets busy again. We don’t normally do that, as you know. But I had to come up with some excuse of burnout and whatever. Let’s give these ponies another ten minutes to enjoy themselves, and then we’ll ask them to leave.”

Mrs. Cake bit her lip with a narrowed gaze at the dining table, hot red frustration channeled towards the customers lingering in the building. Spike didn’t feel half as annoyed as her, enjoying the anticipation of what he knew he would get from the older mare. And even on an emotional level, Spike felt giddy at the idea of making Mrs. Cake happier than she had been in years. She worked hard for the community, and doubly so for her family, and the mare’s fulfillment of getting that pleasure in return was long overdue. Sure enough, after only five minutes, the rest of the ponies in the dining room had cleared out and Mrs. Cake had galloped out from behind the counter to lock the front door as if she was blocking out timberwolves from coming in. Spike couldn’t help himself, snickering at Mrs. Cake’s swiftness while his eyes instinctively ogled Mrs. Cake’s fat ass and all the delicious desserts it had to offer. It was a feast for the senses, and Spike shut up entirely as he didn’t know which part of her to stare at. Mrs. Cake turned around and trotted up to him.

“I’ll be training you to be my ideal stud,” Mrs. Cake stated clearly, her dark pink eyes sharp as she stared at him more intensely than any other dragon Spike had met in the Dragon Lands. Despite having a soft chubby pony body, and having a sweet personality to everypony else, Mrs. Cake was a force to be reckoned with when she had her sights on what she wanted. She could very well be using Spike to either become a new husband to her when her foals have grown up and left the bakery, or be using him for a few months before she throws the drake away. Her power spoke volumes to Spike without her having to say it outright, feeling his monstrous dragon cock hardening and slapping against his belly and chest as he nodded at Mrs. Cake’s order.

“What does that look like to you?” Spike asked. “Where would you want me?”

“Multiple places, I won’t lie,” Mrs. Cake giggled. “But the kitchen counter might be a good start, I can teach you how to use that dragon tongue of yours. This isn’t just about pleasing that pillar of yours, even if it's very enjoyable to do so…”

Mrs. Cake trotted past the big purple dragon, opening the kitchen door without looking back. Spike waited for a few moments, hunger rushing from his brain into his twitching length as he lumbered into the kitchen to see that Mrs. Cake had just cleaned up the counter and jumped onto it as she opened her legs and had her bright crimson tail parted to the side resting on the countertop surface. With how tall the surface was that Mrs. Cake was sitting on, her crotchteats and pussy lips were eye level with Spike perfectly. As if this moment was made for them and only them, with the thought burning into Spike’s brain as he moved towards her with a lick of his muzzle.

“He doesn’t mind leaving you to me,” Spike pointed out, the words coming out with a venomous disgust as he felt some of that bitterness Mrs. Cake spilled onto his mind several nights before. “What kind of stallion does that to his wife? He doesn’t even bother asserting himself in front of me, or anything like that. What does he think his deprived wife is going to get up to when he can’t even get it up?”

“I don’t know, Spike,” Mrs. Cake shrugged, watching as Spike drifted closer enough for her to bring a forehoof snakily against the back of his head as she had him in her grip. “But you clearly know he is getting exactly what he deserves at this point. Now, you see this clit and my entrance that you’ve gotten to know. Sticking your tongue inside, and wriggling it around, should do the trick. And of course, you’ve got your front claws you could use for the rest of me. Do spit on them first though, otherwise it might hurt.”

“Yes my Mistress,” Spike sighed, his eyes briefly rolling to the back of his head before he went to work just as Mrs. Cake processed the word he had used. Lunging forward, pressing his muzzle right underneath her clit as he stretched out his thinner and much longer dragon tongue into her pussy’s depths, the chubby blue mare pressed her forehoof firmer against the young drake’s head as she felt her loins flash with hot irresistible pleasure. Briefly stopping to spit a little saliva onto his claws, Spike resumed eating her out and using his wet digits to work on her clit and her teats respectively. Dark blue like that of blueberries, the sweet treats practically begged to be played with. He started off barely touching them, treating Mrs. Cake very delicately before getting the hint from her moving her body forward with longing. Twisting them firmly, Spike got pleasurable yelps and loud moans as he had one claw doing that and another spinning firm circles around her clit while he kept his eyes closed for her impending orgasm. He didn’t know how many he could physically get away with before the MILF would wear out and need a shower, but Spike was intending on finding out. Performing the juggling act the only way he knew how, Spike felt Mrs. Cake’s body trembling more and more with each second before her chubby MILF thighs clasped the sides of Spike’s head hard.

“Yes that’s it, such a good stud, yesyesfuckmepleaseme OH FUCK!” Mrs. Cake brayed as her eyes rolled to the back of her head, forgoing her ladylike demeanor altogether as she kept Spike’s head stuck there through each messy orgasm while the purple drake gulped up every squirt that landed in his mouth. Feeling his dragon cock hard as a brick, his balls full of buckets of cum that needed release, Spike panted as his head was released. Shuddering, hungry from the taste that was dangled in front of him, the dragon moaned as he licked off the stickiness from Mrs. Cake’s thighs. Mrs. Cake got to watch the show, of Spike reverting to a beast, as she gave him a buffet of what he had needed after all this time. Rubbing the back of his head much more gently, Mrs. Cake waited for him to stop before jumping off the counter and looking at his erect package.

“Stand against the counter, I’m going to help myself now,” Mrs. Cake ordered, watching as Spike swiftly got into the position she desired: with his front claws resting on the counter she was just sitting on while his back claws were on the floor as he was standing on his hindlegs with his monstrous pillar presented to her. His timid nature contrasting to his big stature was a glorious delight for Mrs. Cake’s needs, the perfect little blueprint for her plans. Even with Spike knowing exactly what she was doing, the eager and naive drake’s libido was still easy to mold into her liking. Sweetie Belle’s lack of care only hit the nail in Spike’s metaphorical coffin, since he was still a dragon at the end of the day. She was off doing who knows what, while her drake lover was hard as a rock for the experienced MILF that would give him exactly what he needed. Bringing her muzzle to his balls and inhaling deeply, having missed that spicy musk since he last left, Mrs. Cake groaned with hunger as she felt more of her juices dripping onto the floor.

Mrs. Cake had carried a profound amount of weight for her husband, their family, and their business while getting pitifully little in return. If it weren’t for the reasons to keep their marriage afloat, Mrs. Cake would’ve felt downright pathetic for waiting so long to seek out other options. Instead, the chubby blue mare felt herself in carnal heaven as she returned to big Spike’s balls and began kissing them as if she was kissing a royal scepter. Dragging her tongue around them and moaning against them, Mrs. Cake felt the scenery of the kitchen and the vague sounds of the outdoors blur away into a messy nothing that she never wanted to leave. Her eyes once again rolled to the back of her head, heat rushing to her face as she all-too-happily degraded herself for dragon dick. Spike sighed as he remained still, allowing Mrs. Cake to help herself as she dragged her tongue from his knot all the way up to his tip before lunging forward. Noticing how she was much quicker to take his cock in her mouth, Spike smirked and tried to keep his composure with the chubby blue mare bobbing her mouth back and forth. He felt her forehooves move to his knot to keep his cock in place for her aim, noticing how quicker she was in her practiced movements as well.

“Did you have practice since last tiaahhhhhh-!” Spike whined as he felt Mrs. Cake’s tongue swirling around his length, causing his world to explode as he was quickly skyrocketing towards his orgasm. He would’ve pulled out so they could smoothly transition into sex if not for the older mare’s hooves keeping him in place, giving the young drake the all too obvious cue to let it happen. Groaning as he pushed another few inches into her throat for the first time, with Mrs. Cake’s gag reflex being tested to the point of having a surprise orgasm of her own, Spike released buckets of his cum deep down her throat and into her stomach for over a minute before swiftly slipping his length out and removing himself from the counter. Mrs. Cake shuddered as she finished her own messy orgasm that dribbled onto the floor. Looking at Mrs. Cake next to him, the blue mare coughing, Spike placed a claw on her shoulder as he petted her.

“Are you okay?” Spike asked.

“Yeah, more than okay,” Mrs. Cake whispered, her depths clenching away at nothing as she felt her mind spinning away at nothing. “Come on, big boy. There’s more for us to do, but kitchen counters aren’t going to be fitting for what I have in mind…”

Spike moved around the kitchen till he reached the fridge, getting a water bottle for both himself and the chubby blue mare walking up to him, draping her upper body over his back as she rubbed against him before chugging her own water and tossing the bottle in the nearby trash. Though she was able to walk fine after, Mrs. Cake still leaned against the much bigger Spike a little as they left the kitchen and walked up the stairs. Spike’s eyes widened as he realized where exactly they were going: the bedroom of Mr. and Mrs. Cake. Her husband was gone from the building, and his wife was leading her big dragon lover into their den. Just that gesture alone was serious for Spike, and telling that Mrs. Cake wasn’t going to let go of him anytime soon. Letting Mrs. Cake push the door open to her own room, Spike followed the chubby blue mare inside while staring at the glistening stains from her own recent orgasm.

“There’s more positions than cowgirl, if that wasn’t already obvious,” Mrs. Cake giggled, trotting towards her bed as Spike used his tail to shut the door behind him. “Positions that a big drake such as yourself would benefit from. As much as I love to take you over, you know you’re the one that’s supposed to fuck me into a mess. To the point of which I pass out…”

“If I may ask?” Spike interrupted her as the chubby MILF jumped onto her made bed, flipping onto her back and splaying out her hindlegs.

“You may, dear.”

“That sounds amazing~” Spike admitted. “But how could I reasonably do that when Mr. Cake will be back soon?”

“Just wash me thoroughly and put these sheets and blankets in the wash, and replace them with the ones I have in the closet,” Mrs. Cake explained. “And come up with something, anything, he’s stupid enough to believe anything you tell him because he doesn’t care enough to question you alone with me.”

“Fuck,” Spike growled, feeling more tension in his body as he processed the words that Mrs. Cake had said. More than anything, did he want to make her happy for taking his virginity and bringing newfound excitement into his life. Taking a deep breath and feeling his erection quickly returning despite having came not ten minutes ago, Spike felt the rush of forbidden excitement throughout his body as he looked at Mrs. Cake’s fluttering eyes. “What do you want me to do?”

“Two positions I want you to try out for your mare~” Mrs. Cake decided, flicking her tail to the side as she moved her hindhooves as close to her head as possible. “Mating press and full nelson. The first one will be easier, though it’ll be a concentrated effort for my hindlegs. I’ll tell you if it's too much of a strain on me, sweetheart. What I want you to do is climb onto the bed over me, like your standard missionary, but I want your claws on the ankles of my hindlegs to push back to the sides of my head. Locking me in place, think you can try that for me, honey?”

“Of course, Mistress,” Spike grunted, following his experienced mare’s instructions as he walked to the foot of the bed and climbed onto it. He was considerably heavier than Mr. Cake, Spike had no doubt about that, so the purple drake wasn’t surprised to hear and feel a noticeable creak in the mattress as it strained with their combined weight. Bringing his claws to Mrs. Cake’s ankles, he firmly clasped them without his grip being too rough as he slowly moved the blue mare’s ankles to the sides of her head. He could tell when it was starting to strain her muscles, though Mrs. Cake only briefly winced before she stared at Spike with her clear bedroom eyes.

“Looks like you’ll be teaching me yoga while I teach you how to properly plow your mare~” Mrs. Cake giggled, feeling the tip of Spike’s monstrous bitchbreaker tease her wet entrance as she prayed to Celestia that she could get a half dozen more orgasms from him before her overstimulated brain would succumb to passing out soon enough. “Don’t worry, Spike. This is perfect, though we just need your length to seal the deal and show me what you’ve learned so far…”

Spike felt his heart flutter, delighted that while they were getting their rocks off, Mrs. Cake was still bothering to teach him everything she knew about sex. And he honestly hadn’t remembered seeing the Mating Press position in his magazines, though he could see why it would be more favorable for a drake than a stallion with his superior flexible claws. Penetrating Mrs. Cake with his fat cock, they both sighed with their combined hot breath mingling with one another as they savored the carnal escape from their mundane lives. Mrs. Cake watched as those missed inches returned to their home, starting to moan as half of his length was now inside of her. Then, she felt his knot bump against her entrance, reminding her of the downtime they’d inevitably have in between sessions. Spike’s hot musky breath teased her nostrils, making the situation all the more real and tantalizing to her before he slipped out most of his length.

“Yes, start off nice and gentle for me~” Mrs. Cake insisted, and Spike obeyed her guidance as he thrusted in and out of her with nearly a foot of his length slipping inside her hot depths before he would move back and repeat the motion. Mrs. Cake enjoyed the sensation, though her carnal hunger was starting to get the better of her. Biting her lip for a few moments with a heavy blush, Mrs. Cake reached her breaking point and continued. “Now go faster, just keep your thrusts even and show me that dragon fucking that mares can’t shut up about.”

Spike knew how recently that more dragons began attending the School of Friendship, and how quickly the ponies of Ponyville took to fantasizing about them and dating them. Books came out that Mrs. Cake had loved to binge-read about dragons, and now unsurprisingly, she was underneath one. Though he was far less eloquent than her and the books she loved to read, Spike knew where his talents would easily shine best. Pulling out until only the tip was inside once more, Spike grunted as he began what would be the start of Mrs. Cake’s undoing. Slamming into her with his thighs hitting her ass cheeks with lightning collision, Mrs. Cake brayed to the ceiling as her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her second orgasm that day rocked her body to its core. Convulsing and feeling drool spill from the sides of her mouth, Mrs. Cake felt shivers coursing through her fur as she came all over Spike’s dick. The predatory parts of Spike’s brain kicked in, thanks to Mrs. Cake’s teaching, as he began pistoning in and out of the MILF like a beast possessed. More of the sex that he was giving to her was becoming a blur, physically and mentally, as he rutted her senseless. Mrs. Cake’s brain blanked out as she got to savor only a hint of the superior dragon stamina that got her losing it like a slut getting gangbanged. Hot warmth rushed through her entire body in pure satisfaction and also splashed off Spike’s dick as Mrs. Cake felt her whole body being rocked back and forth. Her cupcake cutie marks rippled, her ass cheeks became sore from Spike’s thighs, and her crotchboobs wobbled up and down from her body moving. Her legs felt strained, and Mrs. Cake knew she was going to feel roughed up from the experience, though there was one important factor to justify this all…

…Mrs. Cake loved it.

“YES, FUCK ME HARD!” Mrs. Cake screamed, the only words she was able to get out was a string of unintelligible moans and whines as her pupils practically turned into hearts, her walls clenching around Spike’s dick as she came a third time with a low and deeper moan of delight. Taking in Mrs. Cake enjoying his dicking down of her so much, Spike snarled as he felt more of his dragon self take over. He had grown up immersed in pony culture, his first relationship being with a mare that didn’t really need sex that much for a proper relationship. Having an older mare that not only embraced his dragon self, but encouraged it, was a miracle that Spike thanked Celestia for. Drool began to seep out of his muzzle and onto Mrs. Cake’s face, with the dirty act causing the chubby blue mare to cum a fourth time in quick succession to the third. Spike felt the mattress creaking hard with each plap that echoed throughout the room, his swinging tail nearly knocking stuff over as he was too worked up to control it. Drooling anywhere and everywhere, their hot breath melding into one, Spike and Mrs. Cake both felt in their prime as the drake surged forward and popped his knot in her for the second time. Mrs. Cake closed her eyes and gave a loud feminine moan as she savored the foreign sensation, with Spike softly growling as he had knotted her and proceeded to cum inside her for a while. Once again, Mrs. Cake’s stomach drastically bloated and felt like a water balloon, moving as such when the blue mare’s ankles were released and she brought a forehoof to it.

“Fuck that was wonderful,” Mrs. Cake sighed.

“While we’re stuck like this, mind telling me what a…full nelson is?” Spike laughed as he tilted his head at the words.

“My hindlegs will be stretched out on each side of my head again,” Mrs. Cake began. “But this time, you would be standing up and holding me with your forelegs over my hindlegs. We need to be very slow with starting, because I’ve got a bit of a pudgy body that I’m pretty sure you’ll be able to hold up…”

It was a while after Spike’s knot popped out of Mrs. Cake, and that his length had gotten stiff again. Mr. Cake could end up knocking on the locked door of the establishment at any moment, so Spike knew this would be more of a quickie. Which given the effort of holding Mrs. Cake, might’ve been for the best. Though the purple drake was proud of himself as he was standing upright on his hindlegs, holding Mrs. Cake’s hindlegs with his forelegs as he was pistoning in and out of the chubby blue MILF.

“Yes, that’s a good dragon pet, using me as he pleases, such a good stud,” Mrs. Cake rambled hungrily, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as her tongue was lolling out of her mouth. Her crotchboobs bounced up and down more frequently with this position, and being off the ground while being fucked brought more of a thrill than the mating press did. Her pathetic twig of a husband couldn’t even dream to have her in this position, let alone be able to properly fuck her in said position. The full nelson that involved being so thoroughly filled, was physically and mentally freeing in its own right. Spike had tilted Mrs. Cake’s neck at some point, running his dragon tongue across her sensitive blue fur, before lunging forward and biting her neck. Mrs. Cake’s hindlegs twitched from the surprise, gushing out from her pussy around his dragon dick as she experienced her fifth orgasm. Spike wanted to go for orgasm number 6, so he sped up his thrusts harder than he had ever before, keeping them in near-perfect technique as he felt like a deity the way he was making this older mare cum. If he had known how easily the right mare could teach him how to fuck, Spike would given in much sooner.

Pulling back from biting Mrs. Cake’s neck, Spike brought his muzzle to the blue mare’s ear as he whispered: “Cum with me.”

Hilting himself, popping his knot inside the hot blue-furred MILF for the second time that day, Spike bit part of Mrs. Cake’s ear as he came buckets into her depths while the chubby blue mare came in unison with him. She had only heard of such a rare event, certainly never experiencing it once from her husband, so Mrs. Cake thanked her lucky stars for the gifted drake that she got on her lap. And that he landed another mare that was so incompetent in comparison, creating such a perfect scenario.

After Spike’s knot popped out of Mrs. Cake, the blue mare quickly felt herself succumbing to unconsciousness and passing out right before the young and energized purple drake went to work. Moving swiftly almost as much as Rainbow Dash, Spike removed the blankets and sheets from the entire bed and placed them in the washing machine in the room nearby. Taking several minutes to wash Mrs. Cake’s body in the shower, especially the entrance of her pussy despite her bloated stomach being the one factor that might give her away, Spike told himself he would come up with an excuse like the blue mare had asked of him. Washing her thoroughly, Spike sighed as he was covering up the evidence of their sex. Regardless of how their dynamic would end, Spike was young and sentimental over the mare that had taken his virginity. Such was life.

With Mrs. Cake resting on his back, Spike had hastily thrown together the new blankets and sheets onto the bed and gently placed the blue mare on top. As he had done a through look around the room, bathroom included, Spike was about to rush out of the room to make sure that Mr. Cake wasn’t waiting at the door when Mrs. Cake murmured:

“Thank you, Spike.”

“Oh?” Spike felt his heart skip a beat at the mare, his Mistress, maybe even his owner if he really did want to lean into being her stud-pet, and what she had said. Even though her eyes were still closed, Spike smiled and opened the door as he responded. “Yeah, no problem at all, Mrs. Cake…”

Closing the door behind him, Spike nearly tumbled down the stairs and looked at the front door with a rush of excitement as he had seen that nopony was waiting out there. Taking advantage of the spare time that he had left, Spike had returned to the kitchen and began cleaning. After all, if Mr. Cake had walked in to see nothing cleaned up, that could very well be a dead giveaway. And with the additional time the drake had, that could be enough for Mrs. Cake’s bloated stomach to go down! Spike exhaled a breath of relief as he had gotten to work. About half an hour passed, with Spike having finished nearly everything in the kitchen and was about to go clean the dining room tables when he heard a knock that made his scales colder than normal. Turning around from the counter he was cleaning, Spike rushed out the kitchen door to see Mr. Cake with the twins as he unlocked the door and allowed them in.

“Hey Spike,” Mr. Cake grinned as he stepped inside, the foals happily rushing off to the dining room as they talked. “Sorry we were late, the foals wanted ice cream and I didn’t want to say no. Say, where’s Mrs. Cake at?”

“She…uh…” Spike stammered, feeling himself blushing harder the longer he didn’t come up with a plausible excuse. Finally, he blurted out. “She was feeling really burnt out from the lunch rush, so she went to bed while I worked in the kitchen. I kind of dozed off on accident in the kitchen, and you woke me up, so I didn’t get a chance to work on the other rooms in the building. I’m really sorry about that, Mr. Cake.”

Spike knew this was the ultimate test, to really see if Mr. Cake would buy such a flimsy and impulsively-created excuse like his wife had said. Worst that happened was that both their marriage and Spike’s relationship would blow up, and the purple drake could walk away with an exceptional experience under his metaphorical belt.

Instead, Mr. Cake smiled wide as he pressed a forehoof against Spike’s shoulder.

“Oh that’s more than okay, Spike! I know life and all its responsibilities gets exhausting for all of us. You and I can finish cleaning up while we tell you about the movie.”

Spike’s jaw dropped.

Dear, great, big-flanked Celestia….

Mr. Cake is truly pathetic.