Author's Note

Contains Lots of stealth sex during a party: eating out a mare in a hallway, hidden hoofjob, brief reverse doggy style underneath a table, doggy style in a hallway, silent sex, loud sex drowned out by music, barely hidden flirting, jealousy/paranoia, fantasy of getting caught, and most importantly...the death of guilt~

The Death of Guilt

“It’s been so long since I’ve been in this castle! I miss being in it, don’t you Spike?”

“Yeah,” Spike blushed as he felt his mind a lot farther from Twilight than he normally would’ve liked, staring intently at the gemstone interior as lecherous thoughts bombarded his mind. The newest generation of students had graduated from the School of Friendship, causing enormous celebration at the castle that Headmare Starlight now owned. Though since Twilight, leader of Equestria, wanted Starlight and the rest of the staff to relax for their own party, she and the Mane 6 decided to host the party and order catering and take care of everything else. Though with the six mares delegating the tasks between each other, Spike wasn’t really needed for the help. He was just there for the party, playing the part of supportive drakefriend to one of the teachers…

“Yeah, sorry, the gem interior looks so delicious,” Spike fibbed, staring down at the purple alicorn he normally was beside in Canterlot. Though she wasn’t half as big as the lumbering four-legged dragon, Twilight had grown a couple feet taller herself and had longer wings than Spike did! They had approached the door to the castle where Twilight had pulled the handle open. The rest of the Mane 6 were finishing off preparations inside the dining room, the catering about to arrive any moment, when Twilight opened the door and saw many creatures waiting outside. The Young Six, half of them who were teachers now, were among those in the small crowd. Starlight Glimmer returning home from the School grounds, Trixie, Sunburst, and the CMC-turned-teachers. Rushing forward past all of the others in the crowd of creatures, Sweetie Belle with her bright green eyes and beaming smile galloped forward and threw her forelegs around Spike’s neck.

“Hey Spike!” Sweetie greeted her lover, pulling back and pressing her soft pony lips against his muzzle briefly before pulling away and hugging Twilight. “Hey Twilight, long time no see! I hope everything went smoothly?”

“With the six of us, you know it!” Twilight winked, waving her forehoof forward as everybody slowly entered the castle. While the purple alicorn personally congratulated each and every one of the graduates that entered her former castle, Spike fell in line back into the castle beside Sweetie Belle as he looked down at the white unicorn with her luscious pink and purple mane. Her face was moderately caked up with makeup, and she smelled heavily of perfume and whatever floral soap she was using now. Looking as gorgeous as could be, Spike remarked to himself. Looking over his shoulder to see Apple Bloom and Scootaloo whispering amongst themselves in the distance, Spike spoke up.

“So how was the graduation?” Spike asked.

“It went great, the students were thrilled to be called out and some of them even had speeches of their own!” Sweetie Belle explained. “It was so endearing to see so many creatures move here and create such lasting friendships with the ponies of Ponyville, and you know…I’m quite happy to have something more with a big handsome drake myself…”

“Is it really more though?” Spike mumbled, a sting in his chest as he glared at her when she wasn’t looking for a fraction of a second before looking away quickly.

“What?” Sweetie tilted her head with a small frown. “You’re mumbling, babe.”

“Oh, I said I’m happy to have something more with you too,” Spike nodded, moving his wing to brush it over Sweetie’s back for a few moments before looking intently at the hallway. “Give me a second, I just realized I really need to go to the restroom.”

“Yeah, I’ll see you at the dining room!” Sweetie shouted after him as the purple dragon sped off down the nearest hallway and opened the door to the singular restroom before sitting on the toilet and burying his face in his claws. It was hard to not feel the resentment burning away in his mind as he had a mare at his side playing “wife” while getting far more from somepony else’s wife. But the purple drake knew that even despite his very real excessively high dragon libido, breaking up with Sweetie Belle because she wasn’t putting out would make him look horrible to say the very least. And on top of that, he genuinely did enjoy the warm personality of his marefriend. At least with the Dragon Lands, the dragons happily took what they wanted with consent and were far more blunt with each other. But he was dealing with sensitive mushy ponies and their sensitive mushy feelings, something that never really felt like a problem to him until he got into a relationship with Sweetie Belle. Then again, there was one mare that somehow embraced him 100%...and she was married.

“Fuck me sideways,” Spike groaned as he got off the toilet seat and stood up on all fours, taking a long deep breath as he reminded himself to be a standup drake for the party. His marefriend was not only present as a beloved teacher at the School of Friendship, but her older sister that Spike valued very highly was one of the hosts of the party. He needed to be the goldenhearted drake that everypony loved so much, not whatever perverted sex beast he’d started to become since Mrs. Cake had taken his virginity. Opening the restroom door and walking back towards the entrance far slower than he had bolted down the hallway, Spike froze in place with his jaw dropping at the mare that Twilight Sparkle was conversing with near the door. Beside the small packages of food was the older mare that had pulled it in…

Mrs. Cake.

“Thank you for the generous tip dear, you really didn’t need to do that…” Mrs. Cake brought a forehoof to her lips as she giggled exaggeratedly at the leader of Equestria, clearly trying to appear her best self in front of such an important mare of royalty instead of the naughty cheater that was just as greedy as a dragon. Maybe even moreso, and Spike felt his erection slap against his belly as he felt forbidden lust instead of disgust at the thought. He couldn’t help feeling his heart pounding as he licked his lips, especially since Mrs. Cake and Princess Twilight hadn’t even noticed his presence in the distance yet. Knowing that if Twilight saw him bricking it, the purple alicorn would immediately be suspicious, Spike took deep breaths and willed himself to become soft right as the two looked in his direction. Twilight beamed as she beckoned Spike over with a waving hoof, while Mrs. Cake fluttered her eyelashes and narrowed her eyes at him, as if she was fucking him with her mere gaze alone.

“Oh hi Mrs. Cake,” Spike sputtered, keeping his mind on a tight leash instead of letting it move forward with the memories of his past two times with Mrs. Cake in her own bakery. Taking a deep breath, Spike willed himself to smile wide as he stared very intently at the food she had brought. “I, uh, didn’t know you were catering for the party.”

“Pinkie insisted upon it, she missed our food ever since she came back from her honeymoon with Cheese Sandwich,” Mrs. Cake explained. “So I made sure to bring several of her favorite dishes, along with a lot of our popular ones too of course. I also didn’t know you were going to be at the party, but then again, I should’ve guessed that since your marefriend is here…”

Spike felt chills down his spine, about to question how the hot chubby temptress knew such an observation, when he had remembered that Sweetie Belle was a teacher at the School of Friendship with a pretty well known standing in the community. He was almost certain that Mrs. Cake was being honest when she said she didn’t know he was going to be there, though that was almost worse somehow. It was like fate was shoving the two towards each other, even when it was at the potential cost of his current relationship.

And on top of it all, the older MILF wore no makeup and certainly no perfume. She only bore the vaguely sweet bakery smell from her hard work, and she couldn’t have pulled in Spike more with that alone. The smell that reminded him of all her weapons of seduction was like that of a siren’s call, pulling him in until he was a draconic beast plapping the chubby mare into a drooling, screaming mess. Mrs. Cake snapped her gaze away from Spike, breaking him out of the entrancing spell that he was feeling beginning to take hold, turning to look at Twilight as she gestured to the cart of food with a gentle smile.

“I better unload everything at the table, I’m sure the guests are starving,” Mrs. Cake nodded.

“I’ll help,” Spike quickly added before he could think twice about his offer. “It would be hard pulling all that anymore than you already did, plus my claws and tail make the trip a lot quicker.”

“That’s right, you do have very useful claws,” Mrs. Cake bit her lip, blatantly blushing while Twilight had turned away and was walking towards the dining room. With the purple alicorn still in hearing distance, Spike felt his neurons catch fire at the near blown cover as he scowled and used his claws to show the older mare a “zip-it” gesture over his own muzzle. Pouting in turn, Mrs. Cake continued. “What? It’s true.”

“You’ve got to be smart enough to have some sense of decency at a party this big, especially with my marefriend here,” Spike sighed, shaking his head.

“You’re right, I’m not dumb,” Mrs. Cake shrugged with a roll of her eyes as Twilight disappeared well out of sight. The chubby blue mare looked over her shoulder, seeing that nopony else was going to come in, before looking to the big drake stud before her. “I know exactly what I’m doing, and if you’ve got a problem with it, I’ll be more than happy to leave and come up with an excuse for Twilight. Let you have your cute puppy dog date with Sweetie Belle, you two can make goo-goo eyes and get absolutely nowhere as always. That’s what you want, right?”

Spike clammed up, finding it far harder to say yes than he had initially expected. The way Mrs. Cake had put it, was generous. The big purple dragon was lucky to even get that far with his marefriend, with her usually taking off to her friends, students, or sister given how busy her life normally was. Snorting smoke out of his nostrils, Spike’s shoulders slouched as he gestured to the direction that Twilight left.

“Go ahead, you’re welcome to enjoy the party same as everyone else,” Spike relented, walking past her and standing on his hindlegs as he pressed his claws against the handle of the cart full of food, pushing it forward as he made his way to the party where the Elements of Harmony and Sweetie Belle were at. With nobody in the hallways, Mrs. Cake threw herself against Spike’s scent, draping her lovely bakery scent over him and flooding his nostrils with the divine and nostalgic smell as they made their way to the party. Even though Spike knew she’d remove herself from him when they got in view of the others, there was still the thrill of being caught with an older mare so affectionately against him in such a big castle where anything was possible. Any chance of regretting his decision to welcome Mrs. Cake’s advances at such a big event were gone, with the drake feeling bigger than life at being so wanted. Even if she teased him the whole time with no outcome, Spike was just happy to have a mare wanting him for more than a hug and kiss.

“So, how has it been going with Sweetie Belle?” Mrs. Cake looked up at the big drake. “Surely you two have taken it to the next level, perhaps started to have long makeout sessions on the couch? Maybe she’s given you a magicjob with her horn? I’ve heard there’s a lot of good spells that can drive a stallion wild…”

“No and no,” Spike admitted. “She’s been working long hours after classes because all of them were working hard to get ready for the graduation. Her and all of the other teachers and staff, and I could tell she’s really putting her heart and soul into this. So I’m proud of her.”

“Sure, I love to do the same with my food,” Mrs. Cake understood. “But with such a big heart and soul, surely there’s a bit more she could pour into you? Or accept from you?”

“Well, we’ve had this talk already,” Spike reiterated. “And I’m not really going to push her on it.”

“Just seems like she’s wasting your time,” Mrs. Cake pointed out, moving herself off of Spike’s side as she trotted ahead of him, moving her tail and flashing her goods for him to blatantly ogle. Dark blue ponut, and pussy lips right beneath, her backside was a feast for the senses. He felt like he could practically taste those juices like he did before, and he moved from the cart as he lumbered forward towards the MILF. Feeling a perverse thrill with the chubby blue mare’s last words echoing in his mind, Spike lunged forward and brought his tongue up from the shuddering MILF’s pussy lips to her ponut. Once he had a taste, he felt like a shark tasting a drop of blood as he brought his purple claws to her cutie marks and dived in, penetrating her pussy with his muzzle as his eyes rolled to the back of his head with the immersive experience. Mrs. Cake could’ve guessed that he would’ve held out as best he could, but she didn’t realize that he would cave in this quickly! Clapping a forehoof over her lips, barely stifling her moan of surprise, Mrs. Cake savored the sensation of part of Spike’s muzzle being inside of her as his long tongue lashed aggressively at her g-spot. Almost as if he was trying to teach her a lesson, Mrs. Cake speculated with delight. She rocked her hips back and forth into Spike’s carnal attack, trying to hold off as she hoped to move off of him before she came. But Spike’s pleasure was far faster, bringing the chubby MILF’s hindlegs trembling as she came a generous several squirts all over the drake’s muzzle and face. Muffled whines barely left her body, her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she was heavily blushing from the level of welcomed hot red shame coursing to her face from being so eagerly taken by her pet a good walk away from the party.

“Ooooh, fuck that was so hot,” Mrs. Cake nearly begged, almost getting her head down and ass up for the big purple drake to assume round 2. Though with her being the experienced MILF teasing him, Mrs. Cake didn’t want to seem too desperate as she stood back up. “Alright Spike, you win. I’ll leave you alone…for an hour.”

“Thanks,” Spike whispered as he began to walk away licking off the cum from his own face, and just when Mrs. Cake thought that he might’ve been annoyed at her antics, she saw his fully erect draconic bitchbreaker slapping against his belly and chest. The chubby married mare decided to indeed hold up her promise, especially since she did want to catch up with everyone, but she would also be spending time calculating her next move. Getting Spike less focused on Sweetie Belle and more addicted to her sensual seduction…

Spike and Mrs. Cake brought the cart to the dining table, with the two and the six hosts working together to set up all the food at the table. With everything set up, the graduation class, teachers, and everyone else intermingled as they talked about anything and everything. Much to Spike’s speedy recovery from his dragon instincts, Mrs. Cake took a seat at the opposite side of the table as she conversed with the Headmare and her staff respectively. Sweetie Belle sat next to him, with her sister on her other side, as Spike filled them in on the royal yet menial tasks of Canterlot and the side-gig of taking care of the twins from time to time. Rarity leaned forward, beaming from ear to ear as she looked Spike in the eyes.

“I’ve recently taken up an apprentice, possibly two,” Rarity giggled. “Yona has been wanting to work into fashion, to create variations of my outfits that are more fitting for yaks and other creatures that have moved into Ponyville.”

“And the other?” Spike asked.

“Possibly Sandbar, I thought he was just there for Yona, but he’s been talking about stallion fashion and creating sea-themed attire,” Rarity winked as she continued. “Guess you could say he’s really coming out of his shell.”

Spike laughed, feeling tension over the whole situation leaving his body, especially as Sweetie Belle leaned just right against his shoulder. With her silky fur against his scales, Spike longed for a little more than nothing, but shunned the debaucherous thoughts as he rested a claw on Sweetie Belle’s shoulder for a few seconds before he saw Mrs. Cake sat next to him out of the corner of his eye. He knew that as long as he was touching Sweetie Belle, Mrs. Cake would not act. The older mare knew better than to inadvertently get his marefriend physically involved in the act itself without her knowledge. After a few minutes of Sweetie Belle explaining how Yona and Sandbar were learning everything just fine, Rarity got up to join the other Elements while a graduated student took the older unicorn’s place. Sweetie Belle moved off of Spike, leaning closer to the student with a bounce of her fat white flanks as Mrs. Cake pressed her forehoof against Spike’s shoulder and gestured to the student his marefriend was talking to.

“Look, she’s even bouncing her ass cheeks for him, whether she realizes it or not,” Mrs. Cake whispered, smirking widely as she continued. “A nice strong pony lad, probably with a length that is half as big as yours and comfortable enough for her. Don’t you think that’s crossed her mind a few times?”

Spike’s jaw dropped as he looked to the stallion that Sweetie Belle was talking to, though he was looking out of the corner of his eye and no longer than two seconds at a time so as to not get their attention. The stallion was a good head taller than Sweetie Belle, had well defined muscles that made him easily pass as a buckball player or a player of some other sport, and stared down at her intently with every word. This wasn’t just a stallion that was listening to his teacher’s praises, Spike thought to himself.

As Spike was staring ahead and away from his marefriend, his eyes narrowed as he was quietly seething, Mrs. Cake was licking her lips as she proceeded to extend her forehoof and move it up and down his length as it grew harder in quicker time than ever before. Provoking him, especially when he knew damn well what poisonous thoughts she was spilling into his already troubled brain, seemed to be the perfect concoction to bringing out his Dragon Greed. The carnal flash from being a decent citizen from making his choice to cave into the need to claim and conquer, and Mrs. Cake was the only mare to bother exploring that side of him. And as long as that was the case, the chubby blue mare was going to take advantage of that every single time that he allowed her too. Speeding up her hoofjob, Spike’s gaze snapped down at the table and what she was doing to him a very short distance away from his own marefriend.

“That’s right, my lovely Spike,” Mrs. Cake whispered as she got Spike to look directly at her. “Embrace your feelings, you know you’ve felt put out by her, and she has to know what she’s been doing. At least enough to be blissfully okay with it, but you can’t control the mare. You can only control yourself, so tell me, what are you going to do?”

Spike remained still, the only moving part of his body being that extending pillar that was about to bump against the table at any moment. Just when Mrs. Cake planned on stopping and leaving him alone, Spike’s face snapped back to life as he heard Pinkie begin to very loudly play music that nearly deafened the rest of the sound in the room. Noticing the long tablecloth that also extended well past the table and to the floor, the two observations in tandem gave Spike a very dirty idea as he pointed a claw to the tablecloth and looked back at Mrs. Cake.

“I’ll make sure no one sees you go under, but you have to be quick,” Spike grunted, and like a mare on prom night, Mrs. Cake’s eyes lit up with insatiable hunger as she dove past the tablecloth and under the table. She moved quicker than Rainbow Dash somehow, and as Spike looked at the party of all adults around him, the big purple drake could tell that no one was even looking in their direction, clearly unaware. He couldn’t know if Mrs. Cake was going to go the easy route of blowing him off or the far riskier gamble of getting knotted underneath the table, but Spike was ready to experience whichever one as he placed his claws firmly against the table and kept an eye on his surroundings.

Sure enough, after a few moments of feeling the older mare moving around under the table, Spike’s eyes briefly widened as he felt the familiar hot and tight depths of the MILF’s fertile depths. He was pretty sure that the older mare was on a birth control of some kind, but with the blue mare intentionally leaving the answer ambiguous, Spike felt himself twitching inside her as inch after inch of his cock entered her depths. He wouldn’t be able to do much without giving himself away, but that left Mrs. Cake to take control as he secretly loved more than anything else. Feeling Mrs. Cake slapping her fat ass against his thighs underneath the tablecloth, Spike savored the feeling for a few minutes before he felt a different type of way.

He enjoyed Mrs. Cake doing a reverse doggy style on his cock, his length inevitably slickened with those juices as the married mare was quietly moaning and cumming around his dick every minute, but still watching Sweetie Belle talk to the stallion made the normally kind drake want to take a far more spiteful role. Tapping Mrs. Cake cutie mark several times, Mrs. Cake took the hint and unsheathed herself from Spike’s dick and slipped out from the other side of the table when Pinkie looked at the older blue mare slipping out past the tablecloth.

“Why were you under the table???” Pinkie placed a forehoof against her lips, of course it was her that would notice. Spike felt an exhale from his chest as the blue mare somehow presented a fork on her forehoof.

“Dropped my fork,” Mrs. Cake blushed.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, that makes sense!” Pinkie nodded with a big smile, turning around and bouncing to wherever her Pinkie Sense brought her. Mrs. Cake walked around the table back to Spike, sitting down and laughing softly.

“Yeah, that wasn’t the best idea,” Mrs. Cake admitted. “Especially if someone wanted you to move when we were knotted. What did you have in mind?”

“Let’s go to one of the farther hallways, I’ll leave first,” Spike decided, getting up and finding a hallway far enough from the noise and hearing distance of the party. After a few minutes, Mrs. Cake showed up and smirked as the drake continued. “I deserve to properly enjoy myself in a way she isn’t giving me, get back in that position you nearly got in earlier. Don’t pretend I didn’t notice.”

Mrs. Cake’s jaw dropped, and she wanted to correct her young buck that she should be the one giving orders. But with the anticipation of getting railed out in the same building as Spike’s marefriend, Mrs. Cake got down with her head pressed against the ground with her forelegs as she had her fat ass high up in the air. Jiggling it and creating a hypnotic motion with her cupcake cutie marks, Mrs. Cake didn’t have to wait for long as she felt Spike’s claws over them as he slid back into her hot depths, the both of them releasing mutual moans from the return of each other. Both Mrs. Cake releasing a long feminine and self-admittedly whorish moan at her welcome degradation, and Spike’s deeper moan at savoring superior MILF cunt while his marefriend was none the wiser. They both could have very well been making it up, just imagining that Sweetie Belle was turned on by the stallion before her, but Spike didn’t really care. She was neglecting him either way knowingly, and that was enough to finally give up any inkling of guilt as he submitted to his debaucherous dragon needs.

Snarling loud, Spike pulled out of Mrs. Cake’s sopping wet pussy almost entirely before slamming himself back in, only his knot remaining outside of the chubby blue mare for the time being. Mrs. Cake howled, before her following sounds of delight were slightly quieter in case that she was being too loud. Though with the loud music in the distance, the two couldn’t see themselves being caught unless some of the partygoers decided to wander the hallways. Spike imagined much to his perverted delight, Sweetie Belle catching them in the act and bolting off as she would realize what she’d pushed Spike to do. He’d happily impregnate Mrs. Cake over and over again if the sinful plump sex-addict would let him, though that was a longshot given their current predicaments. Instead, Spike settled for brutally jackhammering his thick draconic bitchbreaker in and out Mrs. Cake’s depths as they got more used to the shape of Spike’s cock. She was becoming more and more made for Spike to take her whenever and wherever, regardless of if the blue mare was in charge or not. Mrs. Cake didn’t care at the moment, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as her tongue was lolling out of her mouth, her fat blue cheeks rippling profoundly as Spike’s thighs smacked into them with lightning force. The PLAP PLAP PLAP would’ve been impossible to get away with were it not for Pinkie’s perfectly timed music.

“Fuck yes, please take me and ruin me with that dragon cock oh fuck yes fuck more!” Mrs. Cake nearly brayed at the end as she had begun to meet Spike’s thrusts with her own, her bluish mare juices spraying with another orgasm that she lost count for. Being so wanted to be railed over a young mare had brought Mrs. Cake into carnal nirvana, her body warm with delight and fulfillment as she moaned long and hard, savoring her sluttiness all the more as she looked over her shoulder with a heavy blush and drool spilling down her mouth. “Breed me!”

Spike blew smoke out of his nostrils as he snarled, gripping Mrs. Cake’s cutie marks tightly as he surged forward and hilted himself into the blue mare, properly knotting her and cumming inside of her as he stared at the hallway from where they left the party. That was the end of that, of feeling like he needed to defend Sweetie Belle anymore. Instead, Spike wanted to claim Mrs. Cake in more places since they already had ticked off the boxes for many different positions. There was so much more to do with her, and Spike only felt his heart racing with the excitement of a young stud as Mrs. Cake giggled.

“Perhaps we should finish the knotting in the restroom?” Mrs. Cake suggested.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea,” Spike agreed, moving his claws from Mrs. Cake’s cutie marks to her sides as he lifted her up into the air while still being inside her. With her cumbloated belly, it took a little more effort than expected, but the two hung out in the restroom for a while till he was able to pull out. Then, one at a time, the drake and MILF returned to the party, everyone perfectly unaware of the infidelity that happened during said party…