Author's Note

Contains shower blowjob, sexual potions, consensual nightclub exhibitionism, making out, titjob, facefucking, full nelson, ruined makeup, brief age insecurities, and romantic confession!

Love in the Club

“Mmmph, nnnng!”

Mrs. Cake felt the hot water cascading down her hot crimson mane and making her strands cling to her bright blue fur as her eyes rolled to the back of her head, taking the brunt of Spike’s powerful length in her mouth as he had his claws on each side of her face. They had spent the day before visiting the different levels of the Gallop Canyon, something that was safe and possible thanks to the many flying chaperones and tour guides including Spike. Though pretending to be nothing more than friends was maddening to the both of them, and once the dinner was over, they had spent the whole night fucking till a couple hours shy of dawn. The fact that the thermostat also was magically enchanted to soundproof the room as well was a miracle, even though sometimes they left it off in hopes of an attendant hearing them fuck. The reason why they kept it on though was they weren’t sure if they were ready for their respective partners to know what they’ve been up to yet.

But now it was one of their few free days on the trip, for students and teachers alike. There was only so much touring and displaying of the area before the eager group of creatures would want to see everything themselves, and thus there was no itinerary for today. Even though they knew they would sweat and smell later, Mrs. Cake and Spike wanted to start the day off with a hot shower to get ready to go out. Their time of modesty in the day from the moment they woke up barely clocked to half an hour before Spike felt himself getting hard. He was a ferocious dragon that had the drive that well exceeded stallions, and fucking was starting to become what he wanted first thing in the morning and last thing before bed. Mrs. Cake offered her mouth, wanting a nice taste of hot dragon cum as part of her breakfast, and the two were off to the races. Spike couldn’t stop staring at Mrs. Cake’s jiggling cupcake cutie marks, delighting in how far the normally sweet baker had fallen from her composed family structure, and Mrs. Cake felt unbelievably wet from more than just the shower. Spike moved his dragon hips back and forth, grunting and exhaling smoke as he claimed Mrs. Cake further as his property. His prize. Mrs. Cake could only do so much training before Spike took to it successfully, no longer needing to be taught at every moment as he approached her with what he learned as well as instincts in a beautiful combination. Spittle fell from Mrs. Cake’s mouth down into the shower drain, her eyes occasionally watered as well from the thick intrusion that exceeded anything her tiny-dicked husband could do to her. Her ears were flattened against her head as she shuddered and stayed still, finding it all too hot to have Spike ravage her like she was a common whorse of some kind.

Spike snarled, hilting himself since Mrs. Cake brought a vial that would help her successfully take all of his dick in her mouth without getting seriously hurt. It was a testament to how little Mrs. Cake was starting to care about being caught at this point, especially since it was incredibly difficult to pull off. She had gone to Starlight Glimmer, the new owner of the Friendship Castle in Ponyville, asking for it in reference to her husband and made the pink mare promise to keep it a secret since it was for intimate affairs. Emphasizing the affair, Mrs. Cake thought to herself at the time. Mrs. Cake felt all of Spike’s draconic length in her mouth and down her throat as she whined against his length and came without even touching herself just as his seed was moving directly into her stomach. They came in unison while the hot shower water was still moving down their bodies, and moments after Spike finished, he broke out of his hungry expression into the Spike that Mrs. Cake met. The one everypony loved, as his snarling face shifted into a warm beaming smile as he pulled his softening length out and grabbed the soap bar.

“Shall we finish up here?”

Mrs. Cake walked out of the shower with a white and pink towel draped over her back, feeling refreshed as she was completely soaped and clean. She was astounded at Spike’s restraint, even though he had just came, as he used his draconic digits to clean her backdoor with soap without claiming it again a second time. Mrs. Cake in turn used the soap against his scales, something that he said that Sweetie Belle did maybe twice. And even still, it would be just for a few seconds until she would insist on being washed thoroughly. Mrs. Cake rolled her eyes while Spike wasn’t looking, the tall purple dragon’s face in his own towel as he was busy drying himself off. Even with something as trivial as a simple shower, his “marefriend” would find some excuse to prioritize herself. The young mare had a horn for Celestia’s sake! Mrs. Cake gritted her teeth, before taking a deep breath to compose herself. Sweetie Belle couldn’t have been in a better place to help Spike out even without her hooves or holes, and yet it simply came down to lack of interest and motivation to being an equal to him. It was tragic at best, and Mrs. Cake’s eyes widened as she wondered where all of this was coming from. Did she really want to ditch her long-standing marriage to have Spike replace her husband? It was a hot fantasy when this had all started, but she was starting to see more and more of what Spike had to offer, and even felt her heart growing bigger for him. She didn’t know if Spike felt the same, however, or if he just saw their affair as temporary.

The fact that she had really started to deeply care about this purple dragon, that she’d be unable to hide it for much longer, scared her a little. She had spent many years accepting that nothing would change, and here she was getting out of an erotic shower with a dragon stud that was claiming her more with each day. And she was even looking forward to more, though for a change, she wanted to hold off till the evening. Since they spent all last night fucking, they had slept in till the early evening, though that worked out more than okay for them. To avoid any unwanted invitations to hangout from the others on the trip, Mrs. Cake threw up a Do Not Disturb sign along with turning on the soundproof function. She only assumed that they would all guess that it was to sleep in or to make plans, and not that they were having sex. Mrs. Cake thought briefly that she might’ve teased Ocellus a little too much, and was all too happy to avoid the blue changeling that felt love and lust energy. Instead, Mrs. Cake finished drying herself up as she placed the towel in the dirty basket so she could get ready for their evening plans.

Just a quick trot away from the hotel they were staying at was the Glowsticks and Blowsticks nightclub that was exclusively for adults only as they were a tourist spot that was well-known for not only their colorful and rowdy raves, but for their policies permitting casual sex inside the building itself. Everypony and creature who entered the building had to provide legitimate ID and consent to witnessing any possible sexual acts that could occur inside of the building, though their trip there was certainly still not without its own unique risks. Though Mrs. Cake highly doubted that any of her students or fellow teachers would, it was still a very real possibility that any one of them could be at the club at the same time. The older blue mare knew that if she was going to go as a “couple” with Spike, she knew she needed to be okay with this. Their night would be the official sacrifice to hiding completely, and the realization brought an uncontrollable amount of excitement in Mrs. Cake’s heart and loins.

Spike didn’t need to do much to get ready, the purple dragon didn’t feel the need to look particularly fancy except maybe some nice black shoes for his feet. They both knew deep down that the only one interested in dolling up was Mrs. Cake, going back into the bathroom to apply a bright green eyeshadow and a bright yellow tank top and skirt that covered up her holes and crotchteats, though she wore no underwear so that Spike could access her with ease. She wore glittery bright purple hoofshoes that made it far more comfortable to walk around, and put on a dark pink lip gloss that complimented her crimson mane and tail. Then for the final touch, she applied a hint of sweet cinnamon perfume to her body, before trotting out of the bathroom and nearly being spooked by Spike, no longer waiting on the bed. The tall purple dragon was looming over her, bringing a claw to right underneath her chin as she was enraptured by his presence.

“Were these the kind of scenes in those romance novels of yours?” Spike questioned, looking up and down Mrs. Cake’s outfit, the only downside of her new look being that he couldn’t see those delicious cupcakes on her ass. Mrs. Cake smirked as she twerked her yellow skirt a little before looking back up at him.

“I’ll be honest, not really,” Mrs. Cake giggled. “They played up a little more modesty and slow burn than just going to a nightclub. Even the ones about forbidden affairs were more focused on the romantic gestures than the dirtiness of the cheating.”

“Wait, you never told me this~” Spike narrowed his eyes, giving a fanged grin as he moved a digit up and down the blue mare’s cheek. “When we first hooked up on your counter, you did tell me you read erotic novels about dragons. But I didn’t know some of these mare protagonists were cheating on their partners with these scaly beasts…”

As Spike bore his intense gaze into Mrs. Cake’s eyes, the blue mare felt more like the purple dragon was becoming even better than the dragons in the books she read. He certainly cared less for the romantic pretenses that hid the inevitable dirtiness of the situation, something that Mrs. Cake was surprised that she liked. He wasn’t saying all the right things to keep her around, but was showing how much he wanted her instead. His actions spoke louder than words, and with a sudden pang of shock, Mrs. Cake realized that in all their times of fucking, the chubby blue mare had never kissed Spike. Since it started off as a raunchy affair, of course the idea didn’t cross Mrs. Cake’s mind at the beginning of it all. But with Spike’s green eyes making everything else fade away, Mrs. Cake’s heart surprisingly fluttered in her chest as she found herself at a crossroads. She knew that locking lips with the dragon would drastically shift their relationship, and would definitely become an abandonment to her own relationship if their sex wasn’t already.

But Mrs. Cake didn’t know if Spike still wanted to continue a relationship with Sweetie Belle, or if for some reason out of nowhere, the white and pink unicorn would decide to restore her relationship. The chubby blue mare knew there was still some attachment Spike had to her, otherwise he would’ve broken up with her by now. The confusion of it all had Mrs. Cake smile awkwardly as she placed her forehoof on Spike’s chest briefly before turning away and trotting towards the door. Stopping, she looked over her shoulder at the tall purple dragon expectedly.

“Ready?” Mrs. Cake asked, Spike grinned his signature sharp smile as he slowly lumbered after her as she opened the door and removed the sign they left on the doorknob…

After walking through the desert, fortunately subjected only to a slightly warm weather as the moon was starting to rise in the sky, Mrs. Cake felt her limbs and heart alight with an excitement that wasn’t that different from a teenage filly going to her first dance with her special somepony. It was a testament to how young and wanted she felt alongside such a strong and powerful dragon stud, feeling her heart rush each time Spike’s tail gently touched her shoulders or her back. They saw the bright neon lights of the big building that was in their sights now, and the older blue mare occasionally checked to see if any of the students or teachers they came with were also heading to the nightclub. Much to her amazement, she was starting to care less and less with each minute at that very possibility. She began to want the purple drake more badly than she ever had before, and at that point, Mrs. Cake was willing to have Spike take her in front of Mr. Cake and Sweetie Belle both if she had to. The naughty and admittedly nasty thought sent shivers throughout her body as she bit her lip and restrained her arousal, at least until they got into the building.

The bouncer at the door was a pegasus stallion with sunglasses and a suit, standing diligently and looking at Mrs. Cake and Spike as they brought out their IDs by the time that they had reached him. He took the time to look at both of them, giving a nod as he pushed the door open and allowed them inside. The building was nearly completely dark if not for the dozens upon dozens of glowsticks and occasionally flashing lights. Seeing the various creatures jumping around, drinking and bumping into one another, brought a sense of excitement in both Spike and Mrs. Cake’s hearts as they’d felt more free than ever before in Ponyville. Mrs. Cake galloped ahead with Spike trying his best to keep up with her as they moved through the crowd until Mrs. Cake found a reasonably empty enough space to start twirling and dancing. She took to the scene like a fish to water, and Spike didn’t have to bump into anyone to reach her, watching as everyone to his left and right parted like waves of water with their wide eyes at the beast before them. Spike still smiled at them, nodding his head before turning to the reason why he was there all along. Certainly not Sweetie Belle, even if she’d unintentionally helped him be closer to the blue MILF. But it was Mrs. Cake that had captured his loins first and his heart second.

And given how much his relationship was declining on its own, long before the older mare seduced him, Spike made up his mind right then and there. His current relationship was always going to end, they were “first loves” and most first relationships didn’t last even if they were truly in love with each other. As he stared down at Mrs. Cake, grinning wide at him and dancing in the flashing bright pink, yellow, and green lights moving back and forth rapidly while twerking her ass in every direction, the purple drake felt the epiphany of their growing relationship hit his brain like a gong. He’d spent too many years of his lifetime, from youth to adulthood, caring about all the ponies that he was grateful for letting him exist that he didn’t think to prioritize himself and what he wanted in spite of what everypony else thought. Taking a deep inhale and feeling the overwhelming energy of love and euphoria sweeping the whole room underneath its spell, Spike reached his claws out towards Mrs. Cake as he stood on his hindlegs.

And instinctively, without having to even be asked what Spike wanted her to do, Mrs. Cake got off her forelegs and stood on her hindlegs as she placed her forehooves in his claws. Standing on two of her legs, Mrs. Cake giggled and squealed as Spike danced side to side with her during the blaring music that got every other creature in the room moving to their own rhythm. Spike hummed as he eventually let go of one of Mrs. Cake’s forelegs, only holding one hoof as he twirled her around, getting to see the speedy flutter of her yellow skirt with a brief flash of her cutie marks as she looked at him with bright wide eyes. It wasn’t even five minutes in and their time together had already gone without a hitch, without either of them taking the time to fear either of their partners and what they had to say. Or even to stop and get a drink of alcohol, or to worry about someone they knew seeing them.

Spike and Mrs. Cake were worlds apart in every sense of the word, and yet, they were completely mystified by each other. The life that was supposed to make sense to Mrs. Cake on paper, of being with her like-minded husband and having the cozy business where nothing went wrong, disgusted her on all fronts. She knew that a good amount of these ponies must’ve at least heard about her, and the thrill of knowing that she was publicly cheating on her husband was becoming too much to bear. As the music got a heavier and more frequent beat, Mrs. Cake’s wobbly smile at the overwhelming attention shifted into something darker as she narrowed her eyes at Spike and smirked. They both knew deep down what they chose this nightclub, and as Spike felt his length hardening from the excitement, Mrs. Cake let go of Spike’s claws as she dropped back on all fours and moved backwards. Before Spike could drop back from standing on his hindlegs, Mrs. Cake moved against his purple dragon length and rubbed both holes against him.

Looking over his shoulder and winking at him, Mrs. Cake knew the trap she was setting up, even if she’d be completely destroyed by the payoff. She’d likely be ruined, filled, and braying louder than anybody at the party from the fucking Spike would give her. It was very likely that somepony would know one or both of them, and they would be exposed for the cheaters they were…

…And Mrs. Cake absolutely loved it.

“What’s wrong, Spike?” Mrs. Cake asked in the quiet moments between songs, waiting before the next song started before she tickled his balls with her crimson tail for a brief moment. She didn’t feel Spike reacting yet, possibly waiting till he was fully hard to act as she eventually moved back far enough to squeeze her cheeks against his pillar in a vicious trap. “Surely you wouldn’t ruin my makeup, or my outfit, in front of everyone would you? Actually, you know who would certainly hate you doing that? My husband, since he would rather me be back home doing work 24/7 and barely acknowledging it with a hug, let alone actually fuck me-”

Spike sharply exhaled smoke from his nostrils, grabbing Mrs. Cake by the waist and flipping her around and throwing her on the floor on her back as he ripped off her skirt and tossed the tattered fabric to the side. Mrs. Cake felt the air knock out of her lungs, and as she opened her mouth to breathe, Spike lunged and locked lips with her in a moment of passion, slapping his foot long pillar of dragon meat in between her dark blue crotchteats as he kissed her hard. Mrs. Cake wrapped her hindlegs around his rear and locked them there, kissing him back as she felt her heart blossoming with the physical confirmation of what she was feeling this whole time. It was only a few moments of the merely romantic kiss, of Spike savoring the more innocent part of his feelings, before he caved further to his physical self of Dragon Greed. Opening her mouth with his long dragon tongue, Spike wrapped his tongue around Mrs. Cake’s fat pony tongue as she moaned deeply into it. And on top of that, Spike moved his fat cock in and out of the space between Mrs. Cake’s fat crotchboobs in a passionate and unplanned titjob. Spike’s length was so long, that as he was sticking his tongue down Mrs. Cake’s throat and bucking his hips back and forth, the tip of his length bumped against the underside of the blue mare’s muzzle. And her dark pink lip gloss was clearly a mess and ruined at this point. How absurdly lewd it was to have a young drake defiling her in front of a big consenting audience, had Mrs. Cake’s eyes rolling to the back of her head as she was delving into a forbidden nirvana that excited her the more she thought about how she shouldn’t be feeling it in the first place. Certainly not for a young drake who was already taken, and having a husband herself.

Spike grunted into Mrs. Cake’s mouth like a beast possessed, feeling less like the hero of Equestria and more like a hungry monster looking to be gratified. He bucked his hips against the smooth warmth of this beautiful blue MILF’s crotchboobs, moaning softly into her mouth as she closed her eyes the moment she felt Spike’s muzzle leave her mouth and be replaced with his fat cock slipping into her mouth. He had stepped forward till he was no longer directly on top of the blue MILF, instead his tail and hindlegs were above and around her head as he dropped the bottom half of his body with each thrust, fucking her face as she felt the savage plap of his fat dragon balls against her drool-covered face. Mrs. Cake let out dirty and used mmphs of divine pleasure, moving her free foreleg fast as she desperately placed her forehoof on her clit and began furiously rubbing herself off to Spike using her as little more than a fleshlight to satisfy his dragon instincts. With his body pushing against her eyes, her eyeshadow also became a mess as Spike glared at the ponies. Some of them averted their eyes and kept dancing, though a few skedaddled off to somewhere else, maybe the bathroom given how they looked seconds away from pissing themselves. Spike snorted, feeling close as he glanced over his shoulder and wondering what Mrs. Cake was moaning about.

Seeing marecum squirt all over her forehoof the moment he looked, Spike snarled as he hilted his entire length inside Mrs. Cake’s mouth with a building-shaking bellow as green fire spouted out of his nostrils and outside of the aim towards the ponies in the room. Though pretty much all of them had stopped dancing and had frozen up from the display, with Spike not being the slightest bit aware as he was busy pumping load after load of hot white seed down Mrs. Cake’s throat and into her steadily inflating stomach. Mrs. Cake’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as she savored having orgasmed in unison with her dragon stud, her heart fluttering from the kiss they shared earlier. She never would’ve expected Spike to make the first move, and frankly still didn’t know what it meant that he did. Kissing usually was reserved with intent to date, though was Spike merely turned on to stick his tongue down her throat?

After her stomach started sloshing with dragon seed, Spike pulled out all of his length and allowed Mrs. Cake to breathe far more air than her nostrils would allow her. Gasping, Mrs. Cake coughed and slowly got up to stare at Spike as his wolfish smirk melted into an expression of wide eyes and a frown as he brought his claw to her shoulder.

“Are you okay? Do you need water?” Spike asked.

“Agh, please,” Mrs. Cake wheezed, giving a tiny smile to put Spike’s mind at ease despite how quickly he turned away and made a beeline for the bar. The patrons of the bar cleared the way as if they’d catch fire if he touched them, though Mrs. Cake noticed a hoofful of them jerking off to the show with beet-red faces. If she had to guess, most of them were getting off to their own inferiority, that they’d never be able to fuck a mare half as well as Spike could and that they’d submitted to their own internal fates. Then of course, there were several mares around Sweetie Belle’s age using their hooves, wings, or even magic from their horns to jerk off to the show. No doubt ones that’d probably be willing to fuck Spike better than his current bitch, considering she didn’t at all. Seeing Spike’s head towering over the whole crowd first, Mrs. Cake watched as he extended a water bottle towards her held by his claw. Taking it in her forehooves, Mrs. Cake opened the bottle and chugged down all of it.

“Thank you, dear,” Mrs. Cake smiled as she littered on the floor by tossing the empty container of plastic. The degenerate.

“Of course,” Spike grinned, though his eyes were still intently on Mrs. Cake as he spoke. “Something the matter?”

“Well, I’m assuming if I can admit anything to someone, it's you,” Mrs. Cake shrugged, though her burning warm chest was alight with anticipation. “When you kissed me, it made me wonder what you meant by it. I know that you’re probably not into Sweetie Belle anymore, but…well, I suppose I wasn’t sure if you were quite interested in an older mare such as myself. I’m not even sure if I can still get pregnant, regardless of if that crossed your mind…”

Mrs. Cake self-consciously looked down at the ground, the drop of insecurity in the back of her mind catching up to her as she pawed her foreleg with one glittering hoofshoe. In her desperation to get her sexual needs met, Mrs. Cake didn’t even bother to consider that she might not have been a worthy pick for Spike in comparison to maybe a young mare in the club. And she went from using Spike to get her rocks off over and over again, to actually caring about him and what he wanted.

What Mrs. Cake did not expect, was for Spike to lean his head forward as he pressed his forehead against the blue mare’s forehead.

“Cup Cake,” Spike breathed out the blue mare’s full name, taking her breath away as she felt the room melt away. “There isn’t a mare in this club, let alone all of Equestria, that can quite charm me like you do. No matter how depraved, they don’t have a heart of gold like you do, and a cake as big as yours. There isn’t a mare that I’d be more proud to fuck in front of a crowd of perverts~”

And with perfect timing, Spike moved away and stood on his hindlegs again as he lifted Mrs. Cake off the ground. Getting her into a full nelson with her hindlegs held by his claws, Spike brought Mrs. Cake’s pussy entrance to the tip of his once more fully erect cock as the blue mare shuddered with her eyes rolling to the back of her head again. Warmth bubbling from her heart longing of deeply repressed romance, and nearly uncontrollable lust wracking her loins, Mrs. Cake couldn’t have been happier to be freed of her husband’s dominion. She had wasted so many years that she couldn’t get back, so succumbing to shared sexual extremes with a dragon was the least she could do to get her life back.

As she smiled wide, feeling more youth and excitement than even her early adult years, Mrs. Cake’s face broke into a loud bray of pleasure to the ceiling high up as she felt Spike’s length gradually fill her up inch after inch with the affirmation of Spike’s words. Even though Spike hadn’t confirmed if that meant either of them leaving their partners, Mrs. Cake was more than assured in that moment that their relationship had done the seemingly impossible and evolved from fucking friends to lovers. Her loud feminine moan meant more than before, that she had claimed him in both body and heart, and she even felt proud to have so much of his seed bloating her stomach where it belonged. Spike exhaled a bout of smoke right above Mrs. Cake’s mane as he hilted almost his whole length inside of her, no longer glaring but staring firmly at the crowd as most of them had resumed dancing knowing that the big dragon wasn’t going to hurt them. But others had started to smell the scent of sex from them, or the sounds of his grunts and her brays of excitement, and took the suggestions to heart as they climbed on top of each other and got it on. Some mares even blatantly faced Spike and Mrs. Cake as different stallions mounted them while both parties watched the show. Mrs. Cake glanced at them, her arousal spiking as she was proud to blatantly disregard her own marriage to ponies that might be aware, but having her eyes on the prize as she looked up at Spike.

Spike began thrusting in earnest as he tilted Mrs. Cake’s head with his own and slid his tongue back into her mouth for most of their time fucking. The rest of the night had moved in a blur with hot fiery pleasure threatening to undo everything Mrs. Cake believed in as the purple dragon pistoned his length in and out of her depths. Only minutes after they had started, Spike snarled with his eyes flashing in their profound sense of Dragon Greed as he came inside Mrs. Cake once more with the audience cheering as they had accepted their Stud for the night. No stallion in the room could’ve remotely hoped to live up to Spike’s power and pursuit of more of it.

With Mrs. Cake knotted during the clapping of hooves, and still held in his grasp, Spike gave a fanged grin as he felt their significant change in relationship was only the beginning to a long and happy life committed to one another…