Author's Note

Contains hotel sex including on a bed, a nightstand, a bathroom counter, a window, exhibitionism, almost non-stop fucking all day, massive destruction of property, vaginal, anal, oral, mating press, facefucking, slight Dragon Greed-induced growth, possessive dirty talk, orgasmic roars in a hotel, bribery, and developing wholesome protectiveness for a mare's family. I know, how dare I write that part in a story about cheating, right?

Screwing Like Newlyweds

Despite how grand and wonderful their first time making out with each other was, Spike and Mrs. Cake didn’t quite get the chance to celebrate their consummated change in relationship in their hotel room right away, given that by the time they had a few drinks of alcohol and stumbled back to their hotel room, they only had a few hours to sleep for the busier days of touring the Gallop Canyon. And thankfully the evening before, the trip unofficially had “ended,” leaving the rest of that day and the day after for the students and teachers to do whatever it was they wanted. Spike and Mrs. Cake walked back to their hotel room in the early evening with the sun still out and collapsed into bed right away to get a generous amount of sleep before waking up in the early morning fully rested. Both the older married mare and the young purple drake were bright-eyed and happy to be up as early as they were, for their day was packed with plans.

What were those plans for the day?

Mrs. Cake moaned out loud as she felt Spike’s fat purple bitchbreaker sliding in and out of the gap between her hindlegs as she had rested her forelegs on the bed, her face blushing as his length was rubbing against her wet folds with each movement back and forth that the purple drake had teased her. Mrs. Cake’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as she panted, shivering from the delightful feeling of being so thoroughly teased. Spike had his claws gripping Mrs. Cake’s cutie marks, smoke exhaling from his nostrils from how clearly he had won. Even if they hadn’t left their partners yet, Spike was confident it was a matter of a when and not an if. He had kissed Mrs. Cake, gotten her to express romantic longing for him, and fucked her openly in front of a crowd. Even if she didn’t leave her husband first, somepony spotting them at the club snitching was imminent, and Spike was all too grateful for it if they fessed up first. The look on Mr. Cake’s face would be all the more entertaining in such a depraved scenario. Wide-eyed, jaw dropped, horrified at how quickly his world would come crashing down from the neglect he had inflicted upon his wife for years now. Spike had intended on fucking Mrs. Cake on every surface possible, and with the curtains hiding the window of the view, the purple dragon knew that he would eventually open it and that the blue mare would only be more turned on for it. He looked at the different surfaces and spots in the hotel room, his Dragon Greed instincts demanding that he destroy the room and show what property Mrs. Cake was during her stay with him…

Spike had grinned sharply, swinging his claw and smashing the lamp on the nightstand against the wall far harder than he needed to with his wing covering Mrs. Cake so none of the broken pieces hit her from the impact. It shattered and landed all on the floor as Spike then turned to face Mrs. Cake as he had picked her up and placed her back-first on the nightstand. The nightstand was big and long enough to comfortably fit Mrs. Cake on there as she instinctively opened her hindlegs to reveal her dark blue crotchteats, glistening light blue pussy, and fat dark blue ponut. On top of being known as the Cup Cake, the older MILF had a cake for the senses and every type of mare preference known to stallion and apparently dragon. Spike jumped onto the nightstand, able to get his claws gripping the sides of it and his hindlegs pressed against the wall of said nightstand as their combined weight was on it. Recklessly his tail smashed against the wall over and over again with repeated thuds that would wake the dead, and without a doubt Spike would guess the noise would evict the ponies in the neighboring hotel rooms. As far as he was concerned, the room was theirs by right and he and Mrs. Cake were allowed to do what they want with it, and that it would take nothing short of a team of unicorns to get him to stop fucking his treasure.

That word ringing in Spike’s mind like a gong felt right not just in his head but deep in his soul, vibrations rushing through his entire body as he pressed the tip of his length against Mrs. Cake’s pussy, snarling as he penetrated her and got the once repressed mare to bray loudly as inch after inch of his dick had spread out her walls. Spike imagined that even if Mr. Cake somehow did come around to fucking his wife again, he would deep down know that something was amiss. That the supposedly tight mare that was waiting for her husband to come around again was far looser than he remembered her being, it would shatter him to process the reality of how much he failed in his role.

Or, if Spike had to be real with himself, the flea-brain would likely not even notice.

“Oh fuck me, please…f-fuck!” Mrs. Cake moaned, her eyes contorting between rolling and crossing as she began seeing stars, having her head turning and drooling on the nightstand with her tongue lolling out whenever she wasn’t spilling profanities. Spike inhaled her deeply, addicted to that doughy baker smell and the jiggle of her fat blue MILF ass rippling as she delighted in being at the dragon stud’s mercy. His dick imprint against her stomach disappearing and reappearing was something magical, something enchanting, that got both of them addicted to the act and barely able to stop. The only thought that brought fear to Mrs. Cake was knowing what she was willing to give up to keep this going, what she was willing to sacrifice. The more she became addicted and starry-minded, the more she felt like less of the trainer and more like the pet. Less like the predator and more like the prey. She knew that she was surrendering more of herself to him, and she didn’t want to ever stop.

Spike huffed, hearing the nightstand underneath them creak and wobble and shake as the purple dragon’s length slid in and out of Mrs. Cake’s pussy with each thrust he made. His tail that had kept hitting the wall caused a decent dent to be made in it, and he then switched the movements of his tail to hitting the bed as his scales tore up the pillows and sheets into tatters and flying feathers. Spike snarled in delight at having made this room marked territory, and bellowed loud enough to wake everyone in the hotel as he thrusted and filled Mrs. Cake up entirely, the blue-furred mare cumming like a geyser at the same time Spike inserted his knot inside her walls and came buckets inside of her body as her stomach began to inflate. Mrs. Cake brayed and moaned harder than if a trio of stallions were all inside of her, proving just how far gone she was to Spike’s superiority.

Spike took deep breaths from the intensive exercise, and opened his mouth to comment on how amazed he was that the nightstand survived the fucking, when the two heard a loud creak followed by the nightstand shattering to pieces beneath them. Spike slid his wing underneath Mrs. Cake’s back to keep from anything hurting her, and felt the uncomfortable sensation of broken wood and glass rubbing against his scales before he lifted Mrs. Cake in his claws and moved away from the broken nightstand with the blue mare giggling. Spike set her down on the floor, though they were still knotted so the blue MILF was laying on her back.

“Well I’m sure several ponies made noise complaints by now,” Mrs. Cake chittered, grinning brightly as if she was talking about a fun hobby she did the day before. “Though what if some of the creatures we came with come up here? I think they’re familiar with your roar by now…”

“Honestly? I’m going to pretend that I have no idea what they’re talking about,” Spike laughed. “Pretty sure they’ll become too uncomfortable to comment on anything the more their suspicions are confirmed…”

As Spike drew on his sentence, the purple drake ran his claws through Mrs. Cake’s clearly frazzled crimson mane and her cumbloated stomach. And with how many times they planned on screwing, the older blue mare was sure that they’d test the limit to how full it would get before his cum would simply spill out of her. Spike stood over Mrs. Cake protectively in the long minutes they remained knotted, listening over the various commotion of ponies outside before a knock was heard. The two remained deadly silent, Spike having left the Occupied sign on the door before everything had kicked off, and guessing that whoever was on the other end was too reluctant to dare enter on them. The knock didn’t repeat, though Mrs. Cake’s ears perked up at the voice on the other side of the wall.

“Hey Spike? Mrs. Cake?” It was Silverstream’s voice. “Is everything okay over there? The hotel staff thought they heard a dragon roar, and they didn’t know if it was from here or maybe one of the other rooms…”

“There’s other dragons in here?” Mrs. Cake mouthed the question as Spike pressed the blue mare against his chest and lumbered over to the door and partially opened it to show only his face to Silverstream.

“Oh, Mrs. Cake is in the bath right now,” Spike explained. “Though I’ve just been reading one of the books Twilight gave me, so there hasn’t been any roars coming out of my mouth. Are they sure it was even in the hotel? I heard dragon bellows can stretch out for miles.”

“That is true…” Silverstream pressed a claw to her beak as she looked away with her eyes narrowed in deep thought before turning to look back at Spike with a bright grin. “Okay! Sorry for bothering! Me and Ocellus are going to take out some of the students on a tour of one of the rivers, so come down to the lobby in the next few minutes if either of you want to join us!”

“We’ll think about it, but don’t worry about waiting on us,” Spike grinned, his fangs bright with untold intentions as he began closing the door. “You guys have fun though~!”

Spike closed the door and looked down at Mrs. Cake blushing red through her blue fur, biting her lip as she was overcome with her own arousal at being knotted right on the other side of the door. The pleasure was something to get completely lost in, a warm fire stirring in the brief moments she experienced before Spike’s length decided to pop out with some juices spilling on the floor. Spike moved away, allowing Mrs. Cake to slowly stand on all four legs as her eyes looked glazed over with the level of pleasure wracking her body.

“So, where next?” Spike moved his tail to Mrs. Cake’s fat blue ass, toying with her ponut and pussy lips briefly before the tip of his tail very gently touched her nipples. The effect was almost instant, the sensitive milkers being touched caused Mrs. Cake’s eyes to shoot open wide as saucers as she opened her mouth and released a loud feminine moan before throwing a forehoof over her lips instinctively. Spike’s eyes briefly widened from hearing that sound before he laughed and gently moved Mrs. Cake’s forehoof away from her mouth.

“I roared loud enough to alert the staff, I think you’ll be okay!” Spike snickered, and Mrs. Cake’s body relaxed from the reassurance from her dragon stud. “The housekeeper cleaned the bathroom counter, so I think I’ll be trying you out on there next. Are you ready?”

“Yes, please, Spike,” Mrs. Cake said her younger stud’s name all needy and desperate, probably without even meaning to, and Spike felt a surge of arousal flow into his dragon cock as it got hard again and pointed towards the MILF of his dreams. Instead of holding his blossoming heart at bay, he allowed himself to truly fall for her ever since that telling session at the nightclub. The flashing neon lights dancing over the two of them as their hearts were aligned, making out with passion that millions only dreamed of, played out in Spike’s head like it was currently happening. No adventure or date before made him feel that alive, and Spike owed Mrs. Cake’s his heart for the freedom she gave him. It was a gift he was willing to give her a hundred times over and more, and Spike looked deep in Mrs. Cake’s eyes as he picked her up and placed her on the bathroom counter space next to the sink. Mrs. Cake looked into his eyes the whole time as she spread her chubby hind legs apart again, like the start to a long and sensual rhythm between the two. Her teats that were sensitive, her pussy lips glistening with their previous session, on full display for the purple dragon that was getting his Dragon Greed fed like it was a buffet. He jumped onto the bathroom counter as he pressed his front claws against the mirror above the bathroom counter, looking down at the blue mare he had beneath him as he pressed the tip of his cock against her pussy lips.

Mrs. Cake moaned as she felt him penetrate her, the hot intensity of getting roughed up by dragon dick something she was getting progressively more addicted to. When she wasn’t staring up to meet Spike’s hungry dragon eyes and feel the hot breath cascade down on her face, she was staring and feeling the physical warmth of Spike’s chest moving close to her muzzle with each time he pulled his length out of her minus the tip, only to surge forward and slam himself back inside of her and shake the entire bathroom with his passion. Mrs. Cake didn’t even need to train Spike on ruining her in every part of the room, it was something that was coming naturally to him now that he was further embracing his Dragon Greed. Her initial seduction and training sessions had paid off in spades, and Mrs. Cake simply got to lay there on the bathroom countertop and experience the beautiful payoff. She felt sweaty, hot, and delightfully dirty as she felt drips of Spike’s drool from his dragon muzzle land in her mane. She hoped that his essence would change her forever, making it clear that she was a dragon’s mare and not some neglected wife of a loser spindly stallion. Spike’s muscles seemed to have grown more into his limbs with each time they met up to fuck, and Mrs. Cake could’ve sworn he had grown an inch or two taller since she had taken his virginity…

Spike huffed as he viciously plapped Mrs. Cake, his claws pushing further against the mirror as he grunted and growled with the sounds being just barely louder than Mrs. Cake’s moans of need. With his body over Mrs. Cake’s to protect her from any damage to her sensitive pony flesh, Spike grinned at his own reflection before moving one claw back and balling it up as a fist before smashing the mirror. Any normal mare would’ve been downright terrified at a dragon breaking glass while they were fucking her, but Mrs. Cake was far from a normal mare at this point. Shouting “YES!” at the top of her lungs, Mrs. Cake waited till all the glass shards fell around them to stretch out her hindlegs around Spike’s back as she pulled him as close as possible. Seeing stars from just how reactive they had become during their sex, Mrs. Cake bit her lip and came marecum all over Spike’s dick as she felt him knot her again as he came inside of her. Sure enough, with her stomach bloated enough to appear that she was pregnant with five foals, Spike’s cum spilled out past his knot inside of the blue mare and onto the floor of shattered glass. Spike snarled with delight as he imagined the staff having to clean up all of it, and didn’t care what extra fees he had to pay. It was all worth it to absolutely demolish the room and show how powerful he truly was.

Spike didn’t care to look himself in the mirror anyways, not needing to remember what demure and soft-spoken of a “pony” he was before Mrs. Cake changed all of that. Instead, he savored the taboo pleasure of knotting a married mare and staring down at her ear-to-ear smile and heart-shaped eyes. Even at their best, Spike never saw Sweetie Belle look at him like that, and the purple dragon felt his heart melt at how clearly the older blue mare embraced him as he was. With Mrs. Cake still knotted by him, Spike leaned down and pressed his scaly muzzle against her soft furry muzzle as he opened her mouth with his tongue. They made out and let their tongues dance against one another with a deep moan vibrating between them before Spike gently rested against her…

On the messy bed of torn up sheets and pillows, Spike had brought Mrs. Cake into a mating press as he pistoned his fat dragon length in and out of the blue mare’s backdoor. Certainly the fantasy of impregnating the blue mare with superior offspring was his preference, but the purple dragon couldn’t pretend that her ponut didn’t hold a unique appeal of its own with the way it clamped down on his thick length like a vice, or how impressive it was for the inexperienced MILF to even take something so big in her backdoor. Spike groaned with deep satisfaction as they continued screwing all day like newlyweds, looking at the sunset of purple and pink splashes in the bright yellow sky. After the random knock and Silverstream’s visit, the two hadn’t been bothered even with how many times they loudly shattered something (really Spike was doing all the breaking). They had, of course, stopped to take breaks to drink water and eat food they stored in the fridge, planning on breaking that afterwards as well.

Spike felt his tail swinging wildly once more, even though the window was too far away to be broken by his reptilian appendage, the thoughts that normally came with drinking in Mrs. Cake’s chubby blue figure was becoming far in between as he gave in to more draconic thoughts rushing through his mind. Claim and take raged in his mind with more gratification with each time he thrusted into her, feeling deeply hungry even with the more he took. With his Dragon Greed increasing, nothing he took was enough, and his only chance was taking more.

“Mrs. Cake,” Spike grunted, his balls slapping against the baker mare’s fat cheeks as he blew smoke onto her face. Mrs. Cake briefly closed her eyes, though she wasn’t deterred as she smirked looking at Spike with a big blush on her face as she stopped moaning to hear what he had to say. Spike gave a fanged grin as he continued. “You should know by now that you’re my treasure, and why should I let somepony enjoy the spoils to what is mine? That pathetic stallion deserves to lose his wife. You deserve to be taken from him and be the centerpiece to my hoard pile-”

Mrs. Cake brayed to the ceiling, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she briefly blacked out from the feeling of profound excitement from just how much Spike had changed since the first time they had sex. She came as she saw stars, remembering how Spike first was. His voice when he started saying she was his treasure? It was deeper than his normal tone of voice, and she wasn’t sure how much of it was him and how much of it was the poisonous and addicting Dragon Greed his pony friends had desperately tried to keep away from him. It didn’t matter anymore. Spike was a dragon, and those features of him would’ve spilled out in the open one way or another. Mrs. Cake was just over the moon that Spike was becoming the possessive and affectionate stud she needed as a real husband by her side. Spike snarled as he saw Mrs. Cake cum without her clit even being touched, and surged forward as he slapped his balls against her butt with a thunderous PLAP once more before he had hilted himself in her backdoor and knotted her. Mrs. Cake shuddered and bit her lip, cumming a second time at the thick intrusion in her backdoor that was as intense as it was pleasurable.

“Ohhhhh, fuck!” Mrs. Cake shouted, with Spike moving his claws gently through his mane as he savored the smell of the baker now thoroughly entangled with the stench of sex. They embraced the quiet of being knotted again, and readied for several more rounds…

Mrs. Cake’s ass was against the glass looking over the desert city, pressed firmly as Spike was plowing her face while looking at the beautiful view the night sky had to offer. After dozens of orgasms from Mrs. Cake and maybe half that much from the big purple drake, they were well into the night and almost spent. Spike wanted to make sure to get a big bucket of his dragon cum into Mrs. Cake’s stomach, ensuring that all of her holes were taken and that she was his inside and out, before they would have to deal with returning home and living different lives. As much as he wanted to take her away completely, Spike knew that had to be something Mrs. Cake wanted and the blue business owner had to keep running the bakery that she still held dear for her family. Spike snorted as he shook off the thought, as well as the intrusive image of Sweetie Belle and her oblivious face. Gripping the sides of Mrs. Cake’s face tighter, but not too hard, Spike growled as he moved his dick in and out of her warm mouth and savored the sight of her eyes rolling to the back of her head in addition to the spittle that drooled out of her used mouth and onto the floor. The pleasure of fucking the mouth of a married mare, a MILF, was something for the books as Spike had known no greater pleasure.

“Nnnngh, mmmph!” Mrs. Cake moaned loudly against Spike’s cock as her limbs quivered and shook with the orgasm she made against the glass, nearly buckling from the sensation of being used as a fleshlight. Several times she had nearly passed out to the pleasure, to the struggle of breathing in and out so deeply through her nostrils. Meanwhile, Spike was staring far down below at the various ponies that moved about. While he knew they wouldn’t see him, there were buildings nearby that were level at the same height as the hotel room they were in, and Spike certainly didn’t have a doubt that a lucky stallion or mare would look out their respective window and see a big-flanked MILF getting absolutely railed by a tall purple dragon. Snorting with smoke blowing out of his nostrils, Spike imagined giving somepony a show in the distance as he continuously smacked Mrs. Cake’s face over and over again with his thrusts. Openly degrading her as her sacred holes were pressed against the window for dozens to see. Even if for some reason, Mrs. Cake wanted to give up and work it out with her husband, the amount of ponies that had witnessed her getting fucked meant that she’d be found out in one way or another. There was no truly going back to a marriage wiping her hooves completely clean of it, and Spike was aware of his relationship having the same fate. Sweetie Belle could very well know by now what he was doing.

Imagining her in bed having found out such an atrocity, instead of trying not to think of her this time, with the other CMCs by her side, got Spike more fired up than he realized. Snarling as he had pistoned his length in and out of Mrs. Cake’s drooling mouth, Spike gave one final room-shattering bellow before hilting his entire dick in Mrs. Cake’s mouth and down her throat that was still enchanted with the vial to spare her from the devastating soreness of having a thick appendage down there. Spike sighed and closed his eyes as he allowed bucket after bucket of his dragon seed down Mrs. Cake’s throat for a minute before he slipped his length out of her mouth with exhaustion starting to creep in his mind as he took in the absolutely destroyed room and the handiwork he had done. Staring at the broken nightstand, torn up mattress with tattered sheets and pillows, broken fridge, ripped up curtains to the window they were currently at, dented and scratched up walls, and recalling even more damage to the bathroom, Spike’s satisfaction of having claimed the territory as his came to a screeching halt as he realized that the next morning, it would no longer belong to him. And he would have to figure out the consequences as a hotel company wouldn’t dare let him off the hook without having Twilight involved.

“Shit,” Spike muttered, shaking his head though at least he was more than prepared to have his cheating outed.

“Is everything okay?” Mrs. Cake turned around quickly, leaving a messy smear of marecum on the window where her ass was at.

“Right now, yeah,” Spike grumbled, pinching the bridge of his muzzle with his claw as he closed his eyes. “But uh, I don’t know if there’s any chance the hotel company wouldn’t contact Twilight over this. I don’t even think threatening them would work with how much more powerful Twilight is when she’s angry. They’ll still tattle on me.”

“Well,” Mrs. Cake put her forehoof to her mouth as she looked down at the ground, then at the remaining bag of bits Spike had brought for the trip. Most of their expenses were already paid for by Mrs. Cake’s money as she had insisted Spike hold onto his fat stash of money in case of an emergency.

And what would this be?

“Do you think bribing them could work?” Mrs. Cake put her forehoof back on the ground as she grinned knowingly at Spike.

“Hey so I may or may not have accidentally trashed the room here’s 3000 bits for damages and confidentiality okay bye,” Spike had said the words to the mare at the lobby really fast after most of the students and teachers had left the floor, dumping the bag of bits on her desk before turning around and bolting off. “Thank you!”

Spike sat in the train, behaving himself this time as he looked back on those events that had happened hours before as they were about to arrive back in Ponyville any moment now. This time, after Celestia knows how many close calls him and Mrs. Cake got up to throughout the whole trip, the blue mare decided to think with her brain for a change and was on the other side of the seats sitting with Silverstream as they were chatting each other up about the various experiences they had touring Gallop Canyon. And strangely enough, Ocellus sat next to him as quiet as he was. The young adult changeling was staring at her own hooves with a deep blue blush, and Spike dared not to say anything. If the sparse information he knew about changelings was correct, Ocellus was already completely aware of him and Mrs. Cake at least being attracted to each other. She couldn’t have actual proof that they were cheating on their partners, but changelings supposedly had that ability to detect feelings including lust.

The train stopped, and Spike was more than ready to jump off his seat before everyone else and ready to play up the act he needed to. Mrs. Cake wasn’t ready to blow up everything she had, and he was still obedient to her in that regard. Sure enough, as soon as he got off the train, he saw Sweetie Belle and the others. Bright-eyed, no longer sick like the day he had left.

“Spike!” Sweetie Belle galloped towards the purple drake and threw her forelegs around his thick dragon neck. Spike saw Apple Bloom and Scootaloo smile widely at the two, and exhaled a sigh that he didn’t even know he was holding in. Closing his eyes for a few moments, Spike then opened them to see Mrs. Cake trotted over to her husband and their foals in the distance. His heart panged with a bit of concern, finally a nugget of the Spike that was almost completely eroded by Dragon Greed, as he saw the bright eyes of innocence from Pound and Pumpkin Cake. No matter what he and Mrs. Cake chose, Spike knew he had to make sure the twins he had foalsitted for so long would end up okay and not traumatized from what was bound to be found out.

After all, Spike resolved in his mind with iron-clad certainty, any ponies that Mrs. Cake cared for, he cared for too.