Author's Note

Contains badmouthing marefriend (from a lot of characters this time, she missed his birthday!!!), vaginal, doggy style, full nelson, lingerie, hotdogging, dirty talk/screaming, blatant cheating fetish w/lots of insults, convenient soundproof spell, brief fear of getting caught, and relief of not getting caught after!

I think this might be one of the more sadistic chapters I've written XD

Spike's Birthday Gift

“Happy birthday Spike!”

Spike had ended up spending the night before in the castle, as did the leader of Equestria, in anticipation of spending his 22nd birthday in Ponyville. Twilight Sparkle nodded eagerly, asserting that not only most of Spike’s best memories were in Ponyville, but she was very understanding that he’d want to be with his beloved marefriend Sweetie Belle. When Spike went to bed the night before, imagining Sweetie Belle staring at him with sultry eyes and insisting on consummating their relationship for his birthday…

…he felt nothing, not even a twitch in his length. The fantasy in his head was like imagining watching paint dry.

But staring at the beautiful purple alicorn that had been there for him since he hatched, not quite a family member but more of that of a lifelong friend and teacher to him, Spike felt his heart flutter in a wholesome way that was not tainted by resentment nor depravity. With all the selfish Dragon Greed he had been succumbing to, even if he loved every moment of it, it was kind of nice to take a breather with the pony he trusted most. Smiling wide in his dragon muzzle at Twilight, Spike rolled out of the guest bed and lumbered over to the alicorn leader he towered above now. Throwing his forelegs around Twilight in a deep hug and sigh, his sad excuse for a relationship and his tragically hidden relationship with Mrs. Cake hitting his mind with full force, he felt the alicorn underneath him tense a little.

“Is…everything okay, Spike?” Twilight asked. “I thought you’d be a bit more thrilled, I even said I’d make you gemcakes. Your favorite, remember?”

“Yeah, that sounds amazing,” Spike’s voice lifted a bit at that reminder, he could never be put off from eating those delicious gem-filled pancakes and their glittery crunch. “I think I overslept, and now I feel exhausted as all get out.”

“I hate when that happens,” Twilight laughed as Spike pulled away from the hug, turning to the door to his room and opening the door. That was easier than looking Twilight in the eye. Sure he didn’t feel guilt about Sweetie Belle anymore, and hadn’t in a while. But Mrs. Cake made him so happy, so much like himself for the first time in his life, that he wished he could spill his heart-eyed stories to the most important pony he’s had in his life. He wanted so badly for Twilight to be happy for him, and his heart broke a little at the worst possible reactions he imagined. Or worse of all, Twilight downright disowning him. He wasn’t sure if that would be worth keeping Mrs. Cake around, caring about Twilight leagues more than he’d ever cared about Sweetie Belle. She was, at this point, more of an afterthought.

So when he walked down the hallway and saw Rarity instead of his supposed marefriend, Spike wasn’t even shocked at that point. He couldn’t even fake shock, staring blankly at the wide-eyed and sweating unicorn mare.

“Hello Spike…so, Apple Bloom and Scootaloo kind of roped Sweetie into an emergency cutie mark mission,” Rarity laughed dryly, blushing in second-hoof embarrassment. Spike’s eyes widened in pleasant surprise, glancing over at Twilight who looked beet-red mad at this point. With her eyes wide and her ear twitching in frustration, it was starting to look like even Twilight and Rarity were catching onto Sweetie’s aloofness. If Sweetie Belle’s older sister couldn’t even make excuses for her, how could anypony?

Would they even feel bad for her being cheated on?

“She did huh,” Spike deadpanned, smiling a little. Rarity caught on and her ears perked up as she looked up into Spike’s eyes.

“You’re not angry?” Rarity gasped.

“It’s not a surprise, I’ll put it that way,” Spike laughed, shaking his head. “That isn’t your problem to hold as a burden, Rarity. And I’m sorry, but if she put you up to this, that’s really embarrassing for her. You shouldn’t feel caught in the middle.”

“You…you’ve got a good point,” Rarity’s mouth straightened into a thin line as she processed Spike’s advice. “Why shouldn't she have…?”

“Come here herself to at least say Happy Birthday?” Spike scoffed. “I’m not quite sure, Rarity, but don’t carry that weight. I know I’m not going to.”

“I won’t, thank you darling,” Rarity’s shoulders relaxed with tension she didn’t even realize she was holding in, smiling brightly at Spike as her blush faded. “And Happy Birthday, of course.”

“Thank you, Rarity,” Spike grinned, rushing forward and giving Rarity a big hug as his heart warmed with the familiarity of the mare he looked up to so much when he was younger. Looking down at her sapphire eyes, Spike quipped. “Say, while you’re already here, why don’t you join me and Twilight for breakfast? We can catch up, and your trip can be worthwhile.”

And so Rarity followed Spike and Twilight to the dining room, the big birthday drake sitting down on the chair at the center of the table. Twilight sat on his left and Rarity on his right, with pancakes that were gem-free, as Spike gobbled his gemcakes. They talked about the unicorn’s business, and Twilight and Spike talked to Rarity about relations in Canterlot. After the morning slowly turned to noon, the three of them walked out of the castle as Rarity trotted ahead of the two.

“Thank you so much for inviting me for breakfast, you’ve clearly learned a lesson or two from me!” Rarity giggled, winking at Spike affectionately before trotting away. “I’ll make sure that I talk to Sweetie Belle, but I’m glad you’ll still have a great birthday regardless!”

Spike wanted to assure Rarity that she didn’t have to do that, but the Element of Generosity was already gone, and he and Twilight had already begun their short walk to Sugarcube Corner. Twilight’s expression couldn’t look more angry, and she waited for Spike to look down at her to speak up.

“You mean to tell me she didn’t show up for your birthday?!” Twilight’s wings furiously flew out from her sides, stray feathers falling to the ground as she looked left to right, almost as if she’d see Sweetie Belle in the distance.

“Now now, perhaps the mission will only be for a few hours and she’ll visit us towards the end of the…time at the bakery,” Spike added last minute, remembering that Mrs. Cake had told them both it was a couple hours of foalsitting her twins. Both Twilight and Spike knew better, both the leader of Equestria and the adulterous drake having their own gut feelings that the chubby blue MILF was going to throw a proper birthday party. Twilight tsked and shook her head, normally patient though Spike could see the flustered frustration on her face.

“Mrs. Cake, sweet as she can be, she cares more about your birthday than your own marefriend does!” Twilight scoffed. “I hope you get her something nice for her birthday.”

“Oh I’ll spoil her, don’t worry about that,” Spike gave a wolfish grin the moment Twilight looked away and trotted a little faster towards Sugarcube Corner. His flattered feelings of Twilight caring so much about his birthday were replaced with the lecherous images of Mrs. Cake and her fat blue ass. Her cupcakes shaking in the air, a sinful symphony of clapping meant for the dragon only, Mrs. Cake was a true paragon of sexuality and seduction. Even if Spike did have a heart of gold when she first came onto him, the purple drake felt his thoughts of worry sizzling out as he licked his teeth in hunger. The normal atmosphere was starting to turn fuzzy in his desire filled with Dragon Greed, his nostrils being filled with his marked mate’s cupcake scent from several gallops away. He felt much less like the drake that was casually having breakfast with his friends, and more like a predator that needed to be restrained.

Spike was so distracted that he almost crashed into Twilight and the door of Sugarcube Corner, moving back a little and scratching the back of his head as he smiled down at his best friend.

“Sorry, missed my step,” Spike laughed, grabbing the door handle with his claw and opening it only to be hit with a fistful of confetti that made him close his eyes as he heard the familiar clashing sound of party blowers. While Mrs. Cake was the first mare he’d want to see entering the establishment, Spike wasn’t the least bit surprised when it was Pinkie Pie who shoved her eccentric blue eyes into his face before bouncing high up in the air.

“HAPPY 22ND BIRTHDAY, SPIKE!” Pinkie screeched, before jumping back and showing everypony who had shown up to the big drake’s birthday party. As expected, he saw while Mrs. Cake was standing respectfully at her husband’s side, she was fluttering her eyelashes at Spike with a bit more subtlety than normal given the circumstances. Mr. Cake smiled and waved at Spike, while the twins barreled over and hugged the big dragon. Spike saw the other Elements of Harmony minus Rarity who went in search of Sweetie, Starlight and Trixie, and even Ember and Thorax had somehow traveled from their respective lands to celebrate their shared friend’s birthday…

…which made the fact that Sweetie Belle wasn’t in the building all the more damning.

“Happy Birthday, Spike!” Pound and Pumpkin Cake shouted in their high-pitched voices, and Spike hugged them back and said the typical pleasantries, where he’d say that they’ve grown a lot bigger since he last saw them, and then the twins would say that Spike had grown way bigger. And the purple drake would laugh, before moving to hug everyone else before turning to the married couple. Mrs. Cake trotted away from her husband, standing on her hindlegs as she wrapped her forelegs around Spike’s neck with a kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you so much, dearie,” Mrs. Cake remarked before pulling away and smiling up at him. Spike shrugged with a bigger grin.

“What for?”

“For volunteering for foalsitting even when it was your birthday!” Mrs. Cake giggled and blushed as she continued. “Even though it wasn’t real, of course. I knew such a kind drake like you would’ve done it in a heartbeat~”

“Thank you, Spike,” Mr. Cake agreed. “I know Twilight probably made you gemcakes already, but we made a ruby and sapphire triple-layered cake with a nice big emerald in the middle. Eat up, we know dragons have big appetites and all.”

“They sure do~” Mrs. Cake looked at Spike, her eyes narrowed in a brief wolfish expression showing her hungry desire in full force before her face returned to its matronly innocence in a flash before the dragon could worry. Spike rushed over into the kitchen, seeing the tall and definitely expensive cake sitting on the same counter he ate out Mrs. Cake on. That beautiful blue mare was the cake he would’ve preferred to eat right then and there….

…but the triple-layered gem cake would make a great second best cake!

The party was starting to die down, with most of the partygoers having already left back to their respective homes. Spike’s true limits of Dragon Greed were getting tested, given that he had to act properly and behaved so temptingly close to Mrs. Cake. He was downright euphoric instead of shameful, perhaps as he should’ve been, looking at a married mare’s fat ass cheeks. But as those memories of fucking her on a train, the hotel, and the nightclub came rushing into his horny dragon brain in full force, Spike was having a much harder time as seeing her as truly belonging to Mr. Cake. The yellow stallion with stickly limbs was pathetic as all could be, making no effort to claim the chubby mare as his own for years. What Mr. Cake was doing to her was downright cruel, and Spike was quick to see himself as a saint in comparison.

Twilight had been there up until ten minutes ago, when one of the students had mentioned an emergency back at the School of Friendship, causing her and Starlight to rush out of Sugarcube Corner. But Twilight was still polite enough to say goodnight, and her and her former student were out in a flash. Spike couldn’t believe his luck, in addition to Mr. Cake bringing the twins upstairs. Seeing him throughout the party, constantly micromanaging (parenting?) the twins and keeping tabs on them constantly, Spike could see where Mrs. Cake had been “tossed” out of the picture. Making sure everything was functioning properly, from his foals’ livelihoods to the business, Mr. Cake had inadvertently forgotten the most important part of life. The spoils with making love, sharing laughter, and embracing family. He had just gotten a grip on the responsibility, but lost his way.

Spike was not going to be like him.

“Goodnight, Spike,” the big purple dragon had heard Mr. Cake say from the top of the stairs, leaving him to look at Mrs. Cake. Granted, Applejack and Rainbow Dash were still in the kitchen probably minutes from passing out from their impromptu drinking contest, and there was still a hoofful of party ponies in the dining room, so it unfortunately wasn’t like they could fuck right then and there. But Mrs. Cake was bold enough to blush brightly in her mildly tipsy state, biting her lip and fluttering her eyelashes up at Spike with adoring affection warring with red hot lust. Spike felt his heart fluttering, and his length hardening underneath him, as the drake realized he needed to make it out of there.

“Goodnight, Mr. Cake!” Spike shouted briefly before hugging Mrs. Cake, that bakery smell making it feel all kinds of wrong just to leave the chubby blue MILF there. He wanted to rail her on the counter, a slight twist to her riding him the night the adulterous MILF took his virginity, but such circumstances made it less than ideal. Spike pulled away, having the hardest time tearing his eyes away from her as he spoke. “Goodnight, Mrs. Cake~”

“Goodnight, Spike. Happy Birthday~” Mrs. Cake winked, and Spike exhaled softly through his nostrils as he opened the door to the bakery and into the cold night air. His heart felt just as cold, no Mrs. Cake to have as his own and certainly no marefriend to actually celebrate his birthday with. As he made his way back to the castle, halfway there with a drop of hopelessness seeping through, Spike jolted and gasped as he felt a warm pelt against his scales. His heart jumped in elated euphoria as he smelled that familiar bakery smell before looking down into Mrs. Cake’s bright pink eyes and wide grin.

“Surprise!” Mrs. Cake laughed. “If anypony asks, you just tell them I’m making sure you get home safe. Okay?”

“Yes, of course,” Spike picked up the pace, feeling a fiery hot draconic excitement as Mrs. Cake nearly galloped alongside him. Her ass cheeks clapped from the fast movement, and her pudgy belly jiggled, such an enticing piece of meat perfect for a drake on his birthday. “What did you tell the others?”

“The same story, basically,” Mrs. Cake quipped as they made it to the castle door, Spike using his long tail to open it and allow them inside. “If I end up spending the night, it’s probably going to be a stretch to come up with a story to everypony. But I’m at a point where the blowup is inevitable, especially when we likely have Ocellus already knowing, it’s just putting it off for as long as possible.”

Spike’s heart flipped inside of his chest, as they rushed towards his bedroom door to see a written note attached to it with a piece of tape. Spike leaned his long dragon neck forward as he read it:

In case Sweetie Belle decides to surprise you, I’ve casted a soundproof spell on the room. You’ll be able to hear us outside, but we won’t be able to hear you or her. Happy Birthday, Spike!!!
-Starlight Glimmer

“This couldn’t be better,” Spike laughed as he opened the door, boldly smacking Mrs. Cake on the cutie mark and watching her ass cheek jiggle on the way in. Mrs. Cake moaned a little, holding back till Spike closed the bedroom door behind him and locked it. Spike looked, and sure enough saw the magical mint green glitters of Starlight’s magic on the walls. With Mrs. Cake slowly climbing onto the bed, Spike saw a lack of need for foreplay this time. Not only was her dark blue pussy lips glistening with hot arousal for cheating on her husband, but he was completely bricked and pent up from going so long without fucking her. Dragon Greed won in the end, and Spike found himself mounted against the blue mare and moving his fat bitchbreaker up and down against her ass cheeks hotdogging him. Mrs. Cake was moaning loudly, savoring Starlight’s unintentional gift as she lacked restraint same as Spike.

“Fuck…Breed…Claim…” Spike moaned, his mind long gone as he brought the tip of his draconic dick to Mrs. Cake’s pussy. The blue mare was eager, seeing both of Spike’s claws on each side of her head as the big scaly beast was draped over her. It was absolute euphoria for her, and the spinning pleasure got even better as Spike penetrated her pussy with a grunt and snort. The blue mare’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as she screamed in pleasure, feeling inch after inch entering her neglected pussy from her loser husband. Her mouth stayed open, drool spilling out from her mouth as her eyes watered from the intensity from it all. The irony that this all started with her manipulating him wasn’t lost on her, the blue mare having lost her control over their sexual dynamics ages ago. She could certainly get him to stop, or slow down if she really wanted, but her adulterous desires for insanely good dragon dick was too strong for her own good. She felt him halfway inside of her, and the blue mare felt a hint of relief to know that the real Spike was still in there, politely waiting to see if she wanted more.

“Fuck me hard, don’t hold back!” Mrs. Cake begged, wondering if she may cum to regret those words. Spike’s green eyes lit up with excitement, the rare chance to unleash all of his Dragon Greed for the first time since that trip they got extremely lucky. Spike snarled loudly, quick to push forward the rest of his length inside of her with his fat dragon balls slapping against her clit. Mrs. Cake brayed in pleasure, nearly cumming on the spot from the thrust. Spike slowly pulled out, inch after inch leaving the hot blue MILF’s love canal with only his tip still inside. Exhaling puffs of smoke out his nostrils, Spike slammed his entire length inside of the blue mare much faster this time and pulled out again within the span of five seconds. Spike began fucking her like a beast possessed in record time, hitting the blue MILF’s g-spot over and over again as his balls smacked her clit. His body clashed into her ass cheeks to create that thunderous PLAP-ing noise that was beautifully cancelled out by the soundproof spell. His tail swung around violently in the air as he claimed the married mare, eager to knot her again and fall asleep on top of her. Despite his strong arousal, the purple dragon had been entertaining everyone all day and was slightly exhausted. His Dragon Greed was strong enough to propel him to nut in his mare at least one time before he’d succumb to his need for sleep.

“Yes, please, take this mare for your Birthday, I am your gift!” Mrs. Cake screamed. “Not that useless and pathetic bitch that doesn’t even deserve to be called your lover! I almost wish, no…I do wish she’d catch us! That’s what she’d get for not even being there for your Birthday!”

Spike’s eyes widened at the bold words that Mrs. Cake was saying, how turned on the blue mare was to be bad-mouthing Sweetie Belle and be getting off to it at the same time. But his Dragon Greed was too strong as he moved back a little while still thrusting inside of Mrs. Cake, still having one claw on the bed while moving his foreleg back to get ready to smack that cupcake cutie mark on her body. Lunging forward, Spike gave Mrs. Cake’s ass a loud SMACK with his open claw as the blue mare convulsed and came on the spot. With the stinging sensation still burning against her ass, paired with Spike pistoning his length non-stop inside of her pussy, Mrs. Cake couldn’t take it anymore as marecum spilled out in between thrusts and onto the bedsheets. The blue mare’s fantasies were reaching depraved lows, with the chubby earth pony wishing that she was a unicorn, only to take down Starlight’s spell and have everypony outside hear. The awkwardness paired with the assertion that Spike had truly claimed the mare meant for him had brought her to the peak of pleasure beyond anything she could comprehend.

Spike tried to speak in agreement with what Mrs. Cake was saying, fucking her even during her orgasm. But much to his surprise, Spike found himself grunting and snarling instead of speaking. His Dragon Greed was taking over, and before he could stop himself, the big purple dragon found himself standing on his hindlegs and lifting Mrs. Cake into a surprise full nelson off the bed entirely as he held Mrs. Cake’s hindlegs apart with his forelegs. His balls moved fast slapping up into her clit with each thrust, and Spike felt a fire in his veins unlike the past several times before. The Dragon Greed was bringing gratification in his body that was unlike any experience he ever had, exceeding even the enjoyment of eating gems. While gems were a delightful thing for dragons to hoard, Mrs. Cake with her whorish moans and delightfully fat ass cheeks was a possession far greater.

Roaring as he hilted all of his length inside of her, inflating her stomach with his dragon cum and knotting the married mare, Spike thought briefly that Mrs. Cake would be lucky to leave the room at all. If he had it his way, succumbing to temptation, the dominant purple dragon would be fucking Mrs. Cake in a near-infinite loop, only stopping for them to eat and sleep. He collapsed on the bed, catching himself in time to make sure that the blue mare wasn’t crushed underneath him. Mrs. Cake’s eyes fluttered closed in complete bliss, feeling more than satisfied to give the big dragon his birthday gift. One that he was actually deserving of.

Glancing over at the handbag that she had at her side on the way to the castle, the one she managed to place on the dresser without the horny Spike noticing, Mrs. Cake waited till Spike’s knot popped out of her to initiate the second part of her surprise…

“Spike? You probably want to wake up before anypony knocks on the door…”

Spike found himself surprisingly on his back laying on the bed underneath the covers, since he hadn’t fallen asleep that way. Did Mrs. Cake somehow move the big lug? He woke up and lifted his head to see Mrs. Cake standing on the foot of the bed near his claws, wearing an outfit that she didn’t the night before. Spike wondered how she snuck it in, but that's beside the point. The seductive deep red panties and bra over her crotchboobs were surrounded with black lace around the ends, with a big red bow above her ponut around the base of her tail. The outfit somehow made the older mare look young, full of life, and downright beautiful. Spike’s mouth watered, his heart pounded in his chest, and he found himself flinging himself onto all fours as he stood on the bed and faced the chubby blue mare. A miracle bestowed to him, Spike could’ve sworn he would have either been celibate till reuniting with the Dragon Lands, or died a virgin. Mrs. Cake and her lack of love life, her willingness to do whatever it took to be loved and feel young again, was Mr. Cake’s trash and Spike’s treasure. He promised himself that he’d make sure he make Mrs. Cake feel just as great as she made him feel, and there was almost nothing he’d do for her.

“You look amazing,” Spike’s heart fluttered, and his length was stirring back to life with all the orgasms he didn’t get to have the night before. To sleep from pleasure and wake up to it? Mrs. Cake was truly a paragon of pleasure and kindness, and Spike instinctually laid on his back again and let his thick purple bitchbreaker fling upward and bounce side to side before Mrs. Cake got it in place with her panty-clad ass cheeks. With that silky red fabric wet with arousal against Spike’s length, Mrs. Cake moved her clothed pussy entrance up and down the dragon’s dick while looking over her shoulder. Her eyes were half-lidded in their sultry gaze, grinning deviously at Spike as the older mare knew damn well what she was doing. Sweetie Belle’s image and future attempts to look better in Spike’s eyes would be all for naught, as the blue succubus was already working her adulterous spell.

“Fuck, your pussy isn’t even actually on me,” Spike groaned in fascination. “You’ve never tried this on that loser?”

“Nnngh, I have a few times in the morning, but he just rolls over and sleeps some more,” Mrs. Cake moaned at the insult Spike had used on her husband. During the trip, they hadn’t talked about their respective partners much, just happy to be fucking each other. But now, having grown more tired of their relationships by the day, something in the two of them changed. Mrs. Cake pulled away, shimmying her hindlegs over the panties as she removed them and tossed them to the floor. Instead of getting into a reverse cowgirl position like Spike had expected, the chubby blue MILF surprised Spike by trotting over to the door and standing on her hindlegs. Resting her forelegs against the surface of the door, glancing at the glittery magic still on the walls and the door itself, Mrs. Cake smirked as she parted her bow-clad tail to the side and winked at the big dragon.

“Why don’t we test how effective your friend’s spell is?” Mrs. Cake snickered, her body alight with the dangerous risk of testing the waters. Of potentially getting caught either from somepony feeling the bumping of the door, or the magical spell fading out since it was likely only meant to last a full night. The risk was there, and for both Spike and Mrs. Cake, it was electric. Spike rushed off the bed, his wings propelling him off the mattress and mounting the slutty mother within seconds. He stood well taller than the small yet chubby mare, his big dragon claws against the door as he was swift to penetrate the moaning MILF. Her crotchboobs jiggled in their bra, something that Spike was going to fix shortly. Spike moved his muzzle towards Mrs. Cake’s exposed neck, snarling as he opened his mouth and danced his long flexible tongue over the fur on her neck as he got the excited blue mare to bray loudly. Here Mrs. Cake was, getting railed against the door in Starlight’s own castle while the drake that was taken was slathering her poor neck. While Mr. Cake was none the wiser. Such a thought made Mrs. Cake reach her breaking point again, cumming all over the dragon’s dick. While they were content to enjoy each other’s company at first, it soon became obvious that thinking of their partners during their own sex became a shared fetish of theirs. Why be ashamed or ignore their partners’ existence if they were going to fuck this much? Mrs. Cake started to savor it, the insult against her pathetic husband slamming into her mind again and again with each vicious PLAP Spike made into her pussy.

And then…

…Spike and Mrs. Cake heard and felt a knock on the door. The purple drake expected to feel horrified, to relent, but he pulled away from his mare’s neck and fucked Mrs. Cake faster. Before Mrs. Cake could approach any sort of modesty, the blue mare caved to her urges as she came a second time shortly after the first time with a loud scream of pleasure. Drool fell against the door, the blue mare equally aroused at the prospect of either Mr. Cake or Sweetie Belle being at the door. She stopped screaming so loud, waiting to hear a feminine voice on the other end.

“Spike…are you even in there? I thought you would have opened the door by now,” Sweetie Belle spoke slowly and clearly, sounding uncertain. “Are you mad at me? I wouldn’t blame you, but I wanted to know if you were okay.”

“Oh he is doing just perfect with my help!” Mrs. Cake laughed, feeling more sadistic than usual. Perhaps the selfish and brutal sensation of Dragon Greed was having that influence on her, but Mrs. Cake couldn’t stop even if Sweetie Belle did end up hearing her. “You hear me, you prudish cuck? Your supposed ‘drakefriend,’ if you could even call him that, is fucking my holes on the regular? Do you feel good? You stupid fucking mare! YES, SPIKE, RIGHT THERE. HIT MY G-SPOT AND KNOT ME WHILE THIS MARE SUFFERS IN HER GUILT.”

“Fuh-fuh-fucking Celestia you’re enjoying this,” Spike groaned, though his thrusts mirrored the excitement of the mare beneath him, railing her like a beast possessed as Mrs. Cake stopped her sounds to hear if Sweetie Belle said anything else. For a few moments, the blue mare’s veins ran cold as she imagined Sweetie Belle rushing off to tell her husband, and the loser trying to get full custody of her twins. The actual consequences of her actions briefly flashed in her mind, before she heard Sweetie Belle’s voice.

“I guess I’ll try coming back later…” Sweetie Belle sighed, and a warm flash of relief rushed through Mrs. Cake’s body as she felt Spike’s claw move underneath her and tear off her bra. Cupping her crotchboobs, Spike roared loudly as he hilted and came in the blue mare once more. The big purple drake leaned against the door, waiting to pull his knot out so that he could fuck Mrs. Cake senseless again.

Making sure Sweetie Belle was alright could wait till the afternoon…