Author's Note

Contains anal, claw-lubing, stealth sex in a castle, getting caught (sort of), convenient soundproof spell (again lol), stealth sex w/husband in the other room, very strong verbal degradation/emasculation of cheated-on partner, denouncement of love for cheated-on partner, lies and hiding after sex, surprise anniversary gifts, post-cheating guilt and regret (to those of you looking for some kind of consequences for Mrs. Cake ofc).

Amorous Anniversary Abnormalities

Mrs. Cake woke up, her eyes looking at the day on the calendar that had arrived after weeks of fucking Spike. That near-decade, as of that very morning, became a decade. Sliding out of the bed by herself, Mrs. Cake yawned as she sniffed the air to see if her husband actually bothered making breakfast for her. Nope, not any smell different from the sweets they normally sold downstairs. Walking towards the bathroom, briefly showering and taking care of her mane, Mrs. Cake opened the door and trotted down the stairs where she looked left and right.

“Happy 10 year anniversary, Mrs. Cake!!!”

Mrs. Cake gasped as she felt the zoomy pink mare crash into her as she nearly slammed against the wall, bracing herself right before Pinkie Pie pulled back and grinned wide-eyed at her boss. Mrs. Cake smiled back, though it wasn’t the pony that should’ve greeted her first.

“Well thank you dear,” Mrs. Cake laughed as she dusted herself off from Pinkie’s tackle. “That’s very sweet of you to congratulate me on such a long and loving marriage. If you could be so kind as to tell me where my husband is?”

“Oh yes! He’s delivering a catering order to the other side of town, but he wanted you to know that you are in his thoughts~!” Pinkie giggled, her tail twitching sporadically as she finished her sentence. Mrs. Cake tried to hide her pout, not knowing if her husband even remembered their anniversary, or if that was an empty gesture he had Pinkie say to her. Even if he did remember, it mattered little to the chubby blue MILF. Though there was two someponies that did matter a lot more…

“My foals,” Mrs. Cake looked back upstairs and then to the dining room. “They’re still asleep in their room, right? Could you watch over them when they wake up? I’ve got a few errands to run before the day gets dark.”

“Okie dokie artichokie~!” Pinkie nodded rapidly, saluting Mrs. Cake as she turned around and trotted towards the front door. “I’ll hold down the fort till you or Sugar Belle comes in!”

Mrs. Cake had barely heard Pinkie, more interested in making far better use of her time with a certain adulterous dragon than trying to understand her husband and whatever his problem was. She was out the door by the time Pinkie had finished her sentence, making a beeline for the castle. Her heart was thundering in her chest as it was a complete tossup whether Spike was staying in one of the guest rooms or if he was back in Canterlot with Twilight. The chubby blue mare was trying to make up an excuse in her head as to why she’d be visiting Spike at this hour, if he wasn’t planning on foalsitting her twins, by the time she had made it to the door. Knocking on the door, Mrs. Cake’s mind was spiraling with all sorts of thoughts to try and excuse her visit when the best possible outcome happened. The door swung open, revealing Spike staring and then grinning down at her as he opened the door wide.

“Are you here for Mr. Cake?” Spike whispered.

“No,” Mrs. Cake shook her head, coldness rushing through her veins as she asked. “Why?”

“Because he’s here for the catering order for Starlight and Trixie,” Spike swiftly closed the door and gently encouraged Mrs. Cake forward with his tail against her ass. “Best he doesn’t see that you’re here then. Funny he’s not who you came here for, whoever did you cum here for instead?”

“I wonder~” Mrs. Cake laughed as she was brought to a hallway two turns away from the dining room before Spike stopped, the tail against her ass cheeks taking a more amorous form of touching as it pressed firmly against her and teased her ponut and clit. Confused that they didn’t enter a room, Mrs. Cake looked over her shoulder up at Spike. “Well, aren’t we going to one of the guest rooms?”

“Are we?” Spike smirked. “We can if you want, but what better time are you going to have your husband walk in on us? If everything goes south, you can at least spend the next few nights here at the castle till you figured everything out.”

“You’ve really thought about this, haven’t you?” Mrs. Cake’s eyes widened, though she felt herself getting wet against Spike’s tail-fondling as she was melting further into the idea.

“Why not? You have been training me to be your ideal stud, is that not to replace your current one?” Spike tilted his head, and Mrs. Cake’s jaw dropped at the big drake’s forwardness. Fucking her everywhere and anywhere in another town was one thing, but starting to assert that he wanted Mr. Cake out of the picture was another. The blue mare would’ve been terrified if she wasn’t so turned on. Sure enough, Spike confirmed his implications as he pulled his tail back, only to harshly smack the blue mare’s ass cheeks with it. “Fuck, you have no idea how badly I want him gone.”

“Haah, fuck,” Mrs. Cake’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, her pussy clenching away at nothing as she was starting to think a lot more with her bits than her brain. Though one thought managed to float back to the surface, if barely so. “Today is my…my ten year anniversary with him…”

“Oh well, did he say anything?” Spike quipped, flashing a toothy grin as he saw Mrs. Cake heavily blush and shake her head. With a loud laugh, Spike pulled his tail away and placed his claws on Mrs. Cake’s cutie marks with a tight squeeze to her ass. “That’s what I thought, so while I’ve got my Dragon Greed under control, you tell me what you want to do. I can’t hold it back much longer, Cup Cake...”

Mrs. Cake yelped under the harsh groping of Spike’s claws getting fistfuls of her ass, biting her lip to keep herself from making anymore sounds. Her ears perked up, hearing Mr. Cake’s voice in the distance confirming that he actually was in the building. Followed by Starlight and Trixie’s voices as well. Mrs. Cake knew that this was the riskiest endeavor yet, superseding any of their cheating sessions before. At least there was a reasonably long distraction in the way before, or they were in the privacy of a bedroom or in another town. Now she was considering fucking Spike with Mr. Cake in another room, where he very well could walk in on them if he heard their sex in the distance. Mrs. Cake thought it over for a few moments, knowing that she was playing Russian Roulette with her marriage if she “gave in” to what Spike was asking. But with it being their special anniversary, and Mr. Cake having basically done very little the past several ones, Mrs. Cake felt her pussy wetter than a mop bucket as she flipped her tail to the side and looked over at Spike. Twerking her absurdly fat blue ass cheeks and putting on a truly depraved show, Mrs. Cake felt her heart and loins on fire as she exposed herself in a way like never before. Even when they fucked with Sweetie Belle in the other room, it didn’t affect her quite like knowing her husband was nearby.

“Fuck me right here, Spike~” Mrs. Cake begged, panting and drooling from both ends as she did so.

Mrs. Cake refused to be that sweet demure housewife that never had her needs met, the one that took care of two foals and a business to get next to nothing. That wasn’t going to be her anymore, and so Mrs. Cake shuddered with delight as she felt Spike mount her and spit a wad of saliva on his claw. Excitement thrilled Mrs. Cake to no end, standing up for herself and making her biggest act of defiance yet made the unhappily married mare feel more alive than ever. And when she heard Spike spit into his claw, Mrs. Cake knew what that meant for her. The purple dragon clearly missed his favorite hole, and the two digits entering her ponut and stretching her out and lubing her up showed as much. Mrs. Cake backed up into the fingering, and moaned quietly as she felt Spike’s claw pull away and be replaced with the tip of his dragon cock. Hearing that snarl that was a bit louder than her moans, Mrs. Cake felt her heart race before feeling Spike penetrate her backdoor. Certainly rougher than fucking her pussy, Mrs. Cake knew that it would be harder to keep quiet getting fucked in the ass than in her other holes.

Inch after inch of Spike’s thick length filled her backdoor in a way that Mrs. Cake thought to be impossible, and feeling his adulterous cock inside of her, while her loser husband was in the other room likely not thinking of her, drove the blue-furred cheater to new heights of freedom. It was far riskier to be doing this, she could lose her family and business all in several moments, lose her entire reputation. The fear was there last time they fucked. But Mrs. Cake somehow overcame it and found herself not caring. The alternative was being miserable; divorcing Mr. Cake before the cheating all happened would’ve led to the same outcome of her reputation being tarnished. The sweet loving business owner and mother breaking up her perfect family, all because she couldn’t work it out with her husband! Surely if she tried to make it work a little longer?

Mrs. Cake grunted herself as she moved forward and back to match Spike’s plaps against her ass, his fat dick stretching her ass and metaphorically ripping it in two.

Fuck. That.

“Nnnngh! Mmmph!” Mrs. Cake moaned deeply into her own mouth as she kept it closed the best she could. Even with Spike saying next to nothing, with Mrs. Cake barely making any audible noises to be heard down the hallway…the thunderous slaps of their carnal passion was nearly as loud as their screams would’ve been. Mrs. Cake’s eyes went wide as she didn’t think of that, or the fact that when Spike close, he’d fuck her harder and that would be the end of it. Mr. Cake would definitely hear them and their divorce would be incoming.

“Oh finally!” Starlight shouted over Mr. Cake and Trixie, the two of them falling silent as they clearly listened to the savage fucking Spike and Mrs. Cake engaged in out of their sight. Before Mrs. Cake could open her mouth, apologize to her husband or perhaps explain herself, Starlight Glimmer spoke. “I thought that mare would never get around to letting her walls down with Spike. Let’s um, give them their privacy.”

Mrs. Cake’s eyes widened as Mr. Cake’s voice cut off with a sudden burst of magic that flashed visibly from the end of the hallway, and with the luck of lightning striking twice, Starlight Glimmer had saved the blue mare’s butt by enacting another soundproof spell. She could tell that it was the same spell due to the mint green sparkles glimmering around the hallway walls, blocking off anybody on the other side from hearing them fuck. Though Mrs. Cake was certain, Spike kept fucking the blue MILF’s ass as he slowly lifted his head to stare down the hallway.

“Hello? Hello?” Spike spoke loudly, to hear nobody react. The purple dragon was relieved both from no longer having to keep quiet, but terribly disappointed in the fact that Mr. Cake wouldn’t get to walk in on them like they both wanted. And, another realization hit him as he groaned, his thrusts slowing down a little. “Fuck me sideways, Sweetie Belle is going to know.”

“What, what do you mean?!” Mrs. Cake gasped, for more reasons than one as she couldn’t get enough of taking it up the ass. Though in the midst of the rising pleasure, Mrs. Cake still tried to be the kind older mare to this struggling young adult drake. Likely upset because of the non-stop earful he’d get from Sweetie Belle, whether he liked it or not.

“Hnnng,” Spike fucked Mrs. Cake back in his regular pace, before continuing with what he was saying. “I’m the only other guy in the castle, and they assumed I was fucking Sweetie Belle. If any one of them hint at overhearing me and her, she’s not going to know what they’re talking about. Hence why they’ll assume I fucked somepony else.”

“That’s really bad,” Mrs. Cake tried to empathize, she really did, but it was difficult as she was being edged from a vaginal orgasm that was difficult to achieve. Especially since the big drake mounting her wasn’t even fucking that hole. Then, Mrs. Cake grinned as she realized a possible solution. “That’s it!! Just go up to them after we’re done and ask them not to say anything to her. Just tell, oh fuck yes right there, tell them that she’s embarrassed about talking about it. Guilt them if you have to, that she’ll never be comfortable fucking again if they talk to her about it. Or better yet, lie and say it was some depraved ponies breaking in for a quickie. That you kicked them out after Starlight enacted her spell.”

“You really have become good at covering yourself, haven’t you?” Spike asked rhetorically, extremely impressed with the adulterous wife and her various solutions. “Well, since Starlight has accidentally covered the floor for you again, why don’t you ‘tell’ Mr. Cake what you’ve been holding back. You had no problem doing so with my bitch.”

Mrs. Cake got more turned on, what with the big burly dragon stud referring to Sweetie Belle as a bitch that was expendable. And then, Spike’s suggestion suddenly registered in the filthy adulteress’ mind as she couldn’t contain herself any longer. Feeling Spike’s digits penetrate her pussy while still fucking her asshole, Mrs. Cake threw her head back with her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she began her whorish speech.

“YOU HEAR THAT, CARROT CAKE?!” Mrs. Cake screamed as loud as she could, her cry barely louder than Spike’s thunderous plaps as he savored just how far the blue mare had fallen. She was sopping wet on his digits, an absolute mess once she was able to speak to her slutty mind’s content thanks to the soundproof spell in effect. “YOU’RE ABSOLUTELY PATHETIC, AND A WORTHLESS EXCUSE FOR A HUSBAND. I HAD TO TAKE TIME AWAY FROM WHAT WE’VE BUILT, TO FIX THE MESS YOU MADE. TO CREATE MY VERY OWN STUD TO GIVE ME WHAT YOU NEVER COULD. YOU STOPPED CARING ABOUT ME, AND ONE DAY THIS BIG HUNK OF DRAGON MEAT IS GOING TO TAKE EVERYTHING YOU HAVE. HE’S GOING TO IMPREGNATE ME AND BECOME MY NEW HUSBAND. SPIKE, SHOW HIM HOW HARD YOU CAN FUCK ME.”

“With honor, my MILF-y Mistress,” Spike smirked wide as he pulled his claw out of her soaking pussy and placed both claws firmly back on her cutie marks, slowly pulling inch after inch of his length till only the tip was inside of her fat blue ponut. The few seconds of euphoric tension was palpable, with Spike licking his muzzle with deep hunger and Mrs. Cake’s body eager for the greatest fucking he’d ever give her. Exhaling smoke out of his nostrils, Spike growled as he plunged his entire footlong back into Mrs. Cake’s backdoor and pulled out, repeating the movement with breakneck speed. Mrs. Cake was amazed, truly horned up and crashing into her devastating breaking point of pleasure. Braying to the ceiling and spilling drool from her whorish mouth, Mrs. Cake’s fat rippling blue ass convulsed as she squirted all over the floor while Spike’s dark purple cock stretched out her asshole. Spike couldn’t have been more turned on from Mrs. Cake getting off to being absolutely railed after badmouthing her husband horribly. Words that a faithful wife should never, ever speak.

But Spike was not done with her yet.

Flipping Mrs. Cake over while still fucking her ass, Spike pressed the chubby blue mare’s hindlegs on each side of her head as his muzzle was right above her own. Fucking her in a mating press, Spike delighted in the each moment that was the psychological undoing of Mrs. Cake’s once obligatory marriage. One that she used to be faithful to her standing in the community, her wifely and motherly duties. Spike felt an awful idea forming to the forefront of his mind, no doubt a horrible influence from the older mare that he was currently fucking. Spike made sure that Mrs. Cake, in the midst of her heavy blushing and gasping in pleasure, was looking the drake in the eyes when he blurted out his words.

“Scream that you don’t love him,” Spike demanded, even if it was just barely above a whisper. Mrs. Cake’s jaw dropped in shock, her instinct to object and say that of course she loved her husband. But in the position she eagerly chose to be in, both metaphorically and literally, telling herself that was more baffling by the second. She had strong feelings for Spike, and wasn’t sure if she was in love with him. But the blue mare had felt completely cold towards her husband for years now, they worked together like yin and yang as business partners and parents, but that love that she had at the beginning was like a dying flame. She could hardly remember what it felt like anymore. Mrs. Cake took a deep breath and spoke loudly and clearly.

“I don’t love my husband anymore!”

“Oh come on now,” Spike grunted, still fucking Mrs. Cake as he scoffed. “That was maybe a quarter of the volume you had before. Where’s that ire, that beautifully honest MILF that had enough and screamed from her heart? Unless you mean to tell me that you still love him, and I’m just your little fling…”

“I DON’T LOVE MY HUSBAND ANYMORE!”

“Huh, that was a lot better,” Spike snarked. “But put your whole heart into it, tell everypony the full extent of that confession. While you’ve got so much fat dragon cock inside that ponut of yours…”

“I DON’T LOVE THAT PATHETIC BETA CUCK LOSER ANYMORE. HE HAS REFUSED TO LOVE HIS WIFE AND TREAT HER AS SUCH. I WANT A TRUE BEAST OF A STUD TO FUCKING KNOT ME!”

“Yessssssssssssss~” Spike hissed in delight like the devious snake he was before roaring and hilting himself inside of her, knotting her asshole and rushing forward as he connected his muzzle to the older blue mare’s muzzle. Her tongue reached his right away as they sloppily made out, her earth pony tongue easily getting dominated by Spike’s flexible dragon tongue as rope after rope of his hot dragon cum overflowing in her ass and spilled onto the floor. There was no better way to claim his territory by having this adulterous wife denounce her husband and fill her backdoor with his essence.

Even after Spike stopped cumming, they continued making out fiercely on and off till he was no longer knotted in her. Standing up and making her getaway, Mrs. Cake walked funny to one of the bathrooms as she slammed the door closed and locked it. The blue mare desperately needed to shower, and would wait in the bathroom for hours if it meant not getting caught by the staff or owners of said castle.

Meanwhile, Spike went to another bathroom and quickly washed off his length before knocking on the door to the dining room. The door slowly opened, with Starlight Glimmer and Trixie smirking up at the big dragon with knowing looks. Tilting his head with wide eyes, Spike frowned.

“I got rid of the intruders,” Spike deadpanned, only for Starlight’s smile to drop as she looked like a deer in headlights.

“What intruders,” Starlight whispered, to which Spike continued.

“Um, the ones you thought were me and Sweetie Belle, that broke into this valuable castle to have a quickie apparently,”Spike huffed, causing both Starlight and Trixie to blush in deep embarrassment. “Not really responsible of you, Starlight, to leave Twilight’s best friend to defend himself and an expensive castle against two intruders with no help.”

“I’m so sorry! Please don’t tell her!” Starlight shrieked, throwing her forehoof over her mouth as she trembled in fear of something worse than anger from her former teacher...Twilight’s disappointment.

“Don’t freak out, Star, it’s fine,” Spike shook his head. “But you had a guest, Mr. Cake, right? I’d appreciate you relay the message of what actually happened so he doesn’t see me and Sweetie in a poor light. He might stop letting me foalsit if he thinks I’m an exhibitionistic freak in the castle.”

“Trixie didn’t even think of that,” Trixie added. “Trixie will go to Sugarcube Corner and tell him right away. Starlight, you check the castle and make sure those depraved freaks are gone!”

“Thanks Trixie!” Starlight felt a weight lift off her shoulders, and Spike looked as Trixie galloped down the hallway to do what she said. After all of this was long over, Spike knew that he needed to find a way to thank Starlight. Even if the pink mare would never know, the powerful unicorn unknowingly played a crucial role in letting them get away with speaking blasphemy of their current partners…

Mrs. Cake took a very long shower, probably nearing two hours including the time she dried herself and redid her mane. Even if all her husband did was hug her and say Happy Anniversary, Mrs. Cake didn’t want to look suspicious by showing up with no effort to her looks whatsoever. The chubby blue mare spent a generous amount of time working on her mane to make it look nicer than it did when she left Sugarcube Corner, using the various mane-care products that Starlight Glimmer had underneath the counter and using them in spades. She didn’t know to what extent the pink unicorn would be suspicious of the spray bottles and containers being in different spots, or having less stuff in them than when she last used them, but perhaps she’d just blame Trixie. Mrs. Cake was happy with that mental reassurance, smiling smugly before hearing a trio of knocks on the bathroom door that nearly scared the piss out of her.

“Uhhhhhhhhhhh,” Mrs. Cake could tell from the sound alone that it was Spike, uncertain to ask if it was the mare he guessed in his head. “Anypony in here?”

“It’s me, dearie,” Mrs. Cake assured him. “I’m about to leave, is anypony…?”

“No, Trixie just got back from explaining everything to Mr. Cake and she and Starlight are in their room, typical shenanigans from those two,” Spike laughed. “At least they bothered to put a soundproof spell over their activities as well.”

“They…?” Mrs. Cake put two and two together at the implication, though that was the least of her worries as she shook her head. “Nevermind that, just follow a distance behind me to make sure that nopony spots me. I’ve got to get home, sooner rather than later. Thank you for…for making my anniversary a day that I could enjoy for a change.”

“No problem, Cup Cake,” Spike gave a wolfish sharp-toothed grin as Mrs. Cake trotted up to the door and unlocked it, with Spike pulling it open with his tail as soon as she did so. Before Mrs. Cake could walk out and make her getaway, Spike lunged forward and pressed his muzzle against her forehead. A strangely wholesome act of affection after all the horrendously adulterous acts they committed, making Mrs. Cake feel a bit more confident in her decision. The chubby blue mare felt like she was on cloud nine, with nothing able to take down her stride as she sashayed down the hallways of the castle. Till she reached the front door, she heard Spike’s snorts of satisfaction in the distance. Mrs. Cake pressed her forehoof against the door, not hearing Spike say goodbye as he surely didn’t want to give her away. Though the blue mare felt a cold wave of loneliness, returning to what she very much considered a facade, washed over her as she didn’t know quite how little to expect upon her return.

Mrs. Cake opened the door, closing it behind her as she looked left and right, not seeing a pony nearby as it was the early evening. Most of the ponies were in the distance in the midst of all the restaurants, stores, and homes. So none of them were coming out of the School of Friendship or near the giant castle she just exited. Not one to push her luck, Mrs. Cake galloped into the main square before slowing down into a brisk walk towards the nearest convenience store, opening the door and walking in. She winced as the mare called out her name, hoping that she wouldn’t catch onto the last minute purchase she was making for her husband. She might’ve been a monster at the end of this all, but Celestia be damned if she didn’t at least pretend that she cared about their anniversary. Mrs. Cake felt her mind swirling and her heart beating really fast as she searched the aisles for something that gave some meaning beyond barely giving a shit.

Finally settling on a bouquet of roses and a piece of carrot cake, Mrs. Cake dodged questions from the cashier the best she could before leaving the store and trotting back to her business. Her heart fluttered happily as she imagined those beautiful eyes of her twins, looking forward to seeing them more than anypony else. Stopping at the door, Mrs. Cake took a deep breath as she eyed herself for a few seconds in the reflection of the glass, before opening it.

“Oh good, you’re here!” Pinkie bounced out from the kitchen doors in record time, with Sugar Belle smiling gently as she trotted up behind her. Her horn’s magic levitated a CLOSED sign as she trotted past Mrs. Cake and placed the sign over the door, before leaving it wide open for her and Pinkie to walk out. “We were just holding down the fort for customers until you got back, Mr. Cake has been looking forward to when you returned!!!”

“Have fun, but not too much fun~!” Sugar Belle giggled as she skipped out of sight, back to her own husband. Mrs. Cake felt absurdly complexed beyond measure, her facial expression furrowed and strained as she opened her mouth with no words.

“What is she referring to,” Mrs. Cake tried to phrase that as a question, but it felt too rhetorical considering the bouquet and cake she was holding in her foreleg. Pinkie giggled as she pointed her twitching tail towards the dining room.

“Your anniversary dinner, silly!” Pinkie snickered as she trotted out of the door, glancing over at the carrot cake with her tail spazzing in a pattern that the blue mare couldn’t fully understand. All that she knew, with a cold sensation trickling into her bones, was that the pink mare’s Pinkie Sense was no joke. Contrary to less than an hour ago, Mrs. Cake felt small underneath the pink mare’s concentrated and narrow eyes. “Funny, I would’ve thought a cake for him would’ve been made here.”

“Oh um, it was bought so he didn’t accidentally see it, hence the surprise?” Mrs. Cake blushed, though not from arousal this time, as she felt horror creeping up her pounding heart. The mention of the anniversary dinner, something she hadn’t gotten in years, was already bad enough on its own. But Pinkie starting to catch onto her and Spike adultery for the first time couldn’t have been worse time. But Pinkie’s expression disappeared as quickly as it came, the pink mare grinning wide as she turned away.

“Okie dokie, have a great time!” Pinkie spoke before bouncing away out of sight, leaving Mrs. Cake to pray to Celestia that Mr. Cake didn’t hear their conversation before slowly walking into the dining room. Most of the lights were turned off, making the candle in the center of the big clothed table illuminate most of the room and her husband’s face as he beamed at her. Next to the candle was a big red wine bottle, a plate with a hayburger and sweet potato fries on each side, and three gift boxes. In the absent-minded yellow stallion for years, leaving Mrs. Cake dying on the inside every day, was a completely new look in multiple ways. His messy long mane was cut a couple inches, his orange mane decently done and not carrying a million flyaways. His yellow fur was glistening with the clear signs of a thorough shower and lots of self-care before working hard at the dinner. And to most mares, the choice of food would’ve seemed cheap. But considering they enjoyed a lot of diners and their hayburgers during their dates before getting married, the dinner carried a more thoughtful note than she could’ve ever expected.

As Mr. Cake pulled out from his chair and galloped towards his wife, Mrs. Cake felt her body freezing up. Having the anniversary of her dreams, no, exceeding the one of her dreams, should’ve elated her and been the second happiest day of her life next to their wedding. But her affair with Spike flashed before her eyes, especially the one only a few hours ago, as her husband hugged her and draped his neck around her own.

“Oh Cup,” Mr. Cake shuddered as he gave a long sigh. “You have no idea how sorry I am that I haven’t done this sooner. It’s shameful that you were neglected so much, that I didn’t have the energy. No wife should’ve been left to her lonesome for that long, and you deserve to be rewarded for staying faithful and kind despite it all. So please, let me give you a chance to make it up to you now.”

Mrs. Cake found herself unable to speak even with her husband’s honeyed words, her eyes were wide as she felt colder than ice. Her mind circled back all the way to when she seduced the poor young drake, no, manipulated the sweet loyal thing into being just as horrible as her. And if she had just waited a little longer, Mrs. Cake could’ve had that loving marriage she wanted the whole time without having cheated on him dozens of times. And she wouldn’t have ruined Spike’s life by forever marking the once pure dragon as a filthy cheater.

What have I done?