Author's Note

Contains attempted breakup, manipulation, missionary, vaginal, oral, deepthroating, destruction of gifts from husband, degradation about husband, fighting for love, romantic confession!

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Stealing Her Heart

Mrs. Cake took a deep breath, knowing that the mounting horror in her body had to wait a few hours to process. Especially with her husband hugging her, so the blue mare finally brought it in herself to open her forelegs and hug Mr. Cake back for a couple of seconds before they pulled away. Mrs. Cake watched as Mr. Cake trotted around and pulled out her chair for his wife, watching as she slowly walked towards it and sat down, placing the stuff she was holding onto the table. Mr. Cake hummed to himself as he sat down and grinned at her briefly before his smile faltered.

“Something the matter? I thought the sudden barrage of gifts would’ve delighted you,” Mr. Cake asked.

“That’s just the thing honey, it's sudden,” Mrs. Cake shook her head. “When I’ve come to expect the same behavior from you, and take care of my own needs because of it, should you really blame me for being mad?”

That guilt she had felt overwhelmingly had diminished a fair bit with those words, even if her husband had turned a new leaf and fully committed himself to the relationship for the first time in years, why should she suddenly feel like it would stay that way? The flash of guilt that hit her like an avalanche was still there, to a degree, but now it was mixed with great skepticism. The chubby mare was on the fence now, and wondered if the damage Mr. Cake had committed was already done. Or was that her way of justifying how she acted instead of straight up disassociating from the shock of it all? Mr. Cake frowned as he took a deep breath and sighed.

“Yeah, that’s fair,” Mr. Cake shrugged. “That as soon as this took a turn for the better…you’d be untrusting to lean into it, because you don’t know if I’ll go back to neglecting you or when that would happen. Fuck…you’re right, I shouldn’t expect-”

“Hey, it's fine,” Mrs. Cake’s shoulders drooped as she watched her husband beat himself up. “I mean, you’re right about all of that, but why don’t we just relax into the date and go from there? I can’t promise I’ll be as upbeat as the day you met me, but this is better than before. Can I open the presents now?”

“Of course,” Mr. Cake brightened, only a little this time, as his adulterous wife pulled the nearest box close to her, opening it and smiling warmly at the cute pink and white cupcake symbol attached to a necklace. As she ate bites of the hayburger and slowly picked at the fries between opening gifts, Mr. Cake asked her a lot of questions as he wolfed down his food relatively quickly. He had started on the carrot cake that he gave his wife, thanking her as they caught up on a lot of happenings they realistically should’ve already known about each other. But there was no time like the present, and with Mr. Cake asking curious questions to the different topics that his wife talked about, the chubby blue mare found her heart stirring with longing that she thought had died, she certainly thought that when she denounced her love for her husband only hours ago.

Mrs. Cake winced hard while her husband was looking away, and the blue mare was relieved he didn’t notice. Considering the circumstances of her cheating, Mrs. Cake couldn’t really say she fully regretted it. The blue mare did briefly, but she found the alternatives in her mind were a nasty divorce traumatizing her sweet growing foals, turning to alcohol and potentially ruining her company reputation or abusing her twins, or lashing out in some other type of way from the brutal neglect in her life. Sure, the possibility that they were going to divorce anyway due to her infidelity was still very much there, but at least she got some much needed relief from the pain of it all. And given that it was Spike that she cheated with, Mrs. Cake could always have him convince Twilight to help the blue mare keep some custody of her beautiful twins. It was better than nothing.

Though staring at the cute big lavender dress and dark purple lingerie that were the other two gifts, Mrs. Cake grinned to herself as she imagined getting used to “sparking” back her marriage to life. Maybe not that night, but when she actually broke everything off with Spike.

Her husband deserved that much, at least.

Two weeks had came and went, and Mrs. Cake felt her body tense and her heart thundering in her chest as she trotted towards the castle. She was wearing the cupcake necklace, something she had been wearing since that fateful day of her anniversary dinner, but wasn’t wearing the other pieces of her outfit. The blue mare considered it inappropriate for what she planned on doing, with a lack of certainty in her heart, as she shuddered and gulped by the time she reached the door. She had really grown to love Spike dearly, perhaps more than she should’ve ever felt in an affair, but if nopony had snitched on the trip and Ocellus was determined to never say anything, perhaps she should consider herself lucky. The older married mare could actually pull off the impossible and get away with an affair, putting it fully behind her and rekindling a loving romance with her husband.

Even if their sex life would never be as satisfying as dragon dick.

Mrs. Cake bit her lip, worried in the deepest parts of her soul that the affair had long since become an addiction she couldn’t quit. Even if Spike fully accepted her wanting to quit their affair, the blue mare couldn’t see herself returning to a fully faithful marriage. Her dreams would be full of him dicking her down, her mind would go there when she felt the inferior length inside with no knotting at the end. She would emotionally deflate each time her husband came after five minutes, and would wonder how long it’d take for her fake resolve to crumble should Spike ever flirt with her again.

There was one way to find out.

Mrs. Cake took a deep breath, plagued with her anxiety about the whole situation by the time Spike opened the door and smiled at her. Then, his face fell as he brought her in and closed the door.

“What’s wrong?” Spike asked. “Oh Celestia, go into my room. I’ll get you some water and a stress ball, you look scared half to death. Wait there.”

Mrs. Cake trotted into Spike’s temporary room and closed the door, taking several deep breaths until she was a lot calmer. The irony that she was significantly more peaceful in the drake’s room within minutes than she ever was in the bed of her marriage spoke volumes. Sleeping beside Mr. Cake with him being leagues more attentive brought her to near panic attacks as she feared him finding out somehow, whether it was hoofing her and feeling her hole a lot more loose, or waking up and hearing her whisper Spike’s name in her sleep. The paranoia of being terrifying was an understatement, but by the time Spike had entered the room with a tall glass of water and a stress ball gripped in his other claw, Mrs. Cake was calm enough to look Spike in the eye. The drake’s eye twitched as he looked her up and down, before tilting his head.

“Did he hurt you?” Spike huffed. “Because I swear if he did, I’ll-”

“No, no, nothing like that,” Mrs. Cake waved her forehooves in the air before taking the water and stress ball, chugging the entire glass before giving it back to him. “He threw together this great anniversary dinner and gifts, he hadn’t done anything like that in years. And since then, he’s been super attentive. It’s made me wonder if we should stop this before we push past the point of return.”

“I thought you liked pushing past that point,” Spike frowned.

“I did, but that was before he started trying,” Mrs. Cake clarified.

“And uh, I hate to be that guy, but your husband does the bare minimum for two weeks in a marriage, and that’s supposed to sway you?” Spike pointed out. “What happened to that excited mare that was eager to have the peak of lust and romance? She settled for nothing, Cup Cake, and now you’re thinking of starting back at square one with a huge lack of certainty that this’ll be consistent. All because you’ve got foals and a business with this guy. Where did that even get you for years? And if you’re actually going to rekindle stuff with him seriously…shouldn’t you actually tell him about us?!”

“Since when have you been about doing the right thing?!” Mrs. Cake squeezed the stress ball defensively as she scowled at Spike.

“I’m not going to say anything to him, I wouldn’t do that,” Spike was telling the truth, though he never promised he wouldn’t tell Twilight so that she’d tell Mr. Cake, something he strongly considered doing if Mrs. Cake followed through on the breakup. He’d never dare pressure Mrs. Cake into sex, but Spike knew that he would want the blue mare to face the consequences of her actions one way or another. He had a decent relationship that could’ve been salvaged before she seduced him, and Spike wasn’t about to forget that. “But to tell me that you’re starting over with him and holding back secrets? It doesn’t work like that, Cup Cake. I know, Ocellus probably knows, and a bunch of Equestrians in a whole ‘nother town know. You’re really doing him dirty by waiting till one of the others says something.”

Spike growled a little and rolled his eyes as he looked away from the blue mare and sat on the floor, his tail swaying back and forth in frustration as he looked at the door while he kept talking.

“Break up with me if you must, but you should do it fully committed to putting our affair in the past and actually telling the poor guy,” Spike shook his head.

“I actually thought you were going to fight for me,” Mrs. Cake blurted out the words before she could stop herself, slapping both her forehooves over her mouth and dropping the stress ball on the bed from the movement. Spike’s eyes opened wide in surprise as he then looked at the blushing blue mare out of the corner of his gaze.

“Is that what you want?” Spike asked. “I know you Cup Cake, you act like you’re the perfect wife and business owner. But I’ve seen you at your worst, willing to seduce me down to your level when I could’ve fixed my relationship with Sweetie Belle. Willing to act with such hatred towards your husband. You’ve been so manipulative that I think it’d make most of the ponies in this town sick to their stomachs. But don’t manipulate me now, you need to absolutely tell me if I’m supposed to win you over or if I’m supposed to send you back home to patch your relationship up. I don’t have time for games anymore, Cup Cake.”

Mrs. Cake’s eyes were wide with shock, the blue mare didn’t know that Spike had it in him to assert himself and what he wanted. She felt safe and warm in a way she didn’t with her husband, trying to convince herself that she wanted to breakup with Spike stood no chance against the fiery passion that Spike had, that he brought out of her. Her heart blossomed with the sheer want, that Spike had desired her so much that he’d fight for her despite knowing how nasty she had been to her husband and how deceitful she had been to her entire community.

“You’d…forgive me for seducing you?” Mrs. Cake asked quietly.

“If you ended up falling in love with me over time, of course,” Spike looked into Mrs. Cake’s eyes, full of soppy emotion that the blue mare couldn’t ignore. The jarring realization that she never saw Mr. Cake look at her like that, hit her like a stack of bricks at the same time Spike’s gaze suddenly turned cold and empty. “But if it was because you used me for sex the entire time, then no.”

Mrs. Cake was shocked that not only did Spike grow to care about her so much, but that he was willing to turn her away if she had felt nothing for him at this point. That the purple drake that was extremely horny cared more about if she loved him.

“Even with the lows you’ve stooped to, you’ve been sweeter to me than anypony I’ve ever known,” Spike sighed. “You’ve liberated me just as much as I have for you, maybe even moreso. I never thought I’d find a pony that had the same desires as me. But I promise to fight harder than Mr. Cake ever has and ever will, but I can’t do that if you don’t want me.”

“Um,” Mrs. Cake picked the ball back up and stared at it for a few moments, her certainty cementing in her mind as she looked back up at Spike. “You really mean that?”

“You have my word,” Spike pressed his claw to his chest. “I will steal your heart, no matter what. Why don’t we have one more night together?”

“What?” Mrs. Cake laid on the bed, with Spike standing up and moving towards her with a wolfish grin.

“What, want to just leave and go back to him?” Spike laughed. “You would’ve done it by now, Cup Cake. I’m a big guy, I can take rejection and move on. But you don’t want to do that, do you?”

“Are you manipulating me?” Mrs. Cake narrowed her eyes at Spike as he climbed atop the bed.

“I don’t know, am I?” Spike tsked as he stared down at Mrs. Cake. “You haven’t broken up with me, you don’t want to tell your husband the truth. And I’m actually not interested in fucking you until you put on your big mare pants and tell me the truth. Do you want me to fight for you or do you want to end this?”

“...” Mrs. Cake’s face contorted with confliction, and with sudden realization, Spike suddenly got bored with this mare for the first time. He was starting to get turned off by her hesitation, and the last thing he wanted was a mare that was unsure. The whole affair was only hot when she wanted it, and Spike sighed as he was no longer standing over her, getting off the bed entirely as he walked towards the door. As his claw reached for the door knob, indifferent to anypony that might be out there, he flinched as he heard Mrs. Cake go-

“WAIT!”

Mrs. Cake yelled so loud, and with no soundproof spell either, that Spike paused as he slowly glanced over at Mrs. Cake sitting up, blushing profusely as she furiously rubbed herself for the big dragon.

“Please,” Mrs. Cake whined. “Please fight for me.”

“I can’t hear you,” Spike rolled his eyes. “I’m not interested in a mare that’s getting cold hooves, Cup Cake, so unless you can speak u-”

“I said please fight for me unless you’ve suddenly become a pussy!”

Spike’s eyes widened, and he locked the front door as he turned around and rushed towards her. Her demand unlocked a fiery flash of Dragon Greed in record time, and Spike opened his wings as Mrs. Cake eagerly threw herself on her back and spread out her hindlegs for the assertive drake. Spike snorted as he delighted in the state Mrs. Cake was, needlessly addicted to the big drake dick that was never going to belong to her husband. Mrs. Cake felt deeply excited in the worst way possible as she thought about how weak, pathetic, cowardly her own husband was. She didn’t know if Spike was ever going to figure out how to get her and hopefully her family out of the unhealthy situation she had been in for years, uncertain if her husband’s change was sincere or a sneaky attempt at manipulation.

Spike pressed the tip of his thick purple dick against Mrs. Cake’s wet hole, the blue mare’s eyes rolling to the back of her head as she hoped for that delicious dick inside of her. She tried to tell herself that as long as Mr. Cake was being good to her now. But that was a lie, almost certain, and Mrs. Cake was eager to acknowledge her hesitancy that came with what she knew deep down: that even with Mr. Cake acting nice now, it didn’t suddenly get rid of the pain that came with him neglecting her, dismissing her, and just not giving her the decency that came with respecting another pony. And then acting like it was normal and everything was fine. Mrs. Cake was tired of it, feeling like her sense of reality would never be valid in his eyes, or worse yet, the actions she did in a desperate pursuit of being happy in this cold, dreary world would be seen as awful or evil to the society of ponies. She was going to be happy that she cared for it for herself when nopony truly cared about it for her. She sacrificed to make others feel better, but the sinful and beautifully corrupt feeling of Spike fucking her, of inch after inch entering her body, made Mrs. Cake feel the happiest she had ever felt in her life. She felt like she had entered carnal nirvana, that the blatant awfulness that Mr. Cake had gotten away with for too long was now simply being paid back in kind.

Mrs. Cake felt her senses go alight with Spike slowly moving inch after inch out of her sopping wet depths until only the tip was inside of her. Mrs. Cake bit her lip, the warm sense of justice returning to her body where the pain once was. Where the guilt once was. Mrs. Cake felt Spike’s big fat length slide into her body again where she felt stars enter her vision, the adulterous sex felt so very right to her. For Tartarus’ sake, Mrs. Cake couldn’t imagine a reality where she would’ve had sex with her husband and would’ve been even halfway content with it in comparison with the stunning fucking that Spike gave her. She would have to find more excuses to not have sex with the skinny yellow-furred cuck, even if it was being as kind as possible. Her getting used to him being nice to her again would be a good one. Spike pulled out again, slowly, as he deviously smirked at her even during her heavy blushing fit and near orgasm.

“Well I suppose that attempt at a breakup didn’t last too long, did it now?” Spike snickered as he slammed back in, causing Mrs. Cake to moan like crazy as she felt electric with the hot lust that was washing over her, that nothing was to worry about as she felt young again once more. She nodded eagerly, slobber pouring down her face and onto the blankets and sheets as she embraced it. She was not a good wife, mother, owner, friend, whatever the ponies knew her as. She tried her best, but she was bad sometimes, awful even! And that was okay with her, because the alternative would’ve been falling apart and being miserable all the time.

At least half the time, she actually had a chance at being very, very happy.

“Figured you didn’t mean it, but I wasn’t going to force anything unless you wanted it,” Spike grunted, starting to plap her insanely big fat blue cheeks. The hot feeling of her walls never got old, the devious lows Mrs. Cake was willing to stoop to as a proper way of getting back at her pathetic husband, the look she gave when she was on the cusp of orgasm. As much as Spike wanted her to himself, wanted to break up with Sweetie Belle and have the useless mare out of the door, Spike delighted in the different punishments that he was giving them. That Sweetie Belle would never be having sex with him and he’d be getting the sex his dragon body needs, whether she’d do it or not. That Mr. Cake would lose the family that he didn’t care to look after emotionally. Both were delicious in their own ways, and Spike not only was okay with it but delighted in those inevitable days whether they’d come clean on their own or get found out. Mrs. Cake released whorish and feminine moans and couldn’t even focus her eyes on Spike. The purple drake kept jackhammering his cock inside of her pussy, and eventually Mrs. Cake crashed into the orgasm of a dying star as her entire body convulsed with her hindlegs twitching in profound pleasure. Marecum spilled out from the sides of Spike’s cock as he kept fucking her like a beast posessed thinking less clearly by the minute.

His Dragon Greed, something he had to jerk off with the past days that Mrs. Cake didn’t come over, didn’t fuck him or let herself be fucked by him, started to take its hold as he felt less like the kind drake he was being despite Mrs. Cake’s protests, and became more of the primal draconic beast that he always was. The dragons back at the Dragon Lands took whatever they wanted, were incredibly selfish and rude in their approaches. They were aggressive without restraint and without remorse, as it was who they were. Spike had lived the life and restraint of that of a pony, acting nice even when he should’ve stood up for himself, saying yes to dating Sweetie Belle even if she had no clue what a dragon needed in a partner. He was a passive doormat to a fault, and now he was finally embracing himself after years of not doing so and killing himself inside. Mrs. Cake felt the orgasm still hitting herself with powerful force, feeling the intense pleasure unlike anything she ever felt before. Spike wasn’t too far behind, though he wanted to fuck her in plenty of ways. Since it had been days since him fucking Mrs. Cake, Spike wanted to make an absolute slut of her the whole night, during their alleged “last night together.”

“Yes, Spike, give it to me!” Mrs. Cake brayed in delight as her orgasm kept going, she kept demanding the sex that Spike kept giving to her as he was thrusting inside of her. Spike felt himself getting close , his sinful desires increasing as he imagined Mrs. Cake pregnant with his...he wasn’t sure if it would be eggs or be a foal that the blue mare would have. But the sentiment was pretty much the same, and Mrs. Cake would essentially be claimed by him in ways that Mr. Cake wouldn’t get to have anymore. Spike felt himself getting close, hearing Mrs. Cake’s moans turned to loud brays of pleasure all over again as she was starting to near her second orgasm. Spike was fucking her and getting louder with the way he was doing it as he neared knotting her with the intense fantasy that was taking hold in his Dragon Greed-induced mind. He imagined fucking her pregnant body on top of a pile of gold was like the frosting on top of a cake, quite literally, as he stuffed Mrs. Cake’s pussy with his hilted cock and gave her said frosting inside of her body. Knotting her, Spike felt Mrs. Cake’s eyes bulged intensely as she came a second time with a guttural moan.

“Yes, that’s right,” Spike laughed as he had filled her, his claws resting on the convulsing blue mare’s shoulders as he saw her fully honest in her sounds and expression. He waited several peaceful minutes of the mare finishing her orgasm and slowly calming down till she focused her gaze on Spike again. Spike growled in delight as he tilted his head at Mrs. Cake, finding it difficult to not toy with her more while he remained hilted in her. Spike briefly thought he was going to lose her, and the purple drake knew in a sense that he’d be okay. He’d break up with Sweetie Belle, an inevitability, and throw himself deeper into his responsibilities back in Canterlot. Perhaps if necessary, he’d go back to the Dragon Lands every so often to get his rocks off so he wouldn’t be without sex entirely.

But in a more real sense to his heart, Spike knew that deep down he wouldn’t be okay. The purple drake wanted this chubby older blue MILF so badly, would scorch the planet to protect her, and wanted to give her everything and more. With a blooming fire in his dragon heart, Spike wanted Mrs. Cake to know something that he’d felt inside for a long time…though he had seen the cupcake necklace that she had worn since she came into the castle. Remembering what she was saying earlier about her husband’s anniversary gifts, Spike’s green eyes shrunk as he snorted smoke out his nostrils.

“That’s one of his anniversary gifts, isn’t it?” Spike growled, moving his claw towards Mrs. Cake’s neck. The blue mare gasped briefly, and Spike froze, unsure if he was pushing his luck with how far he was taking their time together. But Mrs. Cake looked into Spike’s eyes and gave a little nod, and the purple drake snarled as his claw surged forward and gripped the necklace with a tight fist. He moved his other claw, unclasping the necklace so that pulling it didn’t hurt her. Then Spike pulled the necklace towards his muzzle and opened his claw to where he had it in front of him, opening his mouth and feeling scalding hot purple fire leave his muzzle as he burned the necklace from a symbol of a repairing relationship, into a pile of hot ash on his claw. Spike snorted before tossing the ashes on the bedroom floor.

“I’ll leave that to you to come up with how you lost that shit,” Spike snickered, feeling his knot pop out of Mrs. Cake’s pussy as she moaned and whined in happy delight. She should’ve felt awful that she let Spike destroy the one gift of her husband’s that she brought with, something that she thought would have mattered. That she’d be able to break up with Spike, but Mrs. Cake wanted the big purple drake too much. His big dragon dick and insatiable appetite was an addiction of its own, and Mrs. Cake’s heart began racing as Spike stood up and climbed over the bed till his pussy-slickened cock was hovering over the blue mare’s face. The tip of his length was inches from her mouth, and Spike wasn’t even softening as the big drake needed a lot of attention to make up for the time lost. Mrs. Cake didn’t even hesitate despite her reason for showing up there, and the blue mare opened her mouth and felt her own fluids on Spike’s dick as inch after inch filled up her mouth and then her throat as she felt her body tested. As he pulled his length out, Spike moved his tail to open a drawer in the nightstand and pull out a vial that he popped open with the claw and spilled into his mistress’ mouth. It was so she could properly deepthroat him and enjoy herself, and they were all the happier for it as Spike moved his fat cock back into her mouth.

“Wanted to be faithful to that loser, and now you find your chubby body underneath the strong bulking figure of a drake out of your books!” Spike laughed, slowly pulling his cock out till only the tip of his dark purple length was inside. Mrs. Cake’s tongue desperately circled around the tip like somepony on their last meal, before Spike wanted more and rushed forward. His balls hit the underside of her muzzle as he facefucked her in earnest. After nearly half an hour of doing so, Spike hilted himself in her mouth and came. Hot ropes of his seed went directly into her stomach, and after several more hours of them fucking on and off, Mrs. Cake was starting to fall asleep in a cum-soaked and drooling pile of blue fur in the bed.

Spike was holding her, and while Mrs. Cake was still barely awake, the purple drake found his heart becoming as bold as his lust. He couldn’t keep it to himself anymore, especially not if she was on the fence between him and her husband. Spike looked down at the half-lidded pink eyes of the mare he wanted so deeply as he spoke.

“Cup Cake, I love you.”