Chapters

Paying for Services with Services
Training Session
The Death of Guilt
Backdoor Banging in the Baggage Cart
Love in the Club
Screwing Like Newlyweds
Spike's Birthday Gift
Amorous Anniversary Abnormalities
Stealing Her Heart

Paying for Services with Services
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How to Train Your Dragon

Paying for Services with Services

Author's Note

Contains overt manipulation of a younger adult, venting frustration, mentioned masturbation, prude-shaming, breaking out of dry spells, "paying" with sex, stealth sex, countertop sex, loss of virginity, ball worship, oral, vaginal, cowgirl, and lots of maregasms...

Paying for Services with Services

Mrs. Cake walked alongside her husband, the yellow-furred stallion trying to keep a big smile in the public eye as he nodded and gave small pleasantries to the few ponies that were still out at night. Many of them appeared to also be couples either going or returning from evening dates that left them smiling wide and having a skip in their step, a little jab in Mrs. Cake’s heart with each time she saw somepony leagues happier than she currently was. The chubby blue mare was frowning, not terribly so, but she could only keep up appearances as a happily married business owner for so long before the stress of keeping it in got to her. It was supposed to be as simple of an evening outing as can be, just dinner at a nice restaurant. Mr. Cake’s social skills when it came to appeasing waiters and ponies at nearby tables was exceptional, but it left little conversation and certainly no attempt at seduction to get his wife worked up for the walk home. The blue-furred MILF remembered vividly when the two love-struck ponies would practically eat barely any of their food, taking home leftovers and scrambling to get on each other and go wild. Now most of the evening was wasted on Mr. Cake enjoying the scenery and other ponies as much as possible, leaving Mrs. Cake’s loins aching with the lack of satisfaction that had lingered for years now. Starting when Mrs. Cake was heavy with twins and having vain hope in her heart that after they were born, the married couple would swiftly find their groove again and bring the spark back. Nearly a decade had passed since those days of pregnancy and hope. With hiring a foalsitter and spending her half of the meal, Mrs. Cake felt a bitterness that her money had been wasted on a pitiful date.

At least said foalsitter was very nice.

The twins, Pumpkin Cake and Pound Cake, were no longer toddlers as several years had passed since the Legion of Doom were defeated. They were getting closer to double digits in age, and their foalsitter was no longer a teenager like he was when Twilight Sparkle had officially become leader of Equestria. The young adult drake, Spike, had grown exceptionally larger in size over the past several years, no longer able to walk on two feet as he had grown bigger than all the ponies in Ponyville. The four-legged purple dragon was at least two feet taller than Mrs. Cake, his voice having become almost as deep as Big Mac’s voice as he had grown up into a strong dragon. His wings had become longer, almost as long as Twilight’s alicorn wings! And while the dragon and Twilight currently lived in Canterlot, Spike constantly visited Ponyville for the sake of his marefriend that still lived there. Sweetie Belle, Rarity’s younger sister and a recently appointed teacher of the School of Friendship. Despite Spike’s giant size and beastly presence, the two of them appeared to be more in some kind of innocent puppy love instead of constantly fucking like Mrs. Cake would’ve expected them to do in their adult youth. That sounded somewhat better than Mrs. Cake’s relationship, lacking both in fluffy love and heavy fucking underneath the sheets. Though didn’t Spike feel similar to her? Especially with his strong drake libido?

Mrs. Cake shook off the sudden thought, opening her handbag that was slung around her shoulders and taking out the bits for payment as the Sugarcube Corner building was in view now. Mr. Cake trotted ahead a little, having the decency to at least open the door for his wife as she stepped inside. In front of her, were the young Cake twins running around the closed bakery with a much slower Spike lumbering around and trying to scoop them up. Seeing that he was smiling brought Mrs. Cake much needed relief as he stopped right in front of the couple with a grin.

“Mr. and Mrs. Cake!” Spike greeted the two, lumbering towards them and throwing his forelegs around the two earth ponies before stepping back. “Don’t worry, me and the twins were just playing a game of tag. I’m supposed to catch both of them, but they’re just so fast! I’m practically sweating!”

Mrs. Cake was instinctively drawn to the glistening sweat that dripped down the bright purple and emerald scales of the bulky drake that literally looked down at her with a deep pant and a big smile. The spell of staring at him was quickly broken by Mr. Cake walking past the both of them, his smile all gone as his eyes blinked rapidly with exhaustion.

“Fuck, I’m tried,” Mr. Cake groaned, before looking at his children running around behind the counter and calling to them. “Come on you two, it's time to tuck you both into bed.”

“C’mon!” Pumpkin and Pound whined in unison, rushing out from behind the counter, stopping in front of their father as they pouted at him. “Spike didn’t even get to tag us yet!”

“Got you,” Spike laughed as he had snuck up on them and touched both their heads with his claw, causing Pumpkin and Pound to shout and laugh with surprise. Throwing themselves at Spike and hugging him, the drake smiled warmly at them both as their father nudged them both upstairs to their rooms. Mr. Cake barely got out a “goodnight” to his wife, confirming to the chubby blue mare that he would pass out upon returning to their shared room, before Mrs. Cake looked to the bits in her forehoof. Spike was looking away, smiling at her family going upstairs, so she tucked the bits back in her handbag. It was a shot in the dark, extremely risky considering Spike didn’t seem like the kind of drake to help her out, so Mrs. Cake knew she had to be incredibly calculated about this. If she messed this up, it meant losing her business, her family, and possibly having an exceptionally pissed off younger mare after her. If she pulled this off, she’d have all her problems alleviated and be able to continue her responsibilities with extra excitement in her life.

“Well, a shame I didn’t get to ask him, but how was the date?” Spike asked as he turned to look at Mrs. Cake and her winced expression. “Oh Celestia, that bad huh?”

“Oh, was it that obvious?” Mrs. Cake groaned, stepping closer to him and leaning against the wall. “Carrot’s a great talker, you know, but he was basically talking to everypony but me at the restaurant. I was bored out of my skull amongst other problems, and he ordered so much off the menu that I barely got any bits left.”

“Oh,” Spike frowned briefly, before shaking his head. “You can always pay me the rest of it next time, if you need to. I know you’re not the kind of mare to screw me.”

“Oh but I am.” Mrs. Cake whispered as she licked her lips.

“What?” Spike’s eyes widened.

“I didn’t say anything,” Mrs. Cake smiled widely before she continued. “Say, how has your relationship with Sweetie Belle been going? I haven’t seen her in a while, guessing that she’s been helping your old crush most of the time. Or teaching her class, got to admire a mare that young that is ambitious. I’m sure she’s just as passionate in the sheets, huh?”

“Oh, um, we uh…” Spike’s heavy red blush shone against the scales of his face, the big drake stammering as he pushed out the words on his mind. “We haven’t really taken it that far yet, taking it slow has been benefitting the both of us. I don’t want to um, accidentally hurt her with how big I am. And we just like talking to each other and cuddling, it's nice.”

“But don’t drakes have a higher sex drive than stallions?” Mrs. Cake tilted her head, placing a forehoof on her lips as she became all the more puzzled at their innocent relationship.

“How do you know that?”

“Just some fluff I’ve read in some of my romance novels,” Mrs. Cake giggled, better to be honest about that part. She certainly wasn’t looking to bag a drake up until that day, but when she happened to pick up books that involved a lot of drake-on-mare romance, Mrs. Cake went on a few months of a reading binge. She was unable to put the books down! Unless she was enjoying herself with toys, that is. Batting her eyes to appear as innocent as possible, Mrs. Cake continued. “Is that just exaggeration for the sake of the books? Or is there some ring of truth to that?”

“No, it's true,” Spike shrugged, looking down at the ground. “But sex shouldn’t be the main reason to get in a relationship, and Sweetie Belle does live up to her name by a longshot. Every day with her just makes me happier, and so what if that means I have to get myself off every now and then…”

“Only every now and then?”

“Er, maybe every other day…”

“Come on now, Spike, I’m an older mare with a lot of life experience,” Mrs. Cake deadpanned as she shook her head. “I know how stallions your age are, so I won’t judge your completely honest answer.”

Spike blushed even harder, and Mrs. Cake didn’t know that was even possible. Even though her holes were facing away from him, Mrs. Cake still took the liberty of covering them both with her crimson tail. The only feeling that was more intense than her smug victory was her dripping arousal that was becoming harder to hide. Spike muttered another answer that was incoherent, and Mrs. Cake stepped forward till her muzzle was a couple inches away from his, tilting her head.

“What was that, honey?” Mrs. Cake asked. “I don’t think I quite heard you.”

“I said that I get myself off several times a day,” Spike briefly looked into Mrs. Cake’s eyes as he did so, proceeding to rub his face with one claw as he looked away. “On most days anyways, Sweetie Belle doesn’t mind so long as I’m imagining her and stuff.”

“Doesn’t mind?” Mrs. Cake was unable to hide her scowl from her boiling blood deep down at that point, shaking her head. “Honey, most couples your age are fucking every week at least. To not get sex from your partner, if you two both have sexual libidos, is practically a crime! At least with my husband, I put up with the dry spell because we have built so much together, but you’re a young drake with hundreds of years ahead of you! Spoiling so many of your prime years to wait for her, Spike, that’s not okay.”

“Yeah, I know it isn’t,” Spike deflated, frowning as he sat down. Mrs. Cake knew that she was at a turning point with the drake, not wanting him to reach the point of inconsolable misery. It would be completely inappropriate to make a move once he reached past that point, so Mrs. Cake pressed her forehoof against Spike’s cheek to focus him back on her.

“Honey, don’t be sad,” Mrs. Cake cooed, causing Spike’s heart to warm at the much-needed touch. The chubby blue MILF moved her forehoof down his shoulder, to his chest as she looked at him. “I think I know just the solution to make both of us happy, but you should know that if you say yes, you’re saying goodbye to an honest relationship with your marefriend.”

“An honest one?” Spike’s muzzle twitched with confusion.

“Yes, dear, because I’ve frankly tired of Carrot Cake going years without fucking me,” Mrs. Cake spat, letting her venom show as she narrowed her eyes at the stairs where her husband left. “And a powerful drake like you deserves to be taught to your full potential, let me give you proper payment, and I’ll give you sexual experiences beyond your wildest dreams. This first time, you don’t even have to do anything. Just leave all the work to me, and I’ll make sure it's everything you hope for. You don’t have to leave your marefriend, but if she ends up finding out…”

“Everything will be over…” Spike concluded, his eyes darting everywhere as he seemed to be thinking over Mrs. Cake’s proposition. Sweetie Belle was a fantastic friend, but Spike found it harder to justify her lack of initiative or interest in touching him passionately. She was already aware of his draconic sex drive, so denying him any sort of intimacy at all was becoming more viciously cruel by the day. Such a realization brought into question if Sweetie Belle was even a good partner at all, and if he had been telling himself lies and half-truths to justify his needs being neglected. He couldn’t do it anymore, not when the fat-assed mare Mrs. Cake was offering him relief, potentially more than once! Feeling a surge of draconic carnal hunger rage throughout his bigger body, Spike panted as he felt himself growing hard. Though as he felt his knot against his belly, Spike tensed as he looked at Mrs. Cake. “But your husband doesn’t have a knot, are you going to be able to-”

“I’m far more capable than you think, honey,” Mrs. Cake fluttered her eyes at him, licking her lips as she pointed a forehoof at the counter. “Just lay down there, okay? I promise it’ll be able to support your dragon weight. And just tell me if you want me to stop for any reason, I want you to have a wonderful time above all else~”

Spike wanted to feel guilt tugging at his heart, he really did. But all he could feel was a rush of excitement as he’d finally get to lose his virginity to one of the ponies in Ponyville. And the chubby beautifully blue MILF was certainly a golden choice in his eyes. Rushing to the counter and slowly climbing on it, Spike gently pressed his head against the counter where the display case was right below. Turning his head to look at Mrs. Cake, who was about to break a life-long vow for the dragon dick before her, Spike’s eyes were locked on what she was doing. Having turned around so that her deliciously fat ass was facing his direction, Mrs. Cake smirked at him over her own shoulder as she created a loud clap of her ass cheeks. CLAP CLAP CLAP her fat blue butt went, those cupcakes on her ass moving in an hypnotic motion as she fluttered her eyelashes at him. And all the while, Mrs. Cake was unable to take her eyes off the rock hard drake cock that she was about to use. At least a foot long of dark purple monstrosity beheld to her, Mrs. Cake could see that fat purple knot closer to the base of his cock before seeing his bloated balls. The fact that Sweetie Belle hadn’t so much as tried to get him off with her horn or hooves if she was so worried about her holes, got Mrs. Cake’s nostrils exhaling in red hot fury as she clapped her cheeks harder. She’d show Spike how a mare was supposed to appreciate her dragon, and make sure she’d get the inexperienced drake to turn into the stud that the older mare deserved. A beast that’d make her wildest dreams cum true.

Stopping just before she could accidentally wake up her husband, Mrs. Cake turned around and walked towards Spike as she climbed up the counter and stared down at his fat bitchbreaker. Where Sweetie Belle presumably failed, possibly having a panic attack from staring at the carnal behemoth, Mrs. Cake would not only succeed, but excel. Focusing her attention on Spike’s massive balls, Mrs. Cake brought her nostrils close to them and inhaled that draconic smell and was introduced into a new world entirely. It was a spicy smell, as to be expected from a fire-breathing drake, but it was also very much the powerful masculine musk that flooded her nostrils and nearly became her undoing. She didn’t know if it was because drakes just naturally have a heavier musk than stallions, or if Spike had been too busy to recently shower, but Mrs. Cake was in love with his musk alone. Taking another deep inhale of Spike’s draconic musk, Mrs. Cake felt her fluids drool onto his stretched out tail as she brought her mouth to his grapefruit-sized balls, closing her eyes and sticking her tongue out as she made out with his cumtanks. Humming against the fleshy surfaces, Mrs. Cake briefly opened her eyes as they rolled to the back of her head. The chubby MILF swore up and down in her head that his balls tasted better than candy, a divine taste for the senses as Mrs. Cake couldn’t see herself tasting anything better than his dragon balls. Just the taste alone tempted her to make a trip to the Dragon Lands, to be ravaged by many of the dragons to just further indulge herself.

Though, just making one naive drake into her pet would do just fine.

While Mrs. Cake began sucking on Spike’s balls one at a time, going at it passionately before switching to the next one and repeating the pattern, the dragon sighed with deep pleasure as he had watched the seemingly innocent older mare quickly transform into a repressed deviant before his very eyes. As young as the adult drake was, Spike wasn’t stupid. As soon as Mrs. Cake started prying about his sex life, Spike had figured out that she was sexually interested in him. But he was easy, admittedly enough, especially given how tired he was of jerking himself off however much he needed to. Having a near platonic relationship was already breaking him day by day, and it just took one mare with bad intentions to break him into doing the unthinkable. Folding like a house of cards, Spike released a deep-voiced moan as he shuddered against Mrs. Cake’s touch. She stopped sucking on his balls, kissing up his stiff hard length until she reached the fat tip and began drawing her tongue in circles. As Spike watched her, he didn’t even know if said tip would fit inside of Mrs. Cake. He half-expected when she got on top of him, that the hyped up and needy mare would change her mind. But even with that possibility sitting in the back of his mind, Spike was still turned on as Mrs. Cake opened her jaw as much as she reasonably could before plunging down the first two inches of his length. She made out with what she could, the cock being as thick as a soda can and testing her limits right off the bat. Though the challenge excited Mrs. Cake, she took several deep breaths before pushing further. She reached several more inches before stopping right before his tip could move past her throat, making due with what she got in her mouth as she bobbed it up and down, swirling her tongue around his length the whole time.

“Oh fuck,” Spike whined, feeling like his normally strong dragon body was becoming putty in the much older MILF’s hooves. He didn’t know what any of the Mane 6 would think about how quickly he had fallen to such an unexpected mare, especially Twilight, but with each minute passing with Mrs. Cake using him, Spike didn’t know if he could ever give her up. His mind, body, and soul were in carnal heaven right from the jump. He restrained himself from bucking his hips up further, not wanting to sour the mood of the unexpected sexual encounter. Mrs. Cake began using her forehooves to toy with his balls, staring down at them intently before she removed her mouth from his draconic bitchbreaker with a loud pop and lick of her lips.

“Oh dearie, I cannot wait to empty these of every last drop~” Mrs. Cake nearly growled, similar to what Spike would’ve expected of another dragon, starting to bring the young drake into question as to how in control he actually was of the situation. The chubby blue mare moved forward till she was on top of him, grinding her slick wet folds and clit against his pulsing length as Spike looked at her butt intently.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to warm you up?” Spike asked.

“Oh trust me honey, all the saliva and juices will make up more than enough lube,” Mrs. Cake reassured him. “And on top of that, I’m plenty wet. If anyone needs help here though, it's you. I’m going to teach you about many different sex positions, the varying ways to please a mare and be pleased by a mare. I’m sure you know what this position is?”

“I’ve seen it in magazines before, but I don’t know the word for it,” Spike admitted with a growing blush as he tried to look away, only for Mrs. Cake’s hoof to slowly move to his cheek to gently bring his eyes back to her.

“It’s called a cowgirl position, sweetheart,” Mrs. Cake cooed, sending delightfully hot shivers throughout Spike’s normally cold purple scales. “This is when a mare is facing you as she is riding you, bouncing up and down on your cock. I won’t drive you mad anymore, hun. Let me show you so you can see and feel this position…”

Mrs. Cake felt her heart racing with an unfathomable level of excitement, feeling like a naughty mare at prom as she moved her pussy off of him to bring her entrance to be aligned with his wet tip. She was not only about to truly give in to pleasure for the first time in many years, but it was to a youthful drake that made her feel alive just by looking at her. He was laying on the counter, starstruck and mad with desire to have her use him however she wanted. Even with a marefriend his age! Mrs. Cake bit her lip, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she wasted no more time making her wish cum true. Swiftly moving down, thankful to having bitten her lip moments before, Mrs. Cake’s loud moan was cut off by her mouth being closed as she felt the penetration of fat dragon cock rock her world and nearly shatter her mind. She nearly lost her technique right then and there, not because it would hurt like Spike had worried, but because of the skyrocketing sensation of pleasure that overstimulated her entire being. She stopped biting her lip, so as to not break skin, as she moved her pussy down several inches till she had half of him inside. She was a shuddering mess, eyes unfocused and her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she couldn’t control drool from slipping out of her mouth. Spike’s cock was a monster to say the least, and she knew that she’d end up having a monstrous pet of a stud on her hooves should she succeed in winning him over. Moving down further, panting and blushing heavily, Mrs. Cake eventually got all of his cock inside except for that fat knot, though she knew that would happen soon enough.

After a few seconds of recollecting her thoughts, getting back into the physical present, Mrs. Cake moved up till only Spike’s tip was inside of her. It was slow, methodical, and Mrs. Cake brought that all crashing down as she slammed herself back down on Spike’s bitchbreaker with a loud moan that she barely managed to cover with her forehoof. Repeating the process, trying to contain her sounds the best she could, Mrs. Cake savored the gentle plaps of her fat blue ass slamming down on Spike’s thighs, paired with the low groans of pleasure from the dragon she was using. Using his fat dragon cock as little more than a glorified dildo, Mrs. Cake got the hang of controlling him to his delight, grinning down at the starry-eyed drake as she bounced faster.

“You like that, big boy?” Mrs. Cake grunted, watching as Spike frantically nodded his head as if taking a second longer would break the spell over the both of them. Only a few minutes had passed, and the long-deprived MILF was already skyrocketing towards her first orgasm in Celestia knew how long. Even if she was dominating the young drake expertly, Mrs. Cake was still an older mare escaping a dry spell at the end of the day. She needed to cum. Covering her moans with both forehooves, Mrs. Cake felt her walls clenching around Spike’s dick as she convulsed on his dick, squirting her sweet light blue magical mare fluids all over the drake’s dick. Before she could stop him, Spike placed his claws on Mrs. Cake’s cutie marks and thrusted up into her with the virgin technique she had expected from him. Still, his uneven thrusts drove her wild as she came another two times before reasserting herself. Moving his claws with her forehooves back to the counter, Mrs. Cake grunted as she resumed bouncing up and down on him. With a chubby mare such as herself, her stamina was normally short-lived. But with the thrill of cheating on her husband, being attractive and alluring enough to pull a full-grown drake away from his young marefriend, Mrs. Cake felt the strength of multiple alicorns keeping her from tiring out. Years of not getting in on had done that to her, turning her into a slut for dragon dick as she broke out from her repression.

Plapping down onto her own fluids dripping down Spike’s balls and onto the counter, Mrs. Cake grunted and groaned with less modesty by the second. She needed this, and she could feel that Spike with his libido needed it even more than her somehow. Eventually as she slapped down on his dick, Mrs. Cake could feel his balls full with the seed that was going to bloat her belly and make her into a mare balloon. And on top of that, she slammed herself against his knot knowing that it was going to pop inside of her when he came.

“Come on, knot me already,” Mrs. Cake ordered. “I’m a big mare, you won’t hurt me. I need this, Spike.”

Spike nodded, bringing his claws back to his cutie marks as he thrusted up into her several more times. Eventually, with a loud pop and a bigger sensation entering her body, Spike’s knot had entered her body. That quickly followed with rope after rope of his hot dragon seed entering her fertile depths, claiming her far more than her husband ever had. Each time she had thought it was done, and that his orgasm had stopped, another dozen ropes would fill her up. Her belly felt bloated, and eventually became bloated, as he hadn’t stopped cumming till two minutes had passed. Mrs. Cake’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, feeling Spike’s foot-long cock and knot inside her as he had so thoroughly taken her, to the point of where her stomach looked like she was well into a triple pregnancy. One realization was certain, she couldn’t let this dragon stud go.

“Guess we’ll be here a while, huh?” Mrs. Cake laughed, bringing a forehoof to her cum-flated blue stomach. Spike nodded, looking at Mrs. Cake’s cutie marks without a word for a few moments longer before looking at her with a nod.

“Yes, Mrs. Cake,” Spike spoke clearly despite his heavy blush, and the chubby blue mare couldn’t blame him. The drake may not have been in regret, but the older mare could understand that he had crossed a line that he could never take back. His life, his relationship, would never be the same as it once was. Sure he could go to his Sweetie and say it was a one-time moment of passion, but…

“You’ll be returning soon, and I’ll continue training you while my husband and foals are out,” Mrs. Cake decided, smirking down at him as to await any rebuttal. Sure he could say no, shake her off and ruin her life with what they had done. But she saw that hungry dragon flash in his eyes, the carnal need to claim a mare as his “prey” mattered more than anything else. Cooing as she pressed her forehoof against Spike’s face, Mrs. Cake drove the nail into the coffin. “Poor Spikey, finally got a bite after so long of only jerking off, and now he doesn’t want to give it up. Or do you?”

“No, Mrs. Cake, I’d be more than happy to see you soon,” Spike grunted, licking his sharp dragon teeth as he moved his claws up and down the married mare’s body, exploring her while he still had the time. Mrs. Cake sighed with an ear-to-ear smile, shuddering at his sharp digits gently moving up and down her blue fur, as she had felt like a new mare from taking this young buck from his useless marefriend.

After a while, Mrs. Cake was able to pull herself off Spike’s cock with her belly having digested a lot of the cum to where she only looked slightly more pudgy than normal. With swiftness, and constantly checking the stairs for any sign of life that never showed up, Mrs. Cake and her dragon fling-turned-pet make efficient work of cleaning the counter of their sex juices. As well as the floor that was around it, while Spike carried around an air freshener to ward off the smell of sex. After thoroughly inspecting the area, their location of adulterous sin was completely devoid of any signs of it. The only remaining evidence of their deed was the deep knowing that lingered in their hungry minds as Spike left the bakery with a pep in his step and Mrs. Cake skipped up the stairs with an eager flick of her candy-crimson tail…

Training Session
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How to Train Your Dragon

Training Session

Author's Note

Contains kitchen oral, playing with teats and clit, sex on husband's bed, eating out, brief deepthroating, mating press, full nelson, sex ed, quickie, passing out, clean up, and a clueless husband.

Training Session

Walking towards Sugarcube Corner with his heart pounding at the debaucherous possibilities that unfolded before his mind, Spike felt alive in his body for the first time in his adulthood. For so long, Spike thought that the excitement in his life that he felt when he was younger, growing up with Equestria’s greatest heroes, was but a feeling of the past when he became an adult and started dating Sweetie Belle. Living in Canterlot alongside the leader of Equestria was a lot more boring than it sounded, watching the purple alicorn that took care of him taking care of menial tasks to pass laws and create new buildings in Equestria. Resolving conflicts that seemed trivial in comparison to the world-threatening evils that they had conquered and defeated not too long ago. And on top of that, settling for a celibate relationship of a mare that strongly resembled the older mare he had pined for. All of that seemed fine, even peaceful he dared to think to himself, but now it laid to waste in his mind as Spike felt like a powerful drake capable of moving mountains.

And it was all because of her.

Stretching out a claw and opening the door, careful not to accidentally fling it due to his far stronger dragon limbs, Spike entered the bakery and saw Mrs. Cake behind the counter. Her eyes lit up as her tail flickered briefly before she stopped herself, her glittering eyes shifting to a normal nod and smile. Of course her instinct was to revert to her customer service persona, Spike laughed a little. He looked to the dining room where two different parties were enjoying their sweets at their respective tables, and then at the kitchen door near the counter. Before he could get a word out to properly greet the older mare, the kitchen door flung open as Mr. Cake stepped out in front of them with Pumpkin and Pound Cake skittering behind him.

“Oh hey Spike, thanks for offering to help my wife with cleanup,” Mr. Cake nodded at him, unaware and slowly more worthless in Spike’s eyes as the yellow-furred stallion seemed indifferent to the drake’s presence before his attractive wife. “I’m going to take these guys to the movies, they couldn’t stop talking about it after you mentioned the new Power Ponies movie that came out.”

“Of course,” Spike beamed, more at the young foals alongside Mr. Cake than anything else as he nodded at them. “You two tell me how much you like the movie, okay?”

“Yes Spike!” the twins shouted, before galloping towards the door. Mr. Cake hugged his wife behind the counter before following them, leaving Mrs. Cake and Spike alone in the lobby as the blue mare smiled at him.

“Sorry about that, I was trying to get a word in but we just got over the lunch rush a few minutes ago,” Mrs. Cake shrugged with a roll of her eyes, starting to blush a little more in her youthful-minded bliss before she looked at the drake that made her feel that way. “Hello, Spike~”

“Hello, Mrs. Cake, it's been too long!” Spike grinned, his sharp teeth only doing wonders to Mrs. Cake’s vividly colorful fantasies. Lumbering forward until he was all too close to her, his head practically hovering over her own as he stared down at her intently, Spike continued. “So what is the plan? You just told me that there was going to be training so to speak…”

“Well, it's only been a few days,” Mrs. Cake remarked on his first statement.

“Yeah, but for my body, it feels like months,” Spike muttered, aware of the blissfully ignorant customers that he couldn’t wait to see leave.

“I know honey,” Mrs. Cake gulped as she changed subject. “Well, I told Mr. Cake that’d we close up shop for the slow hours and clean up for the evening when it gets busy again. We don’t normally do that, as you know. But I had to come up with some excuse of burnout and whatever. Let’s give these ponies another ten minutes to enjoy themselves, and then we’ll ask them to leave.”

Mrs. Cake bit her lip with a narrowed gaze at the dining table, hot red frustration channeled towards the customers lingering in the building. Spike didn’t feel half as annoyed as her, enjoying the anticipation of what he knew he would get from the older mare. And even on an emotional level, Spike felt giddy at the idea of making Mrs. Cake happier than she had been in years. She worked hard for the community, and doubly so for her family, and the mare’s fulfillment of getting that pleasure in return was long overdue. Sure enough, after only five minutes, the rest of the ponies in the dining room had cleared out and Mrs. Cake had galloped out from behind the counter to lock the front door as if she was blocking out timberwolves from coming in. Spike couldn’t help himself, snickering at Mrs. Cake’s swiftness while his eyes instinctively ogled Mrs. Cake’s fat ass and all the delicious desserts it had to offer. It was a feast for the senses, and Spike shut up entirely as he didn’t know which part of her to stare at. Mrs. Cake turned around and trotted up to him.

“I’ll be training you to be my ideal stud,” Mrs. Cake stated clearly, her dark pink eyes sharp as she stared at him more intensely than any other dragon Spike had met in the Dragon Lands. Despite having a soft chubby pony body, and having a sweet personality to everypony else, Mrs. Cake was a force to be reckoned with when she had her sights on what she wanted. She could very well be using Spike to either become a new husband to her when her foals have grown up and left the bakery, or be using him for a few months before she throws the drake away. Her power spoke volumes to Spike without her having to say it outright, feeling his monstrous dragon cock hardening and slapping against his belly and chest as he nodded at Mrs. Cake’s order.

“What does that look like to you?” Spike asked. “Where would you want me?”

“Multiple places, I won’t lie,” Mrs. Cake giggled. “But the kitchen counter might be a good start, I can teach you how to use that dragon tongue of yours. This isn’t just about pleasing that pillar of yours, even if it's very enjoyable to do so…”

Mrs. Cake trotted past the big purple dragon, opening the kitchen door without looking back. Spike waited for a few moments, hunger rushing from his brain into his twitching length as he lumbered into the kitchen to see that Mrs. Cake had just cleaned up the counter and jumped onto it as she opened her legs and had her bright crimson tail parted to the side resting on the countertop surface. With how tall the surface was that Mrs. Cake was sitting on, her crotchteats and pussy lips were eye level with Spike perfectly. As if this moment was made for them and only them, with the thought burning into Spike’s brain as he moved towards her with a lick of his muzzle.

“He doesn’t mind leaving you to me,” Spike pointed out, the words coming out with a venomous disgust as he felt some of that bitterness Mrs. Cake spilled onto his mind several nights before. “What kind of stallion does that to his wife? He doesn’t even bother asserting himself in front of me, or anything like that. What does he think his deprived wife is going to get up to when he can’t even get it up?”

“I don’t know, Spike,” Mrs. Cake shrugged, watching as Spike drifted closer enough for her to bring a forehoof snakily against the back of his head as she had him in her grip. “But you clearly know he is getting exactly what he deserves at this point. Now, you see this clit and my entrance that you’ve gotten to know. Sticking your tongue inside, and wriggling it around, should do the trick. And of course, you’ve got your front claws you could use for the rest of me. Do spit on them first though, otherwise it might hurt.”

“Yes my Mistress,” Spike sighed, his eyes briefly rolling to the back of his head before he went to work just as Mrs. Cake processed the word he had used. Lunging forward, pressing his muzzle right underneath her clit as he stretched out his thinner and much longer dragon tongue into her pussy’s depths, the chubby blue mare pressed her forehoof firmer against the young drake’s head as she felt her loins flash with hot irresistible pleasure. Briefly stopping to spit a little saliva onto his claws, Spike resumed eating her out and using his wet digits to work on her clit and her teats respectively. Dark blue like that of blueberries, the sweet treats practically begged to be played with. He started off barely touching them, treating Mrs. Cake very delicately before getting the hint from her moving her body forward with longing. Twisting them firmly, Spike got pleasurable yelps and loud moans as he had one claw doing that and another spinning firm circles around her clit while he kept his eyes closed for her impending orgasm. He didn’t know how many he could physically get away with before the MILF would wear out and need a shower, but Spike was intending on finding out. Performing the juggling act the only way he knew how, Spike felt Mrs. Cake’s body trembling more and more with each second before her chubby MILF thighs clasped the sides of Spike’s head hard.

“Yes that’s it, such a good stud, yesyesfuckmepleaseme OH FUCK!” Mrs. Cake brayed as her eyes rolled to the back of her head, forgoing her ladylike demeanor altogether as she kept Spike’s head stuck there through each messy orgasm while the purple drake gulped up every squirt that landed in his mouth. Feeling his dragon cock hard as a brick, his balls full of buckets of cum that needed release, Spike panted as his head was released. Shuddering, hungry from the taste that was dangled in front of him, the dragon moaned as he licked off the stickiness from Mrs. Cake’s thighs. Mrs. Cake got to watch the show, of Spike reverting to a beast, as she gave him a buffet of what he had needed after all this time. Rubbing the back of his head much more gently, Mrs. Cake waited for him to stop before jumping off the counter and looking at his erect package.

“Stand against the counter, I’m going to help myself now,” Mrs. Cake ordered, watching as Spike swiftly got into the position she desired: with his front claws resting on the counter she was just sitting on while his back claws were on the floor as he was standing on his hindlegs with his monstrous pillar presented to her. His timid nature contrasting to his big stature was a glorious delight for Mrs. Cake’s needs, the perfect little blueprint for her plans. Even with Spike knowing exactly what she was doing, the eager and naive drake’s libido was still easy to mold into her liking. Sweetie Belle’s lack of care only hit the nail in Spike’s metaphorical coffin, since he was still a dragon at the end of the day. She was off doing who knows what, while her drake lover was hard as a rock for the experienced MILF that would give him exactly what he needed. Bringing her muzzle to his balls and inhaling deeply, having missed that spicy musk since he last left, Mrs. Cake groaned with hunger as she felt more of her juices dripping onto the floor.

Mrs. Cake had carried a profound amount of weight for her husband, their family, and their business while getting pitifully little in return. If it weren’t for the reasons to keep their marriage afloat, Mrs. Cake would’ve felt downright pathetic for waiting so long to seek out other options. Instead, the chubby blue mare felt herself in carnal heaven as she returned to big Spike’s balls and began kissing them as if she was kissing a royal scepter. Dragging her tongue around them and moaning against them, Mrs. Cake felt the scenery of the kitchen and the vague sounds of the outdoors blur away into a messy nothing that she never wanted to leave. Her eyes once again rolled to the back of her head, heat rushing to her face as she all-too-happily degraded herself for dragon dick. Spike sighed as he remained still, allowing Mrs. Cake to help herself as she dragged her tongue from his knot all the way up to his tip before lunging forward. Noticing how she was much quicker to take his cock in her mouth, Spike smirked and tried to keep his composure with the chubby blue mare bobbing her mouth back and forth. He felt her forehooves move to his knot to keep his cock in place for her aim, noticing how quicker she was in her practiced movements as well.

“Did you have practice since last tiaahhhhhh-!” Spike whined as he felt Mrs. Cake’s tongue swirling around his length, causing his world to explode as he was quickly skyrocketing towards his orgasm. He would’ve pulled out so they could smoothly transition into sex if not for the older mare’s hooves keeping him in place, giving the young drake the all too obvious cue to let it happen. Groaning as he pushed another few inches into her throat for the first time, with Mrs. Cake’s gag reflex being tested to the point of having a surprise orgasm of her own, Spike released buckets of his cum deep down her throat and into her stomach for over a minute before swiftly slipping his length out and removing himself from the counter. Mrs. Cake shuddered as she finished her own messy orgasm that dribbled onto the floor. Looking at Mrs. Cake next to him, the blue mare coughing, Spike placed a claw on her shoulder as he petted her.

“Are you okay?” Spike asked.

“Yeah, more than okay,” Mrs. Cake whispered, her depths clenching away at nothing as she felt her mind spinning away at nothing. “Come on, big boy. There’s more for us to do, but kitchen counters aren’t going to be fitting for what I have in mind…”

Spike moved around the kitchen till he reached the fridge, getting a water bottle for both himself and the chubby blue mare walking up to him, draping her upper body over his back as she rubbed against him before chugging her own water and tossing the bottle in the nearby trash. Though she was able to walk fine after, Mrs. Cake still leaned against the much bigger Spike a little as they left the kitchen and walked up the stairs. Spike’s eyes widened as he realized where exactly they were going: the bedroom of Mr. and Mrs. Cake. Her husband was gone from the building, and his wife was leading her big dragon lover into their den. Just that gesture alone was serious for Spike, and telling that Mrs. Cake wasn’t going to let go of him anytime soon. Letting Mrs. Cake push the door open to her own room, Spike followed the chubby blue mare inside while staring at the glistening stains from her own recent orgasm.

“There’s more positions than cowgirl, if that wasn’t already obvious,” Mrs. Cake giggled, trotting towards her bed as Spike used his tail to shut the door behind him. “Positions that a big drake such as yourself would benefit from. As much as I love to take you over, you know you’re the one that’s supposed to fuck me into a mess. To the point of which I pass out…”

“If I may ask?” Spike interrupted her as the chubby MILF jumped onto her made bed, flipping onto her back and splaying out her hindlegs.

“You may, dear.”

“That sounds amazing~” Spike admitted. “But how could I reasonably do that when Mr. Cake will be back soon?”

“Just wash me thoroughly and put these sheets and blankets in the wash, and replace them with the ones I have in the closet,” Mrs. Cake explained. “And come up with something, anything, he’s stupid enough to believe anything you tell him because he doesn’t care enough to question you alone with me.”

“Fuck,” Spike growled, feeling more tension in his body as he processed the words that Mrs. Cake had said. More than anything, did he want to make her happy for taking his virginity and bringing newfound excitement into his life. Taking a deep breath and feeling his erection quickly returning despite having came not ten minutes ago, Spike felt the rush of forbidden excitement throughout his body as he looked at Mrs. Cake’s fluttering eyes. “What do you want me to do?”

“Two positions I want you to try out for your mare~” Mrs. Cake decided, flicking her tail to the side as she moved her hindhooves as close to her head as possible. “Mating press and full nelson. The first one will be easier, though it’ll be a concentrated effort for my hindlegs. I’ll tell you if it's too much of a strain on me, sweetheart. What I want you to do is climb onto the bed over me, like your standard missionary, but I want your claws on the ankles of my hindlegs to push back to the sides of my head. Locking me in place, think you can try that for me, honey?”

“Of course, Mistress,” Spike grunted, following his experienced mare’s instructions as he walked to the foot of the bed and climbed onto it. He was considerably heavier than Mr. Cake, Spike had no doubt about that, so the purple drake wasn’t surprised to hear and feel a noticeable creak in the mattress as it strained with their combined weight. Bringing his claws to Mrs. Cake’s ankles, he firmly clasped them without his grip being too rough as he slowly moved the blue mare’s ankles to the sides of her head. He could tell when it was starting to strain her muscles, though Mrs. Cake only briefly winced before she stared at Spike with her clear bedroom eyes.

“Looks like you’ll be teaching me yoga while I teach you how to properly plow your mare~” Mrs. Cake giggled, feeling the tip of Spike’s monstrous bitchbreaker tease her wet entrance as she prayed to Celestia that she could get a half dozen more orgasms from him before her overstimulated brain would succumb to passing out soon enough. “Don’t worry, Spike. This is perfect, though we just need your length to seal the deal and show me what you’ve learned so far…”

Spike felt his heart flutter, delighted that while they were getting their rocks off, Mrs. Cake was still bothering to teach him everything she knew about sex. And he honestly hadn’t remembered seeing the Mating Press position in his magazines, though he could see why it would be more favorable for a drake than a stallion with his superior flexible claws. Penetrating Mrs. Cake with his fat cock, they both sighed with their combined hot breath mingling with one another as they savored the carnal escape from their mundane lives. Mrs. Cake watched as those missed inches returned to their home, starting to moan as half of his length was now inside of her. Then, she felt his knot bump against her entrance, reminding her of the downtime they’d inevitably have in between sessions. Spike’s hot musky breath teased her nostrils, making the situation all the more real and tantalizing to her before he slipped out most of his length.

“Yes, start off nice and gentle for me~” Mrs. Cake insisted, and Spike obeyed her guidance as he thrusted in and out of her with nearly a foot of his length slipping inside her hot depths before he would move back and repeat the motion. Mrs. Cake enjoyed the sensation, though her carnal hunger was starting to get the better of her. Biting her lip for a few moments with a heavy blush, Mrs. Cake reached her breaking point and continued. “Now go faster, just keep your thrusts even and show me that dragon fucking that mares can’t shut up about.”

Spike knew how recently that more dragons began attending the School of Friendship, and how quickly the ponies of Ponyville took to fantasizing about them and dating them. Books came out that Mrs. Cake had loved to binge-read about dragons, and now unsurprisingly, she was underneath one. Though he was far less eloquent than her and the books she loved to read, Spike knew where his talents would easily shine best. Pulling out until only the tip was inside once more, Spike grunted as he began what would be the start of Mrs. Cake’s undoing. Slamming into her with his thighs hitting her ass cheeks with lightning collision, Mrs. Cake brayed to the ceiling as her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her second orgasm that day rocked her body to its core. Convulsing and feeling drool spill from the sides of her mouth, Mrs. Cake felt shivers coursing through her fur as she came all over Spike’s dick. The predatory parts of Spike’s brain kicked in, thanks to Mrs. Cake’s teaching, as he began pistoning in and out of the MILF like a beast possessed. More of the sex that he was giving to her was becoming a blur, physically and mentally, as he rutted her senseless. Mrs. Cake’s brain blanked out as she got to savor only a hint of the superior dragon stamina that got her losing it like a slut getting gangbanged. Hot warmth rushed through her entire body in pure satisfaction and also splashed off Spike’s dick as Mrs. Cake felt her whole body being rocked back and forth. Her cupcake cutie marks rippled, her ass cheeks became sore from Spike’s thighs, and her crotchboobs wobbled up and down from her body moving. Her legs felt strained, and Mrs. Cake knew she was going to feel roughed up from the experience, though there was one important factor to justify this all…

…Mrs. Cake loved it.

“YES, FUCK ME HARD!” Mrs. Cake screamed, the only words she was able to get out was a string of unintelligible moans and whines as her pupils practically turned into hearts, her walls clenching around Spike’s dick as she came a third time with a low and deeper moan of delight. Taking in Mrs. Cake enjoying his dicking down of her so much, Spike snarled as he felt more of his dragon self take over. He had grown up immersed in pony culture, his first relationship being with a mare that didn’t really need sex that much for a proper relationship. Having an older mare that not only embraced his dragon self, but encouraged it, was a miracle that Spike thanked Celestia for. Drool began to seep out of his muzzle and onto Mrs. Cake’s face, with the dirty act causing the chubby blue mare to cum a fourth time in quick succession to the third. Spike felt the mattress creaking hard with each plap that echoed throughout the room, his swinging tail nearly knocking stuff over as he was too worked up to control it. Drooling anywhere and everywhere, their hot breath melding into one, Spike and Mrs. Cake both felt in their prime as the drake surged forward and popped his knot in her for the second time. Mrs. Cake closed her eyes and gave a loud feminine moan as she savored the foreign sensation, with Spike softly growling as he had knotted her and proceeded to cum inside her for a while. Once again, Mrs. Cake’s stomach drastically bloated and felt like a water balloon, moving as such when the blue mare’s ankles were released and she brought a forehoof to it.

“Fuck that was wonderful,” Mrs. Cake sighed.

“While we’re stuck like this, mind telling me what a…full nelson is?” Spike laughed as he tilted his head at the words.

“My hindlegs will be stretched out on each side of my head again,” Mrs. Cake began. “But this time, you would be standing up and holding me with your forelegs over my hindlegs. We need to be very slow with starting, because I’ve got a bit of a pudgy body that I’m pretty sure you’ll be able to hold up…”

It was a while after Spike’s knot popped out of Mrs. Cake, and that his length had gotten stiff again. Mr. Cake could end up knocking on the locked door of the establishment at any moment, so Spike knew this would be more of a quickie. Which given the effort of holding Mrs. Cake, might’ve been for the best. Though the purple drake was proud of himself as he was standing upright on his hindlegs, holding Mrs. Cake’s hindlegs with his forelegs as he was pistoning in and out of the chubby blue MILF.

“Yes, that’s a good dragon pet, using me as he pleases, such a good stud,” Mrs. Cake rambled hungrily, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as her tongue was lolling out of her mouth. Her crotchboobs bounced up and down more frequently with this position, and being off the ground while being fucked brought more of a thrill than the mating press did. Her pathetic twig of a husband couldn’t even dream to have her in this position, let alone be able to properly fuck her in said position. The full nelson that involved being so thoroughly filled, was physically and mentally freeing in its own right. Spike had tilted Mrs. Cake’s neck at some point, running his dragon tongue across her sensitive blue fur, before lunging forward and biting her neck. Mrs. Cake’s hindlegs twitched from the surprise, gushing out from her pussy around his dragon dick as she experienced her fifth orgasm. Spike wanted to go for orgasm number 6, so he sped up his thrusts harder than he had ever before, keeping them in near-perfect technique as he felt like a deity the way he was making this older mare cum. If he had known how easily the right mare could teach him how to fuck, Spike would given in much sooner.

Pulling back from biting Mrs. Cake’s neck, Spike brought his muzzle to the blue mare’s ear as he whispered: “Cum with me.”

Hilting himself, popping his knot inside the hot blue-furred MILF for the second time that day, Spike bit part of Mrs. Cake’s ear as he came buckets into her depths while the chubby blue mare came in unison with him. She had only heard of such a rare event, certainly never experiencing it once from her husband, so Mrs. Cake thanked her lucky stars for the gifted drake that she got on her lap. And that he landed another mare that was so incompetent in comparison, creating such a perfect scenario.

After Spike’s knot popped out of Mrs. Cake, the blue mare quickly felt herself succumbing to unconsciousness and passing out right before the young and energized purple drake went to work. Moving swiftly almost as much as Rainbow Dash, Spike removed the blankets and sheets from the entire bed and placed them in the washing machine in the room nearby. Taking several minutes to wash Mrs. Cake’s body in the shower, especially the entrance of her pussy despite her bloated stomach being the one factor that might give her away, Spike told himself he would come up with an excuse like the blue mare had asked of him. Washing her thoroughly, Spike sighed as he was covering up the evidence of their sex. Regardless of how their dynamic would end, Spike was young and sentimental over the mare that had taken his virginity. Such was life.

With Mrs. Cake resting on his back, Spike had hastily thrown together the new blankets and sheets onto the bed and gently placed the blue mare on top. As he had done a through look around the room, bathroom included, Spike was about to rush out of the room to make sure that Mr. Cake wasn’t waiting at the door when Mrs. Cake murmured:

“Thank you, Spike.”

“Oh?” Spike felt his heart skip a beat at the mare, his Mistress, maybe even his owner if he really did want to lean into being her stud-pet, and what she had said. Even though her eyes were still closed, Spike smiled and opened the door as he responded. “Yeah, no problem at all, Mrs. Cake…”

Closing the door behind him, Spike nearly tumbled down the stairs and looked at the front door with a rush of excitement as he had seen that nopony was waiting out there. Taking advantage of the spare time that he had left, Spike had returned to the kitchen and began cleaning. After all, if Mr. Cake had walked in to see nothing cleaned up, that could very well be a dead giveaway. And with the additional time the drake had, that could be enough for Mrs. Cake’s bloated stomach to go down! Spike exhaled a breath of relief as he had gotten to work. About half an hour passed, with Spike having finished nearly everything in the kitchen and was about to go clean the dining room tables when he heard a knock that made his scales colder than normal. Turning around from the counter he was cleaning, Spike rushed out the kitchen door to see Mr. Cake with the twins as he unlocked the door and allowed them in.

“Hey Spike,” Mr. Cake grinned as he stepped inside, the foals happily rushing off to the dining room as they talked. “Sorry we were late, the foals wanted ice cream and I didn’t want to say no. Say, where’s Mrs. Cake at?”

“She…uh…” Spike stammered, feeling himself blushing harder the longer he didn’t come up with a plausible excuse. Finally, he blurted out. “She was feeling really burnt out from the lunch rush, so she went to bed while I worked in the kitchen. I kind of dozed off on accident in the kitchen, and you woke me up, so I didn’t get a chance to work on the other rooms in the building. I’m really sorry about that, Mr. Cake.”

Spike knew this was the ultimate test, to really see if Mr. Cake would buy such a flimsy and impulsively-created excuse like his wife had said. Worst that happened was that both their marriage and Spike’s relationship would blow up, and the purple drake could walk away with an exceptional experience under his metaphorical belt.

Instead, Mr. Cake smiled wide as he pressed a forehoof against Spike’s shoulder.

“Oh that’s more than okay, Spike! I know life and all its responsibilities gets exhausting for all of us. You and I can finish cleaning up while we tell you about the movie.”

Spike’s jaw dropped.

Dear, great, big-flanked Celestia….

Mr. Cake is truly pathetic.

The Death of Guilt
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How to Train Your Dragon

The Death of Guilt

Author's Note

Contains Lots of stealth sex during a party: eating out a mare in a hallway, hidden hoofjob, brief reverse doggy style underneath a table, doggy style in a hallway, silent sex, loud sex drowned out by music, barely hidden flirting, jealousy/paranoia, fantasy of getting caught, and most importantly...the death of guilt~

The Death of Guilt

“It’s been so long since I’ve been in this castle! I miss being in it, don’t you Spike?”

“Yeah,” Spike blushed as he felt his mind a lot farther from Twilight than he normally would’ve liked, staring intently at the gemstone interior as lecherous thoughts bombarded his mind. The newest generation of students had graduated from the School of Friendship, causing enormous celebration at the castle that Headmare Starlight now owned. Though since Twilight, leader of Equestria, wanted Starlight and the rest of the staff to relax for their own party, she and the Mane 6 decided to host the party and order catering and take care of everything else. Though with the six mares delegating the tasks between each other, Spike wasn’t really needed for the help. He was just there for the party, playing the part of supportive drakefriend to one of the teachers…

“Yeah, sorry, the gem interior looks so delicious,” Spike fibbed, staring down at the purple alicorn he normally was beside in Canterlot. Though she wasn’t half as big as the lumbering four-legged dragon, Twilight had grown a couple feet taller herself and had longer wings than Spike did! They had approached the door to the castle where Twilight had pulled the handle open. The rest of the Mane 6 were finishing off preparations inside the dining room, the catering about to arrive any moment, when Twilight opened the door and saw many creatures waiting outside. The Young Six, half of them who were teachers now, were among those in the small crowd. Starlight Glimmer returning home from the School grounds, Trixie, Sunburst, and the CMC-turned-teachers. Rushing forward past all of the others in the crowd of creatures, Sweetie Belle with her bright green eyes and beaming smile galloped forward and threw her forelegs around Spike’s neck.

“Hey Spike!” Sweetie greeted her lover, pulling back and pressing her soft pony lips against his muzzle briefly before pulling away and hugging Twilight. “Hey Twilight, long time no see! I hope everything went smoothly?”

“With the six of us, you know it!” Twilight winked, waving her forehoof forward as everybody slowly entered the castle. While the purple alicorn personally congratulated each and every one of the graduates that entered her former castle, Spike fell in line back into the castle beside Sweetie Belle as he looked down at the white unicorn with her luscious pink and purple mane. Her face was moderately caked up with makeup, and she smelled heavily of perfume and whatever floral soap she was using now. Looking as gorgeous as could be, Spike remarked to himself. Looking over his shoulder to see Apple Bloom and Scootaloo whispering amongst themselves in the distance, Spike spoke up.

“So how was the graduation?” Spike asked.

“It went great, the students were thrilled to be called out and some of them even had speeches of their own!” Sweetie Belle explained. “It was so endearing to see so many creatures move here and create such lasting friendships with the ponies of Ponyville, and you know…I’m quite happy to have something more with a big handsome drake myself…”

“Is it really more though?” Spike mumbled, a sting in his chest as he glared at her when she wasn’t looking for a fraction of a second before looking away quickly.

“What?” Sweetie tilted her head with a small frown. “You’re mumbling, babe.”

“Oh, I said I’m happy to have something more with you too,” Spike nodded, moving his wing to brush it over Sweetie’s back for a few moments before looking intently at the hallway. “Give me a second, I just realized I really need to go to the restroom.”

“Yeah, I’ll see you at the dining room!” Sweetie shouted after him as the purple dragon sped off down the nearest hallway and opened the door to the singular restroom before sitting on the toilet and burying his face in his claws. It was hard to not feel the resentment burning away in his mind as he had a mare at his side playing “wife” while getting far more from somepony else’s wife. But the purple drake knew that even despite his very real excessively high dragon libido, breaking up with Sweetie Belle because she wasn’t putting out would make him look horrible to say the very least. And on top of that, he genuinely did enjoy the warm personality of his marefriend. At least with the Dragon Lands, the dragons happily took what they wanted with consent and were far more blunt with each other. But he was dealing with sensitive mushy ponies and their sensitive mushy feelings, something that never really felt like a problem to him until he got into a relationship with Sweetie Belle. Then again, there was one mare that somehow embraced him 100%...and she was married.

“Fuck me sideways,” Spike groaned as he got off the toilet seat and stood up on all fours, taking a long deep breath as he reminded himself to be a standup drake for the party. His marefriend was not only present as a beloved teacher at the School of Friendship, but her older sister that Spike valued very highly was one of the hosts of the party. He needed to be the goldenhearted drake that everypony loved so much, not whatever perverted sex beast he’d started to become since Mrs. Cake had taken his virginity. Opening the restroom door and walking back towards the entrance far slower than he had bolted down the hallway, Spike froze in place with his jaw dropping at the mare that Twilight Sparkle was conversing with near the door. Beside the small packages of food was the older mare that had pulled it in…

Mrs. Cake.

“Thank you for the generous tip dear, you really didn’t need to do that…” Mrs. Cake brought a forehoof to her lips as she giggled exaggeratedly at the leader of Equestria, clearly trying to appear her best self in front of such an important mare of royalty instead of the naughty cheater that was just as greedy as a dragon. Maybe even moreso, and Spike felt his erection slap against his belly as he felt forbidden lust instead of disgust at the thought. He couldn’t help feeling his heart pounding as he licked his lips, especially since Mrs. Cake and Princess Twilight hadn’t even noticed his presence in the distance yet. Knowing that if Twilight saw him bricking it, the purple alicorn would immediately be suspicious, Spike took deep breaths and willed himself to become soft right as the two looked in his direction. Twilight beamed as she beckoned Spike over with a waving hoof, while Mrs. Cake fluttered her eyelashes and narrowed her eyes at him, as if she was fucking him with her mere gaze alone.

“Oh hi Mrs. Cake,” Spike sputtered, keeping his mind on a tight leash instead of letting it move forward with the memories of his past two times with Mrs. Cake in her own bakery. Taking a deep breath, Spike willed himself to smile wide as he stared very intently at the food she had brought. “I, uh, didn’t know you were catering for the party.”

“Pinkie insisted upon it, she missed our food ever since she came back from her honeymoon with Cheese Sandwich,” Mrs. Cake explained. “So I made sure to bring several of her favorite dishes, along with a lot of our popular ones too of course. I also didn’t know you were going to be at the party, but then again, I should’ve guessed that since your marefriend is here…”

Spike felt chills down his spine, about to question how the hot chubby temptress knew such an observation, when he had remembered that Sweetie Belle was a teacher at the School of Friendship with a pretty well known standing in the community. He was almost certain that Mrs. Cake was being honest when she said she didn’t know he was going to be there, though that was almost worse somehow. It was like fate was shoving the two towards each other, even when it was at the potential cost of his current relationship.

And on top of it all, the older MILF wore no makeup and certainly no perfume. She only bore the vaguely sweet bakery smell from her hard work, and she couldn’t have pulled in Spike more with that alone. The smell that reminded him of all her weapons of seduction was like that of a siren’s call, pulling him in until he was a draconic beast plapping the chubby mare into a drooling, screaming mess. Mrs. Cake snapped her gaze away from Spike, breaking him out of the entrancing spell that he was feeling beginning to take hold, turning to look at Twilight as she gestured to the cart of food with a gentle smile.

“I better unload everything at the table, I’m sure the guests are starving,” Mrs. Cake nodded.

“I’ll help,” Spike quickly added before he could think twice about his offer. “It would be hard pulling all that anymore than you already did, plus my claws and tail make the trip a lot quicker.”

“That’s right, you do have very useful claws,” Mrs. Cake bit her lip, blatantly blushing while Twilight had turned away and was walking towards the dining room. With the purple alicorn still in hearing distance, Spike felt his neurons catch fire at the near blown cover as he scowled and used his claws to show the older mare a “zip-it” gesture over his own muzzle. Pouting in turn, Mrs. Cake continued. “What? It’s true.”

“You’ve got to be smart enough to have some sense of decency at a party this big, especially with my marefriend here,” Spike sighed, shaking his head.

“You’re right, I’m not dumb,” Mrs. Cake shrugged with a roll of her eyes as Twilight disappeared well out of sight. The chubby blue mare looked over her shoulder, seeing that nopony else was going to come in, before looking to the big drake stud before her. “I know exactly what I’m doing, and if you’ve got a problem with it, I’ll be more than happy to leave and come up with an excuse for Twilight. Let you have your cute puppy dog date with Sweetie Belle, you two can make goo-goo eyes and get absolutely nowhere as always. That’s what you want, right?”

Spike clammed up, finding it far harder to say yes than he had initially expected. The way Mrs. Cake had put it, was generous. The big purple dragon was lucky to even get that far with his marefriend, with her usually taking off to her friends, students, or sister given how busy her life normally was. Snorting smoke out of his nostrils, Spike’s shoulders slouched as he gestured to the direction that Twilight left.

“Go ahead, you’re welcome to enjoy the party same as everyone else,” Spike relented, walking past her and standing on his hindlegs as he pressed his claws against the handle of the cart full of food, pushing it forward as he made his way to the party where the Elements of Harmony and Sweetie Belle were at. With nobody in the hallways, Mrs. Cake threw herself against Spike’s scent, draping her lovely bakery scent over him and flooding his nostrils with the divine and nostalgic smell as they made their way to the party. Even though Spike knew she’d remove herself from him when they got in view of the others, there was still the thrill of being caught with an older mare so affectionately against him in such a big castle where anything was possible. Any chance of regretting his decision to welcome Mrs. Cake’s advances at such a big event were gone, with the drake feeling bigger than life at being so wanted. Even if she teased him the whole time with no outcome, Spike was just happy to have a mare wanting him for more than a hug and kiss.

“So, how has it been going with Sweetie Belle?” Mrs. Cake looked up at the big drake. “Surely you two have taken it to the next level, perhaps started to have long makeout sessions on the couch? Maybe she’s given you a magicjob with her horn? I’ve heard there’s a lot of good spells that can drive a stallion wild…”

“No and no,” Spike admitted. “She’s been working long hours after classes because all of them were working hard to get ready for the graduation. Her and all of the other teachers and staff, and I could tell she’s really putting her heart and soul into this. So I’m proud of her.”

“Sure, I love to do the same with my food,” Mrs. Cake understood. “But with such a big heart and soul, surely there’s a bit more she could pour into you? Or accept from you?”

“Well, we’ve had this talk already,” Spike reiterated. “And I’m not really going to push her on it.”

“Just seems like she’s wasting your time,” Mrs. Cake pointed out, moving herself off of Spike’s side as she trotted ahead of him, moving her tail and flashing her goods for him to blatantly ogle. Dark blue ponut, and pussy lips right beneath, her backside was a feast for the senses. He felt like he could practically taste those juices like he did before, and he moved from the cart as he lumbered forward towards the MILF. Feeling a perverse thrill with the chubby blue mare’s last words echoing in his mind, Spike lunged forward and brought his tongue up from the shuddering MILF’s pussy lips to her ponut. Once he had a taste, he felt like a shark tasting a drop of blood as he brought his purple claws to her cutie marks and dived in, penetrating her pussy with his muzzle as his eyes rolled to the back of his head with the immersive experience. Mrs. Cake could’ve guessed that he would’ve held out as best he could, but she didn’t realize that he would cave in this quickly! Clapping a forehoof over her lips, barely stifling her moan of surprise, Mrs. Cake savored the sensation of part of Spike’s muzzle being inside of her as his long tongue lashed aggressively at her g-spot. Almost as if he was trying to teach her a lesson, Mrs. Cake speculated with delight. She rocked her hips back and forth into Spike’s carnal attack, trying to hold off as she hoped to move off of him before she came. But Spike’s pleasure was far faster, bringing the chubby MILF’s hindlegs trembling as she came a generous several squirts all over the drake’s muzzle and face. Muffled whines barely left her body, her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she was heavily blushing from the level of welcomed hot red shame coursing to her face from being so eagerly taken by her pet a good walk away from the party.

“Ooooh, fuck that was so hot,” Mrs. Cake nearly begged, almost getting her head down and ass up for the big purple drake to assume round 2. Though with her being the experienced MILF teasing him, Mrs. Cake didn’t want to seem too desperate as she stood back up. “Alright Spike, you win. I’ll leave you alone…for an hour.”

“Thanks,” Spike whispered as he began to walk away licking off the cum from his own face, and just when Mrs. Cake thought that he might’ve been annoyed at her antics, she saw his fully erect draconic bitchbreaker slapping against his belly and chest. The chubby married mare decided to indeed hold up her promise, especially since she did want to catch up with everyone, but she would also be spending time calculating her next move. Getting Spike less focused on Sweetie Belle and more addicted to her sensual seduction…

Spike and Mrs. Cake brought the cart to the dining table, with the two and the six hosts working together to set up all the food at the table. With everything set up, the graduation class, teachers, and everyone else intermingled as they talked about anything and everything. Much to Spike’s speedy recovery from his dragon instincts, Mrs. Cake took a seat at the opposite side of the table as she conversed with the Headmare and her staff respectively. Sweetie Belle sat next to him, with her sister on her other side, as Spike filled them in on the royal yet menial tasks of Canterlot and the side-gig of taking care of the twins from time to time. Rarity leaned forward, beaming from ear to ear as she looked Spike in the eyes.

“I’ve recently taken up an apprentice, possibly two,” Rarity giggled. “Yona has been wanting to work into fashion, to create variations of my outfits that are more fitting for yaks and other creatures that have moved into Ponyville.”

“And the other?” Spike asked.

“Possibly Sandbar, I thought he was just there for Yona, but he’s been talking about stallion fashion and creating sea-themed attire,” Rarity winked as she continued. “Guess you could say he’s really coming out of his shell.”

Spike laughed, feeling tension over the whole situation leaving his body, especially as Sweetie Belle leaned just right against his shoulder. With her silky fur against his scales, Spike longed for a little more than nothing, but shunned the debaucherous thoughts as he rested a claw on Sweetie Belle’s shoulder for a few seconds before he saw Mrs. Cake sat next to him out of the corner of his eye. He knew that as long as he was touching Sweetie Belle, Mrs. Cake would not act. The older mare knew better than to inadvertently get his marefriend physically involved in the act itself without her knowledge. After a few minutes of Sweetie Belle explaining how Yona and Sandbar were learning everything just fine, Rarity got up to join the other Elements while a graduated student took the older unicorn’s place. Sweetie Belle moved off of Spike, leaning closer to the student with a bounce of her fat white flanks as Mrs. Cake pressed her forehoof against Spike’s shoulder and gestured to the student his marefriend was talking to.

“Look, she’s even bouncing her ass cheeks for him, whether she realizes it or not,” Mrs. Cake whispered, smirking widely as she continued. “A nice strong pony lad, probably with a length that is half as big as yours and comfortable enough for her. Don’t you think that’s crossed her mind a few times?”

Spike’s jaw dropped as he looked to the stallion that Sweetie Belle was talking to, though he was looking out of the corner of his eye and no longer than two seconds at a time so as to not get their attention. The stallion was a good head taller than Sweetie Belle, had well defined muscles that made him easily pass as a buckball player or a player of some other sport, and stared down at her intently with every word. This wasn’t just a stallion that was listening to his teacher’s praises, Spike thought to himself.

As Spike was staring ahead and away from his marefriend, his eyes narrowed as he was quietly seething, Mrs. Cake was licking her lips as she proceeded to extend her forehoof and move it up and down his length as it grew harder in quicker time than ever before. Provoking him, especially when he knew damn well what poisonous thoughts she was spilling into his already troubled brain, seemed to be the perfect concoction to bringing out his Dragon Greed. The carnal flash from being a decent citizen from making his choice to cave into the need to claim and conquer, and Mrs. Cake was the only mare to bother exploring that side of him. And as long as that was the case, the chubby blue mare was going to take advantage of that every single time that he allowed her too. Speeding up her hoofjob, Spike’s gaze snapped down at the table and what she was doing to him a very short distance away from his own marefriend.

“That’s right, my lovely Spike,” Mrs. Cake whispered as she got Spike to look directly at her. “Embrace your feelings, you know you’ve felt put out by her, and she has to know what she’s been doing. At least enough to be blissfully okay with it, but you can’t control the mare. You can only control yourself, so tell me, what are you going to do?”

Spike remained still, the only moving part of his body being that extending pillar that was about to bump against the table at any moment. Just when Mrs. Cake planned on stopping and leaving him alone, Spike’s face snapped back to life as he heard Pinkie begin to very loudly play music that nearly deafened the rest of the sound in the room. Noticing the long tablecloth that also extended well past the table and to the floor, the two observations in tandem gave Spike a very dirty idea as he pointed a claw to the tablecloth and looked back at Mrs. Cake.

“I’ll make sure no one sees you go under, but you have to be quick,” Spike grunted, and like a mare on prom night, Mrs. Cake’s eyes lit up with insatiable hunger as she dove past the tablecloth and under the table. She moved quicker than Rainbow Dash somehow, and as Spike looked at the party of all adults around him, the big purple drake could tell that no one was even looking in their direction, clearly unaware. He couldn’t know if Mrs. Cake was going to go the easy route of blowing him off or the far riskier gamble of getting knotted underneath the table, but Spike was ready to experience whichever one as he placed his claws firmly against the table and kept an eye on his surroundings.

Sure enough, after a few moments of feeling the older mare moving around under the table, Spike’s eyes briefly widened as he felt the familiar hot and tight depths of the MILF’s fertile depths. He was pretty sure that the older mare was on a birth control of some kind, but with the blue mare intentionally leaving the answer ambiguous, Spike felt himself twitching inside her as inch after inch of his cock entered her depths. He wouldn’t be able to do much without giving himself away, but that left Mrs. Cake to take control as he secretly loved more than anything else. Feeling Mrs. Cake slapping her fat ass against his thighs underneath the tablecloth, Spike savored the feeling for a few minutes before he felt a different type of way.

He enjoyed Mrs. Cake doing a reverse doggy style on his cock, his length inevitably slickened with those juices as the married mare was quietly moaning and cumming around his dick every minute, but still watching Sweetie Belle talk to the stallion made the normally kind drake want to take a far more spiteful role. Tapping Mrs. Cake cutie mark several times, Mrs. Cake took the hint and unsheathed herself from Spike’s dick and slipped out from the other side of the table when Pinkie looked at the older blue mare slipping out past the tablecloth.

“Why were you under the table???” Pinkie placed a forehoof against her lips, of course it was her that would notice. Spike felt an exhale from his chest as the blue mare somehow presented a fork on her forehoof.

“Dropped my fork,” Mrs. Cake blushed.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, that makes sense!” Pinkie nodded with a big smile, turning around and bouncing to wherever her Pinkie Sense brought her. Mrs. Cake walked around the table back to Spike, sitting down and laughing softly.

“Yeah, that wasn’t the best idea,” Mrs. Cake admitted. “Especially if someone wanted you to move when we were knotted. What did you have in mind?”

“Let’s go to one of the farther hallways, I’ll leave first,” Spike decided, getting up and finding a hallway far enough from the noise and hearing distance of the party. After a few minutes, Mrs. Cake showed up and smirked as the drake continued. “I deserve to properly enjoy myself in a way she isn’t giving me, get back in that position you nearly got in earlier. Don’t pretend I didn’t notice.”

Mrs. Cake’s jaw dropped, and she wanted to correct her young buck that she should be the one giving orders. But with the anticipation of getting railed out in the same building as Spike’s marefriend, Mrs. Cake got down with her head pressed against the ground with her forelegs as she had her fat ass high up in the air. Jiggling it and creating a hypnotic motion with her cupcake cutie marks, Mrs. Cake didn’t have to wait for long as she felt Spike’s claws over them as he slid back into her hot depths, the both of them releasing mutual moans from the return of each other. Both Mrs. Cake releasing a long feminine and self-admittedly whorish moan at her welcome degradation, and Spike’s deeper moan at savoring superior MILF cunt while his marefriend was none the wiser. They both could have very well been making it up, just imagining that Sweetie Belle was turned on by the stallion before her, but Spike didn’t really care. She was neglecting him either way knowingly, and that was enough to finally give up any inkling of guilt as he submitted to his debaucherous dragon needs.

Snarling loud, Spike pulled out of Mrs. Cake’s sopping wet pussy almost entirely before slamming himself back in, only his knot remaining outside of the chubby blue mare for the time being. Mrs. Cake howled, before her following sounds of delight were slightly quieter in case that she was being too loud. Though with the loud music in the distance, the two couldn’t see themselves being caught unless some of the partygoers decided to wander the hallways. Spike imagined much to his perverted delight, Sweetie Belle catching them in the act and bolting off as she would realize what she’d pushed Spike to do. He’d happily impregnate Mrs. Cake over and over again if the sinful plump sex-addict would let him, though that was a longshot given their current predicaments. Instead, Spike settled for brutally jackhammering his thick draconic bitchbreaker in and out Mrs. Cake’s depths as they got more used to the shape of Spike’s cock. She was becoming more and more made for Spike to take her whenever and wherever, regardless of if the blue mare was in charge or not. Mrs. Cake didn’t care at the moment, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as her tongue was lolling out of her mouth, her fat blue cheeks rippling profoundly as Spike’s thighs smacked into them with lightning force. The PLAP PLAP PLAP would’ve been impossible to get away with were it not for Pinkie’s perfectly timed music.

“Fuck yes, please take me and ruin me with that dragon cock oh fuck yes fuck more!” Mrs. Cake nearly brayed at the end as she had begun to meet Spike’s thrusts with her own, her bluish mare juices spraying with another orgasm that she lost count for. Being so wanted to be railed over a young mare had brought Mrs. Cake into carnal nirvana, her body warm with delight and fulfillment as she moaned long and hard, savoring her sluttiness all the more as she looked over her shoulder with a heavy blush and drool spilling down her mouth. “Breed me!”

Spike blew smoke out of his nostrils as he snarled, gripping Mrs. Cake’s cutie marks tightly as he surged forward and hilted himself into the blue mare, properly knotting her and cumming inside of her as he stared at the hallway from where they left the party. That was the end of that, of feeling like he needed to defend Sweetie Belle anymore. Instead, Spike wanted to claim Mrs. Cake in more places since they already had ticked off the boxes for many different positions. There was so much more to do with her, and Spike only felt his heart racing with the excitement of a young stud as Mrs. Cake giggled.

“Perhaps we should finish the knotting in the restroom?” Mrs. Cake suggested.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea,” Spike agreed, moving his claws from Mrs. Cake’s cutie marks to her sides as he lifted her up into the air while still being inside her. With her cumbloated belly, it took a little more effort than expected, but the two hung out in the restroom for a while till he was able to pull out. Then, one at a time, the drake and MILF returned to the party, everyone perfectly unaware of the infidelity that happened during said party…

Backdoor Banging in the Baggage Cart
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Backdoor Banging in the Baggage Cart

Author's Note

Contains hints of romance, stealth exhibitionism in a train, getting caught, scaring off said witness, draconic possessiveness, anal, popping the ponut cherry, lube/fingering, roaring during orgasm, and a spicy ending!

New chapter is finally out, expect another next week!!

Backdoor Banging in the Baggage Cart

The loud chitter of the various adult students from the School of Friendship filled the train car as they were bright-eyed and talking over each other in anticipation for the field trip to Gallop Canyon. Sitting next to each other and doing their damndest best not to stare at each other too long, or let their debaucherous fantasies of their past endeavors get the best of them, was the young stud Spike the dragon and the co-owner of the Sugarcube Corner: Mrs. Cake. Despite neither of them being teachers that would be relevant for this summer field trip between school semesters, it seemed as though fate ensured that against all odds, the two adulterous lovers would get prolonged time alone for the first time.

Sweetie Belle, the teacher that should’ve been there, had fallen sick with a fever alongside with the other two Cutie Mark Crusaders since they spent so much time together and could easily catch it. Spike was too busy either foalsitting the twins or fucking Mrs. Cake’s brains out, which somehow got him lucky enough to not get sick. Sweetie Belle had asked him through the other side of the door of her sister’s boutique if he could play substitute for one of them, and if he could ask around anypony trustworthy to go along with him. To prevent suspicion, Spike decided to ask both Mrs. Cake and her dumb husband if they wanted to go as chaperones. Before Mrs. Cake could open her mouth to try and persuade her husband to watch the twins while she went, Mr. Cake eagerly volunteered her and insisted on holding down the fort. Whether he was bored with her, annoyed with her, or just didn’t want to go on a trip, Mr. Cake’s quick response boiled Spike’s draconic blood. At least Sweetie Belle had a real excuse not to be with Spike, but Mr. Cake was just quick to get his beautiful wife out of his mane and do his own thing.

Beautiful, Spike’s nostrils puffed out a little smoke before he could stop himself. Though he could barely get any time in with the lovely Mrs. Cake due to their current relationships and responsibilities, Spike found his once purely depraved and nasty thoughts of cheating with Mrs. Cake to be shifting onto a form of comfortability and even downright ownership. Mrs. Cake, the chubby older mare with a fat cupcake-flanked ass resting on the seats, became somewhat of an expectation for Spike’s increasingly primal brain. Like it was commonplace that this sweet and older mare would always be his to play with, fuck, and tease even if she was the one training him. Not only that, but more times would pass where Spike would simply just enjoy the older mare’s company and her extraordinarily sweet personality. He would catch his heart sometimes reacting to her before his loins did, and somehow the purple drake found that terrifying. And this was all before he was magically whisked away on a train with a bunch of students and teachers to another destination free of their partners, and now Spike knew this would be a test to his self-control. Not of his dick, because he knew one way or another, the seductive Mrs. Cake would ensure that he would be milked dry. But of not confessing of falling and catching feelings, because how could Mrs. Cake leave her husband and family when she had a business with Mr. Cake as well? That whole situation seemed set in stone, no matter how dumb or undeserving Mr. Cake was, so Spike tried to swallow those feelings down.

“Good thing Apple Bloom and Scootaloo got that fever too, huh?”

“What?” Spike looked down at Mrs. Cake out of the corner of his eye, seeing Silverstream and Ocellus, the other teachers on the trip, entertaining the students with stories of Hippogriffia and the Hive respectively. Their stories thankfully diverted the class’ attention from Mrs. Cake barely whispering at her dragon pet.

“You know, because if they did come along, we would’ve definitely been caught at some point even if they didn’t see us fucking,” Mrs. Cake explained, and Spike felt an uncomfortable cold jolt rush and leave his body as he briefly scratched his neck with one claw. Mrs. Cake definitely had a valid point, especially considering that the three adult mares had grown up through thick and thin, and could read each other like a book as well as watch their friends and partners like hawks. Even if Sweetie Belle hadn’t asked, Apple Bloom and Scootaloo definitely would’ve spied on Spike’s every movement and look the blue mare’s way like Cutie Mark Detectives, and Spike let out a deep exhale from his dragon muzzle that he didn’t even realize that he was holding in. Mrs. Cake giggled as she patted the tall purple drake’s shoulder with a gentle forehoof.

“Don’t worry Spike, I wouldn’t let your life get ruined like that,” Mrs. Cake reassured him, shaking her head with a small smile. “If anything, I would’ve just not gone on the trip to make sure your reputation wasn’t ruined. I know you could very well be caught for this between us, but I don’t want to blatantly out you by parading around my big blue butt to your face.”

“Really? Thanks,” Spike’s heart flashed a little with that growing warmth that would show up no matter what he tried to do, but seeing Mrs. Cake care so much for his well-being was doing stuff to his mind as it was further shattering his good faith in his marefriend, Sweetie Belle. The white unicorn mare would talk to him, hug him, and even ask how his day was. But she wasn’t as attentive as the baker MILF, not by a long mile. She certainly wouldn’t have bothered to make sure all his needs were met, hanging out with her best buds was usually what she’d do everytime. Feeling an unpleasant twist in his brain from the unwanted image, Spike groaned as he placed a claw over his face. “Urgh.”

“What’s wrong, Spike?” Mrs. Cake asked.

“Just thinking about Sweetie Belle, no, not like that,” Spike huffed, as he rolled his eyes. “She’d get all pissy that she was cheated on, not concerned that any lack of intimacy would be getting to me. She knows I’m a dragon, how could she do this to me? Not the fever, just…”

“Everything else,” Mrs. Cake frowned, nodding her head as her eyes shifted from her normal half-lidded bedroom gaze to gentle care for the drake that was suffering from his trapped helplessness. Similar to Spike, the blue-furred MILF really had grown to care about Spike for not just his youthful stud capabilities, but how considerate and thoughtful he was about her and her family. Minus her limp-dicked husband, of course. Despite her initial interest in keeping together the nuclear family in spite of the setup being inherently at the expense of all her needs, Mrs. Cake felt her once unconditional sweet nature shifting to something more profound and authentic to who she was. No longer was she working endlessly to meet the needs of her family and community, only to get pitiful scraps in return. Now she engaged in more of self-care, whether it was politely asking Pinkie and Sugar Belle to take on more shifts for her, taking long baths, or indulging in her adulterous time with Spike, Mrs. Cake felt her sweetness was reborn and took on a completely new meaning. A lot of that feeling shifted over to Spike now, as he was the only one she’d ever met that actually saw her for how she was and brought great care and sympathy to her struggles, beyond just relating to it. Each time Spike helped, Mrs. Cake just wanted to do the same back.

“Why don’t you tell me about some of the times you were happy before you met Sweetie Belle?” Mrs. Cake asked. “I certainly already know the happy times you’ve had with me, but did you have some great memories beyond your…hatchlinghood, is it called?”

“Yeah, that sounds about right,” Spike nodded, bringing a claw to his muzzle as he continued. “Well, I became an adult during the beginning years of being with Twilight in Canterlot. And with the royal guard and various staff, they ensured both of us had a lot of relaxation off from overseeing Equestrian affairs. Me and her would get to go to the donut shop a lot, and I would obviously bring a lot of gems to put on them. And we’d order half a dozen, sometimes she would have two of them. But we both knew I would eat most of the box.”

“That does sound like a lovely memory,” Mrs. Cake grinned, and Spike’s innocent thoughts about eating donuts shifted to a different fantasy entirely. Speaking of the round puffy sweets, Spike had caught glimpses of Mrs. Cake’s similarly looking dark blue ponut many times when they were either about to fuck or just passing by her. He had ogled his marefriend’s pale gray ponut at times, of course, but Sweetie Belle had joked or downright scoffed at the idea because it would hurt for her. Nevermind the magical lubricant spells or stretching spells that would significantly decrease any discomfort, something Spike knew from studying unicorn sex ed books early on in the relationship. He never brought them up though, especially since he guessed that he’d get a loud scolding from Sweetie Belle if he’d so much as said anything. And since she was a unicorn, Spike knew that she knew already. And it was too much of a gut punch to acknowledge that heavy stone sitting at the bottom of his wounded heart.

“Um,” Spike gulped, glancing at the students next to him and the ones next to Mrs. Cake, seeing them deeply immersed in their own conversations enough to put the purple drake at ease as he spoke up. “Mrs. Cake, is it okay if I uh, ask you something personal about your sex life with your husband?”

“There isn’t much to describe, dear,” Mrs. Cake laughed dryly, the pain of it but a mere twinge in her chest as she shook her head and looked back up at Spike. “But please, go ahead.”

“Have you ever…um…” Spike blushed, feeling sheepish despite the dominance that Mrs. Cake was instilling in him time after time. Perhaps once he got it out there what he was asking for, everything else would fall into place seamlessly. “Have you ever taken it up the ass?”

“Oh!” Mrs. Cake blushed at the graphic question, though she wasn’t the least bit surprised as she smiled. “No, we were the kind of young couple to have sex to have our own family. Don’t get me wrong, we did have chemistry like you wouldn’t believe before I got pregnant, but I didn’t realize how committed Carrot was to no longer prioritizing that after the deed was done. Certainly wouldn’t have crossed either of our minds to bother with the backdoor if my ponut had no use in the equation.”

“Do you think it would…hurt too much?” Spike pried, his reptile heart racing with the hope that he wasn’t pushing Mrs. Cake past what she was okay with. Mrs. Cake opened her mouth, but no words came out as her eyes widened and her ears flickered with realization. She had packed a number of stuff in the hoofbag that rested between the chubby blue MILF and the tall lumbering drake, and through luck, she had packed a strongly effective lubricant despite doubting that she wouldn’t have needed it. Excitement rushed throughout her body as she desperately willed her tail to stay still as she grinned.

“Hmm, I might have something very useful in my hoofbag,” Mrs. Cake narrowed her eyes at the purple drake, before getting up out of her seat and looking to the other teachers as she threw her hoofbag over her shoulders. “Excuse me, ladies. I’m going to get myself a nice hot cup of coffee, hold down the fort for me?”

“Of course, Mrs. Cake,” Ocellus grinned, with Silverstream nodding eagerly before returning to the stories they were telling their students. Mrs. Cake glanced at Spike, but for a brief moment as she winked at him with unspoken directions that the purple drake barely registered before Mrs. Cake hummed and walked out of the cart into the next one. Spike felt his scales go alight with nervousness, wondering what different excuse he was going to have to come up with to convince everyone that he wasn’t going to the same spot as Mrs. Cake. Though, why would they even suspect anything? Even if they had little faith in him for his dragon biology, they all “knew” Mrs. Cake to be a standup pillar of her community, never doing anything wrong and especially not to her family!

Spike scoffed at those assumptions, as he twiddled his dragon claws for a few more minutes before he dramatically stretched out his limbs and gave a sharp-toothed yawn.

“Whoo!” Spike lacked subtlety, the young adult drake knew this, though perhaps he was starting to care less about being caught with each day that passed. Looking to Silverstream and Ocellus, Spike lumbered off his seat and gestured at the door with his long dragon muzzle. “I’m going to use the restroom, I didn’t realize all that food I ate would uh…run right through me. It might be a while.”

“You’re okay!” Silverstream laughed amongst the students making exaggerated faces with their puffed up cheeks and hooves and claws over their mouths. “Just don’t die in there!”

“I won’t,” Spike nodded, turning around and exiting the cart as he had walked through different carts. There was the cafe, the one that Mrs. Cake claimed she would be at even though they both knew she was going somewhere else entirely. He had looked through the bathrooms, though they seemed to be far too small and cramped for both of them to reasonably fit in one. A lot of the carts were crowded, so Spike had no idea which cart Mrs. Cake could’ve possibly picked.

Then, Spike had entered the very last cart of the train: the baggage cart. It had slightly warmer air conditioning than the ones designated for the passengers, and it was filled nearly to the brim with suitcases, bags, and boxes. He could even see various ones meant for the School of Friendship thanks to the clear labels. Then, as he surveyed the rest of the room, he saw a familiar big fat blue dumptruck with a long crimson tail and cupcake cutie marks high up in the air with the rest of the mare’s body hidden behind the baggage. So long as they kept from accidentally destroying the school’s items, the baggage cart was the perfect secluded spot for the both of them. Thanks to their respective excuses, they didn’t have to make it a ruinously short quickie, though they didn’t exactly have all day to get this done either.

Spike lumbered over past the various forms of luggage on all four legs, getting a big grin from Mrs. Cake as she hummed a tune and wiggled the powerful ponut lubricant bottle on one forehoof in front of Spike’s eyes. Spike snorted as he swiftly took the bottle into his claw, feeling less need for formalities, let alone a prolonged buildup to enjoy himself. He squeezed a glop of the glittery lube on one of his claws before pressing them against Mrs. Cake’s dark blue ponut, getting a nod from the blue-furred MILF before Spike grunted and slid three digits in at once with the liquid more than helping to make the sensation feel comfortable. Mrs. Cake gave a shaky moan, almost as if she was getting a prolonged massage, as she shuddered with a wobbly smile from Spike working his magic. He wasn’t even inside her backdoor yet, and Spike was amazed with how tight it felt in comparison to Mrs. Cake’s vaginal walls. Sharp draconic hunger rushed throughout his body, hot flashes in his nostrils to a tingling sensation in his claws, as the warm spark that he felt on and off was fading into the feeling that he was used to. The one that he was more comfortable embracing, as he used his free claw to yank Mrs. Cake’s crimson tail upwards and piston those three purple digits in and out of his mate’s blue plot. Mrs. Cake bit her lip, though a loud moan escaped anyways, as she could barely contain herself. Her normally blue cheeks grew a darker red as she blushed heavily, unable to hold back as she practically brayed with her lustful sounds echoing in the dark baggage cart. Though at this point, Mrs. Cake’s dark blue ponut was being practically fisted by Spike’s dragon fist until he finally determined that he needed to try her out.

Pulling out his lubricated fist and opening his claw, Spike huffed as he slapped Mrs. Cake’s ass and got a sharp eep out of her before he let go of her tail and placed both of his open claws over the blue mare’s cutie marks. He pressed his purple pounder against her, the tip ready to ravage that sensitive backdoor of hers and feeling a sense of elatement from very well being the first one to pop her ponut cherry. Still, Spike looked down at Mrs. Cake expectedly as he tried his damndest to consider her still while holding back his dominant dragon instincts. They were simply leagues more intense than when she had first taken his virginity, to the point of where he had spent plenty of times fantasizing about opening the window to Mrs. Cake’s bedroom and taking her in her bed. Or fucking in the kitchen when everypony else that was working for her was on break, maybe even with her lame husband being out at the counter while they tried to not get caught. Mrs. Cake could let out a really loud noise or two, to risk it and not really give a fuck if Mr. Cake caught them or not. Spike felt lots of smoke spilling out of his nostrils as he felt his vision getting blurry to his own lust, possibly passing out with how much arousal was coursing through his own body. Needing to speak, Spike looked at Mrs. Cake glancing over at him over her shoulder.

“Please, Mrs. Cake, I can’t take it anymore,” Spike whined. “But I need to k-know, that you can handle it. Because I don’t think I can promise to be gentle, not with how much my body is…reacting…”

Spike had fully expected to see Mrs. Cake’s eyes flash with concern, or for the blue MILF to back off from having sex with him entirely. But seeing Mrs. Cake’s deviously wide grin and fluttering eyelashes was the last reaction Spike would’ve guessed by a long mile, and following that with her gliding her glistening ponut up and down his length teasingly was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

“Lean into it, Spi-” Mrs. Cake’s command couldn’t even fully escape her mouth as she threw her head up towards the ceiling and brayed with the sudden thick intrusion of dragon dick entering her backdoor. She hadn’t even so much as played with toys when it came to her backdoor, so feeling the thick and powerful sensation of Spike’s length inside of her was devastating in all the right ways. The lubricant, paired with her own adulterous arousal, did wonders to change what could’ve been a painful experience into a magnificent one. Spike, as he had already expressed, didn’t bother for carefulness either. He had slid nearly his entire length inside Mrs. Cake’s ponut in one go, feeling the walls of her backdoor clamping down on him like a vice. The sensation was everything Spike wanted and more, savoring it for a few more moments as he saw sweat rolling down Mrs. Cake’s blue fur and heard her pant with the desperate need for more. He felt the same, as he pulled out almost his entire length and slammed back into her to hear those melodious deep moans from the older mare as he serviced her with more pleasure than her useless husband ever could.

“Yes, yes YES!” Mrs. Cake brayed, not particularly caring about how much noise she was making in the otherwise empty cart. She briefly worried that there would not only be pain, but there would be too much of it. But that lube she found last minute did absolute wonders for giving her profound pleasure while still enjoying the fucking with a sensation different from when he normally fucked her pussy. Spike plapped with thunderous echoes, caring less each time about the loud noises the less Mrs. Cake cared. If the blue mare didn't care for the possible train worker hearing in the neighboring cart, even with everything she had at stake, then Spike didn't either. His relationship could go down the drain for all he cared.

His eyes widened as he had processed that thought, of not giving a shit if Sweetie Belle was in his life or not. But then again, why was that thought surprising? She barely acted like a real friend to him, and treated him more like eye candy than an actual partner. Her presence in his life seemed expendable, unnecessary. But Mrs. Cake's tight MILF-y backdoor and breeding hole had changed who he was drastically, helping him shed his scales of demure doormat tendencies and actually embrace draconic instincts that made him feel alive and more himself than ever before. He could tell how aroused Mrs. Cake was, with each time his heavy and pent up dragon balls slapped against her sopping wet clit. With each affirmative shout, shudder, or sweat that escaped the beautiful blue mare beneath him, Spike almost didn't notice the worker entering the room and staring at the scene before him like he was staring at a ghost.

Spike couldn’t exactly make out his details to a T in the dimmer lighting of the baggage cart, but his figure didn't look that different from Mr. Cake. Floppy mane, wide blue eyes, shaking like a leaf, the stallion looked like he was trying to calm his nerves. Slowing down, the worker took a deep breath before speaking.

“You two cannot be in he-”

“Rrrrrrrrargh!” The primal and animalistic dragon snarl escaped Spike's mouth possessively before the big purple drake could stop himself, quickening his thrusts as Mrs. Cake didn't tell him to stop. Instead, the blue mare didn't even acknowledge that the worker was even in the room as her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her tongue moved further out of her mouth. He savored feeling her walls clinging to him, her refusal to let her pathetic sham of a marriage stop her from savoring Spike's superior dragon dick, and his ability to assert himself over the worker trying to stop him. Before all this, he wouldn't have even allowed himself to look outside of his own relationship to have his needs met, let alone do so unapologetically at the potential expense of two relationships.

As the worker shrieked like a mare and shut his mouth from saying anything more, Spike opened his muzzle again and bared his teeth. Even in the lack of light in the baggage cart, Spike’s bright choppers shone and put the interrupting stallion in his place. The stallion gasped and turned around, beelining it out of there like a bat out of Tartarus as Mrs. Cake moaned with one final feminine surge of excitement as she came. Marecum squirted on the floor as she felt Spike's knot hitting the rim of her ponut over and over again, causing the purple drake to snarl with his incoming release.

Then, with a shattering bellow that nearly caused Mrs. Cake to piss herself, Spike knotted the blue MILF's backdoor as he felt his thick draconic meat hilt the mare's ponut as he came hot buckets inside. Same as when Spike normally hilted her, Mrs. Cake felt her belly swelling with the level of cum entering her body. As she felt a surge of surprise from her furry blue stomach touching the floor, Mrs. Cake felt a dizzy cum-drunk state take over her brain that made her movements more sluggish. She was slower as she glanced over at Spike with thoughts drifting to her brain.

“Was that…more cum than normal, dear?” Mrs. Cake spoke up as she tilted her head at the realization, starting to blush heavier as she processed the past several minutes. The loser stallion walking in, Mrs. Cake cumming super hard as she imagined the stallion as her own husband as Spike spooked him off. She almost wanted it to happen for real, Mr. Cake getting to see how much he had truly lost his wife due to his own shitty negligence. Or even Sweetie Belle and her pathetic preppy attitude as she refused again and again to help Spike lovingly as a marefriend should.

“Yeah…I think so…” Spike grunted, feeling himself stuck as he realized that they would have to lay in the baggage cart for a while. They could only wait and hope that none of the trip attendants would look for them, let alone find them. At least the worker was threatened into staying quiet.

Spike laid on his side as he held Mrs. Cake against his scaly chest, the minutes feeling like hours as every little sound made him wonder if they'd finally get caught. Though his feelings shifted from concern, to annoyance, all the way to a deep warm smugness in his chest. This mare that was older, wiser, leagues sweeter, had given herself to him and he almost wished more ponies would walk in on them. After a couple more minutes, Spike's knot popped out of Mrs. Cake’s backdoor and the blue mare gasped as she laughed and got up on all fours.

“We're definitely going to get an earful from everybody, huh?” Mrs. Cake giggled. “How about you head back first, play up whatever excuse you made? The students definitely will eat that stuff up, they love stories.”

“Will do~!” Spike felt his voice raise an octave, almost impulsively lunging forward to kiss the blue mare on the cheek before he physically willed himself to walk away from her and lumber out of the baggage cart and into the employee cart. Turning to look behind the counter, he locked eyes with the stallion that had walked in on them. He clammed up and forcibly looked away, shaking still. No matter how depraved he got, how draconic, Spike wouldn't stoop so low as to force other ponies to see him fuck the blue nympho he was growing more addicted to.

Though knowing that the stallion knew what had happened between him and Mrs. Cake certainly made his day~

Getting off the train into the baking dessert that was exceptionally different from the cool and lively town of Ponyville, the four teachers and their several dozen students were given the sight of the tall hotel building that they were all staying at. With how long their respective stories were, the students were so humored and confused, that they had lost any suspicion of the two both being gone at the same time. Spike even came up with a lie to cover up his reason for releasing a loud bellow that everybody within a mile heard, claiming that he had stubbed his toe on a door that closed abruptly on his claw. Silverstream and Ocellus still seemed concerned about the sound, though they were both relieved to see that Spike was okay.

“And so me and Ocellus have a room together with two beds, and you and Mrs. Cake got a room as well,” Silverstream cheerfully explained as she led the group into the hotel lobby, with the demure blue changeling smiling as she glanced at Spike over her shoulder.

“I hope you two don’t mind that, we figured it wouldn’t be weird since you were invited by Spike,” Ocellus explained with a small blush.

“Mind? Of course not, Spike is a trustworthy guy,” Mrs. Cake reassured Ocellus. “Remember? I let him take care of my twins, alongside a lot of other reasons he’s proved to be kind and reliable. He would never take advantage of me, a married mare~”

“Okay? I didn’t mean it like that, just that sharing a room with a guy might be weird…” Ocellus blushed more with embarrassment at her own statement, completely oblivious to how excited Mrs. Cake was rubbing it in the changeling’s face that she’d get to share a room with Spike. No doubt there would be two beds, though Mrs. Cake knew damn well that they would only need one. Silverstream flew towards the receptionist, chatting her up as she explained they were the class from the School of Friendship in Ponyville. The receptionist was barely able to keep up with her, writing really fast on a notepad as Silverstream babbled. Ocellus slinked off to a group of her own students as she took her mind off her embarrassment, while Spike took to Mrs. Cake’s side.

“What was it that they said? You and I will share a room?” Spike grinned with his sharp drake chompers showing as he gently nudged Mrs. Cake’s shoulder. “Well, if we must…”

“You stop that,” Mrs. Cake laughed as they walked up to the counter, the receptionist blushing at the absurdly giant purple drake before giving him the keys to their shared hotel room. They had walked up several sets of stairs, already having the itinerary for tomorrow as the two had the rest of the day to spare to bring their adulterous desires to fruition. They could do anything and everything, while Mr. Cake and Sweetie Belle were none the wiser.

“Maybe I want him to take advantage of me~”

Those were the words that Mrs. Cake had said before she unlocked the door and the door rushed into the hotel room with complete urgency. Spike’s tail had slammed the door closed behind the both of them, as he lifted Mrs. Cake by the ass cheeks with his claws and carried her to the nearest bed. Throwing her on it, Mrs. Cake instinctively splayed her legs out as Spike got hard within mere moments of entering the room as he effortlessly slid his vicious bitchbreaker into Mrs. Cake’s folds, watching as her eyes crossed and she moaned exaggeratedly long and hungrily.

Spike’s teeth flashed as he exhaled smoke, this was going to be fun.

Love in the Club
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How to Train Your Dragon

Love in the Club

Author's Note

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

Love in the Club

“Mmmph, nnnng!”

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

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

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

“Shall we finish up here?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…And Mrs. Cake absolutely loved it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Screwing Like Newlyweds
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How to Train Your Dragon

Screwing Like Newlyweds

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.

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Spike's Birthday Gift

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…

Amorous Anniversary Abnormalities
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Amorous Anniversary Abnormalities

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?

Stealing Her Heart
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Stealing Her Heart

Author's Note

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

This story will be paused to work on other commissions for at least a few months.

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.”