Give me some sugar~
Spike smiled as he continued to drink cider with Thunderlane while Rainbow Dash was enjoying her milkshake. It was pretty lively in the atmosphere, as Sugarcube Corner was filled with patrons left and right. The World Cup had recently ended and most ponies were still suffering from soccer-fever....or football-fever depending on where you're from. Personally, Spike liked to call it 'footy', and was actually getting more and more into the sport. Especially since his growth spurt into adulthood, he's tall enough to handle himself in a competitive environment.
Thunderlane on the other hand was already a fan; loyal to Ziverpool, he was trying to convince Spike into becoming a Red's fan. Now while Spike wouldn't have an issue supporting a team that a friend of his admires, it was kinda annoying...
“I am so glad that they're playing in the Kingdom League again after qualifying for it last season. But I honestly cared more about actually winning the league,” Thunderlane remarked, leaning back and thinking about how his team finished runner's up.
“How many times are you going to tell me this, Thunder?” Spike asked while rolling his eyes. “I can respect the fact that you're a hardcore fan, but you're not doing a good job convincing me to join your 'brotherhood' if you won't let up,” he explained, as he then drank a soda.
Rainbow Dash laughed. “Well maybe you should support MY team! Yeah, we're pretty hardcore and always going through 'soccer-fever' 24/7, but LOYALTY is how we roll...even if we're not always successful.” Rainbow Dash picked a fry. “Besides, you would look good wearing one of our jerseys~” She grinned before winking and eating the fry.
Spike wasn't fully convinced; he looked at a few 'grooners' who were suddenly cursing and suddenly celebrating once their team scored an equalizer. “Well, I DO like the jersey,” Spike admitted with a nod, as he pushed his plate away. “But you ponies seem to get EASILY angered when things don't go your way...”
Rainbow Dash blushed out of embarrassment. “Yeah well, that's just how much our team means to us!”
Thunderlane laughed. “Dash, I play with a few ponies who like the same team, and they LOVE to complain,” he pointed out.
Dash glared at the black stallion. “And Ziverpools fans don't?”
Thunderlane returned the gesture as he responded, “Hey, at least you've qualified for the Kingdom League consistently! Kept praying to Celestia that they would at least have the playoff opportunity, and possibly another silverware-”
“Ok, maybe this sport isn't for me,” Spike remarked, sighing before he stood up. Both ponies looked at him.
“What?” both had asked.
“Yeah, I don't think that I can make that kind of commitment like you two,” Spike joked with a laugh. “You two can find another fan...”
Thunderlane and Rainbow Dash were naturally outraged, but Thunderlane spoke up. “Come on, my team has culture and a rich history within the sport!”
Rainbow Dash scoffed before laughing. “Oh really? And yet your team hasn't done anything in how long?”
Thunderlane sneered at her. “Even if we didn't win silverware for 10 years from this point, we would still have more trophies than you!”
“WHAT?”
“Yeah, have you even won a continental trophy? Because my team's got 11 of them!”
“The supercups don't count!”
Spike rolled his eyes as Rainbow Dash continued to argue with Thunderlane, just before he walked over to the counter for Mr. Cake to greet him. “A bit too much for you Spike?” he had asked.
The dragon nodded as he chuckled before answering, “Yeah, maybe I'll just not worry about footy until the World Cup comes around again.”
Mr. Cake nodded. “Nothing wrong with that; I am personally a Pon City fan, but I don't watch soccer often...especially with my wife.”
Spike looked at him curiously. “She's competitive?”
“She's a Pon United fan.”
Spike frowned; even Thunderlane and Rainbow Dash told him about the intense rivalries that existed. “How do you sit in the same dinner table?”
“Well it's NOT a major aspect with why we fell in love with one another; it's just luck that we just happen to support a particular team within a particular sport. That and any 'issues' we have, are settled in the bedroom,” Mr. Cake explained, smirking like a true stallion.
“Really...” Spike looked at him uneasy, knowing of how he and his wife loved to spice up their love life...like spying on a pony who works and lives in the same building!
Mr. Cake nodded with a wink. “So will that be all Spike?”
Spike looked at what was available, but nothing caught his eye as he paid for what he ordered beforehand. “I am good actually, so no thanks. Have a good day,” he answered with a nod, before heading out the door. However, Mr. Cake quickly stepped beside him to get his attention.
“Actually Spike, I need you to help me with something; pretty much a big favor really,” Mr. Cake explained.
Spike raised an eyebrow. “What kind of 'favor'...?”
“If you help me, you'll get free sapphire cupcakes for a month.”
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“I am going out Twilight!” Spike called out, as it was 10:00 PM and around the closing time of Sugarcube Corner. Because it was nearly fall, a cold chilling breeze was regular during this time in Ponyville. Thus, he wore a long sleeved shirt. Black jeans and basic sneakers kept everything below his waist warm, but his tail was naturally on its own. As for his wings, he decided to wear a jacket without holes.
“So do you want me to wait for you?” Twilight asked, writing a few notes on the table. “And Mr. Cake needs you to help him with something? What exactly is it?”
Spike nodded. “He offered me a deal that I couldn't refuse, and so I am doing him a favor that I promised not to mention to any other pony. Sorry Twilight,” Spike explained as he got his keys. “Don't wait up for me, good night!” With that, he waved goodbye and left the tree house.
It took Spike only 5 minutes to reach Sugarcube Corner. The cold night air caused his spikes to harden, as goosebumps rushed from the back of his neck to the tip of his tail. He sighed softly as a few lamp posts helped him find his way. He saw a few ponies walking about in the middle of the pathways, minding their own business. He saw a few ponies from Sugarcube Corner earlier today, who were drinking and singing in celebration for their team's victory.
As he walked towards the doorway, Spike took note of how none of the windows indicated that the lights were on inside. It looked as if the bakery closed an hour early and everypony went to sleep. Regardless, he knocked the door and waited for a few seconds.
“Ah Spike, thank you for coming.” Mr. Cake appeared after opening the door and welcomed him inside. While no lights were on, the moonlight poured from the windows and allowed them to see where they were going.
“No problem,” Spike assured as the door closed behind him. “So mind telling me more details on why you needed me to come tonight? All you kept telling me was that how desperate you were in needing 'help'...” It was true; Mr. Cake refused to tell him more unless he agreed to keep it a secret. And of course, that he would actually show up to help him as requested. Did he need one to guard something for the night?
Mr. Cake nodded as he gestured him to follow. “Well Spike, I REALLY appreciate you coming here to help me out. Especially since you're one of my favorite regulars,” the bakery owner said with a meaningful smile.
Spike actually felt touched, as he felt himself go slightly red. “Really? Well that's very kind of you to say-”
“So anyway, I need you to help my wife-”
“HOLD ON!” Spike held both hands up and gave Mr. Cake a serious expression. By this point they were in the kitchen where the lights were on. “You can't be seriously requesting what I THINK you're going to be requesting!”
Mr. Cake paused for a few moments. Awkward silence between the host and the guest was accompanied by solid expression. Finally, “Oh come now Spike; you don't think that we're THAT kind of a married couple-”
“Where is she?”
“Up stairs to the right.”
Spike rolled his eyes as he nodded and started to walk up the stairs before asking, “So what's the gimmick here?”
“It's a dark one.”
Spike frowned as he looked at Mr. Cake, who whispered to him over the details. “Wow, I did not realize that she was into THAT stuff,” Spike admitted.
Mr. Cake chuckled again. “Spike, you have NO idea.”
“Heheh...I suppose you're right...” Spike also chuckled before feeling uneasy as he reached the second floor. Well, at least I get free cupcakes, he thought. While there was nothing wrong with having sex, Spike had enough sexual experience to meet with his male desires to the point where random sex was simply strange to him. Especially if it was with the wife of a married pony. Not only that, he was always considerate and never aggressive in sex that would match this 'theme' that he was about to do.
It wasn't hard to find the bedroom that the Cakes slept in, as it was the only room in the direction that Spike had to take. As expected, the hallway lights were off despite Spike's expected arrival. Regardless, Spike sighed as he slowly opened the door...
Mrs. Cake smiled as she continued to read the 3rd tale of Raúl, the Lain stallion from Progentina who fights the forces of evil that try to oppress his people. A fan of the series, she had finally gotten the time to read at least 5 chapters in a single night. She wore a white night gown under the blanket, while wearing her typical reading glasses with a lamp beside her to improve sight. She was far from tired, as she was hoping to finish this book before the end of the week.
“...?”
Mrs. Cake looked upwards and frowned. “Spike?” She simply looked at the purple dragon who held up a hand as if to wave “hello”. His expression was neutral, small smile and pretty much how you would always see Spike.
“Mrs. Cake, I hope you're having a fine evening,” Spike answered, walking forward as his tail closed the door. Oh Celestia this is going to be WERID... he thought, struggling to keep a smile as he smoothly made his way towards the bed. Only the lamp on her nightstand brought light to the bedroom, allowing Spike to avoid any hidden objects in the dark.
“Um...I am?” Mrs. Cake answered, giving an unsure smile as he made his way to her side. “What um...what are you doing here...?” she then asked.
Spike's smile had widen as he got into his role even more. Ok, so like a victim who doesn't see it coming? You have quite a naughty side Mrs. Cake... Spike placed a knee on the bed.
Now things were getting interesting as Mrs. Cake raised an eyebrow. “What are you-” She was interrupted as Spike moved his tail along the fabric that shaped her hidden body. As it made it's way to her mare parts, she was obviously getting the hint that he wasn't here to say “hello”. “I-”
Spike interrupted her as he moved a claw against her mouth, while groping her breast with another. Her squirming and muffed cries had little effect as Spike was now leaning his entire body over her own. This was became increasing difficult; her book and glasses were tumbling between their bodies and causing annoying discomfort. However, they naturally fell off the bed as Mrs. Cake's efforts increased to the point where the bed was shaking. Spike only managed to stun her by lifting her chin upwards, exposing her neck and allowing his tongue to lick her bare flesh.
“HMF!” Her eyes snapped open as she shivered from his dry yet moist tongue. Her face grew a deep shade of red as she shuddered from the sensation.
“Good mare,” Spike said coldly, playing into character. It was funny because his blood boiling from role-playing was unexpected. Of course, he was always looking for new fetishes to arouse him and his taste. “You smell nice,” he added, before following with, “Now be a good bitch and do what I say.”
“MFF!” cried Mrs. Cake, as she felt his groping increasing with force. Her fists attempted to force him off her smaller body on his shoulders and chest, but her inferior strength had little effect on the big bad dragon. It only worsen as her strength deceased the more Spike groped her breast and rear. He was effective; digging his claw under her to enjoy her sweet cotton candy blue ass.
Mrs. Cake yelped- as best as she could- as she felt Spike groping her large rear. However, Spike took her by surprise by forcing his mouth against her own and violated her in such a matter. Now while this wasn't new to her with her husband playing with her in such a matter, Spike's claws were a different experience. That and his dragon tongue was nothing to underestimate. She tried to scream louder as Spike started to reposition her with her rear towards the ceiling. Her pillows were convenient in his favor as he was able to lift her gown with ease. Her white panties were available to the purple dragon, as Spike pulled them down with ease to expose her sealed blue flower.
“MFMFMFM!!!!!”
Spike forced her face against the mattress to shut her up. “Stop resisting; you're starting to get on my nerves,” Spike ordered, giving an icy tone into his words. It was funny considering that Spike was enjoying this a lot more than expected. Especially where he used both claws to grope her blue buns to spread her opening.
With a chance finally given to her, “AH!” she had gasped. Catching her breath, she quickly screamed, “STOP THAT!”
“No way,” Spike answered, keeping his eyes on her crotch as he continued to play with her rear.
“STOP TOUCHING ME!” she cried, squirming to get away as her voice cracked. “P-please,” she then said, growing weaker with the volume of her cries.
Spike hated to admit it, but he was actually getting off from this type of role-playing; feeling dominate, her breaking down to the point of convincing tears, and all against her will brought such excitement to Spike. Perhaps he could convince Rarity to role-play with him in such a matter...
“S-Spike, s-stop touching me- I am a MOTHER!” This time, Mrs. Cake was sobbing uncontrollably as Spike started to take in her scent with his snout. His cold moist nose brought chills down her spine, as she buried her face into another pillow in shame. However, her head suddenly jerked up in reaction to what Spike was doing: spanking her.
SMACK! Spike held her tail firmly with one claw, while the other made good work of her once blue rear. SMACK! The irritation grew in size, as the color red coated her rear within minutes.
“GH!” she cried, as he was really doing a hell of a job to her. “Oh...” she moaned weakly, as the sensation was really giving her a hell of an experience.
Spike's erection was showcasing a budge in his jeans, as his actions were really having an effect with his arousal. Thus, he decided to get to work by moving his fingers along her rear.
“...!” Mrs. Cake's eyes snapped open again as she felt his scaly claws slowly glazing across her flower. While closed, her body betrayed her to where a steady flow of her sweet nectar was pouring out without effort. She shuddered as two of his fingers did not spread her open, but rather rub against the surface.
Spike was pleased with the steady flow, but teasing her crotch wasn't enough to calm his desires; he lowered his snout against her rear, and trailed towards her tail.
C-cold! she yelped in her mind, as it took her by surprise again.
“You smell quite nice,” Spike remarked, slowly digging his snout into her tail before lowering to her anus, which naturally caused her to slightly jolt. “Hold still, before I get angry!” he growled, as he grasped her rear firmly with both claws. He felt her trembling as he slowly pressed his snout against her crotch. She smelled quite sweet, as if she slept in a bed made from cotton candy every single night. He did have a sweet tooth, so it was only fitting that he would begin to taste her flower with his dragon tongue. He had no trouble opening the entrance to where treasure laid hidden, as his tongue simply slid into her and caused her body to react properly. Delicious and plentiful, the invader continued to rob the victim's love juices.
“Oh...ah,” she moaned, as her body was tensing up slightly. While the purple rapist did not hold her down, the blue pony had difficulty lifting her upper body. Her fists clenched as she felt an invading tongue effectively touching her in ways that her husband could never do. His tongue...it carried so many nerves that could never be compared to a pony's. A sweet sensation occurred every ten seconds, increasing the rate of moans that escaped from her mouth. A few gasps and arches also came from her, as she struggled to think straight. Was she going to have an orgasm already?
Tasting her only lasted for a minute, before Spike sighed and lifted himself upwards. He then started to remove his jeans and boxers to free his raging hard-on. He was already leaking pre-cum as his erection throbbed lacking patience. He had given little effort positioning himself in the right position before entering her body. Now while she was a mother of twins, there was no disappointment moving into her soft tight flesh, as he felt a relief of pleasure rushing through him.
“Mmff...” she moaned weakly. Her face remained buried into her pillow, as if to forget that a big bad purple dragon was bucking her nice and hard. Of course, that did not prevent the jolts of pleasure that his penis sent throughout her body. The first few thrusts caused her to produce sounds of pleasure, even to the point where her head lifted with every thrust he made.
“Ahh...buck I didn't think you would feel THIS good Mrs. Cake; you're not only a good baker but a wonderful buck,” Spike praised.
“Ngh,” was her sudden response to what he said.
Spike grunted as he continued to move in and out of the blue milf under him. His body arched slightly as he blinked a few times to comprehend what he was experiencing. Feeling his orgasm nearing every minute, he slowed down the pace in order to last longer. It annoyed Spike that he could still cum prematurely despite having more and more experience with females.
“Buuuuuck,” Mrs. Cake gasped, moaning as Spike's penis was unique. Unlike a stallion's, the texture that rubbed against her insides simulated her most sensitive spots. In fact, some of the scales on his penis really gave attention to her G-Spot during each thrust. “Ohhhhhhhh.”
“Ngh,” Spike moaned, as he continued to thrust in and out of her wonderful body. Hell, he found this sexual encounter to be the most unique when comparing to the mane 6. Well, at least because Mrs. Cake was a lot older even for Spike's standards. Somepony, a lot more experienced than him, and he was raping her? It was all too special for Spike to fully grasp.
Oh buck he's so big, NGH~ was what came to the blue milf's mind. She really thought that having sex with a dragon was crazy to even think of, yet here she was getting ravaged! Her thoughts were soon interrupted as Spike pulled out of her and started to pull her body towards him. “What-” was what she reacted with, as she soon found herself on her back and fully exposed; Spike went as far as to rip her night gown instead of just pulling it off of her. All that was left was her bra.
“Oh no; we can't have this in the way,” Spike said, as he started to tug her white bra off with just a claw. As expected, he ripped the middle strap and exposed her large soft breasts.
“Ah,” was the softest of responses from her.
Spike slowly groped Mrs. Cake's large breasts, admiring how well they've aged. Now Spike was not entirely sure if they were larger than Pinkie's or Fluttershy's, but they were LARGE as he grasped them firmly. “Wow, so squishy,” Spike commented with a smirk.
“Ngh- Stop that!”
“No way.”
“You beast!”
Spike took that last remark as a compliment as he only squeezed harder. “You lack manners for the dragon who is giving you more of a buck than your husband ever did,” Spike said coolly, as he pinched her slightly, before releasing her breasts. “Let's try these.”
“What-” Mrs. Cake's eyes widened as Spike positioned his body over hers. He slowly moved his penis between her breasts, feeling intense heat rubbing against her soft flesh. She whimpered as Spike started to move back and forth, living a male's fantasy.
Spike took deep steady breaths as his dragonhood continued to slide between her breasts, enjoying the sensation. At this rate, he was going to cum for the first time tonight. While he would have simply paused for a few seconds to last longer, he was impatient from the arousal he was experiencing. So forget lasting longer when he was about to burst, he was just going to release on her pretty face. “Ready for- Ugh, some dragon seed?” he had asked.
“N-no!”
“Take it-!”
Mrs. Cake cried out as Spike was moving at a dangerous rate. And as expected, his release showed no mercy on her smooth blue face, impacting on her chin and pouring from her brow to her neck. All she could do was close her eyes and hear his dragon moans that sent chills down her body. The scent was TOO STRONG for her; she gasped as the smell impacted her like a punch in the face, forcing her to take of his semen into her mouth. “It-it's b-bitter-!”
Spike hanged his tongue as it was an amazing orgasm. Took him at least 3 shots before he could settle his nerves by stroking himself. His wings spread with pleasure, as his tail rolled up after a few seconds before the pleasure vanished entirely. “Hmmm...now for round 2,” the purple dragon remarked.
Mrs. Cake snapped her eyes opened (again) just in time to see Spike penetrating her (AGAIN) missionary-style. She arched her body with a small cry of pleasure, as Spike immediately began to move again without build up. He was still hard, raging with dragon hormones and it was impossible for him to go limp after just one orgasm. As Spike thrust into her, she felt a jolt of pleasure that caused her to cry out again while arching her body. His thrusts felt SOOO good, as she started to purposely lick what was left of his release off her lips. Spike also kept his claws beside her shoulders, positioning his face over hers and giving off a predator-like glare. It made her even more aroused.
Spike smiled as she seemed lost in all of this lust, showcasing an obvious sex face. Regardless, he took full advantage of the situation and continued to make her moan for him with good effective movement. If he didn't know any better, she was purposely tightening her pussy; it was taking more and more work from him in order to move his penis into her. While this wasn't troubling, he was able to take note of how she and her body was reacting.
“Oooooooh,” was what Mrs. Cake cooed after another minute. It was smoothing, as Mrs. Cake felt closer to an orgasm after Spike forced 3 out of her since the moment he started raping her. So big, and filling, his big dragon cock was perfect for her to be bucked senselessly. Even to the point where she purposely started to scoop his semen off of her and into her mouth. Delicious? In her mind it was.
The purple rapist started to feel a bit wearily after doing all of the work for the last 20 minutes. Thus, he decided to switch places with her so that she could move instead of him. As if there was a mutual agreement, he simply pulled out of her and moved a leg off the mattress.
Mrs. Cake moaned slightly as his big meaty cock moved out of her. It wasn't hard to tell that he wanted to change positions, as he moved off the bed entirely and walked around until he found himself at her husband's bedside. He took his place and laid down, waiting for her to get on his big piece of meat. Biting her lip, she slowly made her way towards his body and positioned herself over it. Without a second thought, she slowly lowered herself to perfectly take in his penis. She let out a small groan, just as her body continued to arch in pleasure.
“Egh,” Spike sighed softly. He watched as Mrs. Cake continued to move up and down on his dragon meat at a steady pace. She seemed to be enjoying herself, as Spike took full note of the drooling that was present from the corners of her mouth. Her eyes were closed, as if she was having the sweetest of dreams...being stuffed.
“Ah...ah....ah...” Her moans of pleasure grew louder with each passing minute, as Spike continued to watch her do all the work. Her hands were on his dragon chest for support, as her body slowly bounced up and down, creating love music in the room that they were in. She shuddered and gasped as yet another orgasm occurred from her body. “Hmmmmgh-!”
“I didn't tell you to stop; I haven't cummed yet,” Spike had said, giving a glare from his position.
“O-oh, s-sorry,” she said. Mrs. Cake opened her eyes for only a moment to acknowledge his words, before moving up and down again. Mrs. Cake could feel the tip of his member making contact with the opening of her womb, driving her nerves off the wall. Her moans converted into cries of pleasure, as she was unable to control herself with the way how she took in his big meaty cock. Again did his unique scales simulate her walls in every way that mattered the most. She felt scared wondering what kind of release dragons had and how it would effect a pony like her.
Spike would have liked for this session to have lasted longer, but he was pleased enough with the role-playing that there was no need to go on. “Oh buck, I am about to- Agh,” was what he said, as he shut his eyes tightly and felt his climax emerging. His claws clenched, as his wings and tail reacted accordingly to his release. “AH!”
Now what Mrs. Cake experienced was COMPLETELY DIFFERENT than what her husband has ever done. For starters, the impact of the release shot into her womb with so much pressure, that she had to pause and open her eyes to comprehend what had just occurred. A gasp soon followed, as her body then took note of how HOT his seed was, creating a burning sensation inside of her that sent a wave of pleasure throughout her body. It was so intense that no words or sound could express how she felt at that very moment. Even after the 4th shot, to which Spike lifted her off to leave her on her side, she kept the same expression with a few blinks. By the time she blinked for the 10th time, she looked to the side to see that Spike had a cum-drenched erection. Waiting by her cheek, she didn't need to be told what to do next.
“Hmmmgh.”
Mrs. Cake willingly started to suck Spike off to remove what was left inside of him. She had grown to admire the taste and texture of what was now inside of her. Spike was on his knees while she laid on her side with one hand on his waist, and the other one working on his dragon balls ever so gracefully. She was clearly getting too much into it, as she was sucking loudly as if it was her favorite treat in the whole world. Nothing but pure bliss, she moaned when air escaped through her flower and pumped out a few helpings of his seed.
Spike moaned again as he stroked her mane while he had a mini-orgasm in her mouth. She effectively sucked him dry, causing the purple dragon to purr in pleasure...
“Like that Pinkie...agh,” Mr. Cake moaned, as he felt his 3rd release occurring. He struggled to keep himself standing straight, as the pink mare below him was giving him an amazing experience.
“Mghfg!” (Okie dookie!)
“GH!” Mr. Cake gasped as Pinkie Pie sucked out his release without trouble. Peering through a small hole in her closet was difficult when there was barely any space for the 2 of them. However, he really didn't want to miss the show that was going on in his room. “Ahh...thank you Pinkie Pie,” Mr. Cake said with gratitude, stepping out of the closet and pulling up his zipper after tugging his little friend back to where he belonged.
“No problem!” Pinkie said with an up beat attitude, standing up and buttoning up her PJ shirt again. Mr. Cake obviously had an obsession with boob-jobs, and a must-do if you slept with him. “So why didn't you tell your wife about Spike? She HAD to think it was real,” Pinkie pointed out.
Mr. Cake looked at her embarrassed. “Heheh, well my wife is TERRIBE when it comes to role-playing; if she knew that it was all an act, she would have made it VERY awkward and ruin the mood that I wanted to see,” he explained. “Besides, it looks like she had a hell of a time no?”
Pinkie frowned for a few seconds, looking up as if she was thinking about it. “Hmmm, ok!” she said cheerfully. “So I get free sweets this month for blowing you off, right?” she asked with a smile.
“You sure do!” Mr. Cake confirmed, as he gave her a pat on the head. Sure she was used to pleasure her landlord, but it's all right since she's legal~
“YAY!”