Guess Who's Bat, Bat Again...by HappycamperChaptersWith Great Power Comes Great IrresponsibilityCrime and Pun-ishmentHighest BidderWith Great Power Comes Great IrresponsibilityDaybreak leaned against the wall of a nearby house as she spotted an all-too-familiar scene unfolding in the marketplace. There weren’t many repeat offenders in Canterlot who could cause this kind of chaos on Saturday nights on such a regular basis. There, in the middle of a rather large brawl, was a familiar bat pony, her short purple hair all over her face as she straddled a stallion and walloped him repeatedly on the nose. Her shirt was torn in places and her big membranous wings flapped with each angry sock to the muzzle. It was quite clear that she’d long since knocked that poor fellow out and wasn’t interested in stopping any time soon. “Should we do something about this, Lieutenant?” asked one of her guards nervously. He seemed more than a little taken aback at Daybreak’s inaction and apathy. “Yeah,” Daybreak eventually replied with a huff. “Get back to the barracks. I’ll take care of this bitch.” “Don’t you need support, ma’am?” “I’ve got support, thanks,” Daybreak said, trudging off towards a tent on the far side of the marketplace. “Just make sure that this fight doesn’t spread anywhere else and I’ll be back in two shakes, okay?” The guards watched in shock as their commanding officer effectively abandoned them, but Daybreak wasn’t just going to walk away from this without giving that cheeky bat pony a little lesson in good behaviour. Of course, Daybreak wasn’t much of a goodie two-shoes herself. Her big polished combat boots, breastplate and combat pants were well taken care of, of course, but her methods were a little more unorthodox. The last time she’d dealt with Sunny the bat pony’s violent behaviour, that career felon had ended up getting pounded in the ass in front of half of Canterlot, which probably made for very good entertainment but evidently hadn’t taught her a valuable lesson. Fortunately, Daybreak knew just who to go to for help. “Hello?” she asked, stepping into the pavilion and taking a look around. “Creepy magic lady? I could use some help with something…” She took a peek around the admittedly dark tent. It was many times larger inside than outside, with all manner of strange trinkets and knick-knacks hanging from the ceiling or piled up in open chests. There, in the centre of the pavilion, sat an old mare at a desk, quietly scribbling away in a rather thick book. “Oh, has it come to this?” the old mare answered, looking up at Daybreak irritably. “I do have a name, you know.” “Yeah, but you never told me what it was.” “So I didn’t. What do you need, Daybreak?” “That bat pony’s at it again,” the unicorn huffed, taking a glance out of the tent at the ongoing fight. “It looks like the last treatment we gave her didn’t quite get the message across.” “Oh, I was wondering what that racket was,” the mare said with a chuckle, getting to her feet and limping over to a nearby crate. “Fine, let’s see what we can use to bully that bat this time.” After much rummaging, she produced an old brass stopwatch, turning it over in her hands contemplatively before passing it over to Daybreak. “Wait...you want me to use this thing?” the officer asked uncertainly. “With all due respect, I think that she already knows that it’s past her bedtime.” “Then you fail to understand exactly what this item is. It’s a very special artifact that I bought in Zebrica many years ago, and it might come in handy for you if you’re serious about stopping any future offences.” Daybreak peered down at it as if trying to understand the joke. It seemed like a normal stopwatch to her, with a second hand and a little button on top. She took a look out of the tent, experimentally tapping the button to see what would happen. As cliche would have it, the world froze in place instantaneously. Sunny stopped mid-swing, her fist inches from the stallion’s face. The guards nearby were frozen with the same look of shock as before, and as Daybreak looked around, the old mare in the tent was still as the world outside. In fact, as Daybreak looked down at herself, she realised that the only thing moving in the whole wide world was her. “Oh, this is so neat,” whispered the palomino pony, waving a hand experimentally in front of the old mare’s face. She didn’t so much as blink. The happy little guard pony pranced out into the marketplace, passing by late-night shoppers and kiosks frozen in place by the time stop. There wasn’t even a hint of wind through the city, nor the flickering of stars or the blinking of eyes. Daybreak was alone in a world full of frozen, time-stopped ponies, all of them unaware of her presence in this very instant. She approached Sunny and her hapless victim, a slight white pegasus with a blue mane and a pair of shattered glasses. Daybreak didn’t exactly know what on earth he’d done to supposedly deserve this beating, only that Sunny had to be stopped before she actually did too much damage. Thoughts of arresting her briefly crossed Daybreak’s mind, but she shrugged them off as being far too forgiving and potentially dangerous - after all, that batpony would likely be able to flirt or fuck her way out of trouble without a second thought, and Daybreak wasn’t about to sit on guard duty with a nocturnal pony with an attitude problem all night long. Firstly, she looped her arms around Sunny’s armpits, lifting her off of the poor stallion. Her legs dangled down underneath her as Daybreak lifted her up, and with a little maneuvering and propping up against a nearby post, she was able to balance the bat pony on her own two feet. Only then did Daybreak take the time to look the perp up and down. Sunny was about a head shorter than Daybreak, with short purple hair and bright matching eyes. She had the tufted ears and sharp fangs of bat ponies everywhere, and seemed to be rather dressed down for this occasion. She had her big leather boots, of course, along with a slightly torn-up shirt and some tight-fitting black jeans. Daybreak huffed a little, remembering all too well that she herself wasn’t really able to fit her big thighs into skinny jeans, no matter how furiously she claimed she could. “How could a bat pony as pretty as you get into so much trouble, damn it?” she asked, rolling her eyes and pulling a pair of handcuffs from her belt. With a flick of her wrist, she opened them up and bound Sunny’s hands behind the pole. “Oh, this is so awesome.” Daybreak muttered, before heading back to the pavilion and tapping the button again. “Did you work it out?” the old mare asked, after a brief moment of re-acclimatisation. “Yeah, I think I got it,” Daybreak giggled. * * * Sunny, meanwhile, was not having a very good night. It had started rather well, with a great evening out at a nightclub, dancing with a rather cute pegasus. Still, as she led him back to her place, he obviously had to go off on a drunken tangent about his sad backstory involving a changeling or something. Of course, the second she tried to school his ass, she’d ended up bound to this pole with no knowledge of how she’d gotten there. Sunny screeched angrily as that pegasus got to his feet and sprinted off, escaping her angry batty clutches once and for all. What the hell happened? she thought to herself. It’s bad enough that he’s gotten away, but how could someone cuff me like that without me noticing? That makes no sense. I haven’t even had anything to drink! As Sunny struggled and wriggled, she caught sight of an alarmingly familiar palomino unicorn pacing towards her. That infuriatingly cute white muzzle stripe was all too recognisable. “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Sunny growled. “Not you! What the fuck do you want? Wasn’t humiliating me in front of everyone a few months ago enough for you, Wide-Load?” Daybreak stopped and pouted furiously, apparently very upset by the that nickname, but she managed to contort that pout into a rather menacing grin. “Well, it would’ve been enough, except you decided to re-offend /and/ you decided to call me names. That’s actually kind of illegal and not a little irritating.” Sunny took a moment to look around to see if Daybreak had that chest with her. When she saw nothing, just a curvy pony with a stopwatch and a big grumpy frown, she decided to try her luck. After all, this couldn’t be as bad as last time, could it? “Well, what are you gonna do about it, lard-ass?” Sunny snapped. “You haven’t got any of your fancy magic stuff anymore, and the second I get out of this I’m gonna kick you in the tits so hard that you’re coughing up milk for a week. Let me go and I might be done beating your ass in time for you to get back and hog all of the donuts in the station...again.” Daybreak made a very grumpy huffing noise, tapping the button on the stopwatch again and looking around as the whole world froze in place once more. Sunny herself wasn’t quite done closing her mouth, tongue hanging out just a little. Daybreak giggled at the sight of Sunny in such a compromising position, so easy to play with and tease. She slipped the stopwatch into her pocket and ran her hands down over the bat pony’s body, giving her ass a squeeze and unclasping Sunny’s belt as she went. She yanked Sunny’s skinny jeans down, leaving her in her shirt and a bright pink thong with her jeans wrapped around her ankles. Daybreak looked Sunny over, tilting the bat pony’s head up and smooching her right on the lips. She let her tongue slip into Sunny’s mouth, playing with her own. “You need to calm down, Sunny,” Daybreak whispered softly, drawing away and leaving a tiny string of saliva between the two of them. “That attitude of yours is only gonna get you in even more trouble...not that I’m the one who’s gonna be complaining.” She left Sunny cuffed to that post with her pants on the ground, wandering off across the marketplace as she examined various shop fronts. Finally finding one that might be able to help her, she darted inside and waltzed past the frozen shopkeeper. Whistling as she went, Daybreak collected up a few items and made her way back to her new best friend to play with her some more. “I think that it’s about time we taught you a /very/ important lesson.” Daybreak whispered, grabbing a carrot off of a nearby vegetable kiosk as she drew near. “Still, we’re gonna need to get you nice and dressed down for the occasion. Lucky for you, I’ve got just the thing…” She pulled Sunny’s shirt up to expose her small tits, taking her shirt by the collar and ripping it in half with a grumpy little grunt. Daybreak was so tired with Sunny’s shit by now that there was very little she wasn’t willing to do to punish that bat pony...and have a little fun with her. “Oh, but we’re gonna have to prepare you properly, aren’t we?” Daybreak asked, slipping her hand down Sunny’s belly and into her thong, running her finger over Sunny’s clit right from the start. Foreplay didn’t exactly matter too much, at least beyond getting her nice and horny to start with. Daybreak frowned just a little when her finger slipped between Sunny’s pussy lips and she could feel just how wet the bat pony was, either because she got off to the violence or because she got off to the idea of being chained to a pole at the mercy of a very angry guard pony. “You’re such a shameless little slut,” Daybreak muttered, slapping Sunny across the tits as she ran her finger in little circles around Sunny’s clit, making a noise between a whinny and an evil giggle as she teased the poor bat pony more and more. As it happened, her teasing left Sunny soaked, her arousal all too obvious through the material of her thong, and Daybreak finally slipped her fingers out of her sub’s pussy. Daybreak stepped back, looking her new fucktoy up and down. She watched as Sunny’s pussy juices ran down her inner thighs, saw the stupid, brainless slack-jawed look on her frozen face, those gorgeous little tits and thin, toned body. “You know...maybe I can wait for your public appearance…” Daybreak muttered, clipping a bright red collar around Sunny’s neck. “I think I’d like a little private time with you, first…” Crime and Pun-ishmentTravelling a rather ludicrous distance in an instant was going to be jarring for just about everyone, but Sunny was particularly shocked by the transition. One moment, she’d been chained to a pole in the middle of the marketplace, but suddenly finding herself with her pants down and her shirt all torn up in a relatively dark room was an absolute shock. She had gone from standing to being sat down on a bed, her jeans tangled around her ankles and her thong soaked through. Sunny’s small, perky tits were on full display, any attempt to cover up marred by the cuffs keeping her hands behind her back. Worst of all, when she tried to wriggle and struggle against them, there was a ghastly jingling sound, and she looked down to see a bright red collar around her neck, complete with tags. There, on the end of the bed, sat Daybreak. She was dressed down herself, wearing a pair of black cargo pants and a white shirt that read “Skinny girls are easy to kidnap. Be safe - eat cake” across her chest. Sunny gave her a hard look. “You’ve got five seconds to tell me what you just did, chunky-butt,” Sunny growled, chittering angrily as she struggled with her cuffs. Daybreak grinned at her, patting Sunny on the head and quickly drawing her hand back as the bat pony snapped at her. “Oh, you’ve still got an attitude on you, huh?” Daybreak said with a snicker. “You’re quite high-strung for someone who’s soaking through her own knickers. I didn’t know you liked getting in trouble that much, but it definitely explains why you re-offended.” Sunny glanced down at herself, squeezing her thighs together to cover herself up. Even though she was pissed at Daybreak, her cheeks and tufted ears went bright pink. “Come over here and I’ll give you trouble, you fat-assed cake-snorting conehead!” Sunny snapped savagely. Daybreak raised an eyebrow at the outburst, getting to her feet and pulling over a little shopping bag of hers. She rummaged around in it for a time, pulling out a full-sized carrot, a headband with big pink bunny ears, some kind of black cloth, and some barely-recognisable implements with leather straps. Most interestingly, Daybreak pulled a rather large book out of her bag, setting it down with a thump on the bedside table. Sunny craned her neck in an effort to see what it was, but it was at quite the wrong angle, and all that the little bat pony could discern was that it was some sort of ludicrously thick hardback. “You’ve been a very naughty little bat pony, you know that?” Daybreak asked, narrowing her eyes at her victim. “The funny thing is, I think I know why. You do all of this just to get my attention, don’t you? You like having someone like me to keep you in line, right?” “You have got to be joking. As if I’d want some fat-canned donut-sucking cop following me around making my life hell!” Sunny seethed. “You owe me a new shirt, dumbass! When I get out of this, I’ll...eep!” Sunny gagged and made a very soft little whimpering noise as she suddenly felt the collar pulled quite tightly around her throat, though Daybreak hadn’t moved so much as an inch. “You’ll shut the fuck up, batty-britches,” Daybreak whispered, leaning in and smooching her sub on the nose. “You’re not here to make demands. You’re here to take your punishment like the whining, chittering little slut you are, and I’m willing to bet money that I can make you confess that you /love/ it...but apparently stripping you down and stuffing you full of cock isn’t enough on its own. We need to use more drastic measures.” Sunny glared at Daybreak, still drawing short, sharp breaths as her would-be mistress sat down on the bed, pinning her calves to the mattress with that big butt of hers. She wiggled her hips just a little to make sure that Sunny wasn’t going anywhere, before grabbing the book and opening it on her lap. “Wha...what are you doing?” Sunny asked, letting her attitude slip for just a moment. “What’s that book? What are you doing with…?” “What do you call a ship that’s 50% off?” Daybreak asked, interrupting Sunny. She grinned darkly as she read the book, glancing sidelong at her victim. “I...wait, what?” Sunny asked, just a little panic-stricken. “A ‘sale boat.’” Daybreak finished with glee, beaming innocently at her batty sub. Sunny’s eyes widened with horror. That was something a million times worse than getting led out into the marketplace with a collar on and not much else. That was a pun. As she let out a horrified chitter, Daybreak kept reading her rather alarmingly long book. “What happened to the two mad thestrals?” she asked, sparing Sunny a momentary glance and a cute little snicker. “Wh...what?” Sunny asked, ears pinned right back against her head. She really didn’t want to know, but there was some kind of horrified curiosity that compelled her to ask, especially since that might get her out of this faster. “They went batty!” “Oh Luna why…” Sunny gasped, wriggling and struggling with renewed energy as Daybreak daintily turned to the next page. “No, wait, don’t read anoth…” “How do you keep fit?” “I...just…” “By playing bat-minton!” Sunny chittered furiously, trying to snap at Daybreak with those sharp batty fangs of hers. She could tell that Daybreak was trying not to giggle, which just made this all so much worse. “Oh, I’m sorry Sunny! Are you chittering like that because you want to hear more of my funny jokes?” “No, don’t you da…” “What do you call a waving pepper?” “I don’t care, shut u…” “A hola-peno!” “Argh, WHY? Why would you say that? My poor batty ears!” Sunny squeaked, ears twitching and flicking this way and that as she tried to kick Daybreak off of her. “Hmm, all of this wonderful humour is making me hungry,” Daybreak said pensively, rummaging in the bag for something. “Tell me, do you like mangos, Sunny?” Sunny, in spite of herself, nodded eagerly. “I...yeah, I...I like them better than puns…” “Oh, good! Me too! They’re so sweet and juicy, and I made sure to get the very freshest, juiciest, most delicious mangos in Canterlot for our time together. Isn’t that lovely?” “Y...yahuh! I like mangos...can we skip the rest of that book and have mangos, please? I think I’d like it much better…” Sunny said hopefully, fluttering her eyelashes at her. “Well, since you asked so nicely...” Daybreak said, pulling out a big, fresh, plump juicy mango from the bag and holding it up inches from Sunny’s face. The little bat pony leaned forward to take a bite from what was effectively the batty equivalent of crack, but as she tried to clamp her jaws shut, Daybreak pulled her hand back. That big stupid horse was just teasing her! “What?” Daybreak asked. “You didn’t think that you’d be getting any, did you? Goodness me, Sunny, I’m pun-ishing you here, not giving you treats for being a naughty batty!” And with that, she took a big bite of the mango, making a rather overdramatic moaning noise as the juice flowed freely. There are very few ways to eat something like a mango in an alluring way, but she had certainly made a very respectable attempt! “P...please…” Sunny whispered, half-hoping that Daybreak wouldn’t hear her abandon her dignity. “Can...can I please have one?” “This is the only one I brought with me,” Daybreak murmured through rather slow, ponderous munches. She seemed to be seriously dragging this out, dramatically licking her lips and glancing at Sunny to see if she was getting under the batty’s skin. “But if you want a little something to eat, then you’re going to start by calling me Miss Daybreak or Mistress. ‘Ma’am’ will do as well, got me?” Sunny licked her lips, but then hurriedly looked off to the side with her signature grumpy pout. “I...no! I know what you’re up to! I’m not gonna degrade myself like that! Give me some new clothes and the rest of that mango and maybe I’ll let the jokes slide!” “Suit yourself,” Daybreak said with a dramatic sigh, licking mango juice off of her fingers before taking another slow, labourious bite. “Well, since we’re not going anywhere with this argument, I’m just gonna read you some more jokes.” “No, wait, I…” “What kind of circus performers see best in the dark?” “I don’t want to kn…” “Acro-bats!” “Oh for fuck’s sake, please stop…” Sunny gasped, choking more out of the onset of angry tears than the tightness of the collar. “Did you hear about the fire at the cheese factory?” “NO, DON’T YOU DA…” “There was de brie everywhere!” “NOOOOOOO! Please, Miss Daybreak! My poor little ears…” Sunny whimpered, eyes welling up with tears at these frankly horrible jokes. There was something so cruel about being subjected to this while this big curvy dominatrix ate a mango right in front of her. Poor little Sunny couldn’t take any more! Daybreak’s ears perked, and she looked around with a very smug grin at her poor teary-eyed little sub. “I’m sorry, what did you call me?” she asked, leaning in a little to give Sunny a great big smile. “M...Miss Daybreak?” Sunny whimpered, voice shaky and choked as she tried to avoid Daybreak’s gaze. “I’ll do anything, just...no more puns...my poor batty ears can’t take anymore! I’ll be a good little batty and take my punishment, okay? Please put the book away!” Daybreak slammed the Big Book of Dadjokes shut, setting it down on the bedside table again as she finished off the last of that mango. She ignored every chitter and squeak from her victim as she finished it off right in front of her eyes. “You mean that, do you?” she asked, licking her lips before rummaging through her bag. “Well, now that I have your attention, perhaps I’ll play around with you a little at long last, hmm?” With that, Daybreak clicked the little button on her stopwatch, freezing Sunny in place and leaving her with those teary eyes and a face frozen in the most submissive, sweet, desperate expression she could manage. Once again, she waved her hand in front of Sunny’s face, not getting so much as a blink out of her for her troubles. “It’s awfully cold in here, isn’t it?” Daybreak asked the room at large, because goodness knows Sunny couldn’t hear her. She stacked kindling in the nearby fireplace, making perfectly sure that it was in full view of her little batty friend. That would be incredibly important later. Daybreak opened up her tinder box and set the wood alight, sitting back and warming her hands by the fire. That kindling went up a treat, but without some extra fuel, it’d go out in only a few minutes! Oh dear! Glancing around at Sunny, Daybreak tapped the button on her stopwatch again, and the room returned to normal. Sunny was initially taken aback by how Daybreak had moved in an instant, but when she spotted her again, she chittered diminutively. “Please, Mistress...please play with me...I’ll be a good little batpony, just don’t read me any more puns...pleeeease…” “Well, you’re gonna be really upset with me regardless,” Daybreak replied, pulling a pair of big scissors out of the seemingly bottomless bag and snapping them open. Sunny eyed the big sharp scissors as Daybreak snapped them open and shut, creeping a little closer to her. She clutched her legs close to her chest, but the big palomino mare seemed to be uninterested in disembowelling her. Daybreak grabbed Sunny’s calf, stretching her legs out and yanking her jeans off of her ankles altogether. With a huff, she tossed them aside, watching Sunny squeak and wriggle and shake with batty fright. She grabbed the elastic of her thong and pulled it right out, and as Sunny squealed and froze out of pure terror, Daybreak snipped through the fabric of her sub’s underwear, tossing it aside as well. Setting the scissors down on the bedside table, Daybreak tore the rest of Sunny’s shirt to shreds, gathered up all of Sunny’s discarded clothes, and tossed them all into the fireplace right in front of her. “Wait, what the hell? NO! DON’T DO THAT!” Sunny yelped, as she watched her clothes burn away right in front of her. She wriggled and struggled even more, though there was absolutely no way that she’d be able to salvage her clothes or her dignity at this point. She made a very sad little batty chirp, looking up at Daybreak with tear-tracks down her cheeks and her wings furling and unfurling. “Are you feeling sorry yet, bitch?” Daybreak asked with a very low growl. “You’re in so much trouble…” she growled back, ears twitching as she tried her best to summon whatever attitude she had left. “That’s the wrong answer,” Daybreak said, tapping the button on her little stopwatch. Sunny, naked and tearful, froze completely stiff with her mouth half-open again. The big fluffy palomino guard pony sat down by Sunny, rubbing her tufted ear between thumb and forefinger. With little circular motions, she rub-rub-rubbed Sunny’s ears, which would probably feel quite odd for the poor bat pony since, to her, it’ll all happen in a single incident. Daybreak pulled Sunny’s legs out in front of her body again, spreading them just a little to expose that gorgeous soaking wet pussy of hers. For all of her fronting and grumpy batty attitude, Sunny really was a total sucker for this sort of thing. “Damn, she’s cute…” Daybreak muttered, picking up a few of the little implements she’d left nearby. The headband was the first to go on, fitting nicely over her head and giving Sunny a pair of big pink floppy bunny ears. Well, even though she was a very tearful little bat indeed, she somehow looked even more adorable. Daybreak felt a pang of jealousy for just a moment, but she wasn’t exactly about to make Sunny’s life a basket of roses. She pushed her sub over onto her side, pulling her tail out before tying it off with a scrunchie into one big bun, similar to a rabbit’s tail. Daybreak even went so far as to add a little fur dye, turning Sunny’s poor bushy bat tail from purple to white for added effect. It was always the little things that made the most difference, and with the ability to stop time like this, Daybreak could add all of the little touches she wanted to add. Daybreak tapped her chin for a moment, looking Sunny up and down and assessing her work. She drew little black whiskers on Sunny’s cheeks with black permanent marker, though getting that close to her victim let Daybreak really get a look at how wet Sunny was. “Well...maybe just for a little while…” Daybreak muttered, pushing one of Sunny’s thighs aside and leaning in to drag her tongue up between the bat pony’s pussy lips, grabbing her ass cheeks in both hands so as to hold her steady. Daybreak caught that first wonderful taste of Sunny’s mare juices, rolling her tongue and driving it deep inside just to lap as much of it up as she possibly could. Wow, she’s really getting off to this, huh? she thought to herself, flicking her tongue up over Sunny’s clit as she sat there, frozen in time. What kind of masochistic slut is she? It’s like a damn river down here… It struck Daybreak that she was a little too into this, as she was eating Sunny out with all of the eagerness of a pony who wanted to drive her partner to orgasm, and she had no such intentions. This was meant to be a punishment, after all! Just in case Sunny’s body was going to react to the teasing a little too violently, Daybreak slapped her right in the pussy with an open palm just to keep her from being able to orgasm, before driving that carrot from earlier deep into her new little bunny cosplayer’s marehood. Choosing such a big, thick one seemed to have paid off, as it visibly stretched her out just a little, making certain that it wouldn’t slip out during her punishment. A pair of fishnet stockings, a rather short black maid’s skirt and a bright red leash completed the look. Finally, Daybreak had exactly what she needed, her very own little sexy bunny rabbit to play with. As the guard pony unfroze time, Sunny was overcome with a slew of conflicting sensations all at once. There was obviously the fear and horror at having her clothes destroyed right in front of her eyes, but all of a sudden there was also a feeling like she’d just been licked and rubbed and teased to the point of orgasm before having it taken away from her at the last minute. On top of that, there was an overwhelming feeling of fullness, and when she looked down to see that carrot stuffed in her pussy, she also saw the maid’s skirt and fishnets, she let out a frightened little meep. “Wha...what did you...do to me…?” she gasped, a little breathless from the ludicrous mix of different sensations. She squeezed her knees together as she saw just how little that maid’s skirt covered. “How did you do this...without me...notic...aaah…” she trailed off, eyes crossed and ears flopped down at weird angles. Daybreak grabbed her by the collar and yanked her up to her feet, slapping her ass to encourage her to sit up straight. “Mouth open, Sunny-bunny,” Daybreak snapped, giving Sunny a slap on the other ass cheek for good measure. The little bat pony, standing at a head shorter than Daybreak, reluctantly opened her mouth. After all, there didn’t look to be any other way out of it...and there was that tiny part of her brain that wanted to know what Daybreak would do to her next. Her mistress took the last of her little toys in hand, slipping it into Sunny’s mouth and fastening the leather straps tight behind her head. It was a ring gag, big enough to accommodate a variety of discerning horsecocks while simultaneously slurring Sunny’s speech. “Your mouth is good for one thing, slut, and it isn’t talking,” Daybreak whispered savagely, giving her another tug on her leash. “Now that you’re all prettied up, how about we put your cute little ass to work?” “Wh..wha’ oo’ ‘ean?” Sunny managed, shivering as suspicions of Daybreak’s imminent torture crept into her mind. Surely she wasn’t going to… “Time to meet your public, cum-bunny,” Daybreak said brightly, tapping the button on her stopwatch again. Highest BidderWhen Sunny came back to the here and now, she took a moment to absorb her surroundings, ears twitching and swivelling wildly. It’s got to be that fucking stopwatch… she thought to herself. It’s probably enchanted or something...damn it, I hate magic so much… She stood in a bent-over position, her wrists and neck locked in a big wooden pillory, and when she tried to look back at herself, she felt a rather cold breeze around her wet sex. Well, she must still be wearing that very short maid outfit, then! Looking around, she caught sight of ponies - a lot of ponies - and then it struck her that she was out in the middle of the marketplace again, right where everyone could see her. Her mouth was held open by that rather wide ring gag, leaving her tongue hanging out and her speech incomprehensible. Looks like there’s no way of negotiating her way out of this, either! The onset of panic made Sunny’s legs shake and her knees knock together, putting her butt up in the air as she tried to wag her tail irritably. Wait...what the fuck did she do to my tail? Why does it feel shorter? Sunny wiggled her butt uncomfortably, letting out a rather silly squeak at the feeling of that carrot stretching her out. Well, Daybreak hadn’t taken that thing out, either, and if the ponies around her back were anything as numerous as the ones around her front, they were going to get a commanding view of her bare ass, her spread legs, her ankles locked apart with a spreader bar, and a carrot driven deep into her poor neglected pussy. She bit down on the ring gag a little and closed her eyes tight shut as she seethed. If I can get that stopwatch off of that fucking bitch, I’ll get her for this. I’m not gonna let this cow get away with this twice… Sunny thought to herself, but her ears perked as Daybreak stepped up onto a nearby crate and held up a big burlap sack. “Hey there, everyone!” she called out, that blasted stopwatch hanging down from her belt on her keychain. “I’ve got a big present for you today. Here we have a cute little submissive slut called Sunny, and she’s been a very naughty little bunny. Look at her, doesn’t she just look adorable?” Sunny’s eyes snapped open. She made a very angry noise in a vain attempt to indicate that she was in fact a very tough pony and nothing like an adorable little bunny, but all that came out of her mouth with that gag on was a string of whimpers and gibberish. The crowd, however, clapped and cheered, and there were quite a few stallions - some of them quite alarmingly large - who seemed to really approve of her. They let out whoops and cheers, giving Sunny looks that could only be described as ‘hungry.’ The poor little batpony looked away hurriedly, trying to push her knees together that little bit more, trying to cover her soaking wet pussy. It wouldn’t do to look like she was into it. Er...not that she was into it! Of course not, that’s ridiculous. “Of course, we’re gonna be punishing this cheeky bunny for being very naughty indeed, and that means that we’re not gonna let her get off to this, but I do have some wonderful alternatives for you!” Daybreak continued, apparently ignoring Sunny’s desperate angry bat chitters. “So, prices! It’ll be two bits to fuck her face, four to take her in her tight little ass, and if you wanna use her wings, then go ahead! They’re free!” Sunny blanched. She wasn’t about to have her body rented out as a fucktoy to everyone in Canterlot for such a low price, was she? The very notion made her wiggle her butt in a vain attempt to get out of that little trap and give Daybreak a slap right across her cheeks, but the guard pony was already collecting donations. There seemed to be quite a few interested parties, and Sunny couldn’t quite count them all as they queued up to give Daybreak their money. Seriously, though, Daybreak wasn’t mean enough to turn her into a two-bit whore, was she? Daybreak led the first of Sunny’s would-be suitors up onto the pillory dias, patting him on the butt and gesturing towards Sunny’s mouth. The poor little batpony could only watch and wiggle her butt as the stallion dropped a few coins in Daybreak’s bag and unzipped his pants, putting a finger under Sunny’s chin to tilt her head up to examine her. “You’re sure she can take it?” he asked, looking back at Daybreak. “I’m sure you can squeeze it in there. She deepthroats like a champ, so don’t hold back. You wouldn’t believe what you can fit in there if you just try.” The stallion shrugged, rummaging in his pants and pulling out his dick, still a little limp but already quite thick and long. Sunny made a little panicked squeaky noise as she saw the size of it, looking up at him with her big watery purple eyes. How on earth was she going to fit that thing in her mouth? As it so happened, the ring gag forced Sunny’s mouth open quite wide, and her tongue could hang quite comfortably out of it, even if she was forced to drool just a little. As it happened, it was also able to accommodate that stallion’s dick quite comfortably as well, and Sunny’s tongue was pushed to the side as he drove his dick into her wet, complaining little mouth. The hapless little bat pony’s eyes rolled back into her head as she took him by inches, making nervous gulping noises as he depressed her tongue and pushed the flared tip of his cock all the way in to the back of her throat. Sunny feverishly breathed through her nose as he hilted in her mouth, wiggling his hips around to make her squeak as his cock shifted around inside of her. That felt weird, but above all, it felt filling. “Mmmph...mmm m mmmph…”* Sunny mumbled, strained tears running down her cheeks as she took in the full brunt of the humiliation she was being subjected to. As he hardened in her mouth, ponies whooped and cheered all around her, egging the stallion on as he started face-fucking her. He grabbed handfuls of her mane to brace himself, making her gulp and gag with each powerful thrust into her throat. By this point, he was hard enough that his median ring was trapped in her mouth by the ring gag, so there was only so much that he would be able to pull back before thrusting in again. Sunny clenched her hands into fists as she strained to breathe, wiggling her butt as she did what probably passed for struggling. Unfortunately for her, this had some unforseen consequences**, as not a moment later she felt something prod against her asshole. Sunny had no way to get out of this with her ankles in that spreader bar, which itself seemed to be bolted to the ground, and all she could do was wiggle her butt pathetically as someone pushed the flared head of their dick against her tight little asshole. The carrot in her pussy shifted around with her wiggling, but ultimately it was all for naught, as with a strained shout and a rather hard push, the second stallion pushed his hard cock into her asshole, stretching it out wide and causing quite a sting without lubing up first. Sunny’s attempt at a pained little squeal was silenced by the guy in front of her forcing her to deepthroat him once more. “Holy fuck…” gasped the stallion behind her, “...I thought she was meant to be a total slut...how the fuck is she so tight…” “You were...nnngh...supposed to use lube, dumbass…” growled the other, slamming his dick as far down Sunny’s throat as he could manage. Sunny gagged hard, flapping her wings furiously as she struggled to accommodate him. “She’ll...she’ll get her lube…” he replied, smacking Sunny’s ass as hard as he could, leaving a big red handprint on her left buttock and coaxing a breathless shriek from the poor bat pony. “Come on, cum-bunny! Let’s see you put your back into it!” “Mmmph…”*** Sunny moaned softly, looking up at the stallion in front of her ever so hopefully. The stallion ignored her, picking up his pace and groaning as his big heavy balls slapped against her sopping wet little chin. Sunny tried to reciprocate for the guy behind her, pushing her hips back against his own with each powerful thrust to force him in deeper. Her poor little ass was sore from the pounding she was taking, but each thrust from that stallion behind her also forced the carrot in her pussy up against her g-spot, and as much as she wanted to avoid showing it, part of her really liked that. “Nngh...gonna cum…” the stallion in front of her growled, closing his eyes as he sped up, slamming his hips against Sunny’s ballooned fluffy cheeks. She could feel his cock twitch and pulse in her mouth as he face-fucked her that much faster, and it was all she could do to take in a deep, shaky breath before it was too late. He couldn’t pull his dick out with his median ring still jammed in there, so when he finally did cum, he pushed his cock as far into her throat as possible, letting fly with a stream of hot, sticky jizz that she couldn’t even hope to swallow all in one go. Some of it shot out of her nose, while even more exploded out of her mouth around his shaft as Sunny let out a gurgling yelp. He didn’t even try to pull back until he was finished using her as a cum-dumpster, finally able to pull his dick out of the ring gag as he softened. A mix of saliva and jizz dripped down Sunny’s muzzle and chin as she let her tongue hang stupidly out of her mouth again, letting out a tiny squeak with each thrust behind her. “‘a...’an’ ‘oo…” Sunny whimpered as he stood back, watching her struggle to draw breath. He whispered in Daybreak’s ear, and after a little negotiation she handed over the permanent marker she’d used to give Sunny her whiskers. The stallion crouched down in front of Sunny, scrawling a surprisingly legible ‘I SWALLOW’ on her forehead. The poor little pony strained to look up at her forehead to see what he’d written, but it was an exercise in futility. She’d have to find out later, but it probably wasn’t good… Sunny barely had time to think about what on earth that message could’ve been, because just then another pony grabbed one of her wings, stretching it out just a little to inspect it. She knew right away why he was doing that, but there was no way for her to pull it back in while she was being so brutally and painfully pounded by that thick guy behind her. She tried her best to stay focussed on her breathing and grinding against that stallion as he wrecked her ass, while the newcomer wrapped her wing around his own member and started to thrust gently up against her, effectively using her wing as his own personal fuck-toy. “Gah...you’re too fucking tight…” the stallion behind her snarled, giving her another smack on the ass. Sunny knew the feeling all too well, the way he throbbed inside of her and showed no sign of wanting to pull out. He was close - damn close - and fucking Sunny’s ass like this was doing nothing for her but nudging that carrot just a little with each thrust. That might be the closest she could hope for as far as pleasure is concerned. Sure enough, not a moment later he finally slammed his hips up against her ass cheeks, letting out a loud moan as he pumped her tight little ass full of spunk. Sunny’s eyes crossed as she felt that warm, thick cum filling her up, ears twitching wildly as some of it spilled out around that stallion’s dick and down her legs. He clapped his hands for the first stallion to toss him that marker, and with some similarly impressive penmanship, he printed the words ‘COCK SOCK’ across her cute, reddened ass cheeks. Poor Sunny slumped a little in her restraints, half-formed plans for savage revenge giving away to incoherent pleading as another client pressed the tip of his dick up against her muzzle. “Come on, guys, Sunny-bunny can take way more than that in one go!” Daybreak crooned. “Don’t be shy! Just pile on her! Trust me, not only is she a criminal, but she’s got one hell of an attitude on her, too. She’s earned this!” Sunny tried to squeak angrily about how she didn’t have an attitude, but she was cut off by the new guy grabbing her by the ears and driving his dick into her mouth, turning her incoherent babble into a choked little gulping noise. Her wing, sensitive as it was, tingled as the stallion fucking her there squirted a string of precum across it, causing Sunny to squeeze her eyes shut and try to pin her ears back. This was so embarrassing, but with her nostrils filled with the smell of cum and the feeling of that dick in her mouth, somehow that embarrassment was secondary. Was it too much for someone to take that carrot out and use their dick instead? Daybreak led over a few other hopeful stallions, and Sunny’s trapped hands were forcibly closed around a pair of dicks, while another guy mounted her from behind and yet another grabbed her by her remaining wing. Sunny didn’t know what to focus on - the cheering of the crowd, the stallions who’d closed her fingers around their cocks as they fucked her, the guys using her wings as jizz rags, or the guy behind her abusing her cum-filled little ass. At least this time, when he drove his dick into her, there was some kind of lubrication, but Sunny still let out a muffled whine at the feeling of being stretched like that. The stallion in front of her made his presence felt too, and while he wasn’t quite as thick as the last guy to face-fuck her, he was even longer and already hard as a rock. He looped his hand around the back of Sunny’s head, pushing his hips up against her face as he jammed his cock down her throat. Sunny gagged and struggled to breathe, overwhelmed and overstimulated by all of the attention she was getting, all of the ways she was being used. The guy in front of her barely registered her tears or her cute little batty eyes. There really was no way that she could get out of this one! With each powerful thrust, Sunny gagged and choked on his dick, deprived of oxygen and struggling to keep her head in the game. She didn’t exactly need to - given how she was being used as an oversized fuck toy, there really wasn’t much that she had to do - but in amidst her wildest, most secret fantasies being fulfilled, and the feeling of overwhelming embarrassment, came the realisation that she was going to pass out if she wasn’t careful. Still, that wouldn’t be the worst thing, right? Sunny’s urgent squeaking was completely ignored by the guy fucking her face, who slammed his hips up against her lips as she struggled to take that big cock of his down her throat. Sunny gasped a little, doing her best to draw breath in between thrusts, but it was no use. She finally passed out, realising all too well that she was now at the mercy of every stallion in the marketplace. And there wasn’t going to be any mercy whatsoever. * * * When Sunny came to, the first thing she noticed was the relative silence of the marketplace. Her head and wrists were still locked in the pillory, but there wasn’t a stallion to be seen. In fact, the warmth and weird tingling sensation all over her body was the remaining cum dribbling off of her...and boy, was there a lot. Sunny’s mouth and nose leaked jizz like she’d just taken a huge load right down her throat, her face was covered, and by the feel of it, so were her wings and back, not to mention her poor tortured ass. Heck, when she moved her head, she felt the strange tingly sensation of someone’s jizz dribbling down her cheek. Really? Had someone really cum on her mane as well? As she took in her surroundings, she caught sight of Daybreak, counting the money in her bag with a cheeky little grin. “Aarck!” Sunny bellowed intelligently. The ring gag made it difficult to speak clearly, as did the numbness of her jaw after having her face fucked several dozen times, but it was enough to get Daybreak’s attention. “Oh, you’re awake at last, are you?” Daybreak asked, getting to her feet and prancing over. “You know, it’s very rude to fall asleep when you’re servicing a client. You really should be ashamed of yourself.” Sunny glared at Daybreak momentarily, but she couldn’t keep up any pretense of anger after being fucked and used like that. She couldn’t even feel her legs, let alone summon the strength to try and babble something at her. Fortunately, Daybreak was a merciful mistress, and she unclipped the straps keeping Sunny’s ring gag on, letting it drop out of her mouth with a clank. Sunny opened and closed her mouth a few times, gasping and chittering angrily as she tried to come to her senses. “Your pillory’s unlocked, and you’ll be glad to know that I made a pretty big profit today! Your community service is complete, Sunny. Isn’t that wonderful?” Daybreak asked, beaming. Sunny made a very grumbly noise, snapping half-heartedly at Daybreak before slumping a little once more. The palomino guard pony swung the pillory open, at least giving Sunny the opportunity to heft herself out of it and hop home. “Oh, but you’d better watch out, sweetie,” Daybreak added, letting Sunny get down on her hands and knees. “Public nudity is a pretty serious crime, too. You wouldn’t want to get in more trouble, would you?” “N...no, Miss Daybreak…” Sunny mumbled. “Sorry, Miss Daybreak…” “There’s a good little bunny,” Daybreak chuckled, petting her behind the ear and heading off to grab her bag full of money. “Now, you stay out of trouble, and remember what happens when you mess with me, Sunny Bunny. I can get /way/ more creative than this!” Sunny watched Daybreak go, seething just a little as she slumped down onto her face. It was all that stupid stopwatch. It had to be giving her an advantage somehow, surely… “I’ll..get you for...th…” Sunny muttered vaguely, before dragging herself off of the dais and crawling back towards home, at least until she could feel her hands and legs again. As for the writing all over her body...she’d have to find a mirror before she could see its full extent. The sheer number of little lines printed across her ass to indicate her partners was in the dozens, and her body was covered with messages such as “SQUEEZE MY TITTIES” and “I FUCK LIKE A RABBIT.” Her wings were each helpfully marked with a massive “CUM RAG” message on each one, and her chin had “JIZZ TROUGH” printed across it for good measure. She really did look like a perfect little cum-dumpster. Still, she didn’t have to know about any of that until she got home. Until then, she could keep swearing bloody revenge on that cheeky little guard pony who’d outwitted her twice, now. * * * Daybreak, meanwhile, snickered and cackled to herself as she took that stopwatch off of her belt again, turning it over in her hands and letting out cute little squeaky horse laughs as she imagined the possibilities. “I think that I’ve done my part for the community by getting that dangerous felon out of the way…” Daybreak muttered, eyes glinting evilly. “Now, let’s see who else we can play with…” Author's Note * Sub-titled: “Now come on, I’m sure we can work this out! I am, after all, a very reasonable, sweet and kind little batty. Can we settle this over a cup of tea, perhaps?” **Not that unforseen, really. *** “I say, old bean! Sure is a good ol’ day for a spot of cock-pounding ball-bouncing debauchery, eh what?”
With Great Power Comes Great IrresponsibilityDaybreak leaned against the wall of a nearby house as she spotted an all-too-familiar scene unfolding in the marketplace. There weren’t many repeat offenders in Canterlot who could cause this kind of chaos on Saturday nights on such a regular basis. There, in the middle of a rather large brawl, was a familiar bat pony, her short purple hair all over her face as she straddled a stallion and walloped him repeatedly on the nose. Her shirt was torn in places and her big membranous wings flapped with each angry sock to the muzzle. It was quite clear that she’d long since knocked that poor fellow out and wasn’t interested in stopping any time soon. “Should we do something about this, Lieutenant?” asked one of her guards nervously. He seemed more than a little taken aback at Daybreak’s inaction and apathy. “Yeah,” Daybreak eventually replied with a huff. “Get back to the barracks. I’ll take care of this bitch.” “Don’t you need support, ma’am?” “I’ve got support, thanks,” Daybreak said, trudging off towards a tent on the far side of the marketplace. “Just make sure that this fight doesn’t spread anywhere else and I’ll be back in two shakes, okay?” The guards watched in shock as their commanding officer effectively abandoned them, but Daybreak wasn’t just going to walk away from this without giving that cheeky bat pony a little lesson in good behaviour. Of course, Daybreak wasn’t much of a goodie two-shoes herself. Her big polished combat boots, breastplate and combat pants were well taken care of, of course, but her methods were a little more unorthodox. The last time she’d dealt with Sunny the bat pony’s violent behaviour, that career felon had ended up getting pounded in the ass in front of half of Canterlot, which probably made for very good entertainment but evidently hadn’t taught her a valuable lesson. Fortunately, Daybreak knew just who to go to for help. “Hello?” she asked, stepping into the pavilion and taking a look around. “Creepy magic lady? I could use some help with something…” She took a peek around the admittedly dark tent. It was many times larger inside than outside, with all manner of strange trinkets and knick-knacks hanging from the ceiling or piled up in open chests. There, in the centre of the pavilion, sat an old mare at a desk, quietly scribbling away in a rather thick book. “Oh, has it come to this?” the old mare answered, looking up at Daybreak irritably. “I do have a name, you know.” “Yeah, but you never told me what it was.” “So I didn’t. What do you need, Daybreak?” “That bat pony’s at it again,” the unicorn huffed, taking a glance out of the tent at the ongoing fight. “It looks like the last treatment we gave her didn’t quite get the message across.” “Oh, I was wondering what that racket was,” the mare said with a chuckle, getting to her feet and limping over to a nearby crate. “Fine, let’s see what we can use to bully that bat this time.” After much rummaging, she produced an old brass stopwatch, turning it over in her hands contemplatively before passing it over to Daybreak. “Wait...you want me to use this thing?” the officer asked uncertainly. “With all due respect, I think that she already knows that it’s past her bedtime.” “Then you fail to understand exactly what this item is. It’s a very special artifact that I bought in Zebrica many years ago, and it might come in handy for you if you’re serious about stopping any future offences.” Daybreak peered down at it as if trying to understand the joke. It seemed like a normal stopwatch to her, with a second hand and a little button on top. She took a look out of the tent, experimentally tapping the button to see what would happen. As cliche would have it, the world froze in place instantaneously. Sunny stopped mid-swing, her fist inches from the stallion’s face. The guards nearby were frozen with the same look of shock as before, and as Daybreak looked around, the old mare in the tent was still as the world outside. In fact, as Daybreak looked down at herself, she realised that the only thing moving in the whole wide world was her. “Oh, this is so neat,” whispered the palomino pony, waving a hand experimentally in front of the old mare’s face. She didn’t so much as blink. The happy little guard pony pranced out into the marketplace, passing by late-night shoppers and kiosks frozen in place by the time stop. There wasn’t even a hint of wind through the city, nor the flickering of stars or the blinking of eyes. Daybreak was alone in a world full of frozen, time-stopped ponies, all of them unaware of her presence in this very instant. She approached Sunny and her hapless victim, a slight white pegasus with a blue mane and a pair of shattered glasses. Daybreak didn’t exactly know what on earth he’d done to supposedly deserve this beating, only that Sunny had to be stopped before she actually did too much damage. Thoughts of arresting her briefly crossed Daybreak’s mind, but she shrugged them off as being far too forgiving and potentially dangerous - after all, that batpony would likely be able to flirt or fuck her way out of trouble without a second thought, and Daybreak wasn’t about to sit on guard duty with a nocturnal pony with an attitude problem all night long. Firstly, she looped her arms around Sunny’s armpits, lifting her off of the poor stallion. Her legs dangled down underneath her as Daybreak lifted her up, and with a little maneuvering and propping up against a nearby post, she was able to balance the bat pony on her own two feet. Only then did Daybreak take the time to look the perp up and down. Sunny was about a head shorter than Daybreak, with short purple hair and bright matching eyes. She had the tufted ears and sharp fangs of bat ponies everywhere, and seemed to be rather dressed down for this occasion. She had her big leather boots, of course, along with a slightly torn-up shirt and some tight-fitting black jeans. Daybreak huffed a little, remembering all too well that she herself wasn’t really able to fit her big thighs into skinny jeans, no matter how furiously she claimed she could. “How could a bat pony as pretty as you get into so much trouble, damn it?” she asked, rolling her eyes and pulling a pair of handcuffs from her belt. With a flick of her wrist, she opened them up and bound Sunny’s hands behind the pole. “Oh, this is so awesome.” Daybreak muttered, before heading back to the pavilion and tapping the button again. “Did you work it out?” the old mare asked, after a brief moment of re-acclimatisation. “Yeah, I think I got it,” Daybreak giggled. * * * Sunny, meanwhile, was not having a very good night. It had started rather well, with a great evening out at a nightclub, dancing with a rather cute pegasus. Still, as she led him back to her place, he obviously had to go off on a drunken tangent about his sad backstory involving a changeling or something. Of course, the second she tried to school his ass, she’d ended up bound to this pole with no knowledge of how she’d gotten there. Sunny screeched angrily as that pegasus got to his feet and sprinted off, escaping her angry batty clutches once and for all. What the hell happened? she thought to herself. It’s bad enough that he’s gotten away, but how could someone cuff me like that without me noticing? That makes no sense. I haven’t even had anything to drink! As Sunny struggled and wriggled, she caught sight of an alarmingly familiar palomino unicorn pacing towards her. That infuriatingly cute white muzzle stripe was all too recognisable. “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Sunny growled. “Not you! What the fuck do you want? Wasn’t humiliating me in front of everyone a few months ago enough for you, Wide-Load?” Daybreak stopped and pouted furiously, apparently very upset by the that nickname, but she managed to contort that pout into a rather menacing grin. “Well, it would’ve been enough, except you decided to re-offend /and/ you decided to call me names. That’s actually kind of illegal and not a little irritating.” Sunny took a moment to look around to see if Daybreak had that chest with her. When she saw nothing, just a curvy pony with a stopwatch and a big grumpy frown, she decided to try her luck. After all, this couldn’t be as bad as last time, could it? “Well, what are you gonna do about it, lard-ass?” Sunny snapped. “You haven’t got any of your fancy magic stuff anymore, and the second I get out of this I’m gonna kick you in the tits so hard that you’re coughing up milk for a week. Let me go and I might be done beating your ass in time for you to get back and hog all of the donuts in the station...again.” Daybreak made a very grumpy huffing noise, tapping the button on the stopwatch again and looking around as the whole world froze in place once more. Sunny herself wasn’t quite done closing her mouth, tongue hanging out just a little. Daybreak giggled at the sight of Sunny in such a compromising position, so easy to play with and tease. She slipped the stopwatch into her pocket and ran her hands down over the bat pony’s body, giving her ass a squeeze and unclasping Sunny’s belt as she went. She yanked Sunny’s skinny jeans down, leaving her in her shirt and a bright pink thong with her jeans wrapped around her ankles. Daybreak looked Sunny over, tilting the bat pony’s head up and smooching her right on the lips. She let her tongue slip into Sunny’s mouth, playing with her own. “You need to calm down, Sunny,” Daybreak whispered softly, drawing away and leaving a tiny string of saliva between the two of them. “That attitude of yours is only gonna get you in even more trouble...not that I’m the one who’s gonna be complaining.” She left Sunny cuffed to that post with her pants on the ground, wandering off across the marketplace as she examined various shop fronts. Finally finding one that might be able to help her, she darted inside and waltzed past the frozen shopkeeper. Whistling as she went, Daybreak collected up a few items and made her way back to her new best friend to play with her some more. “I think that it’s about time we taught you a /very/ important lesson.” Daybreak whispered, grabbing a carrot off of a nearby vegetable kiosk as she drew near. “Still, we’re gonna need to get you nice and dressed down for the occasion. Lucky for you, I’ve got just the thing…” She pulled Sunny’s shirt up to expose her small tits, taking her shirt by the collar and ripping it in half with a grumpy little grunt. Daybreak was so tired with Sunny’s shit by now that there was very little she wasn’t willing to do to punish that bat pony...and have a little fun with her. “Oh, but we’re gonna have to prepare you properly, aren’t we?” Daybreak asked, slipping her hand down Sunny’s belly and into her thong, running her finger over Sunny’s clit right from the start. Foreplay didn’t exactly matter too much, at least beyond getting her nice and horny to start with. Daybreak frowned just a little when her finger slipped between Sunny’s pussy lips and she could feel just how wet the bat pony was, either because she got off to the violence or because she got off to the idea of being chained to a pole at the mercy of a very angry guard pony. “You’re such a shameless little slut,” Daybreak muttered, slapping Sunny across the tits as she ran her finger in little circles around Sunny’s clit, making a noise between a whinny and an evil giggle as she teased the poor bat pony more and more. As it happened, her teasing left Sunny soaked, her arousal all too obvious through the material of her thong, and Daybreak finally slipped her fingers out of her sub’s pussy. Daybreak stepped back, looking her new fucktoy up and down. She watched as Sunny’s pussy juices ran down her inner thighs, saw the stupid, brainless slack-jawed look on her frozen face, those gorgeous little tits and thin, toned body. “You know...maybe I can wait for your public appearance…” Daybreak muttered, clipping a bright red collar around Sunny’s neck. “I think I’d like a little private time with you, first…”
Crime and Pun-ishmentTravelling a rather ludicrous distance in an instant was going to be jarring for just about everyone, but Sunny was particularly shocked by the transition. One moment, she’d been chained to a pole in the middle of the marketplace, but suddenly finding herself with her pants down and her shirt all torn up in a relatively dark room was an absolute shock. She had gone from standing to being sat down on a bed, her jeans tangled around her ankles and her thong soaked through. Sunny’s small, perky tits were on full display, any attempt to cover up marred by the cuffs keeping her hands behind her back. Worst of all, when she tried to wriggle and struggle against them, there was a ghastly jingling sound, and she looked down to see a bright red collar around her neck, complete with tags. There, on the end of the bed, sat Daybreak. She was dressed down herself, wearing a pair of black cargo pants and a white shirt that read “Skinny girls are easy to kidnap. Be safe - eat cake” across her chest. Sunny gave her a hard look. “You’ve got five seconds to tell me what you just did, chunky-butt,” Sunny growled, chittering angrily as she struggled with her cuffs. Daybreak grinned at her, patting Sunny on the head and quickly drawing her hand back as the bat pony snapped at her. “Oh, you’ve still got an attitude on you, huh?” Daybreak said with a snicker. “You’re quite high-strung for someone who’s soaking through her own knickers. I didn’t know you liked getting in trouble that much, but it definitely explains why you re-offended.” Sunny glanced down at herself, squeezing her thighs together to cover herself up. Even though she was pissed at Daybreak, her cheeks and tufted ears went bright pink. “Come over here and I’ll give you trouble, you fat-assed cake-snorting conehead!” Sunny snapped savagely. Daybreak raised an eyebrow at the outburst, getting to her feet and pulling over a little shopping bag of hers. She rummaged around in it for a time, pulling out a full-sized carrot, a headband with big pink bunny ears, some kind of black cloth, and some barely-recognisable implements with leather straps. Most interestingly, Daybreak pulled a rather large book out of her bag, setting it down with a thump on the bedside table. Sunny craned her neck in an effort to see what it was, but it was at quite the wrong angle, and all that the little bat pony could discern was that it was some sort of ludicrously thick hardback. “You’ve been a very naughty little bat pony, you know that?” Daybreak asked, narrowing her eyes at her victim. “The funny thing is, I think I know why. You do all of this just to get my attention, don’t you? You like having someone like me to keep you in line, right?” “You have got to be joking. As if I’d want some fat-canned donut-sucking cop following me around making my life hell!” Sunny seethed. “You owe me a new shirt, dumbass! When I get out of this, I’ll...eep!” Sunny gagged and made a very soft little whimpering noise as she suddenly felt the collar pulled quite tightly around her throat, though Daybreak hadn’t moved so much as an inch. “You’ll shut the fuck up, batty-britches,” Daybreak whispered, leaning in and smooching her sub on the nose. “You’re not here to make demands. You’re here to take your punishment like the whining, chittering little slut you are, and I’m willing to bet money that I can make you confess that you /love/ it...but apparently stripping you down and stuffing you full of cock isn’t enough on its own. We need to use more drastic measures.” Sunny glared at Daybreak, still drawing short, sharp breaths as her would-be mistress sat down on the bed, pinning her calves to the mattress with that big butt of hers. She wiggled her hips just a little to make sure that Sunny wasn’t going anywhere, before grabbing the book and opening it on her lap. “Wha...what are you doing?” Sunny asked, letting her attitude slip for just a moment. “What’s that book? What are you doing with…?” “What do you call a ship that’s 50% off?” Daybreak asked, interrupting Sunny. She grinned darkly as she read the book, glancing sidelong at her victim. “I...wait, what?” Sunny asked, just a little panic-stricken. “A ‘sale boat.’” Daybreak finished with glee, beaming innocently at her batty sub. Sunny’s eyes widened with horror. That was something a million times worse than getting led out into the marketplace with a collar on and not much else. That was a pun. As she let out a horrified chitter, Daybreak kept reading her rather alarmingly long book. “What happened to the two mad thestrals?” she asked, sparing Sunny a momentary glance and a cute little snicker. “Wh...what?” Sunny asked, ears pinned right back against her head. She really didn’t want to know, but there was some kind of horrified curiosity that compelled her to ask, especially since that might get her out of this faster. “They went batty!” “Oh Luna why…” Sunny gasped, wriggling and struggling with renewed energy as Daybreak daintily turned to the next page. “No, wait, don’t read anoth…” “How do you keep fit?” “I...just…” “By playing bat-minton!” Sunny chittered furiously, trying to snap at Daybreak with those sharp batty fangs of hers. She could tell that Daybreak was trying not to giggle, which just made this all so much worse. “Oh, I’m sorry Sunny! Are you chittering like that because you want to hear more of my funny jokes?” “No, don’t you da…” “What do you call a waving pepper?” “I don’t care, shut u…” “A hola-peno!” “Argh, WHY? Why would you say that? My poor batty ears!” Sunny squeaked, ears twitching and flicking this way and that as she tried to kick Daybreak off of her. “Hmm, all of this wonderful humour is making me hungry,” Daybreak said pensively, rummaging in the bag for something. “Tell me, do you like mangos, Sunny?” Sunny, in spite of herself, nodded eagerly. “I...yeah, I...I like them better than puns…” “Oh, good! Me too! They’re so sweet and juicy, and I made sure to get the very freshest, juiciest, most delicious mangos in Canterlot for our time together. Isn’t that lovely?” “Y...yahuh! I like mangos...can we skip the rest of that book and have mangos, please? I think I’d like it much better…” Sunny said hopefully, fluttering her eyelashes at her. “Well, since you asked so nicely...” Daybreak said, pulling out a big, fresh, plump juicy mango from the bag and holding it up inches from Sunny’s face. The little bat pony leaned forward to take a bite from what was effectively the batty equivalent of crack, but as she tried to clamp her jaws shut, Daybreak pulled her hand back. That big stupid horse was just teasing her! “What?” Daybreak asked. “You didn’t think that you’d be getting any, did you? Goodness me, Sunny, I’m pun-ishing you here, not giving you treats for being a naughty batty!” And with that, she took a big bite of the mango, making a rather overdramatic moaning noise as the juice flowed freely. There are very few ways to eat something like a mango in an alluring way, but she had certainly made a very respectable attempt! “P...please…” Sunny whispered, half-hoping that Daybreak wouldn’t hear her abandon her dignity. “Can...can I please have one?” “This is the only one I brought with me,” Daybreak murmured through rather slow, ponderous munches. She seemed to be seriously dragging this out, dramatically licking her lips and glancing at Sunny to see if she was getting under the batty’s skin. “But if you want a little something to eat, then you’re going to start by calling me Miss Daybreak or Mistress. ‘Ma’am’ will do as well, got me?” Sunny licked her lips, but then hurriedly looked off to the side with her signature grumpy pout. “I...no! I know what you’re up to! I’m not gonna degrade myself like that! Give me some new clothes and the rest of that mango and maybe I’ll let the jokes slide!” “Suit yourself,” Daybreak said with a dramatic sigh, licking mango juice off of her fingers before taking another slow, labourious bite. “Well, since we’re not going anywhere with this argument, I’m just gonna read you some more jokes.” “No, wait, I…” “What kind of circus performers see best in the dark?” “I don’t want to kn…” “Acro-bats!” “Oh for fuck’s sake, please stop…” Sunny gasped, choking more out of the onset of angry tears than the tightness of the collar. “Did you hear about the fire at the cheese factory?” “NO, DON’T YOU DA…” “There was de brie everywhere!” “NOOOOOOO! Please, Miss Daybreak! My poor little ears…” Sunny whimpered, eyes welling up with tears at these frankly horrible jokes. There was something so cruel about being subjected to this while this big curvy dominatrix ate a mango right in front of her. Poor little Sunny couldn’t take any more! Daybreak’s ears perked, and she looked around with a very smug grin at her poor teary-eyed little sub. “I’m sorry, what did you call me?” she asked, leaning in a little to give Sunny a great big smile. “M...Miss Daybreak?” Sunny whimpered, voice shaky and choked as she tried to avoid Daybreak’s gaze. “I’ll do anything, just...no more puns...my poor batty ears can’t take anymore! I’ll be a good little batty and take my punishment, okay? Please put the book away!” Daybreak slammed the Big Book of Dadjokes shut, setting it down on the bedside table again as she finished off the last of that mango. She ignored every chitter and squeak from her victim as she finished it off right in front of her eyes. “You mean that, do you?” she asked, licking her lips before rummaging through her bag. “Well, now that I have your attention, perhaps I’ll play around with you a little at long last, hmm?” With that, Daybreak clicked the little button on her stopwatch, freezing Sunny in place and leaving her with those teary eyes and a face frozen in the most submissive, sweet, desperate expression she could manage. Once again, she waved her hand in front of Sunny’s face, not getting so much as a blink out of her for her troubles. “It’s awfully cold in here, isn’t it?” Daybreak asked the room at large, because goodness knows Sunny couldn’t hear her. She stacked kindling in the nearby fireplace, making perfectly sure that it was in full view of her little batty friend. That would be incredibly important later. Daybreak opened up her tinder box and set the wood alight, sitting back and warming her hands by the fire. That kindling went up a treat, but without some extra fuel, it’d go out in only a few minutes! Oh dear! Glancing around at Sunny, Daybreak tapped the button on her stopwatch again, and the room returned to normal. Sunny was initially taken aback by how Daybreak had moved in an instant, but when she spotted her again, she chittered diminutively. “Please, Mistress...please play with me...I’ll be a good little batpony, just don’t read me any more puns...pleeeease…” “Well, you’re gonna be really upset with me regardless,” Daybreak replied, pulling a pair of big scissors out of the seemingly bottomless bag and snapping them open. Sunny eyed the big sharp scissors as Daybreak snapped them open and shut, creeping a little closer to her. She clutched her legs close to her chest, but the big palomino mare seemed to be uninterested in disembowelling her. Daybreak grabbed Sunny’s calf, stretching her legs out and yanking her jeans off of her ankles altogether. With a huff, she tossed them aside, watching Sunny squeak and wriggle and shake with batty fright. She grabbed the elastic of her thong and pulled it right out, and as Sunny squealed and froze out of pure terror, Daybreak snipped through the fabric of her sub’s underwear, tossing it aside as well. Setting the scissors down on the bedside table, Daybreak tore the rest of Sunny’s shirt to shreds, gathered up all of Sunny’s discarded clothes, and tossed them all into the fireplace right in front of her. “Wait, what the hell? NO! DON’T DO THAT!” Sunny yelped, as she watched her clothes burn away right in front of her. She wriggled and struggled even more, though there was absolutely no way that she’d be able to salvage her clothes or her dignity at this point. She made a very sad little batty chirp, looking up at Daybreak with tear-tracks down her cheeks and her wings furling and unfurling. “Are you feeling sorry yet, bitch?” Daybreak asked with a very low growl. “You’re in so much trouble…” she growled back, ears twitching as she tried her best to summon whatever attitude she had left. “That’s the wrong answer,” Daybreak said, tapping the button on her little stopwatch. Sunny, naked and tearful, froze completely stiff with her mouth half-open again. The big fluffy palomino guard pony sat down by Sunny, rubbing her tufted ear between thumb and forefinger. With little circular motions, she rub-rub-rubbed Sunny’s ears, which would probably feel quite odd for the poor bat pony since, to her, it’ll all happen in a single incident. Daybreak pulled Sunny’s legs out in front of her body again, spreading them just a little to expose that gorgeous soaking wet pussy of hers. For all of her fronting and grumpy batty attitude, Sunny really was a total sucker for this sort of thing. “Damn, she’s cute…” Daybreak muttered, picking up a few of the little implements she’d left nearby. The headband was the first to go on, fitting nicely over her head and giving Sunny a pair of big pink floppy bunny ears. Well, even though she was a very tearful little bat indeed, she somehow looked even more adorable. Daybreak felt a pang of jealousy for just a moment, but she wasn’t exactly about to make Sunny’s life a basket of roses. She pushed her sub over onto her side, pulling her tail out before tying it off with a scrunchie into one big bun, similar to a rabbit’s tail. Daybreak even went so far as to add a little fur dye, turning Sunny’s poor bushy bat tail from purple to white for added effect. It was always the little things that made the most difference, and with the ability to stop time like this, Daybreak could add all of the little touches she wanted to add. Daybreak tapped her chin for a moment, looking Sunny up and down and assessing her work. She drew little black whiskers on Sunny’s cheeks with black permanent marker, though getting that close to her victim let Daybreak really get a look at how wet Sunny was. “Well...maybe just for a little while…” Daybreak muttered, pushing one of Sunny’s thighs aside and leaning in to drag her tongue up between the bat pony’s pussy lips, grabbing her ass cheeks in both hands so as to hold her steady. Daybreak caught that first wonderful taste of Sunny’s mare juices, rolling her tongue and driving it deep inside just to lap as much of it up as she possibly could. Wow, she’s really getting off to this, huh? she thought to herself, flicking her tongue up over Sunny’s clit as she sat there, frozen in time. What kind of masochistic slut is she? It’s like a damn river down here… It struck Daybreak that she was a little too into this, as she was eating Sunny out with all of the eagerness of a pony who wanted to drive her partner to orgasm, and she had no such intentions. This was meant to be a punishment, after all! Just in case Sunny’s body was going to react to the teasing a little too violently, Daybreak slapped her right in the pussy with an open palm just to keep her from being able to orgasm, before driving that carrot from earlier deep into her new little bunny cosplayer’s marehood. Choosing such a big, thick one seemed to have paid off, as it visibly stretched her out just a little, making certain that it wouldn’t slip out during her punishment. A pair of fishnet stockings, a rather short black maid’s skirt and a bright red leash completed the look. Finally, Daybreak had exactly what she needed, her very own little sexy bunny rabbit to play with. As the guard pony unfroze time, Sunny was overcome with a slew of conflicting sensations all at once. There was obviously the fear and horror at having her clothes destroyed right in front of her eyes, but all of a sudden there was also a feeling like she’d just been licked and rubbed and teased to the point of orgasm before having it taken away from her at the last minute. On top of that, there was an overwhelming feeling of fullness, and when she looked down to see that carrot stuffed in her pussy, she also saw the maid’s skirt and fishnets, she let out a frightened little meep. “Wha...what did you...do to me…?” she gasped, a little breathless from the ludicrous mix of different sensations. She squeezed her knees together as she saw just how little that maid’s skirt covered. “How did you do this...without me...notic...aaah…” she trailed off, eyes crossed and ears flopped down at weird angles. Daybreak grabbed her by the collar and yanked her up to her feet, slapping her ass to encourage her to sit up straight. “Mouth open, Sunny-bunny,” Daybreak snapped, giving Sunny a slap on the other ass cheek for good measure. The little bat pony, standing at a head shorter than Daybreak, reluctantly opened her mouth. After all, there didn’t look to be any other way out of it...and there was that tiny part of her brain that wanted to know what Daybreak would do to her next. Her mistress took the last of her little toys in hand, slipping it into Sunny’s mouth and fastening the leather straps tight behind her head. It was a ring gag, big enough to accommodate a variety of discerning horsecocks while simultaneously slurring Sunny’s speech. “Your mouth is good for one thing, slut, and it isn’t talking,” Daybreak whispered savagely, giving her another tug on her leash. “Now that you’re all prettied up, how about we put your cute little ass to work?” “Wh..wha’ oo’ ‘ean?” Sunny managed, shivering as suspicions of Daybreak’s imminent torture crept into her mind. Surely she wasn’t going to… “Time to meet your public, cum-bunny,” Daybreak said brightly, tapping the button on her stopwatch again.
Highest BidderWhen Sunny came back to the here and now, she took a moment to absorb her surroundings, ears twitching and swivelling wildly. It’s got to be that fucking stopwatch… she thought to herself. It’s probably enchanted or something...damn it, I hate magic so much… She stood in a bent-over position, her wrists and neck locked in a big wooden pillory, and when she tried to look back at herself, she felt a rather cold breeze around her wet sex. Well, she must still be wearing that very short maid outfit, then! Looking around, she caught sight of ponies - a lot of ponies - and then it struck her that she was out in the middle of the marketplace again, right where everyone could see her. Her mouth was held open by that rather wide ring gag, leaving her tongue hanging out and her speech incomprehensible. Looks like there’s no way of negotiating her way out of this, either! The onset of panic made Sunny’s legs shake and her knees knock together, putting her butt up in the air as she tried to wag her tail irritably. Wait...what the fuck did she do to my tail? Why does it feel shorter? Sunny wiggled her butt uncomfortably, letting out a rather silly squeak at the feeling of that carrot stretching her out. Well, Daybreak hadn’t taken that thing out, either, and if the ponies around her back were anything as numerous as the ones around her front, they were going to get a commanding view of her bare ass, her spread legs, her ankles locked apart with a spreader bar, and a carrot driven deep into her poor neglected pussy. She bit down on the ring gag a little and closed her eyes tight shut as she seethed. If I can get that stopwatch off of that fucking bitch, I’ll get her for this. I’m not gonna let this cow get away with this twice… Sunny thought to herself, but her ears perked as Daybreak stepped up onto a nearby crate and held up a big burlap sack. “Hey there, everyone!” she called out, that blasted stopwatch hanging down from her belt on her keychain. “I’ve got a big present for you today. Here we have a cute little submissive slut called Sunny, and she’s been a very naughty little bunny. Look at her, doesn’t she just look adorable?” Sunny’s eyes snapped open. She made a very angry noise in a vain attempt to indicate that she was in fact a very tough pony and nothing like an adorable little bunny, but all that came out of her mouth with that gag on was a string of whimpers and gibberish. The crowd, however, clapped and cheered, and there were quite a few stallions - some of them quite alarmingly large - who seemed to really approve of her. They let out whoops and cheers, giving Sunny looks that could only be described as ‘hungry.’ The poor little batpony looked away hurriedly, trying to push her knees together that little bit more, trying to cover her soaking wet pussy. It wouldn’t do to look like she was into it. Er...not that she was into it! Of course not, that’s ridiculous. “Of course, we’re gonna be punishing this cheeky bunny for being very naughty indeed, and that means that we’re not gonna let her get off to this, but I do have some wonderful alternatives for you!” Daybreak continued, apparently ignoring Sunny’s desperate angry bat chitters. “So, prices! It’ll be two bits to fuck her face, four to take her in her tight little ass, and if you wanna use her wings, then go ahead! They’re free!” Sunny blanched. She wasn’t about to have her body rented out as a fucktoy to everyone in Canterlot for such a low price, was she? The very notion made her wiggle her butt in a vain attempt to get out of that little trap and give Daybreak a slap right across her cheeks, but the guard pony was already collecting donations. There seemed to be quite a few interested parties, and Sunny couldn’t quite count them all as they queued up to give Daybreak their money. Seriously, though, Daybreak wasn’t mean enough to turn her into a two-bit whore, was she? Daybreak led the first of Sunny’s would-be suitors up onto the pillory dias, patting him on the butt and gesturing towards Sunny’s mouth. The poor little batpony could only watch and wiggle her butt as the stallion dropped a few coins in Daybreak’s bag and unzipped his pants, putting a finger under Sunny’s chin to tilt her head up to examine her. “You’re sure she can take it?” he asked, looking back at Daybreak. “I’m sure you can squeeze it in there. She deepthroats like a champ, so don’t hold back. You wouldn’t believe what you can fit in there if you just try.” The stallion shrugged, rummaging in his pants and pulling out his dick, still a little limp but already quite thick and long. Sunny made a little panicked squeaky noise as she saw the size of it, looking up at him with her big watery purple eyes. How on earth was she going to fit that thing in her mouth? As it so happened, the ring gag forced Sunny’s mouth open quite wide, and her tongue could hang quite comfortably out of it, even if she was forced to drool just a little. As it happened, it was also able to accommodate that stallion’s dick quite comfortably as well, and Sunny’s tongue was pushed to the side as he drove his dick into her wet, complaining little mouth. The hapless little bat pony’s eyes rolled back into her head as she took him by inches, making nervous gulping noises as he depressed her tongue and pushed the flared tip of his cock all the way in to the back of her throat. Sunny feverishly breathed through her nose as he hilted in her mouth, wiggling his hips around to make her squeak as his cock shifted around inside of her. That felt weird, but above all, it felt filling. “Mmmph...mmm m mmmph…”* Sunny mumbled, strained tears running down her cheeks as she took in the full brunt of the humiliation she was being subjected to. As he hardened in her mouth, ponies whooped and cheered all around her, egging the stallion on as he started face-fucking her. He grabbed handfuls of her mane to brace himself, making her gulp and gag with each powerful thrust into her throat. By this point, he was hard enough that his median ring was trapped in her mouth by the ring gag, so there was only so much that he would be able to pull back before thrusting in again. Sunny clenched her hands into fists as she strained to breathe, wiggling her butt as she did what probably passed for struggling. Unfortunately for her, this had some unforseen consequences**, as not a moment later she felt something prod against her asshole. Sunny had no way to get out of this with her ankles in that spreader bar, which itself seemed to be bolted to the ground, and all she could do was wiggle her butt pathetically as someone pushed the flared head of their dick against her tight little asshole. The carrot in her pussy shifted around with her wiggling, but ultimately it was all for naught, as with a strained shout and a rather hard push, the second stallion pushed his hard cock into her asshole, stretching it out wide and causing quite a sting without lubing up first. Sunny’s attempt at a pained little squeal was silenced by the guy in front of her forcing her to deepthroat him once more. “Holy fuck…” gasped the stallion behind her, “...I thought she was meant to be a total slut...how the fuck is she so tight…” “You were...nnngh...supposed to use lube, dumbass…” growled the other, slamming his dick as far down Sunny’s throat as he could manage. Sunny gagged hard, flapping her wings furiously as she struggled to accommodate him. “She’ll...she’ll get her lube…” he replied, smacking Sunny’s ass as hard as he could, leaving a big red handprint on her left buttock and coaxing a breathless shriek from the poor bat pony. “Come on, cum-bunny! Let’s see you put your back into it!” “Mmmph…”*** Sunny moaned softly, looking up at the stallion in front of her ever so hopefully. The stallion ignored her, picking up his pace and groaning as his big heavy balls slapped against her sopping wet little chin. Sunny tried to reciprocate for the guy behind her, pushing her hips back against his own with each powerful thrust to force him in deeper. Her poor little ass was sore from the pounding she was taking, but each thrust from that stallion behind her also forced the carrot in her pussy up against her g-spot, and as much as she wanted to avoid showing it, part of her really liked that. “Nngh...gonna cum…” the stallion in front of her growled, closing his eyes as he sped up, slamming his hips against Sunny’s ballooned fluffy cheeks. She could feel his cock twitch and pulse in her mouth as he face-fucked her that much faster, and it was all she could do to take in a deep, shaky breath before it was too late. He couldn’t pull his dick out with his median ring still jammed in there, so when he finally did cum, he pushed his cock as far into her throat as possible, letting fly with a stream of hot, sticky jizz that she couldn’t even hope to swallow all in one go. Some of it shot out of her nose, while even more exploded out of her mouth around his shaft as Sunny let out a gurgling yelp. He didn’t even try to pull back until he was finished using her as a cum-dumpster, finally able to pull his dick out of the ring gag as he softened. A mix of saliva and jizz dripped down Sunny’s muzzle and chin as she let her tongue hang stupidly out of her mouth again, letting out a tiny squeak with each thrust behind her. “‘a...’an’ ‘oo…” Sunny whimpered as he stood back, watching her struggle to draw breath. He whispered in Daybreak’s ear, and after a little negotiation she handed over the permanent marker she’d used to give Sunny her whiskers. The stallion crouched down in front of Sunny, scrawling a surprisingly legible ‘I SWALLOW’ on her forehead. The poor little pony strained to look up at her forehead to see what he’d written, but it was an exercise in futility. She’d have to find out later, but it probably wasn’t good… Sunny barely had time to think about what on earth that message could’ve been, because just then another pony grabbed one of her wings, stretching it out just a little to inspect it. She knew right away why he was doing that, but there was no way for her to pull it back in while she was being so brutally and painfully pounded by that thick guy behind her. She tried her best to stay focussed on her breathing and grinding against that stallion as he wrecked her ass, while the newcomer wrapped her wing around his own member and started to thrust gently up against her, effectively using her wing as his own personal fuck-toy. “Gah...you’re too fucking tight…” the stallion behind her snarled, giving her another smack on the ass. Sunny knew the feeling all too well, the way he throbbed inside of her and showed no sign of wanting to pull out. He was close - damn close - and fucking Sunny’s ass like this was doing nothing for her but nudging that carrot just a little with each thrust. That might be the closest she could hope for as far as pleasure is concerned. Sure enough, not a moment later he finally slammed his hips up against her ass cheeks, letting out a loud moan as he pumped her tight little ass full of spunk. Sunny’s eyes crossed as she felt that warm, thick cum filling her up, ears twitching wildly as some of it spilled out around that stallion’s dick and down her legs. He clapped his hands for the first stallion to toss him that marker, and with some similarly impressive penmanship, he printed the words ‘COCK SOCK’ across her cute, reddened ass cheeks. Poor Sunny slumped a little in her restraints, half-formed plans for savage revenge giving away to incoherent pleading as another client pressed the tip of his dick up against her muzzle. “Come on, guys, Sunny-bunny can take way more than that in one go!” Daybreak crooned. “Don’t be shy! Just pile on her! Trust me, not only is she a criminal, but she’s got one hell of an attitude on her, too. She’s earned this!” Sunny tried to squeak angrily about how she didn’t have an attitude, but she was cut off by the new guy grabbing her by the ears and driving his dick into her mouth, turning her incoherent babble into a choked little gulping noise. Her wing, sensitive as it was, tingled as the stallion fucking her there squirted a string of precum across it, causing Sunny to squeeze her eyes shut and try to pin her ears back. This was so embarrassing, but with her nostrils filled with the smell of cum and the feeling of that dick in her mouth, somehow that embarrassment was secondary. Was it too much for someone to take that carrot out and use their dick instead? Daybreak led over a few other hopeful stallions, and Sunny’s trapped hands were forcibly closed around a pair of dicks, while another guy mounted her from behind and yet another grabbed her by her remaining wing. Sunny didn’t know what to focus on - the cheering of the crowd, the stallions who’d closed her fingers around their cocks as they fucked her, the guys using her wings as jizz rags, or the guy behind her abusing her cum-filled little ass. At least this time, when he drove his dick into her, there was some kind of lubrication, but Sunny still let out a muffled whine at the feeling of being stretched like that. The stallion in front of her made his presence felt too, and while he wasn’t quite as thick as the last guy to face-fuck her, he was even longer and already hard as a rock. He looped his hand around the back of Sunny’s head, pushing his hips up against her face as he jammed his cock down her throat. Sunny gagged and struggled to breathe, overwhelmed and overstimulated by all of the attention she was getting, all of the ways she was being used. The guy in front of her barely registered her tears or her cute little batty eyes. There really was no way that she could get out of this one! With each powerful thrust, Sunny gagged and choked on his dick, deprived of oxygen and struggling to keep her head in the game. She didn’t exactly need to - given how she was being used as an oversized fuck toy, there really wasn’t much that she had to do - but in amidst her wildest, most secret fantasies being fulfilled, and the feeling of overwhelming embarrassment, came the realisation that she was going to pass out if she wasn’t careful. Still, that wouldn’t be the worst thing, right? Sunny’s urgent squeaking was completely ignored by the guy fucking her face, who slammed his hips up against her lips as she struggled to take that big cock of his down her throat. Sunny gasped a little, doing her best to draw breath in between thrusts, but it was no use. She finally passed out, realising all too well that she was now at the mercy of every stallion in the marketplace. And there wasn’t going to be any mercy whatsoever. * * * When Sunny came to, the first thing she noticed was the relative silence of the marketplace. Her head and wrists were still locked in the pillory, but there wasn’t a stallion to be seen. In fact, the warmth and weird tingling sensation all over her body was the remaining cum dribbling off of her...and boy, was there a lot. Sunny’s mouth and nose leaked jizz like she’d just taken a huge load right down her throat, her face was covered, and by the feel of it, so were her wings and back, not to mention her poor tortured ass. Heck, when she moved her head, she felt the strange tingly sensation of someone’s jizz dribbling down her cheek. Really? Had someone really cum on her mane as well? As she took in her surroundings, she caught sight of Daybreak, counting the money in her bag with a cheeky little grin. “Aarck!” Sunny bellowed intelligently. The ring gag made it difficult to speak clearly, as did the numbness of her jaw after having her face fucked several dozen times, but it was enough to get Daybreak’s attention. “Oh, you’re awake at last, are you?” Daybreak asked, getting to her feet and prancing over. “You know, it’s very rude to fall asleep when you’re servicing a client. You really should be ashamed of yourself.” Sunny glared at Daybreak momentarily, but she couldn’t keep up any pretense of anger after being fucked and used like that. She couldn’t even feel her legs, let alone summon the strength to try and babble something at her. Fortunately, Daybreak was a merciful mistress, and she unclipped the straps keeping Sunny’s ring gag on, letting it drop out of her mouth with a clank. Sunny opened and closed her mouth a few times, gasping and chittering angrily as she tried to come to her senses. “Your pillory’s unlocked, and you’ll be glad to know that I made a pretty big profit today! Your community service is complete, Sunny. Isn’t that wonderful?” Daybreak asked, beaming. Sunny made a very grumbly noise, snapping half-heartedly at Daybreak before slumping a little once more. The palomino guard pony swung the pillory open, at least giving Sunny the opportunity to heft herself out of it and hop home. “Oh, but you’d better watch out, sweetie,” Daybreak added, letting Sunny get down on her hands and knees. “Public nudity is a pretty serious crime, too. You wouldn’t want to get in more trouble, would you?” “N...no, Miss Daybreak…” Sunny mumbled. “Sorry, Miss Daybreak…” “There’s a good little bunny,” Daybreak chuckled, petting her behind the ear and heading off to grab her bag full of money. “Now, you stay out of trouble, and remember what happens when you mess with me, Sunny Bunny. I can get /way/ more creative than this!” Sunny watched Daybreak go, seething just a little as she slumped down onto her face. It was all that stupid stopwatch. It had to be giving her an advantage somehow, surely… “I’ll..get you for...th…” Sunny muttered vaguely, before dragging herself off of the dais and crawling back towards home, at least until she could feel her hands and legs again. As for the writing all over her body...she’d have to find a mirror before she could see its full extent. The sheer number of little lines printed across her ass to indicate her partners was in the dozens, and her body was covered with messages such as “SQUEEZE MY TITTIES” and “I FUCK LIKE A RABBIT.” Her wings were each helpfully marked with a massive “CUM RAG” message on each one, and her chin had “JIZZ TROUGH” printed across it for good measure. She really did look like a perfect little cum-dumpster. Still, she didn’t have to know about any of that until she got home. Until then, she could keep swearing bloody revenge on that cheeky little guard pony who’d outwitted her twice, now. * * * Daybreak, meanwhile, snickered and cackled to herself as she took that stopwatch off of her belt again, turning it over in her hands and letting out cute little squeaky horse laughs as she imagined the possibilities. “I think that I’ve done my part for the community by getting that dangerous felon out of the way…” Daybreak muttered, eyes glinting evilly. “Now, let’s see who else we can play with…” Author's Note * Sub-titled: “Now come on, I’m sure we can work this out! I am, after all, a very reasonable, sweet and kind little batty. Can we settle this over a cup of tea, perhaps?” **Not that unforseen, really. *** “I say, old bean! Sure is a good ol’ day for a spot of cock-pounding ball-bouncing debauchery, eh what?”
