Guess Who's Bat, Bat Again...

Daybreak 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…”