Guess Who's Bat, Bat Again...

Travelling 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.