Sunny's Revenge

Chapters

Pick-Me-Up
Caught in a Bare Trap
Inconsistent Technology
Once you go bat, you never go back

Pick-Me-Up

Marigold the bat pony glanced up from her copy of Kawaii Bat Monthly as someone knocked on her apartment door. It wasn't every day that she got visitors this late at night, but she shrugged it off as Sunny forgetting her key again. Probably lost it while she was out clubbing.

I really have the world's most useless sister... Marigold thought to herself, stretching her legs and adjusting her flannel pajamas as she shuffled over to the front door.

"All right, all right. I'm here, okay?" she said huffily, as her late night visitor banged on the door again. "You'd better not have lost that key, you dumbass..."

When Marigold swung the door wide open, however, she clammed right up as she saw the compromising state that her sister was in. Sunny was butt naked,.one arm clasped across her tits whilst she did what she could to cover her pussy with her other hand. Her tail was bunched up and dyed white to resemble a bunny's, and the poor thing was covered from head to toe in body writing and stallion jizz. Judging by the way that cum dripped down her inner thighs, it was obvious that more than a couple of her partners had decided to fill her up, top. Marigold raised an eyebrow inquisitively, stepping aside to let her poor wrecked sister inside.

"Who did you piss off?" Marigold asked, more impressed than angry at the sheer volume of cum dripping off of Sunny and making a mess of the floor.

"Fuck you," Sunny growled, shivering and moaning ever so slightly as she staggered her way to the bathroom to wash up. "I need a drink and some new clothes right fucking now..."

"What happened to the ones I got for you last week?" Marigold asked. "Don't tell me that you lost them! Those were expensive!"

"I didn't lose them!" Sunny snarled, staggering into the shower and turning on the hot water. "It was that fucking magic time-stopping hippo who keeps fucking with me!"

Marigold sat back on the sofa, running her hands through her long purple hair. She settled for burying herself in her magazine again.

"You know how crazy that sounds, right?"

"Don't care!" Sunny shouted over the sound of the shower. "That bitch uses her magic to fuck around with me, and I'm gonna get her!"

"Is this the same bitch who threw you into a pocket dimension to get your clothes ripped off last week?" Marigold asked dully, busying herself with an article entitled 'Ear Tufts: How can yours be the fluffiest of all?'

"Yeah, her," Sunny grumbled, barely audible over the rushing water. "That stupid bitch and her big stupid muzzle stripe. I'll get her for this, just you wait and see."

"You're going to blow it," Marigold commented.

"Bite me, Goldie!"

"Just saying, she's kicked your ass two-nil so far..."

"Yeah, well, she caught me unawares that time, but I'm gonna get her this time! She's gonna get the ass kicking of a lifetime and she's never gonna see it coming!"

"Sunny, she's almost definitely going to see it coming," Marigold said with a sigh. "Are you going to let me help with this, or are you going to be a stubborn little jerk?"

Sunny merely huffed in reply, stepping out of the shower and shivering a little in the cold. The little bat pony rummaged through Marigold's laundry basket, helping herself to the contents. She pulled one of Marigold's shirts on, chittering grumpily at how baggy it was on her. Marigold was a good bit taller and more busty than Sunny.

"Please, you're acting like I can't wreck that big fat bitch's ass all by myself!" she snorted, wriggling her way into a pair of panties.

"You can't..."

"Oh yeah?,I'll show you," Sunny snapped, squeezing into a pair of skinny jeans and stepping out of the bathroom. "She'll be all mine by the end of the night. You'll see! I'll wreck her right in front of the whole city and see how she likes it!"

"Wow, you sound passionate," Marigold commented. "You sure that there isn't more to this than just revenge?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Oh, nothing! Just, you know, you seem pretty fixated on getting your own back on this pony...almost like you just wanna get in trouble again..."

"You don't know what the fuck you're talking about," Sunny growled, looking down at herself to make certain that her body writing was covered up. At least she was semi-decent. It would have to do.

"Your legs are clamped together," Marigold observed.

"Not listening! Revenge plans! Very important!" Sunny squeaked, hurrying to the front door and grabbing her ears to block out those baseless accusations.

"Oooh, it's true!"

"Nope, not true! Go fuck yourself! Leaving now!" Sunny yelped, rushing out of Marigold's apartment and slamming the door behind her.

"YOU OWE ME SOME NEW CLOTHES IF YOU LOSE THOSE!" Marigold shouted, as the hurried footsteps of her embarrassed batty sister died away.. With an amused little sigh, she checked her watch and took note of the time.

Let's see how long she lasts on her own.. she mused.

* * *

Sunny growled angrily when she arrived back in the marketplace, glancing around and finding no sign of Daybreak. In fact, save for a few snickering stallions and a cum-drenched pillory nearby, there was no evidence that that guard pony had ever been there. Obviously she’d made off with the money earned by Sunny’s ‘community service.’

“Hey, you!” she barked at a nearby pony, one of only a few who was still there at this late hour.

“Er...me?”

“Who the fuck else would I be talking to?” Sunny scoffed. “Did you see a big fat palomino run by here? Big hips, big ass, bright white muzzle stripe? Cackling and holding onto a big bag full of money?”

“Oh, you mean that guard pony? Yeah, I saw someone like her,” the stallion* replied with a nod. “She was giggling like crazy and had a huuuge bag full of bits. Dunno how she could’ve possibly gotten her hands on all of that money in such a short time. She must’ve been selling something damn good!”

He stopped and took a step back when he saw the look on Sunny’s face.

“She...she went that way…” he stammered, pointing off towards the guard barracks down towards the palace.

Sunny narrowed her eyes, twitching her ears and baring her batty fangs.

“Oh, she did, did she? Well, maybe it’s about time I gave her a taste of her own medicine,” Sunny muttered. “She’s gonna have one hell of a wake up call, heh heh heh…”

A moment of silence, and then…

“You know, everyone could hear you say that,” the stallion pointed out. “Just saying.”

“Oh, shut up.”

* * *

The next morning, Daybreak stepped out into the streets, letting out a squeaky little pony yawn as she stretched. She wore a pair of boots, combat pants and a white shirt that showed off more than a little of her bra outline. She hadn’t been able to find a shirt that was quite big enough for her chest.**

She always slipped out of the base early in the morning, ostensibly to go for an early morning run. However, since that run route always seemed to pass by the local Starbucks, Daybreak couldn’t avoid taking a quick peek inside now and then...and occasionally grabbing a pumpkin spice latte of her very own. Today was one of those days.

As she jogged down the street with her little plastic cup, her ears perked at the sound of cackling from a nearby alley. Caught between a sense of duty and her natural nosiness, Daybreak peeked around the corner to see what on earth was going on.

Sunny hung overhead from an old fire escape balcony, loading a crossbow up with a rather oversized bolt. Instead of a steel head, the projectile was tipped with a broad glass capsule full of a strange pink liquid.

“Stupid fucking muzzlehorse…” Sunny muttered, piling up her rather unusual potion-tipped bolts next to the large crossbow. “She thinks she’s /soooo/ smart...well, we’ll see how smart she is when I turn her into a begging little slut. One whiff of this stuff and she’ll be all mine…”

Daybreak drew back from the alleyway, slurping thoughtfully on her latte. Clearly that batty hadn’t learned her lesson last night, and Daybreak did have all the time she needed…

With a shrug, she stepped through the front door of the apartment building.

* * *

Sunny, working with considerable care, screwed another conical flask onto one of her crossbow bolt shafts, giggling wickedly to herself. She checked her watch, checking to make sure that she was still early for the wakeup call at the barracks. Sunny was understandably eager to make sure that she wasn’t late for when Daybreak would be doing her morning exercises...surrounded by so many stallions who’d also be breathing in that lust formula. It was too perfect! Revenge at last!

“Say, ma’am, do you have the time?” came a voice from behind her. By the sound of the newcomer’s voice, it was probably some old lady, not really a threat to the overall plan.

After all, it couldn’t be Daybreak putting on a rather convincing old lady voice! No way. That would just be silly!

“Yeah, it’s ten to six,” Sunny muttered absently, not looking around. “Nearly time for the guards to come out to play. All of the guards, heh heh heh…”

“Oh boy gee willikers, you’ve got a thing for one of the guards, have ya?” asked not-Daybreak, picking up one of the readied bolts as Sunny adjusted the sights on the crossbow.

“You could say that…”

“Well, I sure hope you catch their eye! So, what’s with the clever little contraption there?” the-pony-who-certainly-wasn’t-Daybreak asked, leaning against the doorframe behind Sunny.

“This stuff’s expensive, so don’t go fucking around with it,” Sunny growled. “It’s some alchemical shit I picked up from this mare down the road. You breathe it in or drink it and you get reeeeal horny reeeeeal fast.”

“Are you sure it works?”

“It’ll work. Trust me, ten minutes from now when that fat bitch is on her knees tearing her clothes off for the first stallion who looks her way, you and me will have front row seats to see it work…”

Not-Daybreak gave a huff, taking the lid off of her Starbucks cup and pouring the contents of the conical flask inside. She gave the whole concoction a stir and popped the lid back on, setting it down next to Sunny.

“Oh, well, I’m sure that whoever you’ve got it in for, she’s not fat, just curvy,” she said, not at all defensively. “Still, good luck with that! I’ll leave this coffee with you so that you’re awake for your big moment. Happy hunting, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, get the hell out of here, would you? I don’t need some old cow talking my ear off when I’m trying to shoot,” Sunny scoffed. The slam of the door behind her told the little bat pony that whoever that old bint was, she was long gone. Sunny glanced down at the coffee cup, picking it up and taking a speculative sip.

Nice of her to leave the coffee, I guess. Hope it doesn’t make me too jittery to aim right… she thought to herself, downing the rest of the cup’s contents. It tasted like a pretty weak latte, but it was enough to keep her awake.

Sunny loaded up her weapon and slipped the last of the bolts into a quiver. She had enough to take that pony out and allow for a few misses, and that was all she needed. The bat pony dropped down from the fire escape balcony and peeked out into the street, searching around for the guards on their early-morning speed march through the city streets.

Still, it was a little difficult to look out for Daybreak with that rather weird feeling between her legs.

“What the…?” Sunny breathed, looking down at herself as her fur stood on end. She panted a little, lowering the crossbow and watching her small chest heaving as the most incredible heat overcame her. Sunny’s ears perked up and her wings flapped out, feeling a powerful pressure building up in her loins and a lightness in her head.

Wait...I didn’t touch the formula...what the fuck happened…? Sunny thought vaguely, sinking to her knees and panting more desperately. Her hands shook, and after a few moments of struggling to keep focus, her crossbow clattered to the ground, discarded. Sunny’s cheeks grew more pink as she clamped her hands between her thighs, cursing the denim of her jeans for getting in the way.

This has got to be her fault… Sunny thought to herself, as the button of her jeans slipped through her shaking fingers and she swore under her breath. She must’ve tricked me somehow...fuck...when I get my hands on her...I...I’ll...oh my god I can’t take this. Revenge later...gotta do something about this...fuck this fucking button…

“You look like you’re in a little trouble,” came a voice from behind Sunny. The bat pony looked around, spotting Daybreak leaning against the wall of the alley with an empty conical flask in hand.

“Oh no...not you…” Sunny gasped, eyes darting from the bottle in Daybreak’s hand to the mare’s face with a mix of malice and desperation. “Fuck off...this is all your fault…”

“Conspiracy to commit an assault on an officer?” Daybreak chuckled, tossing the flask away and pulling Sunny to her feet. “That’s a pretty serious crime, Sunny Bunny...nice tail, by the way…”

“Bi...bite me…” Sunny whispered, still feverishly trying to unbutton her jeans with her shaking hands, even with Daybreak blatantly watching. She could feel that burning in her crotch, that desperation to be filled up, fucked and brought to orgasm...and she didn’t care who did it.

“You know, you’re such a masochist that I wouldn’t be surprised if you got off to that,” Daybreak commented, horn flaring bright amber. Sunny’s wrists were caught in Daybreak’s magical clutches, drawn away from her needy little pussy and pulled behind her back. Daybreak stepped forward and pushed Sunny up against the wall.

“Do you want me to help you out, Sunny?” Daybreak whispered in her little tufted ear. “You want me to get those jeans off of you and fuck you until you collapse?”

“N...Y...yeeeees…” Sunny whined quietly.

“What kind of a plea was that? Let’s hear it, louder this time!”

“YES!”

“YES, WHAT?”

“YES, I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME! PLEEEEHEEHEEEEASE!” Sunny squealed, rubbing her thighs together and just about tearing up out of desperation. “Please, Miss Daybreak...my poor little batty pussy...I can’t get my jeans off all by myself…”

“See, that’s more like it!” Daybreak chuckled brightly, reaching down and unbuttoning Sunny’s jeans, tugging them down to her knees and examining her soaking wet panties. “My goodness, you poor thing. This wasn’t one of your better schemes, was it?”

“I...n...no, Miss Daybreak…”

“Still…” Daybreak continued, running a finger lightly over the material of her panties to send the tiniest little shock of sensation up Sunny’s pussy, “at least there are ways to make this work to our advantage, right?”

“Ye...yes...Miss Daybreak…” Sunny panted, “Please...please fuck me...pleeeeease...I’m so warm...I neeeed it…”

“You’re too loud, bitch,” Daybreak commented, looking down at Sunny sternly as her horn flared even more brightly.

Sunny yelped as Daybreak pulled at the bat pony’s panties with her magic, tugging at her soaked undergarments with every intention of ripping them off completely. Of course, this had the side effect of severely tightening the fabric against Sunny’s crotch, rubbing up against her clit and up between her pussy lips as Daybreak tugged. The little bat pony let out a shameless wail as she was inadvertently teased like this, not even caring who heard her at this point. Finally, with a rather cathartic riiiiip, Daybreak tore Sunny’s panties clean off, taking them in hand and wrapping them around her sub’s mouth and nose as a sort of improvised gag. Sunny was forced to breathe in the aroma of her own pussy juices, loaded with hormones as they were, which only pushed her even further into cum-drunk insanity.

“You’re so loud, slut,” Daybreak whispered, keeping Sunny up against the wall with one hand as the other crept down between the bat pony’s thighs. “If you don’t keep it down, everyone in Canterlot’s gonna hear you. You don’t want to add ‘disturbing the peace’ to your list of charges, do you?”

“Mmmph...n...nnmmm…” Sunny answered, looking up at Daybreak with the most tearful, pleading eyes she could muster.

The unicorn’s fingers slipped easily between Sunny’s legs and up between her pussy lips. With her jeans stuck halfway down her legs, Sunny couldn’t spread her legs as far as she’d like, but she had the most wonderful thigh gap that Daybreak was all too happy to exploit. The guard pony drew her hand back, running her fingers up between Sunny’s pussy lips and over her sensitive little clit. The bat pony’s writhing and whining told Daybreak that that was exactly the kind of attention that her sub craved.

“Are you sorry, Sunny?” she whispered, keeping her hand so tantalisingly close that Sunny could feel it hovering less than an inch from her pussy.

“Mm...yeeemmm!” Sunny squealed, nodding vigorously as she tried her hardest to lower herself down onto Daybreak’s fingers. She needed this, bad.

The guard pony kept away for just a moment more, before leaning in and nipping at Sunny’s shoulder blade, pressing her fingers up against her sub’s pussy in one smooth motion. Sunny gave a muffled sigh of relief as Daybreak got to work, rubbing her clit in little circles with her surprisingly nimble fingers. Sunny felt herself go weak in the knees again, toes curling as she forgot all of the dignity and attitude that she worked so hard to maintain in her day-to-day life. The alchemical concoction she’d drunk had somehow made all of that seem so much less important. Here, in this little alleyway, she was getting exactly what she wanted.

“Now, who’s a grateful little slut-bunny?” Daybreak whispered in Sunny’s ear, relinquishing her teasing to force her index and middle fingers deep into Sunny’s soaking, tight little pussy.

“M...mmmmm!” Sunny cried out, cheeks burning hotly as Daybreak bit down on her ear tip and gave it a gentle tug, fingers pumping into her dripping sex in a search for her g-spot. The meaning behind that muffled cry was easy enough to understand.***

Daybreak shifted the focus of her magic, letting go of Sunny’s wrists and instead turning her attention to her ero zones. She sent pulses of powerful amber magic directly through Sunny’s clit, giving the same overall effect as having a bullet vibrator strapped to her most sensitive spots. Sunny tensed up, squeezing her eyes tight shut and nodding furiously. Oooh, she liked that.

“Are you close, slut?” Daybreak whispered, jackhammering her fingers up into Sunny’s pussy with a lusty little growl. She paid close attention to Sunny’s body language, watching her tense up and twitch as she came closer and closer to her inevitable orgasm.

Sunny could say nothing, focussing on just trying to breathe as she was teased, played with and pinned by this pony. One temporarily forgotten part of her mind was screaming at her to punch Daybreak, but it went completely ignored. All that mattered was cumming, getting that incredible tension and overwhelming desire sated once and for all. She nodded briskly.

That’s when Daybreak did something incredibly cruel. Horn flaring again, she drew her fingers out of Sunny’s marehood and intensified her magic, pulsing it all the faster against her clit. Sunny tensed up, feeling all of that build-up come to a head. She drew in a deep breath, the taste and smell of her own mare juices helping to drive her over the edge…

And then, Daybreak stopped playing with her, at the exact moment that Sunny was pushed to an unavoidable orgasm. She let out a desperate cry as she rode out her climax. In spite of all of the playing that Daybreak had done, in that moment Sunny’s orgasm was ruined, denying her that moment of total satisfaction she craved. She squirted violently, soaking her own jeans and the ground between her feet, but as she came down from her climax and the effects of the potion, Sunny felt horribly empty and denied, realising too late that Daybreak wasn’t going to just let her cum that easily.

“N...nmmm….” she wheezed.

The guard pony seemed to understand, patting her on the back sympathetically.

“Sucks, doesn’t it?” Daybreak asks. “I bet that you didn’t get a wink of sleep last night, all to try and get your own back at me, and now you don’t even get an orgasm for your trouble.”

Sunny nodded. At the moment, it didn’t seem quite so important to tell her that she was nocturnal, and it’d be difficult with panties stuffed in her mouth, anyway.

“Sounds as if someone could use a little aftercare!” Daybreak whispered brightly, pulling Sunny away from the wall. The bat pony collapsed right into Daybreak’s arms, head pressed up against her chest. She was well and truly spent.

Oh no...not aftercare...no...it’s bad enough that I got humiliated like this, but...but aftercare means...hugs…

Sunny tried to struggle a little, but she was completely knackered from the long night of planning her revenge. All of her half-hearted wriggling was misinterpreted by Daybreak as Sunny trying to snuggle in closer, and the guard pony obliged, pulling her sub close to her chest and petting her behind the ears.

“Oh, you’re such a snuggly bat!” Daybreak crooned, squeezing Sunny a little tighter and smushing her face into her ample bosom.

I hate you so much...this isn’t over, bitch… Sunny thought to herself, her growling completely muffled at this point.

Still, there were worse places to be...

Author's Note

* Who is too unimportant to the plot to actually receive a name.

** At least, that was her excuse.

*** "Oh golly gosh, I do love being a batty little cock-wallet! I’m almost brain-dead enough to like Lipton tea!"

Caught in a Bare Trap

Marigold stood in front of her bathroom mirror, brushing her purple mane and swaying her hips to the sound of the little radio on her vanity.

“And we’re back with Bat Pony Radio, with all of your favourite batty musicians. Flap your wings and chitter for the only song we have on this radio station! That’s right...it’s Meatloaf...again…”

Marigold was so caught up by her own reflection* that the first she knew of Sunny’s return to the apartment was the outraged batpony bursting through the door and collapsing on the couch with a grumpy thud.

“Sooo, how did it go?” Marigold asked, not looking out into the living room. She knew exactly how it had gone, and was doing her very best to suppress a smile.

“Bite me,” Sunny grumbled back, her mouth full of sofa cushion as she tried to get comfortable. Running all the way back here without panties had been bad enough, what with the denim rubbing up against her tortured little pussy as it was, but that paled in comparison to the horror of showing Marigold her face.

Still, when her big sister came out of the bathroom and gave her a look over, it was all too obvious that Sunny’s morning hadn’t exactly gone her way. Her hair was bedraggled and her body still shook a little from the teasing and horrible orgasm she’d had...and worse still, Sunny’s ears were covered in bite marks from having someone nip at them. Somehow, that didn’t exactly scream ‘dominant bat pony.’

“That bad, huh?” Marigold asked, whistling under her breath and sitting down on Sunny’s legs as she lay on the couch. “So, was she any good?”

“Ye...no!” Sunny barked, rolling over very deliberately so that Marigold would slide off of her onto the floor. “She’s really getting on my nerves! I had a perfect plan and she just went and ruined it! Stupid fucking sugar-chugging whore..."

"Kind of turned the tables on you, did she?" Marigold asked, getting back to her feet with an angry chitter. "So, are you ready to ask me for help, yet?"

“Goldie, I’ve got this, okay? I’ve already come up with a new plan and everything.”

“Oh, boy…”

“Yeah, thanks for the vote of confidence, Goldie,” Sunny huffed, sitting up and pulling her knees up to her chest. “Look, I got this bitch’s whole schedule from a guy I know, and I know when she’s got her afternoon yoga classes. All I have to do is get that stopwatch off of her while she’s distracted and she’s all mine!”

Marigold gave her a long look.

“I hope you know that you’ve still got ‘I swallow’ written on your forehead,” she said, after a moment’s contemplation. It was the only response she really had to such a bizarre plan.

“Shut the fuck up, Goldie,” Sunny said, getting to her feet and making her way to the door a little too gingerly. Marigold raised an eyebrow.

“Sunny,” she asked. “What happened to those panties?”

Sunny mumbled something incoherent and chittery.

“Sorry? Didn’t catch that.”

The little batpony avoided her sister’s gaze as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Her unusual walk had given away her discomfort.

“I...she kind of...tore them off…” Sunny muttered. “Like, hard…”

“Yeah, you owe me for those,” Marigold said, crossing her arms as her sister shuffled out of the apartment.

“Yeah...fine…” Sunny huffed vaguely. “I’m gonna need to get a new suit for this plan, anyways…”

* * *

Sunny walked out of her own apartment not three hours later wearing her all new spandex catsuit,** stretching a little and looking down at herself critically. The material hugged her butt quite nicely, and a new pair of knickers ensured that her stealthy little catsuit didn’t clutch her too tightly in the wrong places. It was an improvement, at least!

“Right then, Miss Muzzlehorse,” she muttered, stepping out into the streets and pulling a black woolen beanie down over her head to hide the conspicuous writing across her forehead. “Let’s see if you like getting humiliated as much as I d...don’t…”

Swearing under her breath, she set off in search of her unwitting victim. If her timing was just right, she’d catch Daybreak right in the middle of her yoga class, with her stopwatch tucked away in her locker...

* * *

Daybreak, meanwhile, had enjoyed a very lovely day indeed. After what had been a rather eventful start to the day, she’d been on time to all of her exercises for the first time ever through the magic of time-stopping, and she’d been allowed to go home early because her commanding officer had mysteriously been found in possession of her drawers whilst in the middle of a lecture about some disciplinary matter or other. Daybreak was a free mare, and had a little time extra to spend causing mischief with her new watch.

The big palomino mare walked down the street with her duffel bag over one shoulder, tossing her stopwatch in the air every so often. It was, after all, what innocent ponies do, and Daybreak was eager to appear innocent, if only temporarily.

Still, as she made her way down towards her yoga club, a pair of stallions caught her eye. They were both pretty tough-looking gents, each with a pair of great big wings and little attire beyond jeans and a shirt. Daybreak stopped in her tracks, looking them up and down momentarily, though it would be more fair to say that she was undressing them with her eyes. With those rather tight shirts on, she could see their arm muscles bulging out, along with those big broad chests, their cute little smiles...Daybreak felt a little weak at the knees just looking at them.

She pointedly stood on the opposite side of the road and tossed her hair out, taking a peek over her shoulder to see if they’d noticed. Unfortunately, they were apparently too busy talking about fantasy football or beer or whatever it was stallions talked about. Clearly pretending to ignore them and tossing her hair wasn’t going to work.

Daybreak’s gaze drifted down to the stopwatch in her hand, then back up to the stallions. A rather evil smile crept across her face, and she pressed down on the little button.

An instant later, the two stallions’*** eyes went wide as they realised that, somehow, they had begun tongue-kissing mid-sentence. Their heads were tilted sideways just a little to give them a better angle, and their chests were pressed up against each other, each guy’s arms wrapped tightly around the other’s back. They leapt into action, jumping apart and letting go abruptly to start off a string of excuses.

“Wait, I wasn’t…” Meteor gasped, waving his hands violently.

“No, I wasn’t...I didn’t...we’re not like that!” Looking Glass added, shaking his head and dramatically scraping his tongue with his hand.

“I like mares! I’m not...we’re not…”

“We’re not gay!” Looking Glass finished to the world at large, as if expecting the hand of Braeburned to descend from on high and draw them together in the nude. “We were just…”

“Practicing CPR…”

“Yeah, CPR. Kiss of Life stuff...in case one of us was to fall unconscious…”

They both stopped as they realised that their sudden loud denial had brought them more attention from the general public than the kiss itself. They looked down at their feet, blushing furiously and desperately avoiding each others’ gaze.

“Was...was I okay?” Meteor asked quietly, after a while.

“Shut up.”

Neither of them heard the snickering little mare retreating down the street, the image of those two hunks smooching like rosy-cheeked lovers burned into her memory in the most wonderful way. Their body language and furious blushy denial had said it all. Daybreak, it seemed, had very good gaydar.

That was totally the only reason she’d made them kiss. Nothing at all to do with her raging hormones. No sir!

The sun was still rather high in the sky, and Daybreak couldn’t help but look around, pony-watching and taking in the scenery of inner-city Canterlot.

As she got close to her yoga club, something else caught her eye, the flash of a pair of binoculars from atop a nearby highrise building. Daybreak stopped in her tracks, looking up at the perpetrator and narrowing her eyes to get a better look. Of course, she already had her suspicions.

You really think you’re sneaky, don’t you, Sunny? she thought to herself, slipping the stopwatch into her pocket and continuing on her way to her yoga club. Forewarned as she was, she felt Sunny’s eyes on her as she made her way inside.

If you still haven’t had enough, then fine, I’ll play ball…

* * *

Sunny chittered under her breath as she watched Daybreak make her way into the yoga club across the road, carrying her kit over her shoulder with the stopwatch nowhere in sight. Sunny knew that she still had it on her, though. Daybreak probably wouldn’t part with something that powerful so easily, especially if she suspected that she’d be after her for it.

She waited until she could no longer see Daybreak, before leaping off of the building and using her membranous wings to glide down to the ground. Several nearby ponies let out a snicker or two, and Sunny looked down at herself to see what on earth they’d spotted.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake…” she groaned, as she remembered in a moment of horrid clarity that she had ‘CUM RAG’ written in permanent marker across her wings. She tucked them in quickly, shooting the offending ponies an angry glare before hurrying across the street to get around the yoga club.

“Stupid fucking muzzlehorse…” Sunny hissed under her breath. “Gonna make her pay for that and all of the other shit, see how she likes it…”

She slipped around the back of the club, past a set of frosted glass windows built into the bottom of the wall. Each was probably just big enough for her to squeeze through, and lo and behold, one of them lay ajar. Sunny crept up to it and peeked through.

Sure enough, it was a changing room, and through the gap in the window she spotted Daybreak at her locker, opening it up and stuffing the duffel bag inside. Sunny watched as the big palomino mare pulled her white shirt off, revealing her large breasts and perhaps the world’s least fortunate bra. For some strange reason, Daybreak had chosen one a size or two too small for herself, and while it supported the girls quite nicely, it was visibly squishing them up against her chest, straining against the push of her chest. It looked as if Daybreak was a few star-jumps away from disaster.

Sunny unconsciously clutched her own, far smaller tits, looking down at them and back at Daybreak with renewed venom. Show-off. Obviously small tits were the best tits of all. ****

Daybreak really did seem to be showing off, and as Sunny watched, the guard pony unbuckled her belt and slipped her combat pants off, leaving her in nothing but her socks and her tight-fitting underwear. She seemed to be as bad at choosing her panties as her bra, as they hugged her butt just tight enough to show it off and look alluring. Day didn’t seem to dress practically. Indeed, she looked as if she’d dressed up to put on a show.

Reluctantly, she reached around her back and unclasped her bra, and there was an audible snap as her tits flopped free. The guard mare tossed her clothes into the locker before getting to work on getting dressed, squishing her tits up against her chest even more with a practical sports bra and a loose gym shirt. She squeezed herself into a pair of black yoga pants to boot, which hugged her legs and her ass almost as tightly as Sunny’s spandex. The strain on the material left them almost translucent, her wide hips and big legs looking all the more alluring for it. Her panty line was well and truly on display like this, and as Daybreak checked herself out in the changing room mirror, she gave a wink and swayed her hips from side to side, licking her lips seductively.

Fucking exhibitionist little slut… Sunny seethed, eyes fixed on her unwitting victim. We’ll see how much you love showing off…

Still, she didn’t look away from Daybreak’s little performance. That mare was so infuriating, rocking those pants and squeezing her own tits like that. It was almost as if she knew that Sunny was there and was putting on a show just for her.

Apparently satisfied with how she looked, Daybreak went back to her locker and put her clothes away in the duffel bag, doing a couple of lunges to warm herself up for the practice ahead. For just a split-second, she lunged to the left and Sunny caught sight of the little brass stopwatch in the duffel bag, poking out over the top of Daybreak’s discarded bra. The big brown mare went back to a neutral position, covering the bag with her body again for just an instant before slamming the locker shut and locking it. Seemingly unaware of Sunny’s presence, Daybreak locked it slowly and deliberately, giving Sunny the time she needed to commit the combination of her locker to memory. Oh, this was going to be too easy.

Finally, Daybreak gave one last stretch and stepped out of the changing room, slamming the door behind her with a certain finality. It took Sunny a moment to come back to the present, twitching her ears as she listened for any sign of Daybreak coming back. Minutes passed and no one came in again. It seemed as if Daybreak had well and truly left.

Sunny pulled the window open as soon as the coast was clear, slipping inside with the help of her form-hugging spandex catsuit. It was smooth and frictionless, making it all the easier for her to make it through the narrow window and into the changing room proper. Fortunately, the drop to the floor was actually quite short, but she still swore as she hit the tiles with a thud. Sunny perked her ears again, listening for any signs of someone coming to investigate. To her relief, no one came.

“Okay, let’s get that stopwatch…” Sunny muttered, getting slowly to her feet and making her way towards the locker with careful, silent footsteps. She took the combination lock in hand and wiggled the knob experimentally, before reluctantly entering the combination ‘1337.’

“You have a high fucking opinion of yourself, don’t you, lard-legs?” Sunny asked the room at large, opening the locker door and unzipping the duffel bag within. Daybreak’s clothes, diary, boots and metal greaves were on full display, but the stopwatch had probably fallen deeper into the bag during Daybreak’s organisation efforts. Sunny reached into the duffel, pulling out Daybreak’s pink lacy bra***** and looking inside.

Wait...where is it?

Sunny held onto Daybreak’s bra with one hand, rummaging around with her free hand with increasing urgency. The stopwatch was nowhere to be found. Still, it had to be in there somewhere. There was no way that Daybreak could’ve kept it with her, was there?

“Looking for something?” came a horribly familiar voice.

Sunny snapped the locker shut with a horrified squeak, whipping around to come face to face with Daybreak herself. The guard pony stared at her, hands on her hips with a look of quiet amusement on her face.

“I...er...hey…” Sunny said slowly, looking down at herself and squeaking as she realised that she still had Daybreak’s bra in her hands. “I was just...erm...organising your stuff for you…?”

“Not looking for a stopwatch, at all?” Daybreak asked, raising an eyebrow. Even though she was making an effort to stare sternly at Sunny, her ears were perked up and there was a hint of cheeky glee in those big golden eyes of hers.

“N...no…”

“Well, if you’re doing a little organising, then I guess that I could help point you in the right direction,” Daybreak said helpfully. “My stuff’s always in a state of organised chaos, but I know some ponies who could really use your help.”

“O...oh?” Sunny asked, turning Daybreak’s bra over in her hands. “Er...who are they, then?”

“Oh, I’ll obviously have to introduce you to them. They’re very chaotic guys. They’ll need a lot of ‘sorting out.’”

Daybreak’s horn flared bright amber, opening her locker behind Sunny and pulling out a matte silver roll of duct tape.

“Can we make a deal about this or something?” Sunny asked, backing away towards the door.

Daybreak looped an arm around the bat pony’s shoulders, pulling her close and looking down at her with a bright, cheeky grin. Sunny yelped, squished up against one of Daybreak’s tits and held in the guard pony’s iron grip. Still, it was remarkable how much body heat Daybreak could put out, almost as if she was a born snuggler. She seemed to take ‘warm-up’ to its logical extreme.

“Nah,” she finally replied, sitting down on the bench and pulling Sunny down across her lap. “You know why? Because I know why you really came here, Sunny my dear new friend.”

“Wh...why’s tha…?” Sunny began, but she was cut off as Daybreak whipped her beanie off of her head.

“You’re here because you’ve gotten a taste of being played with and you love it,” Daybreak whispered, too quietly for a pony to hear. Sunny, with her great batty hearing, read her loud and clear, and she looked around and up at Daybreak with her worried violet eyes.

“Co...come on, Daybreak...you don’t wanna go jumping to conclusions like that…” Sunny said, sweet as can be. “I’m not here for anything like that. I’m actually here to get reve...I mean...er...to take up yoga?”

“Really?” Daybreak asked, leaning in as she ran a hand up Sunny’s thigh and over her ass. “You’re a bad liar, batty-butt. You’re cute when you lie,”

“No, I really am telling the truth!” Sunny squeaked, spreading her wings uncomfortably and looking down at the floor as Daybreak caressed her thigh. She was only convincing herself at this point.

“Then explain why you just put your hands behind your back,” Daybreak whispered savagely.

Sunny looked back at herself, and in a moment of abject terror she realised that she’d instinctively put her hands behind her back as if she expected to be cuffed or bound then and there. Daybreak wasted no time taking advantage of it, tearing off a strip of duct tape with her teeth and wrapping it around Sunny’s forearms as if box tying her. The little bat pony kicked her legs angrily, looking up at Daybreak with a grumpy pout as she was restrained.

“Wait, you don’t understand! I only did that because I have a criminal record! I’m...I’m not like that! I’m not into…”

“You’re only convincing yourself, sweetheart,” Daybreak growled, tearing off another strip of tape to wind around Sunny’s ankles and bind them together as well. Now Sunny was laid down across Daybreak’s lap, her legs and arms bound and her ass hugged by the tight-fitting spandex. “Admit it, batty-britches. You get off to having me play with you...and you love the consolation prizes you get for losing.”

“N...what gave you that idea?! Fuck off! I’m...AAAH!” Sunny squealed as Daybreak slapped her ass with an open hand, the spandex catsuit doing nothing to protect her from the guard pony’s wrath.

“Your voice echoes pretty nicely in here, doesn’t it?” Daybreak asked, putting her firm grip to work as she massaged and rubbed Sunny’s ass. She played with her, slowly and methodically, running her hands over the bat pony’s hips and ass, up her inner thighs and over her outer thighs.

“It wouldn’t if you’d just let me g...OUCH!” Sunny shrieked as Daybreak brought her hand down again, striking the other cheek this time. Sunny’s hands clenched into fists and she looked around at Daybreak to give her the grumpiest, angriest look she can manage. “When I get you for this, I’m gonna slap your ass so hard that you can’t sit properly, you hear me?”

“Good idea!” Daybreak said brightly, bending Sunny over even more and slapping her ass with a little more wind-up this time. Sunny let out a howl as she felt the sting right across her butt, and Daybreak wasn’t done yet. With only a few seconds to let Sunny’s pain dim, she walloped the bat pony right across her ass with plenty of wind-up with each strike, pulling Sunny’s hindquarters up and making sure to strike her horizontally as well as vertically. She left her sub unsure of just where she was going to spank her next, or how hard she was going to do it, every time leaving her just enough time to feel the sting subside slightly, just so that every new slap from her open hand would feel just as painful as the last.

“Gah...no...no...not a...AAAOW!” Sunny squeaked. “I’m gonna get y...OOOOUCH! You’re so fucking dea...OOOH!”

“Does this look like the face of mercy?” Daybreak asked with a growl. “I’m gonna stop spanking you when you tell me what a needy little slut you are, and not a moment before. See, I got here early today, and we’ve got a full half an hour until anyone shows up here. You think that your pretty little butt is going to last that long?”

“N...nooo…” Sunny croaked, choking back tears and pointedly squeezing her thighs together as close as she could. “O...okay...I’m a slut…”

“Louder.”

“I’M A SLUT, OKAY? PLEASE, STOP SPANKING MEEEE!” Sunny shrieked, loud enough that damn near everyone down the street must have heard it. “Please, Miss Daybreak...please...my poor little batty butt…”

“Better,” Daybreak growled huskily, letting up on Sunny’s poor tortured backside for the time being. “How about you tell me what you were really here to do, hmm?”

“S...stopwatch…” Sunny mumbled.

“Stopwatch? Oh, you wanted my little gift, did you?” Daybreak asked, pulling it out of her sports bra and dangling it in front of Sunny’s face. “And you thought that I’d leave it in my locker like some sort of pleb, did you?”

“I...just wanted a li’l revenge…” Sunny whimpered, as Daybreak massaged her sore little ass.

“And that’s meant to make things all better? Now I’ve got you on breaking and entering and attempted burglary. You know what that means, right?”

“C...community service?” Sunny asked weakly.

“Good girl,” Daybreak whispered, binding Sunny’s legs together at the knees with another length of tape. “I have just the community service in mind, too...but first we have to get you ready…”

The palomino pony took her index and middle fingers, driving them up against Sunny’s pussy through her spandex catsuit and the material of her panties. Sunny’s bound hands clenched into fists as she felt Daybreak grind her fingers roughly against her pussy, teasing and playing with her. Between the beating she’d taken and the feeling of deep humiliation from getting caught with her hand in Daybreak’s cookie jar, Sunny was very sensitive.”

“Do you like that?” the guard pony asked, grinding her fingers up against Sunny’s sex a little harder.

“Ye...yeeeah...I mean...no...let me gooo…” Sunny gasped, biting her lip with those sharp little fangs of hers.

“Why should I?” Daybreak growled. “Are you sorry, Sunny?”

“Y...yeeees…”

“I don’t believe you. In fact, I think that if you’re sorry at all, then you’re just pissed that you got caught, right?”

“Y...no...’

“Yahuh,” Daybreak said vaguely, clearly unconvinced. Her horn flared brightly once more, tearing her way down Sunny’s catsuit, starting at the top of her ass and slowly slicing through more and more of the spandex suit, up between Sunny’s legs and a few inches up over her belly, too. A hairline cut, just enough to break the material and nothing more. Daybreak dug her hands in and pulled, tearing the catsuit open right where she’d made the cut. In an instant, suddenly Sunny’s ass and her poor wet little pussy were on display again, for the second time that day.

Or at least they would be, if she didn’t have a pair of panties of her own on underneath that catsuit. Still, her ass was visibly red with the spank marks from earlier around her panty line, and Daybreak grinned with satisfaction. She pulled Sunny’s panties to the side, spreading her pussy out to inspect it properly. Oh, she was wet all right, and Daybreak licked her lips in anticipation. Still, Sunny wouldn’t be her plaything right now...not with what she had planned…

“Neeeep!” Sunny squeaked adorably, biting her lip even harder now. Her fangs bit down so hard that she even drew a little blood. “Miss Daybreak...noooo...everyone can seeee…”

“And you’d hate that, wouldn’t you?” Daybreak muttered, glancing up at Sunny.

The bat pony remained silent, save for the occasional whimper and her laboured breathing.

“Thought so,” Daybreak said, hauling Sunny onto her shoulder in a fireman’s carry. Sunny flapped her wings furiously, but there was nothing she could do to wriggle out of her erstwhile mistress’s grip as Daybreak carried her over to the door.

“No, wait...where are you taking me?” Sunny asked with a squeak.

“Community service,” Daybreak said simply. “There are stallions here who only come to yoga to check out all of the mares in their tight-fitting pants...you know, much like you were doing when I got changed earlier,” She looked over her shoulder at Sunny, who blanched. “See, you already have something in common with them! You’re gonna get on great!”

“St...stallions?” Sunny breathed. “Oh no...with...with my pussy on display and everything?”

“Not quite,” Daybreak explained, flinging the door open and making her way right next door into the male changing room. She set Sunny down on the bench on her front with her ass in the air, before kneeling down behind her and driving a thumb right up into her pussy. Sunny tensed up in an instant, her wings springing out once more as she let out a low whine.

“Fu...fuuuuck...you couldn’t warn me?” Sunny gasped, mouth hanging open as she felt Daybreak probe and play with her poor wet little pussy. Obviously she was trying to get her ready, but even getting played with by Day’s thumb felt undeniably great. The tingling pleasure mixed with the soreness of her abused ass in a way that coaxed happy tears out of the poor batty. She twitched and whined as Daybreak teased her, feeling her mistress’s breath on her back as she worked.

“That’ll do,” Daybreak finally whispered, pulling her thumb out of Sunny’s pussy and giving her sub a slap across the butt for her troubles. “You liked that, didn’t you?”

Sunny nodded briefly, before regaining just enough composure to shake her head violently.

“Fibber,” Daybreak chuckled, pressing the tip of her thumb up against Sunny’s asshole, grinding and rubbing just a little before sliding it smoothly inside. Sunny let out a shriek, unable to contain herself at this point.

“N...AAAAH! Mi...Miss Daybreak, no...that’s...that’s my ass!” Sunny squealed, as if Daybreak didn’t already know that. The guard pony licked her other thumb before slowly driving it in as well, using both of them to stretch Sunny’s asshole out wide. “I...said I was sorr...AAAAIIEEEEEP!”

“Liar,” Daybreak snorted, tugging and stretching her asshole as Sunny whined, fidgeted and shook. “You’re not sorry at all. Look at how wet you’ve gotten, the Freudian Slips. You’re getting off to this because you’re a cute little masochist, aren’t you?”

“N...I’m not like thaaaaaat...I’m big and tough and…”

“AREN’T YOU?”

“YE….YEEEEES!”

“Better,” Daybreak said, backing off and leaving Sunny to fidget and moan softly as she let go of her ass. “Now, I think that your inspection’s complete, slut, so you can get to work as soon as someone comes on in here. Don’t forget to say your pleases and thank yous, and I’ll know if you haven’t.”

“Wh...what are you gonna do?” Sunny gasped, chest still heaving from her heavy breathing.

“Me? I’ve got a yoga class to attend. I’d invite you along, but you’re probably a little tied up right now,” Daybreak said with a shrug. “Should be nice to do it without a bunch of horny stallions checking out my butt for a change. Anyway, have fun!”

“Wai...wait!” Sunny yelped, as Daybreak strode out of the changing room and slammed the door shut behind her.

* * *

Sunny didn’t have to wait long before she got her first visitor. Right on time, a pair of stallions made their way into the changing room. Two huge pegasi with impressive physiques, and as Sunny looked around at them, she couldn’t help but cower behind one of her wings, the better to check them out inconspicuously. The two were so engrossed in conversation that, at first, they didn’t spot her.

“So that’s why I signed up for yoga,” Meteor finished. “Lots of hot mares in skintight clothes, plenty of bending over and stretching and stuff.”

“And that’s gonna be a sure fire way to make totally sure that we’re straight, right?” Looking Glass asked, stepping into the changing room with his friend and setting his bag down by the door. “Is that going to be good enough, though? I mean, if people see us doing yoga, they’re gonna talk, right?”

“Well, yeah…” Meteor admitted. “What we really need is a mare, right here, who’s totally down to fuck and able to let us test oursel…”

He stopped, and as one, they turned their gaze to Sunny, noticing her for the first time. Her limbs were taped together, her ass and her dripping wet pussy on full display, wearing a torn-up catsuit and very little else. She whimpered audibly when the stallions caught sight of her, looking her up and down critically.

“Good job,’ Looking Glass said blankly. “Now say ‘what we need is a winning lottery ticket.’”

“Later,” Meteor breathed, stepping closer to run his fingers over Sunny’s ass, checking out her dyed bunny tail and the words ‘COCK SOCK’ written across her reddened ass cheeks in faded permanent marker, accompanied by a set lines for every stallion who’d had his way with her back in the marketplace.

“Oh, hey guys,” Sunny said, as innocently as she could manage. “We...this isn’t what it looks like, okay?”

Looking Glass and Meteor ignored her, high-fiving and pacing around her. Looking Glass took a proper look at her hips and thighs, as Meteor came around her front and tilted her head up so that she could look up into his eyes. Sunny’s gaze was drawn to a telltale bulge in his pants, which suggested that he’d probably worked out just what she was there for...and maybe he’d seen the messages all over her body, too.

“Oh, you’ll be perfect,” Meteor whispered, glancing up at Looking Glass as his friend wasted no time in stripping down, pulling his jeans off and spreading her pussy wide open with his thumbs to get a proper look at her. In a critical moment, Sunny opened her mouth to moan at the intrusion, and that’s when Meteor got to work.

He unzipped his pants as well, pulling his underwear out of the way and letting his thick, hardening cock flop out right in front of Sunny’s face. She went wide-eyed at the sight of it, realising very early on that there would be very little room left in her mouth if she took that monster.******

“Wait, let’s just...glllumph!” Sunny gagged, as Meteor took his dick in hand and drove it right into her open mouth as she tried to negotiate. In an instant, her mouth was full with thick, veiny stallion dick, her tongue hanging uselessly out of her mouth underneath it as she rolled her eyes. This was just typical. Never a chance to negotiate.

As his flared tip tickled the back of her throat, Sunny couldn’t help but gag, wiggling her butt involuntarily as she struggled to take his sheer mass. This close-up, those big, muscular hips of his told her that Meteor wasn’t some passive lover that she could suck off at her leisure. He was going to play with her his way.

Oh boy…

Meteor reached down to grab Sunny by the ears, pulling her head down onto his dick so that she was forced to take more of it in her mouth, inch by thick inch. She was gagging as she was, but when he forced his cock further into her mouth, she gagged and twitched with the strain, her throat distending a little as he hilted himself in her mouth.

“Comfortable?” Meteor asked.

“Gllk…”

“Damn right,” he said, drawing back to let her breathe for a brief moment. He slammed his cock into her throat again, tugging on her ears to force her face up against his hips. Her tongue was still flopped out, and she had no option but to use it as a little bed for his dick as he face-fucked her.

At the same time, Looking Glass braced himself against her hips, watching her rock them back and forth involuntarily as she sucked off his friend. He pulled his own underwear down to his knees, cock flopping out and hardening as he ground the flared tip against Sunny’s wet little snatch. He didn’t wait long either, bracing himself against her hips and sliding his cock smoothly inside of her, stretching her poor wet little pussy as he went. Sunny let out a gurgling shriek at the feeling of being so full again, the forced face-fucking inadvertently grinding her pussy up against Looking Glass’s dick.

Sunny choked as Looking Glass thrust forward, his hips striking her sore little ass cheeks and coaxing a strangled squeak from her and bucking her forward into Meteor’s hips. She looked up him with her big batty eyes as she was pounded from both ends at the same time, gagging and choking with each of Meteor’s thrusts right down her throat. She could barely breathe like this, and Meteor didn’t show any signs of letting up anytime soon.

Still, as her body shivered and she got violated from both ends at once, she felt herself growing wetter, more dazed and drunk on the feeling of being played with and fucked like this. Not that she’d ever admit it to either of these goons, and certainly not to Daybreak herself!

Looking Glass picked up the pace to sync up with Meteor, slamming his hips into her ass again and again as he hilted his cock inside of her. From this angle, the ridged underside grinded up against Sunny’s g-spot, sending shocks and pulses of pleasure rocketing up her body to mix with the pain, the humiliation and the fear. Sunny couldn’t say a word, but her body told the whole story. She was close. Very close.

Meteor was the first to let loose, driving his cock deep into her throat, pulsing and spurting the first strands of precum into his new fucktoy. Sunny gulped them down eagerly, feeling how close he was to the edge and making a meagre effort to breathe in. Meteor, so close to cumming, sped up his thrusts, giving her no room to breathe as he rammed his dick down her tight throat. Sunny tried to hold her breath, gulping reflexively at the cock in her mouth, but she didn’t have to wait too long. Finally, Meteor rammed his dick as far down her throat as he could one last time, letting out a loud cry as he came hard inside of her. Sunny struggled to gulp down all of it, and some of it shot out of her nostrils as she struggled and wiggled her head. Teary, cum-drunk and dazed, Sunny couldn’t say anything more coherent than a satisfied “Aaaaeeeeeh…” as Meteor pulled out, looking up at him with those big eyes of hers. She could barely breathe even now, struggling to pant as Looking Glass kept fucking her doggy-style from behind. When she looked up at Meteor, however, she shook with horror. Even after intensely face-fucking her, that cock of his was still hard, dripping with cum.

“Ahh...eee...oh m...my...goobers…” Sunny squeaked, in a much higher voice than usual. Jizz dribbled out of her mouth and nose as she looked up at him almost admiringly, but those two stallions weren’t done with her just yet.

Looking Glass was the next to finish, his stallionhood twitching and throbbing as he fucked her faster and more intensely. He didn’t give Sunny much warning or even try to pull out, simply letting out a loud cry as he hilted inside of her, finally pushed to orgasm himself. With powerful pulses and twitches, he shot his load deep into Sunny’s poor little pussy, denying her a proper orgasm once again.

“Glaaargh...wh...whyyy…” Sunny breathed. “I was s...so close…”

Meteor and Looking Glass shared a high-five, pointedly not looking at each others’ dicks so as to avoid any accusations, but the former looked down at the desperate, denied little bat pony with a spark of cheeky glee reminiscent of Daybreak’s.

“Were you?” Meteor whispered. “Well, you might be in luck…”

“I...am?”

“Yeah,” Meteor continued, looping an arm around her midsection and hauling her onto his back. “We’re not done with you just yet…”

* * *

Daybreak whistled to herself as she stepped out of the yoga club about an hour later, feeling fresh and loose-limbed after an uncharacteristically peaceful session. She ventured back up the street, eager to go home and enjoy a nice dinner after a great workout session.

She stopped when she caught sight of a group of very interested ponies crowded around one of the yoga club’s large windows. Ever the nosy horse, Daybreak made her way closer, pushing gently past the little group of spectators to see what was going on.

Poor Sunny was pressed up against the window, her cheek and exposed tits squished up against the glass even though they were only little. Meteor had her pinned there by the shoulders, holding her about a foot off of the ground as he furiously pounded her ass from behind. Jizz dripped down her inner thighs right in front of her little audience, and the poor little batpony shook with each powerful thrust from her new best friend.

When she caught sight of Daybreak, her face contorted into a snarl, though she wasn’t quite able to maintain it while Meteor was pounding her so mercillessly.

“Feel okay in there?” Daybreak asked. “There’s a lot of ponies watching, you know! I hope that you’re enjoying the attention!”

“A...eee...I...HATE...YOU...DAY...BREAK…!” Sunny shouted in between thrusts, eyes rolling back into her head as she felt the mix of pain and pleasure anew. Several of the spectators were even filming the goings-on, and Sunny was blushing as embarrassed, strained tears ran down her face.

After all, she wasn’t about to tell Daybreak how she really felt, was she?

The palomino guard pony blew Sunny a kiss, before turning on her heel and skipping off home. Oooh, today had really been a wonderful day!

Author's Note

* Marigold has now spent about 14 hours getting up and dressed for something. It must be important, or maybe she’s just one of THOSE people...

**Which exists for the sole purpose of this story, as far as I know.

***Who ARE important enough to the plot to receive names. They're called Looking Glass and Meteor!

****At least, that's what she thought.

***** Which, for reasons best known to herself, Daybreak seems to believe is appropriate to wear on duty.

******In the world of clop fiction and ERP, every cock is the largest that a mare has ever seen. This is known as the Sky Runner Constant.

Inconsistent Technology

Marigold checked her watch, letting out a soft little sigh before going back to painting her nails. Sunny was well overdue, and the sun had long since gone down over Canterlot. She had a vague idea of what had happened to her poor dear sister, but if Sunny insisted on going and doing this herself, then it would be rude for Marigold to interfere.

There was a thump from outside the apartment. Marigold ignored it. Lots of things went bump in the night, and she was far too busy painting her nails to address every little noise she heard at night.

There came another thump, and then another, rhythmic and punctuated with breathy swearing. Marigold knew who it was already, and she wasn’t about to get up off the couch for her.

Finally, following the unmistakeable sound of a pony hopping up the stairs, came the equally unmistakable sound of the same pony knocking on the door with her head.

“It’s unlocked,” Marigold called out vaguely, not looking away from her very important work.

“Very fucking funny,” Sunny replied from the far side of the door. “Are you gonna let me in or not?”

“Not by the fur of my chinny-chin-chin...okay, seriously, give me a minute for these nails to dry…”

”Goldie!”

“All right! All right! Sheesh,” Marigold said with a sigh, getting to her feet and bemoaning the missed opportunity to let her nails dry. She stomped over to the door to make sure that Sunny knew exactly what she thought of her timing, and swung it open with a huff.

It became immediately apparent why Sunny had had so much trouble opening the door herself. While she was still in her spandex catsuit, the front was torn wide open, revealing her small fluffy tits, all covered in stallion jizz. Her arms were still firmly tied behind her back, the crotch of her catsuit torn open to put her pussy on display as well, and her ankles were bound to prevent her from travelling without doing some kind of cute little bunny hop. Marigold stepped aside, speechless, as Sunny hippity-hopped past her, nearly tripping over on more than one occasion as she made her way over to the couch.

“So, it went well, then?” Marigold asked, slamming the door shut and looping an arm around Sunny’s shoulders.

“Yeah, it went great,” Sunny snarled sarcastically. Her voice was more croaky than usual, a by-product of having to deepthroat a stallion more than once, and her muzzle was conspicuously coated with cum, from her lips to her nostrils. The poor bat pony’s legs fared little better, her ass and her inner thighs reddened and cum-drenched. She even had a pair of fresh handprints on her ass cheeks from where someone had decided to grab her. It was overall a pretty good look, though Marigold didn’t want Sunny sitting down on the upholstery in that state.

“Maybe if you let me help with this…” Marigold began, grabbing a knife from the kitchen and cutting the tape off of Sunny’s wrists.

“I don’t...need...help…” Sunny snarled, taking a moment to bring her arms around in front of her again and give her hands a wiggle. She’d been box-tied for so long that her circulation had gone a little haywire. “Besides, I already know how I’m gonna get her back…”

“Oh no…” Marigold sighed. “Another plan? Sunny, seriously, just let me in on this if you really wanna take her down that badly. You don’t have to do this on your own out of some stupid principle.”

“I said I’m okay, Goldie! Damn, I’m not some stupid kid. I think I can...eep!” Sunny began, but when she tried to take a step she realised too late that her ankles were still bound, pitched face-first onto the couch. “Damn it...I was going to say, I think I can handle this. She’s not that smart. She just got lucky.”

“Three times, now?” Marigold asked, unconvinced. “Four if you count the weird pocket dimension?”

“Yeah, it was just luck, and I’ve worked out that the only way to deal with this slut is if I get some backup.”

“Oh, so you are going to ask me for he…”

“So I’m gonna hire these diamond dogs, right?”

“Oh.”

“And I’ll see if I can call in a favour...maybe get a really hot stallion to ask Daybreak out, and then...hang on…” Sunny said, taking the knife from Marigold and cutting her feet free as well. She wiggled her toes experimentally, feeling the blood flow returning and stretching her big batty wings. “Okay, so, yeah, I’ll get this hot stallion to ask her out on a date, and then lure her to an abandoned warehouse on the edge of town…”

Marigold sat back on the couch, starting on her nails again. “Mhmm.”

“And we’ll tie her up and start playing with her and livestream it so that everyone in the whole world can see!”

“Well, that’s some supervillain shit right there,” Marigold commented. “So what, you’re gonna get this guy to take her on a little date and walk her right in there, overpower her with some hired muscle and film it?”

“It’s the only way that I’m gonna reach a bigger audience than she’s reached with me!” Sunny argued, stripping down and hopping into the shower once more. “She’s humiliated me in front of the whole city, so I’ll humiliate her in front of the whole world!”

“And what if she tries the exact same shit she did the last four times?” Marigold asked vaguely, working on her highlights.

“Well, obviously she’s gonna try the same shit, but she won’t be able to talk or threaten her way out of this one!” Sunny replied, scrubbing herself down and opening her mouth wide to gargle* some water. “That’s why I chose diamond dogs as the hired muscle! They’re big and thick and strong, and they don’t listen to pleas for mercy! They only care about money!”

“Wow,” Marigold said blankly. “You’ve really got this worked out, haven’t you?”

“You’d better believe it,” Sunny replied, stepping out of the shower and towelling off. She squeezed into the last set of clothes she could find, a pair of skinny jeans and a tank top clearly made for Marigold. It was a size or two too big for her, but she made it work. “After tonight, everyone’s gonna be talking about what a stupid little slut Daybreak is and how I kicked her ass in front of the whole world! This is a night she’s gonna remember forever!”

“And you too, I bet,” Marigold added, pulling out her laptop from behind the couch and turned it on. “So am I gonna get to watch this livestream of yours?”

“Yeah, you will,” Sunny growled, heading out the door again. “Trust me, I want everyone to see this.”

And with that, she stormed out. Marigold was left in peace and quiet yet again, staring blankly at her browser as it loaded the stream.

“Yeah, I dunno about that,” she said slowly, trying to fight back a smirk.

* * *

Daybreak’s ears perked when she heard a knock at her townhouse door. She wasn’t quite as gussied up as Marigold, but when she hopped off of her bed and went to get the door, she took a moment to check herself out in a mirror and tidy her hair up a little. You never knew your luck.

She swung the door wide open, finding the porch empty and her welcome mat missing, but in its place was a sealed envelope with “To Daybreak” printed across it. That was some pretty terrible handwriting, but Daybreak scooped the letter up and went back inside to settle down on her couch.

“Who the hell delivers mail but steals a bloody welcome mat…” she huffed to herself, slicing the envelope open and reading the letter inside. It was written in similarly terrible handwriting, but at least it was still legible.

Dear Daybreak,

I saw you for the first time today and I was stricken by your gorgeous** locks, your shapely thighs, those big amber eyes of yours. I’d love to get to know you a little better. How about we meet at midnight tonight, in the park under the big oak tree? I’ll be the big stallion wearing a top hat. Please don’t be late!

Best wishes,

A Secret Admirer

The phrase “PS: Come alone and unarmed” had been hastily scribbled out at the foot of the letter, and Daybreak raised an eyebrow as it caught her eye. She had a fairly good idea about the identity of her so-called ‘secret admirer,’ but at the same time there was also the possibility of the letter having been written by a shy stallion with a criminal record.

“Alright, Mr Stallion With A Top Hat,” Daybreak muttered to herself, getting up and checking the time. “I’ll play ball with you. I’m sure that absolutely everything is totally legit.”

Daybreak folded up the letter and started up the stairs to go get herself ready. Somehow meeting strange stallions in the park after dark was a far less dangerous proposition when she had a little magical trick up her sleeve like that stopwatch.

Besides, she wanted her welcome mat back.

* * *

“So, do you understand?” Sunny asked, hiding out in the shadow of the huge oak tree with her patsy.

Looking Glass nodded slowly, adjusting his ill-fitting top hat and reciting what Sunny had told him to do.

“Er...let’s see...take Daybreak on a romantic date, lure her into a false sense of security, and lead her back to the warehouse so that a couple of diamond dogs and I can...break her?” He said. “And that’ll prove that I’m not gay, right?”

Sunny sighed.

“Yeah, it’ll prove that you aren’t gay. Trust me, everyone’ll see you wreck her online and then every mare from here to Manehattan will be begging to have you. Fair enough?”

“Okay, I think I can do that,” Looking Glass admitted, looking down at his lovely clean tuxedo. “Erm...how do I...date?”

“How am I supposed to know? Just...flowers, chocolates, romantic walks by the pond? Some shit like that,” Sunny replied with a shrug. “Look, you know the way back to the warehouse?”

“Yeah, but…”

“Then you can work out the rest,” Sunny finished for him, spreading her wings. “I’m gonna go back and get everything ready. Fix your face. She’ll be here soon.”

“Okay...fine...fixing my face…” Looking Glass said, trying to contort his muzzle into something approaching a neutral expression. Sure enough, when he peeked out from behind a tree, he caught sight of the mare that Sunny had described. She was shapely and athletic-looking, with a chest that he could probably get lost in, a bright white muzzle stripe and a flowing blonde mane that spilled down over her shoulders. She wore a pair of black boots that went up to her knees, a bright red skirt and a tank top, something simple but practical.

“That’s her!” Sunny whispered, sticking her head out behind Looking Glass to give Daybreak a look over. “Don’t you dare screw this up, bub!”

“Right...I...I can do this…” Looking Glass muttered, as Sunny flapped her wings and took off. He took a moment to get his breath back and check how he looked before stepping out from behind the tree to give Daybreak a wave.

Daybreak stopped in her tracks, looking him up and down and letting her mouth hang open for a time. She obviously hadn’t expected an actual well-dressed nervous-looking stallion wringing his hands and shooting her a weak smile.

“You’re...ah...wow...I thought you hadn’t seen me…” Daybreak said quietly, eyes wide and watery.

“What?”

“Nothing, I just...thought I saw you earlier...talking to a guy…and then you kissed him…”

“Yeah…” Looking Glass replied, taking a shaky step forward. “Erm...I’m not gay, though.”

“O...oh...that’s...that’s good...because I’m not a stallion…” Daybreak whispered, stepping closer, too.

“Ob...obviously...I can tell…because of the tits, I mean...no...wait...er...breasts...I mean...damn it…”

Daybreak reflexively covered her chest up, giving him a curious look.

“Ar...are you nervous?”

“Very,” Looking Glass admitted, chuckling and scratching the back of his head. “It’s just...that bat pony said that you were an asshole, and here you are all...pretty…”

Daybreak shook her head, brought temporarily back to the present.

“Bat pony?”

“Nothing!” Looking Glass squeaked. “Erm...can we...shit...what did she say...er...we should walk to the pond. It’ll be...romantic...there…”

“Oh, okay,” Daybreak said slowly. “Erm...should we hold hands?”

“Do...do you want to?”

Daybreak avoided his gaze, cheeks burning as she gave a little nod. She knew that Sunny was behind this now, but she was more than happy to go along with that plan if it meant hanging out with a such a huge, cute stallion.

“Yes please,” she breathed.

* * *

The two of them walked hand in hand down to the pond on the edge of the park, basking in the light of the moon and the few streetlamps that stood by the footpaths. Daybreak remained silent the whole way there, cursing how sweaty her hand had become and how hot it was out here. She felt a little light-headed, unable to believe her luck at landing a guy as cute as this one.

“Daybreak, are you okay?”

“Yeah! Why wouldn’t I be?”

“There’s steam coming out of your ears.”

Daybreak let out a squeal and clapped her hands over her ears, pointedly avoiding his gaze and rushing down to the pond to stick her head under the water. From here, Looking Glass could see her tail wagging furiously, and the most powerful surge of guilt shot right through his chest as he realised that she was every bit as nervous as he was, all red in the face and trying to cool off like that. Sunny must’ve been exaggerating about what a bitch she was!

When Daybreak pulled her head out of the water, having seemingly cooled off, Looking Glass sat down next to her and cleared his throat.

“So...I have a confession…” he said quietly.

“Lemme...lemme guess…” Daybreak interrupted breathlessly, trying to fix her sopping wet hair. “You...you got set up on this date by a bat pony called Sunny?”

“Er...yes…”

“So...what does she want you to do?”

“Well...all I know is that I’m supposed to lure you back to an abandoned warehouse on the edge of town and she’s got some diamond dogs waiting for you...oh, and I’m supposed to prove that I’m not gay when I get there.” Looking Glass said, before realising that he’d completely spilled the beans. He clapped his hands over his mouth in horror. Sunny was going to kill him.

“Wait, a warehouse on the edge of town? Isn’t that a little…?”

“Supervillainy? Yeah, I think so too,” Looking Glass said with a shrug. “I got to meet those diamond dogs, too. They’re big, and they only seem to care about money.”

“Right...I think I can deal with that,” Daybreak said, biting her lip. “Can you take me there so we can check it out?”

“Sure. I mean, I was gonna...do that...anyway…” Looking Glass paused. “Er...I ruined the date, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, sorry about that, pal. You kind of killed the romance,” Daybreak admitted, getting grumpily to her feet.

“If it helps...I’m sure that someone really does like you for you, and won’t just date you because an evil nymphomaniac bat pony set them up,” Looking Glass said helpfully.

Daybreak gave him a withering look, blowing a few wet strands of hair out of her face.

“Maybe you should try helping out with the warehouse situation instead of trying to make me feel better,” she suggested. “Maybe then we can talk about whether anyone wants to date me, okay?”

“Okay. Sorry, this is just a lot to deal with, especially since our society’s manifested electricity and the internet in the last two thousand words.”

Daybreak pointedly didn’t hold his hand as she followed him off towards the edge of town. Now that she knew exactly what Sunny was up to, she could start working out how to teach that little bat pony a lesson.

“Do you wanna make the deception up to me?” Daybreak asked. “Listen up, buddy. I’ve got a job for you…”

* * *

“Is it working?” Sunny asked, sitting back on her chair as one of her hired diamond dog thugs fiddled with the cameras in the control room, linking all of them up to the laptop running Sunny’s stream.

“I think so, boss,” the diamond dog admitted. “I think we’ve got it. Every camera in the warehouse and the ol’ production line is streamin’, so the second that pony of yours gets here, the whole world’s gonna know about it!”

“Great,” Sunny said, blowing her mane out of her face. “So, let’s go over this one more time so there aren’t any big screw-ups. The first mare to come through the big red door…?”

“Gets restrained and put on the conveyor belt?” the diamond dog guessed. “No questions asked?”

“Yeah, that’s right. Leave the stallion, but when a mare comes through the big red door, you tie her up, gag her and toss her onto the conveyor belt. Don’t forget to show her off to the big camera at the end of the belt, either. I want everyone to see her face when she realises that she’s just been fucked over.”

Sunny got to her feet, looking out of the control room window over the warehouse. She’d set everything up perfectly, with (albeit cheap) webcams hanging from the rafters observing the warehouse floor. From a big red loading door on the far side of the warehouse, a big rubber conveyor belt led to a set of loading cranes hanging from the ceiling, surrounded by various items that Sunny had brought along herself to add to the decor. There sat a sybian with a set of metal ankle restraints built into it, a big webcam to get a proper look at Daybreak’s face, a generous length of rope and various toys and implements. One diamond dog already stood dutifully by the door with a length of rope and a ball gag hanging from one hand, dressed in only a pair of jeans. The other gave her a nod and made for the control room door.

“Do not fuck this up, okay?” Sunny demanded. “No hesitation, no fucking around. When she turns up, just do it.”

“Right, miss. No hesitation,” the diamond dog said with a shrug, pulling his shirt off as he made his way down the steel staircase to join his companion.

With everything in place, Sunny checked her watch. It was nearly 1am already, and Looking Glass hadn’t given her so much as a text to say that he was on his way. She huffed grumpily, getting to her feet and stretching as she peeked out of the warehouse windows. It had been a long day, but it would all be worth it.

Out of the window she spied Looking Glass’s worried face, as he peered in and gave her a nervous little wave. Sunny snarled, aware that he was either about to bring her bad news or give the whole game away to Daybreak.

“What the fuck’s wrong? We’re on a tight schedule here! Fuck, we’re already streaming!” Sunny snarled, glancing at her laptop screen. Apparently she had 17,000 watchers already and she hadn’t even done anything yet!

Growling, Sunny set her phone down and made her way out through a fire door hidden in a distant corner of the warehouse.

Looking Glass was waiting for her outside the warehouse, wringing his hands sheepishly and shooting her an awkward smile. Sunny’s ears twitched and flattened back against her head. Daybreak was nowhere in sight.

“What the fuck did you do?” she snarked at him. “It’s not like that pony was hard to romance! How did you fuck it up?”

“I dunno, okay?” Looking Glass protested. “I just...we were too different. She was so...dominant…”

“Do you think I don’t know that?” Sunny snapped, kicking him in the shin in frustration. “I bet you told her the whole story, didn’t you?”

“Maybe…”

“You fucking chickenshit! Great, so she’s gone and run off, and now I don’t have a little slut to show off to the whole world. Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t just throw you into the warehouse instead!”

Just then, something tapped on Sunny’s shoulder. She froze, ears perking right up and wings splaying out. Only one pony had a habit of sneaking up behind her like that.

“Don’t worry!” said Daybreak brightly, grabbing her by the shoulders. “I’ll help save your little web show!”

* * *

The big red door at the end of the warehouse slid open, and a squealing mare was hurled through. Looking Glass stepped through a moment later, grinning nervously and waving at the nearest camera that he could see. At least his introductions were consistent.

“Wait! I’m not Dayb...mmmph!” Sunny yelped, but she was cut off as one of the diamond dogs hurriedly tilted her head back and jammed the ball gag into her open mouth. The other forced Sunny into a kneeling position, tying her hands behind her back as she flapped her wings in angry protest.

“Hey, isn’t this the boss?” One diamond dog asked, as he lifted Sunny up bodily and set her on the conveyor belt.

“She said to bag the first mare who came through the door,” the other replied simply, grabbing the waistband of Sunny’s jeans and pulling. “Do you wanna be the one who pisses the angry bat pony off?”

The first diamond dog seemed to find this logic acceptable, and together they forced Sunny’s skinny jeans down to her ankles, turning them into improvised ankle restraints to keep her legs together. As the second dog bent her over, he made sure to step aside to give the nearest camera a great look at her ass, her thong clinging tightly to her hips. Sunny let out a muffled squeak, wiggling in their grip as she realised just what they were doing.

No, not me! Damn it, get the stupid fucking unicorn! She was just there a minute ago! Sunny thought, wiggling as hard as she could. Don’t go showing my ass off to the whole world! Damn it, this was supposed to be my revenge!

The first diamond dog pulled a lever to start the conveyor belt, and Sunny flopped over onto her face, one cheek squished against the rubber as she was carried along backwards. She felt those cameras on her, well aware that her humiliation was being broadcast to the whole internet, but if she could just get free, maybe she could berate those idiots and get them to start playing with their real target…

The diamond dogs hurried ahead of her, taking up positions further down the belt. Sunny remembered too late exactly what she’d instructed them to do.

Oh no…

She squeezed her eyes tight shut as the first of her new captors slapped her ass as she went by, his wide hands and sharp claws leaving big red welts across her ass cheek. Sunny let out a muffled squeal around her gag, tail flicking from side to side in a vain effort to lessen the pain. A moment later, the second diamond dog slapped her ass as well, leaving a rather impressive paw print on her butt cheek to match the first. Sunny wailed around her gag, ears pinned right back against her head as she shifted uncomfortably. There had to be a way for her to turn over and at least hide her shame from the web cameras.

Before she could even begin to move herself, the conveyor belt came to an end and one of her own henchmen hooked her wrist bindings onto one of the cranes hanging from the ceiling. He pulled a lever and the crane pulled her, wriggling and furious, into the air, suspended as she swung in a big circle in front of the largest webcam. Sunny tried not to look at it, but with her pants down her cutie mark was on full display. Anyone watching could easily tell who it was, and it certainly wasn’t the guard pony that they’d been promised.

Daybreak stepped in through the service entrance, taking a look around and apparently failing to spot the webcams littering the warehouse. She took jaunty, happy steps across the warehouse to where Sunny hung grumpily, before giving her batty friend a pinch on the cheek.

“You’re so cute when you’re angry,” she whispered, looking from the diamond dogs to Looking Glass with a curious grin. “So, this was the evil plan all along? This is kind of a weird revenge for public humiliation, doing all of this in an isolated, empty warehouse. I’m not complaining or anything, but it’s kind of unusual.”

“Mmmph! Mmm mmph!” Sunny argued, glaring at the guard pony as if she was an idiot.

“Well, there’s no need for this gag, is there?” Daybreak asked, stepping forward and unclasping it from around Sunny’s head. As it fell to the floor with a thud, the bat pony screeched at her furiously.

“I WAS TRYING TO TELL YOU ABOUT THE WEBCAMS, ASSHOLE!” she shouted.

“Oh?” Daybreak replied, raising an eyebrow as she turned away from Sunny to turn on the sybian. “Tell me more about the webcams, won’t you?”

“What about them? They’re all over the warehouse and they’re meant to show you off to the whole world!” Sunny looked around at the diamond dogs, shouting at them as she swung. “Don’t just stand there! She’s right there!”

“But...you said the first mare to go through the big red door…” one of them replied slowly.

“That’s what she said,” Looking Glass affirmed helpfully, nodding.

“Sorry, Sunny. Looks like you’ve been outvoted,” Daybreak said sadly, stepping closer and making her way around behind the bat pony as she hung there. Grabbing her jeans, she tore them off of Sunny’s ankles, hurling them aside to let her legs hang stupidly down underneath her. Sunny wasted no time in trying to kick at Daybreak, but the guard pony snapped her fingers and the diamond dogs rushed forward to restrain her legs.

“Are...are you going to need me?” Looking Glass asked.

“Oh, yeah,” Daybreak whispered, as the diamond dogs spread Sunny’s legs for her. “Trust me, pal, you’re not getting out of this one scot-free, either.”

Daybreak ran her fingers over Sunny’s inner thighs, chuckling. “How many times have I played with you today? Admit it, you wouldn’t fuck your revenge schemes up this much if you didn’t love what I do to you.”

She took Sunny’s thong in hand, pulling it up with a sudden jerk to force the fabric to rub up between the bat pony’s pussy lips. Daybreak licked her lips as she watched Sunny squirm uncomfortably, letting out little chitters and whines as the unicorn deliberately and roughly rubbed the fabric up against her most sensitive spot.

“N...nooo...not...not in front of the...the interneeeet…” Sunny whined, as Daybreak stepped aside to make sure that the nearby camera had a very good look at Sunny’s spread legs and tight little pussy.

Daybreak gave her a smack on the ass to coax another squeal out of her, pulling Sunny’s thong to the side and running on long index finger down between her pussy lips, brushing over her clit ever so briefly.

“I’m surprised that you’re this wet after the day you’ve had,” Daybreak whispered loud enough for Sunny to hear, though her voice echoed damningly across the warehouse. “Looks like someone might be an exhibitionist!”

“N...nooo…” Sunny squeaked, denying for all she was worth.

“Awww, don’t worry, there’s no shame in it! Well, maybe there is...that’s some of the appeal, right?”

Daybreak pulled Sunny over to rest over the sybian, which was set up against one of the warehouse support columns. The diamond dogs pulled Sunny free from the crane at Daybreak’s command, instead drawing Sunny’s hands over her head and latching her bindings over one of the hooks built into the pillar. The henchdogs locked Sunny’s ankles into the sybian’s restraints, leaving her in an upright position with her legs spread, inches off of the buzzing sybian itself. She was so close to it that all she would have to do to sit on it is relax her muscles...and that’s just what Daybreak had planned.

“W...wait, what are you doing?” Sunny yelped, as Daybreak sauntered over to her toy collection and picked out a steel butt plug.

The guard pony ignored her at first, taking a nearby bottle of lube and squirting the contents over the butt plug. She looked up at Sunny with a great big smile, making her way back over to the sybian and screwing the plug into place, right beneath the poor bat mare. It vibrated with the sybian itself, so close that Sunny could feel it buzzing against her inner thighs.

“Feel free to stay in that position for as long as you’re able,” Daybreak said, kissing Sunny on the snout and giggling at her little batty blush. “Looking Glass, can you go and check out the stream, maybe take some bets? I’ve got a little plan for dear Sunny here.”

“Su...sure…” Looking Glass replied, nodding as he ran off up the stairs to the control room. Daybreak turned back to Sunny, running her fingers up over the vibrating surface of the sybian as she looked into her sub’s eyes.

“You’re gonna sit on this thing, sweetheart,” Daybreak said commandingly, shooting Sunny a smoldering, half-lidded stare that went so well with her wet mane. “And I know you want to. You just don’t wanna give away what little dignity you have left to be my begging, desperate little slut, but you’re not drawing this out because you want to avoid it...you’re drawing it out because you want to savour those last...few...moments...those last moments before you give it all away.”

“Sh...shu...what does that have to do with anything?” Sunny answered intelligently, straining to keep herself up off of that butt plug. She was visibly sweating, avoiding Daybreak’s gaze as she bit her lip.

“One way or another, Sunny, you’re gonna admit that you love getting fucked up like this,” Daybreak whispered, running her fingers down Sunny’s cheek, “and you’re either gonna admit it now, or later when you’re too cum-drunk to remember your inhibitions. You’re my plaything until I decide to let you go, slut, and I’m gonna make you love it.”

Sunny’s panting grew more urgent as Daybreak leaned in, dragging her tongue slowly and vividly up the bat pony’s neck, before finally nipping on her ear and giving it a tug. She could see and feel Sunny tense up under the assault on her senses, her whole body shaking as she fought to stay up off of that toy. She knew now that sitting down and relaxing her muscles meant giving herself to Daybreak in front of the whole world, and she wasn’t about to do that...not easily, anyway.

Looking Glass poked his head out of the control room.

“They’re just saying ‘ayy lmao!’” he reported, rousing Daybreak back to the here and now.

The palomino pony looked up at him, curious.

“Er...all of them?”

“Like, about twenty thousand of them!”

“For fuck’s sake,” Daybreak sighed. “Is anyone not saying it?”

“Hang on.”

Looking Glass disappeared into the control room for a moment, and after a little hurried scrolling, he poked his head out again.

“One of them says that he’s betting that she can stay up for ten seconds!!”

“Oh? Well, I’ll take that bet. Hear that, Sunny? If you can stay off of that thing for ten seconds, I’ll let you go. Sounds fair, doesn’t it?” Daybreak crooned, disregarding that Sunny had already been suspended over the sybian for longer than that.

“Nnngh...yahuh…” Sunny breathed. “Sounds...fair...I can...I can do that!”

“Well, we’ll see,” Daybreak said, raising an eyebrow. “One…”

Sunny tensed up again, looking from the webcam to Daybreak with her big purple batty eyes.

“Two…”

“You’re counting...counting slowly...on purpoooose!”

“Three…”

Sunny was visibly sweating, shifting uncomfortably as far as her restraints would allow. She felt so exposed like this, though with her tank top on she at least had a shred of decency left. Still, her nipples were practically poking through the material. Never before had she regretted forgoing a bra quite so much.

“Four…”

“A...aaah…” Sunny whined. “Count...faster...you fucking…”

“What’s the matter, Sunny? Losing your nerve?” Daybreak asked. “Five…”

“When...when I get out of this…”

“Now look what you’ve done! You’ve made me lose my place! Better start from the beginning again!”

”What?”

“Just kidding! Six…”

Sunny strained as best she could, but even with her best efforts, she couldn’t keep herself off of that butt plug for much longer. She lowered herself a little, feeling it buzz against her skin. She was so sensitive down there…

“Seven…”

In that moment, Sunny’s limbs gave out, and with burning cheeks and a shameful wail she lowered herself down onto the butt plug. The smooth, lubed-up toy slid easily into her asshole, spreading her out wide and sending shocks of pleasure up her body as it vibrated. She couldn’t keep herself up anymore, and in front of the webcams that she’d set up herself, Sunny gave in and put her weight on the toy, stopping only when the butt plug slid all the way in and her pussy pressed up against the vibrating surface of the sybian.

“N...nyaaaaaooooh...oh no…” Sunny gasped, chest heaving as she felt the shocks and pulses of the sybian right through her clit and deep in her ass. The poor little bat pony spread her wings wide open, holding them rigidly by her side as she gasped and panted all the more desperately.

“Couldn’t even make it to eight?” Daybreak asked, tutting. “Let’s see if we can find anything to help make you a little more poised and composed, though it might just be too late for that…”

She left Sunny to writhe and whine on that sybian as the butt plug pulsed inside of her ass, opening a little refrigerator chest nearby and pulling out a bag of ice cubes, the kind you can pick up in any gas station. Daybreak tore it open and pulled out a few cubes, tossing them from hand to hand before finally giving up and holding them with her magic instead.

“Wa...wait...you don’t wanna...mess with those…” Sunny yelped, as Daybreak advanced on her. The guard pony put a finger to Sunny’s lips, running a hand up under her tank top to pinch her nipple and rub it between thumb and forefinger. Sunny squirmed under the assault, opening her mouth wide and letting out a far squeakier moan than she probably would have liked. Daybreak slipped an ice cube into Sunny’s open mouth as she moaned, hearing her poor sub’s teeth chatter as she kept on teasing and rubbing her.

“Did you know that cold makes us all more sensitive?” Daybreak whispered, once again confounded by the good acoustics in the warehouse. She lifted Sunny’s tank top with her magic, exposing her small fluffy tits. Daybreak wasted no time in getting to work, rubbing one of those ice cubes over Sunny’s nipples in little circles. As it melted against her hot skin, little droplets of water ran down her exposed torso, still practically freezing cold. Sunny could feel her nipples harden, her ero zones growing slowly more sensitive as they were exposed to the ice. Daybreak moved slowly and carefully, letting each cube melt away to nothing as she rubbed Sunny’s wings, her ears, her neck and shoulder blades. Finally, she was left with two, and nowhere else to play with.

“Ngh…” Sunny babbled around the ice cube melting away in her mouth, as Daybreak grabbed her by the thighs and lifted her an inch off of the sybian. Grinning, the guard pony rubbed one of her remaining little ice cubes against Sunny’s clit, swirling it in little circles as it melted away by millimetres at a time. The shock of the sudden change in temperature shot through her pussy, her already sensitive sex soaked and frozen by the ice.

“DaybreaaaaaaaaeeeeeeeI’mfreeeeeezyyyyy!” Sunny wailed, grinding against it reflexively. That only shifted the position of the butt plug in her ass, causing further shocks to shoot up her spine from the vibrations.

“Yeah, I bet you are…” Daybreak snorted, waiting until Sunny was at the perfect angle with her back arched, before pushing the remains of the ice cube right up into her marehood. Sunny squealed out loud, arching her back even further, and Daybreak took the opportunity to drive the last remaining ice cube up there as well. After all, while one on its own would certainly make her more sensitive, shoving two up there made certain that one would rest and melt directly against her g-spot.

Sunny let out a scream as she felt the intrusion, grinding furiously against the sybian with what little freedom of movement she had. The freezing cold against her pussy was unbearable, and she furiously thrusted against nothing in an effort to make the cold stop for good. The butt plug grinding up inside of her, combined with the heightened sensitivity, brought with it the promise of satisfaction and sweet release, but her squealing and screaming was a rather irritating distraction.

“Now, I think we’re ready,” Daybreak chuckled. “Say, Looking Glass, do you mind coming down here for a minute?”

Looking Glass poked his head out from the control room again, biting his lip.

“Are...are you sure? It’s just that we’re up to a hundred thousand watchers, and…”

“Now, please.”

“O...okay…” Looking Glass said timidly, coming down the stairs with his hands clasped over his crotch. Daybreak beckoned him over with her big amber bedroom eyes.

“Tell me, Glassy, were you a part of this naughty little bat pony’s conspiracy?” Daybreak asked.

“I...I mean...yeah…” Looking Glass admitted.

“Sunny, did you recruit him to take me on a fake date to lure me here? Be honest, now!” Daybreak asked, smooching Sunny on the cheek.

“Y...YEEEES! I did, okay? I...wanted to use him as baaaaiiiiit!” Sunny squeaked, looking from Daybreak to Looking Glass with big desperate eyes. “I...I was a naughty batty! I...didn’t think that you’d...seduce him...”

“I didn’t seduce anyone,” Daybreak corrected her. “He chose to help me of his own free will, but he’s still gonna get punished for being a naughty little stallion and making me get all dressed up for nothing. Now, Looking Glass, pants off. I think it’s time that you got your taste of justice as well…”

Looking Glass gaped at her, slowly and shakily unbuttoning his trousers at Daybreak’s command. He was too shocked by this sudden turn of events to really do anything else. His boxers did little to hide his hardening cock, already a little turned on by the sight of Daybreak in such a commanding position with this poor, unfortunate bat pony.

“Like what you see?” Daybreak asked Sunny, gesturing at Looking Glass. “He’s such a shy little cutie, but I bet he’s great at this…”

“He...he is...I mean...wait...I wouldn’t...know about…” Sunny babbled. “I...yes...I...can I have him?”

Daybreak cut her off by tugging on her nipple once again, leaving her to squirm again as she paced over to the stallion and pulled him over to Sunny by the waistband of his boxers. He winced nervously as he walked with her, embarrassed at just how horny he was getting from the sight of Sunny grinding like that.

“Have him?” Daybreak asked. “No. You’re not in a position to ‘have’ anything. You might get a treat if you beg hard enough, though. As for you…” Daybreak added, pulling Looking Glass closer and brushing a hand over his cheek. “How would you like to make it up to me?”

“I...yes…yes please…” he said somewhat pathetically, shifting uncomfortably from one foot to the other. He froze stiff when Daybreak reached into his pants and wrapped her hand around his dick, gently and slowly jacking him off. With her free hand, she pulled his boxers off, letting him step out of them before pulling him closer to Sunny.

“Thought you might,” Daybreak chuckled. “Now, I want to see just how hard you can fuck this slut’s face, and then we’re gonna see just how she handles those two diamond dogs, too. If you do a really good job, I’ll even give you a reward. How does that sound?”

“I...I can definitely do that,” Looking Glass whispered, seemingly pleased that he wasn’t about to get strapped to a sybian for his part in the plot, too. Daybreak brought him closer to Sunny, who was small enough to be conveniently at crotch height when she was sat on the sybian like that.

“W...wait!” Sunny yelped, as Looking Glass got himself ready. “N...no...you’re not gonna make me suck him off on cam...glmph!”

She was cut off once again as Looking Glass, pushed forward by Daybreak, shoved his thick cock into Sunny’s mouth. He wasn’t quite as thick as Meteor was, but he made up for it in length, and when he pushed his dick in all the way to the hilt, Sunny found herself choking and struggling to take it. Sunny’s throat visibly bulged out when she took him again and again, twitching and balling her hands into fists from the strain.

“On camera?” Daybreak asked, giving Looking Glass a pat on the butt to encourage him to get to work. “It’s as much as you deserve. Wave hi to your public! You just went and humiliated yourself in front of the whole internet.”

“Mmmph! Gllk!” Sunny gulped, struggling to take Looking Glass’s cock as he slammed his hips against her cheeks, apparently a little too into this for his own good. Her tongue hung out of her mouth, acting as a little bed for his dick as he slammed it into her tight little throat. The poor little bat pony blushed hotly as she took him like a good little slut, the only consolation being that the sybian and that butt plug up her ass were slowly but surely bringing her to orgasm.

“Hey, guys!” Daybreak called, addressing the diamond dogs. “You can stop standing at attention now. Lose the jeans and get over here! I think our little fucktoy here is nearly worn in!”

Sunny gurgled incoherently at that, strained tears running down her cheeks as she took him like a good little slut. Looking Glass grabbed onto her ears like handlebars and used them as a brace as he fucked her face all the harder. Spurts of precum shot down her throat as he picked up the pace, gasping and panting as the poor little batty sub struggled for whatever breath she could get.

The diamond dogs did as they were told, pulling their jeans off and making their way over as Daybreak switched the sybian off. Sunny’s cry of tortured anguish was cut off as she deepthroated Looking Glass again, and all she could do was look from him to Daybreak to the cameras in horror. Now she wasn’t even going to get an orgasm out of it, and it was so close, too…

Daybreak inspected her new henchmen, looking their huge, muscular forms up and down as if assessing them. Finally, she clapped her hands together and pointed at one of them.

“You, lay down and wait for me to tell you what to do,” she barked, before turning to the other. “As for you, help me get Sunny off of the sybian, will you? I’ve got another plan for her big finish…”

Looking Glass stopped momentarily, hilting his dick in Sunny’s throat and listening to her gag as he looked around at Daybreak.

“Wait, does that mean I should…?”

“Just for a while,” Daybreak said with a nod. “Don’t worry, you’ll get your turn with her again real soon. Still, we can’t have her sitting up there and finding a way to give herself an orgasm! That’d be rude! Besides, it’s way more fun if we do it.”

Sunny choked slightly, seeing a certain blackness around the edge of her vision that told her that unconsciousness was near, but fortunately for her, Looking Glass pulled out at that exact moment. He and the diamond dog slowly pulled her off of the butt plug, leaving her with a horrible empty feeling in her ass, along with the pressure and heat of an orgasm left unrealised. Looking Glass laid her down on top of the other diamond dog, who immediately nipped and tugged at her ear-tufts, coaxing breathless cries out of the panting little bat pony.

“Gentlemen, get to work on her,” Daybreak said, sitting back on the deactivated conveyor belt. “I don’t want you to leave any of her holes alone, get me?”

“Wa...wait...you know what dia...diamond dog dicks are like...ri...right?” Sunny croaked worriedly, but it was already a little too late for that. The guy underneath her poked up against her asshole with the head of his dick, grabbing onto her shoulders to brace himself as he forced his cock into her tight, teased little ass. Sunny screamed as she was spread out wider than ever before, twitching and balling her hands into fists again. Still, she didn’t have much time to get her bearings, because just then the second diamond dog braced himself against the floor and pushed his cock up against her soaking little pussy. Sunny was only a small bat pony, so getting double-penetrated by these enormous brutes at the same time left her breathless and obscured by their bodies, her twitching legs and rigid wings the only clues that there was a pony sandwiched between these two.

Still, Looking Glass gave her very little chance to complain further, too. He crouched down over her head, taking advantage of her lusty breathless screaming to slap his cock against her lips, finally pushing it in once more and settling onto his hands and knees. With a slow, powerful thrust, he drove it deep into her mouth until she gagged once again, taking advantage of the tightness of her throat.

The diamond dogs began thrusting as well, slowly but powerfully with all of that muscle behind them. They completely failed to sync themselves up, making it impossible for Sunny to feel even remotely close to cumming again, but each of them spread her out and fucked her hard and deep, slowly but surely building up to a steady, powerful rhythm. Sunny was bounced between them as the two diamond dogs snarled and thrusted furiously, reduced to animal instincts as they pounded her as roughly as they could. Sunny wanted to scream, but it was impossible with Looking Glass fucking her throat at the same time, and he was equally animalistic with his face-fucking.*** Sunny gulped and gagged as she was bucked up and down, vividly aware that this was being watched practically everywhere...but somehow it didn’t matter quite as much anymore.

Looking Glass, who had started first, was also the first to finish, and as he drew closer to his inevitable orgasm, his cock throbbed violently in her tight little throat. Finally, it was too much for him, and he slammed his hips against her head, forcing her to take him to the hilt as he climaxed. Ropes of hot, sticky stallion jizz shot down her throat and out of her nose, even exploding out around the edges of her mouth as she did her best to swallow it. Looking Glass pulled out after what seemed like an eternity, leaving Sunny gasping and whimpering as cum dribbled down her face and out of her nose.

“Couldn’t...fucking...warn...meeeee…” she whined, as Looking Glass shuffled back to sit next to Daybreak.

She didn’t have much time to get her bearings and complain, though, since not a few moments later, the first diamond dog let loose, driving his cock deep into her ass and hilting it there as he let fly. Spurts of jizz shot up into her ass as he knotted inside of her, jamming himself in place and letting out an angry shout. He tugged on Sunny’s ear, making her squeal with shock and surprised pleasure. Getting her ass stretched out like that was uncomfortable as hell, and yet it gave her such an incredible feeling of fullness that she could even overlook being denied an orgasm on the sybian earlier.

Finally, the second diamond dog did the same, speeding up the pace of his thrusting as he slammed his hips against hers, feeling his dick pulse and throb as he gave in to the overwhelming pressure. With a howl, he knotted inside of her too, pumping rope after rope of sticky jizz up into her poor tortured pussy. When he tried to pull out, however, he found it almost completely impossible, stuck inside of her by his knot just like his companion. Sunny squirmed and gasped, feeling that incredible fullness in both of her holes. She’d just been used by three guys at once for the whole world to see.

“I...tried to tell you...they knot...inside you…and you can’t escape…” Sunny whimpered quietly, as Daybreak knelt by her side. “They won’t...let me go..for hours…”

“Hours, huh?” Daybreak replied quietly, leaning down and pressing her lips to Sunny’s. The bat pony opened her mouth to accommodate her, squeaking in surprise when Daybreak slipped her tongue into her sub’s mouth to play with her own. Sunny was too exhausted and cockblocked to do anything but moan quietly, letting Daybreak make out with her to her heart’s content. Finally, the big palomino guard pony drew back, a glint of cheek in those big amber eyes of hers.

“I think that that means that we have time for some aftercare,” Daybreak continued. “How about a group snuggle?”

“Oh no...not a snuggle...I don’t...I don’t snuggle…” Sunny peeped. “I’ll fight you...I’ll...I’ll fight you...bitch…”

Daybreak lay down by Sunny and the two diamond dogs, wrapping her arms around the grumpy bat pony and hugging her close. Sunny’s face was once again squished into Daybreak’s double Ds, and with her hands bound and her body sandwiched between two knotted diamond dogs, Sunny had no choice but to let the snuggle happen.

“Glassy?” Daybreak crooned. “Go turn that stream off, will you? Show’s over.”

* * *

Across town, in an apartment on the top floor of a big residential complex, Marigold the bat pony turned off the stream and growled under her breath.

“All right, Daybreak,” she muttered. “No more Little Miss Nice Mare. It’s go time.”

Author's Note

* At least she's gargling something sensible for once.

** Several words had been scribbled out before the writer had settled on 'gorgeous.' No doubt the other choices were equally complimentary.

*** Looking Glass: Kawaii in the streets, senpai in the sheets.

Once you go bat, you never go back

Marigold strode over to the door and opened it up, just in time for Sunny to fall forwards into the apartment with a squeak and a thud. The poor bat looked exhausted, drooling into the carpet with her ears twitching from time to time. She was better-looking than she’d been last time, at least insofar as she was dressed. Her skinny jeans had slipped down her thighs a little and brought the waistband of her thong with them, leaving one of her butt cheeks exposed and her clothes uneven. Her mane was even more of a mess than usual, both it and her face caked with dried jizz. Poor Sunny wheezed and whined as she tried to catch her breath, her body still shaking from what seemed to be a pretty embarrassing and tiring night.

“So, I watched your stream,” Marigold said, returning to the couch and settling down as she waited for Sunny to pick herself up. “You really wanna take this bitch down, don’t you?”

“Y...yeeeeeah…” Sunny whispered, nodding her head into the carpet.

“Was getting double teamed by diamond dogs part of the plan?” Marigold asked, typing away on her laptop.

“Bi...bite me...shuddup…”

“That was pretty impressive, though. I mean, the stream capped at about a couple of hundred thousand ponies. Way I see it, there’s only one way we’re gonna top that.”

“Wh...who’s this...we?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, do you still think that you can take Daybreak out on your own?” Marigold asked, peeking at Sunny’s prone form over her laptop. “You’re doing a great job so far, right?”

Sunny grunted, placing her shaking hands on the floor and trying to haul herself back onto her knees.

“I don’t...I dunneed…”

“Sunny, do you wanna hear my idea or not?” Marigold asked sternly.

The little bat pony considered her options, pulling her skinny jeans up again for whatever good it would do. She felt a warm damp sensation in her pants, cum still dribbling out of her wrecked pussy and staining her clothes little by little. Those diamond dogs had plenty to give, and apparently weren’t shy about giving it, either.

“Su...sure…” she said, finally, slumping down onto her front again with her ass in the air.

“Right,” Marigold said brightly, beaming as she went back to typing on her laptop. “See, I took a good look at some of the upcoming events in Canterlot, and I caught sight of one that might just work. Come on over!”

Sunny raised her head just enough to give Marigold a blank look, before slumping down onto the floor again.

“Don’t wanna move…”

“Sunny, stop being a fucking baby. You made it all the way here and up ten flights of stairs. I think you’ll live.”

“Fuck off…”

”Fine, I’ll show you, you big wuss,” Marigold said with a sigh, bringing the laptop over and crouching down next to her sister to show her the screen.

Sunny lifted her head again, peering at the screen and going increasingly wide-eyed.

“I am not fucking doing that,” she muttered.

“I’m not asking you to,” Marigold scoffed. “You think I’d make you do this? Nah, I’ve got a different plan in mind for you.”

“I hate it when you say that…”

“It’s better than any of your ideas so far, and it’s the only way we can one-up her for the warehouse thing.”

Sunny watched the screen absent-mindedly, trying to summon the energy to read the entire article before she slumped to the floor again.

“Fine,” she mumbled, face full of carpet, “we’ll try your fucking idea…”

“I knew you’d agree,” Marigold said with a giggle. “Don’t worry, this is gonna go way better than the last three things you tried.”

“It’d...it’d better be…” Sunny growled. “I wanna...get her back...for all of this…”

“You will,” Marigold snorted, closing the apartment door. “Now, if we’re gonna put this plan into action, then I’ll have to make a bunch of calls, maybe call in a few favours, and I’m gonna need you to…”

She paused as she heard Sunny snore, looking back at her sister perplexedly. Sunny lay on her front with her butt up and her eyes closed, ears flat against her head as she settled into a much-needed sleep. She was exhausted from the previous 48 hours of being humiliated and made into a public spectacle, not to mention the physical toll that all of that fucking had taken on her poor body. Sunny wasn’t, after all, a very big bat pony.

“Anything to get out of work, you lazy cow,” Marigold whispered to herself, picking Sunny up by the midriff and hauling her onto the couch to snooze. “Fine, if you’re gonna be that way, then I’ll organise everything.”

With that, Marigold let her sister snore away, tip-tapping away at her keyboard as she ordered all manner of different items online. Obviously a great many little items were needed to make this plan work...and of course then Marigold had to get ready.

Just as well I’m nocturnal… thought Marigold, getting to her feet to put the kettle on. It was time to make a whole bunch of new friends very quickly indeed.

* * *

Daybreak snored away in her soft little bed, kicking her legs as she chased criminals in her sleep. It had been some time since the sun had come up, and even longer since she’d stumbled back to her house after releasing her sleeping sub’s bindings. Her floor was littered with crumpled-up pieces of paper with evil little plans scribbled all over them, everything from what to do if Sunny bothered her again to how to deal with Looking Glass for his betrayal.

She was roused to wakefulness by a loud knock on the door, sitting up urgently and nearly rolling out of bed out of pure reflex. She looked around, bleary-eyed, as she recalled the events of the previous night. Daybreak stared at herself in the mirror on the far side of her bedroom, peering critically at the sight of her horrible bed-mane. She pulled herself out of bed, trying to pull her mane into something approaching a presentable shape and looking down at herself. Perhaps answering the door in a tight-fitting Captain A-mare-ica pajama top and flannel pants lacked a certain elegance...especially with her nipples pretty blatantly poking through the material. She pulled up her pants a little, grabbing a bathrobe out of her closet and pulling it on as she hurried out of the bedroom.

“Hang on a minute! Just coming!” Daybreak squeaked, as there came another knock on her front door. She descended the stairs in a pair of pink bunny slippers, her robe coming a little loose around her big chest as she made her way downstairs to get the door.

On the doorstep stood a bat pony in a blue beret with grey fur and purple hair. She looked a little like Sunny, but she was taller and far more shapely, her curves accentuated by a short velvet dress and knee-high black leather boots. She peered at Daybreak over a pair of sunglasses, giving her a wry smile.

“Hey,” she drawled, rummaging around in an expensive-looking purse and pulling out a business card. “My name’s Marigold. Friends call me Goldie. I saw your stream last night, saw that poise and confidence, the way you turned the tables on that mare like that. I could use confidence like that.”

Daybreak rubbed her eyes, suddenly very self-conscious about her choice of attire, but took Marigold’s business card anyway. She read it over, ears perking up as she saw Marigold’s little embossed title.

“Talent agent?” Daybreak asked, perplexed. “Wait, like...actresses and stuff?”

“Modelling, darling,” Marigold corrected her with a little chuckle. “When I saw you last night, I knew that I had to have you. Tell me, have you heard of the Miss Canterlot competition?”

“I...yeah!” Daybreak said, nodding. “I mean, I watched it once, but...er...are you trying to tell me that you want me? Aren’t most of the models more...I dunno...skinny?”

“Pfft, you’d think that they were winners, right?” Marigold scoffed. “They don’t realise that confidence is what wins beauty pageants, not exposed ribs. Besides, we have a world-class fashionista just dying to test-drive a brand new dress that matches your body proportions perfectly.”

Daybreak looked from the business card to Marigold and back again.

“I...wow...you’d have me? Like...me...oh...oh my goobers, really? I don’t know what to say…”

“You’d better say yes, because that’s what this chapter’s all about,” Marigold warned, tapping her foot. “If it helps, there’s prize money, and the potential for your name to be in lights all over the country. Hundreds of thousands of ponies from all over Equestria watch the pageant. Come with me, and by the end of the night, you’ll be a household name!”

Daybreak, completely missing the blatant foreshadowing, nodded eagerly and beamed at Marigold with excitement.

“O...okay! I can go get changed if you want…” she said. “Is there a contract? Do...do I have to sign stuff? We should totally sign some stuff.”

“Hold your humans, darling,” Marigold interrupted, letting out a haughty laugh. “We do indeed have a little contract for you to sign. Do feel free to sign it without any regard for the terms and conditions. After all, what’s important is that you’re going to be famous! Isn’t that great?”

Marigold pulled a crumpled-up contract out of her purse, offering it to Daybreak with a feathery little fountain pen.* Daybreak didn’t even hesitate, grabbing the pen and hurriedly scrawling her name. It was barely legible, but good enough.

“Excellent,” Marigold cackled, stuffing the contract back in her purse and taking the pen back from Daybreak. “Now, you’d better go get dressed! Don’t worry about what you wear...you’re going to be taking it off as soon as we get you into wardrobe. Come on, darling! Fame won’t wait!”

Daybreak let out a happy little squee, slamming the door and hurrying back up the stairs to get changed as quickly as she could.

Marigold took her sunglasses off, stepping off of the front porch to where Sunny was hiding in a bush. The little batpony chittered grumpily, peeking out from behind the foliage as Marigold waved the contract in her face triumphantly.

“Great, so she bought it,” Sunny huffed. “What if she gets suspicious? I mean, she’s not stupid, and a random bat pony coming to her door is gonna rub her all the wrong ways. She’s a guard pony. Those assholes are always too nosy for their own good.”

“We’ll get to that,” Marigold replied, leaning against the shrubbery and giving her sister a wink. “I know how we’re gonna get her to trust me completely, and that’s when we’re gonna have her right where we want her.”

Sunny gave Marigold a curious look, but her ears pinned back against her skull as she saw the cheeky glint in Marigold’s eyes.

“Wh...why are you looking at me like that?” Sunny asked, a little more timid than she’d have liked.

“Sunny, my dear sweet little sister,” Marigold crooned, “do you mind doing me an enormous favour?”

Sunny gulped. She got the horrible feeling that whatever Marigold had in store, her part in it probably wasn’t going to end well.

* * *

Marigold barged through the back door of the Canterlot Theatre, followed closely by Daybreak.The bat pony led her down a hallway full to bursting with dress racks, bouncers, interns and unidentified ponies with clipboards who seem to gravitate to every event ever. Daybreak, dressed down in a tank top and a pair of gym shorts, looked around worriedly at all of the glitterati all over the place, visibly gulping at the idea of competing with these stick-thin mares.

“So...who’s this fashion designer you mentioned?” she asked, over the growing din of show preparation. “Is she here?”

“Oh, no,” Marigold said, waving a hand dismissively. “She’s a recluse, darling. A silent genius, you know! She doesn’t come out to events such as this, but she does watch them, and I’m sure that you’ll be the belle of the ball with the dress she’s designed for you!”

Marigold darted off to the right, pushing open a door and inviting Daybreak through into a dressing room. Within was a full-length mirror, a variety of clothes racks, a pair of very large stallions with suits and sunglasses, and a few mannequins laden with expensive-looking clothes. Marigold directed Daybreak to a seat in the corner of the room, beaming as she closed the door behind her.

“These gentlemen will be your bouncers. You know, just in case that mean old bat pony you had trouble with last night comes looking for revenge. Some batties can be very vengeful.”

“Thanks for that, Marigold,” Daybreak said, visibly relieved. “Di...did you see those mares out there, though? They’re stick figures! How can I step to that? I can’t exactly lose these hips in the space of two hours!”

“Maybe not, but like I say, confidence is what matters here,” Marigold said, grinning. She directed Daybreak’s attention to one of the nearby mannequins, upon which sat a beautiful purple silk dress with a single shoulder strap. It was elegant and flowing, and Daybreak’s jaw dropped as she caught sight of it. It was a floor-length masterpiece with a big bust and a cut down the side to show off one of her legs. It was perfect.

“That’s...for me?” Daybreak asked breathily. “Wow...it’s...it’s perfect…”

“Oh yes,” Marigold said, taking Daybreak’s hand and leading her over to it. “Try not to drool too much, though. That shoulder strap is made out of a very fragile material. It dissolves if you expose it to water, you know.”

“Wow, that doesn’t sound practical at all,” Daybreak chuckled nervously.

“Practicality has no place in fashion, darling,”** Marigold said with a shrug. “It’s wearable art, and it’s not going to rain inside, right? What’s the worst that can happen?”

“Well, when you put it that way…” Daybreak whispered absently, running the material through her fingers and shivering excitedly. “When do I get to try it on?”

“Whenever you’re ready!” Marigold said sweetly. “You’re already in love with it, yes? There’s just one more little thing…”

“What’s that?”

“Well, obviously you cannot wear your normal clothes underneath it, and I’m afraid that there are very stringent underwear requirements. Silk only, you see.”

“Oh, right,” Daybreak said, chuckling as she looked from Marigold to the bouncers. “Are...are they gonna stay here while I get changed?”

“Well, it’s a security concern, my dear,” Marigold explained sweetly. “They’ll leave when we’re sure that that bat pony is dealt with and in custody.”

There was silence for a time, and then Marigold spoke up, stamping her foot.

“I said,” she repeated impatiently, “THEY’LL LEAVE WHEN WE’RE SURE THAT THAT BAT PONY IS DEALT WITH?”

“Wait, what? Shit, wait…” came a familiar voice from beyond the door. A moment later, Sunny burst in, growling and baring her teeth at Daybreak. She herself was dressed in a shirt and her skinny jeans, spreading her wings as she filled the doorway and glared daggers at Daybreak.

“Oh, and would you look at that!” Marigold said, rolling her eyes. “It’s the bat herself! What do you want, bat pony I have never met before in my life?”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Sunny growled. “What do you fucking think I’m here for? I’m here for the fat-ass little conehead! I’m gonna...make her...a...laughing...sto...oh…”

She trailed off as the two stallions advanced on her, giving her low, animalistic growls as they cracked their knuckles. Sunny gulped, ears flopping back against her skull as she looked directly up at them. Each stallion was at least a head taller than she was.

“Now, Miss Daybreak, we won’t have you deal with this intruder when there’s a show to prepare for! Your loyal bouncers will be more than happy to take this rude little bat pony away and show her what happens to interlopers who try to interfere with a show!” Marigold barked. “Gentlemen, if you’d be so kind as to show her out…”

“Wa...wait, this wasn’t supposed to happ...eeep!” Sunny squealed, as one of the bouncers picked her up around the waist and hauling her over his shoulder. She gave Daybreak and Marigold a look of shock and deepest loathing as the great big stallion carried her outside, and his companion bowed himself out of the room not long after, shutting the door to give the two mares some peace and quiet.

“Now then, now that she’s been dealt with, how about we get to fitting you?” Marigold asked, gesturing at the dress.

* * *

“Where...where are you taking me?” Sunny demanded, as the stallions hauled her down the hallway.

“Goldie’s orders. We’re supposed to get you out of the way and make it look nice and authentic,” the bouncer replied as he carried her over his shoulder. “Wouldn’t want Daybreak suspecting anything about this little trap, would you?”

“N...no, I guess not…” Sunny said reasonably. “That still doesn’t answer my question, though! Where are you taking me, asshole?”

She didn’t have much time to wonder, as just a moment later the stallion kicked open the door to the mens’ room, which had all manner of showers, lockers and toilet cubicles in graffitied, dank surroundings. Fluorescent lights buzzed and flickered overhead, and the room was totally empty save for Sunny and the two bouncers.

“Goldie said that as long as we get you out of the way and make it look authentic…” one of them began.

“...Then she doesn’t care how we do it,” the other finished, as they set her down in one of the shower cubicles.

Sunny growled, stamping her foot on the tiled floor.

“I knew she was up to something! Listen, you dumbasses, save it for Daybreak! That slut’s gonna be the laughing stock of the whole country pretty soon and then you’ll have her all to yourself!”

“Well, yeah,” said the first stallion, pushing her up against the wall, “but she’s gonna take soooo long to get ready. I mean, she hasn’t even put her dress on yet!”

“And you’re right here…” added the other, stepping closer and rubbing Sunny’s ear between thumb and forefinger, grinning wickedly. “What if we promise that you’ll be able to see the main event for yourself?”

Sunny looked from one stallion to the other, boxed into this cubicle by both of them as they pressed her up against the wall. She could feel the bulges in their pants, rubbing up against her denim-clad thighs. Her wings spread out of surprise and the feeling of these two stallions in her personal space, but when she looked up at them, she was anything but defensive.

“If you guys get us caught, I’m gonna have your asses myself, got it?” she managed, surprised at how breathy her voice sounded.

The stallions exchanged grins, each of them grabbing one of her wrists and pulling her hands down to cup the bulges in their pants. Sunny let out a shocked chitter, looking up at both of them with her big batty eyes and twitching her ears curiously. She gasped quietly when she felt the size of their junk through the material of their pants, biting her lip with those sharp little fangs of hers.

“Wow…” she breathed. “You guys really can’t wait to get her, can you? I mean...I’ve got some time…”

“That’s all we needed to hear,” said the first stallion, grabbing a fistful of Sunny’s mane and pushing her down towards the floor by her head. The little bat pony sank to her knees, still doing her best to look irritated as she knelt down at crotch height.

“I hate Goldie’s plans sometimes…” Sunny muttered, as the stallions let go of her wrists. She cupped their balls through their pants, leaning into the closer of the two ponies and taking his zipper in her teeth. With tiny little tugs, she slowly dragged his zipper down, reaching into his pants to pull his underwear aside and let his thick, veiny, flared cock flop out right in front of her face. It smacked her in the muzzle as it fell, and she scrunched her snout reflexively as she let out a chitter. She took a moment to look his dick over, running her fingers up and down his shaft, licking her lips as she wrapped a hand around it and started to jack him off.

“You’re taking your damn time,” said the second stallion, as Sunny ran her tongue over the head of his friend’s cock. “At this rate, Daybreak’s gonna be finished before you’ve gotten round to me.”

The first stallion said nothing, panting quietly as Sunny caressed his dick, but it was clear that both of them were equally impatient. He didn’t let go of Sunny’s mane, wrapping his hand around the back of her head and pulling her right down onto his dick without a word of warning.

“Glmph!” Sunny gurgled, bracing her hands against his hips as she looked up at him with those big watery batty eyes of hers, gagging as she tried in vain to breathe. She wiggled her head from side to side, letting him experience her tight, wet little throat first-hand. That thick cock of his barely shifted a little inside of her, but she did manage to poke her tongue out of her mouth, caressing the sensitive underside of his shaft and even managing to tickle his sack with the tip of her tongue. The stallion groaned out loud, pulling back for just long enough to let her breathe before slamming his cock into her throat again, forcing her to take him to the hilt.

Damn it, this isn’t exactly how I thought that this revenge scheme would go… Sunny thought to herself, hands balling into fists as he pinned her head between his hips and the tiled wall behind her. They’d better destroy her for this…

“You think we’re being mean right now?” said the second stallion, as he unzipped his pants himself and let his cock flop out next to Sunny’s head. “You just wait until you see what we do to your little unicorn friend.”

Sunny was given another brief moment to catch her breath, choking and panting furiously as the second stallion rubbed his cock up against her cheek. “She’s...not my...frie...glhmph!”

Her first lover, for whom patience was not the greatest virtue, crammed his dick into her mouth once more, while the other grabbed her wrist and wrapped her hand around his shaft. Sunny gulped furiously as she deepthroated him again, swallowing a mix of her own saliva and the stallion’s precum as his cock twitched inside of her. It was a wonder that her tight little throat could accommodate him at all, but her neck did bulge out with the flared head of his horsecock.

Sunny jerked and struggled, wings flapping haphazardly in the tight confines of the shower cubicle as this stallion face-fucked her, but at least she was allowed to keep her clothes on this time. It lessened the humiliation as she took one stallion down her throat and furiously jacked the other one off, wincing and letting out muffled squeaks as the second shot precum into her mane and across her muzzle. Sunny crossed her eyes, strained tears running down her cheeks as she bobbed her head back and forth to take this big guy down her throat again and again. Her cheeks ballooned out, her breathing reduced to rapid, half-formed gulps as she took whatever she could get. There was something weirdly hot about being in this position, pinned in this cubicle with these two big, gorgeous stallions. It was a marked improvement over being that stupid guard pony’s fuck toy, and infinitely more gratifying than being stuck on a sybian and teased with ice cubes.

Totally by coincidence, Sunny’s free hand crept down to her crotch, confounded by her skinny jeans as she attempted to rub herself absent-mindedly. The smell of the changing room had been replaced with the taste of precum and the scent of musk, and Sunny’s head felt a little warm and fuzzy as she deepthroated her stallion one more time. Perhaps it was the onset of unconsciousness from lack of oxygen, but the smell, the taste, the feel of that veiny dick jammed down her throat and wiggled around like that, it was making her very hot.

“N...gaah…” the first stallion groaned, winding her short mane around his fingers as he picked up the pace of his thrusts. Sunny’s head smacked against the tiled wall as he slammed his cock into her again and again, his member pulsing and throbbing in her mouth as he got closer.

I...thought...they were just...gonna warm up...shit...how much of this stuff have I swallowed lately?

Sunny didn’t have much time to think, because that first stallion was finally pushed over the edge by the tightness of her throat, the way she tilted her head this way and that to run her useless tongue over his veiny shaft, the way she looked up at him with those big, submissive purple eyes. It was far too much for the poor guy. With a loud moan that echoed noticeably in the empty changing room, he drew back so that the head of his cock brushed up against her lips, reaching down and squeezing and rubbing the base of his dick like crazy. A moment later, he finally climaxed, and Sunny let out a gurgling squeal as he pumped her mouth and throat full of hot, sticky jizz. The little bat pony dutifully gulped some of it down, but the sheer quantity was far too much for her, and in spite of her best efforts, most of it dribbled out of her mouth and over her chin, dripping down onto her shirt and pants. It was all too noticeable against the dark colours of her clothes, and she looked down at herself with embarrassment as she realised what a messy little cum mural she’d become.

“O...oh...oopsie…” she giggled between deep, laboured breaths, cheeks and ears going a little bit pink. “I...I’m a li’l messy bat…I really did...try to swallow it all...Mr Stallion…”

“Yeah, I bet...I bet you did…” he chuckled, stumbling back a little and sitting down on one of the changing benches next to the lockers. “I bet you won’t have that problem when you take my partner here right in your cute little pussy.”

“I...I’m gonna do that?” Sunny whimpered, looking up at the remaining stallion worriedly. He was easily comparable in size to his friend, licking his lips as he looked hungrily down at her. That guy seemed to be mentally undressing her right then and there, cock twitching as a little more precum dripped from the tip of his dick onto Sunny’s shoulder. It sure looked like she didn’t have much choice, not that she minded too much.

She sure as hell wasn’t going to make it easy for him, though.

“Yeah, come on,” said the remaining stallion, grabbing her under the armpits and lifting her into the air. He hauled her over his shoulder again, grabbing the back of her jeans by the waistband and tugging hard. Sunny squeaked and chittered furiously as he pulled on her jeans, forcing them down to her knees and leaving her backside covered by nothing but a tight little thong. Sunny blushed furiously, kicking her legs as if her indignation was going to change a damn thing.

“He...hey! Pull my pants back up, asshole! I was gonna suck you off, but you can go get fucked if you think you can just use me any way you want to!”

“Yahuh…” the stallion growled, tugging her jeans down further until they hung limply off of one ankle as he held her up. Sunny growled and beat his back with her fists, but back there, out of sight of both of them, she perked her ears and licked her lips, putting up a fight out of principle rather than anything else.

Sunny stopped her angry chittering as the stallion pushed a thumb up against her pussy, roughly rubbing her through the material of her thong. He didn’t seem concerned by the obstruction, driving his thumb and her thong itself a couple of inches into her marehood, wiggling it violently to coax yelps and shrieks out of the poor little bat pony.

“He...hey! You’d...leave that alone...don’t...nnngh...aaah…” Sunny wailed, slowly trailing off as she clutched onto the stallion’s jacket for support. She was wet already, driven to the point of trying to jill herself off by her earlier irrumatio session. It wasn’t too hard for the stallion to reduce her to putty in his hands.

“Sorry? Can’t hear you, fuzzy-butt,” the stallion chortled, drawing his thumb out of her pussy and leaving Sunny gasping for breath as she clutched on tight. He grabbed the waistband of her thong this time, tugging it down to her ankles as well and leaving her small, firm ass and her soaking pussy on full display.

“Don’t...don’t call me...fu...fuzzy buuutt...I’ll kick your...your a...ass…” Sunny grumbled vaguely, but she was silenced once again as her latest partner pulled her back in front of him, looking her in the eye as he held her about a foot off of the floor.

He rubbed his shaft up between her exposed dripping pussy lips, wetting his cock to lube himself up first. Sunny whined and whimpered when he did that, biting her lip so hard that she drew a couple of drops of blood with those sharp fangs of hers. The stallion pinned her bodily between himself and the cubicle wall, staring her in the eye greedily as he positioned the head of his dick up against her dripping sex. He didn’t even give her a moment to adjust herself before slamming deep into her cunt, letting out an audible moan at just how tight she was. She wasn’t a very big mare, and her pussy squeezed his dick like nothing he’d ever felt before. Slamming his cock into her right off the bat had already put a great deal of pressure on him, and the sudden feeling of fullness left Sunny breathless, screaming silently with her head tilted back. She struggled, wiggling her butt to try and feel comfortable wrapped around his stallionhood like this, but it felt more as if she was being split in two by this guy.

“Myeaaaaaah…” she whined intelligently. “Oh...oh fuck...you’re...you’re big...where...where were you hiding thaaaEEEEP!”

The stallion chuckled breathlessly himself, drawing back and slamming his hips up against hers again. Little by little, he built up a slow, powerful pace that left Sunny unable to do anything except bounce on his cock with her underwear hanging off of one ankle. Her tightness worked both ways, and she could feel the flared tip of his dick grinding up against her g-spot with every powerful thrust as he built up a steady rhythm. He dug his fingernails into her hips as he took her, each powerful stroke coaxing a little breathless batty shriek out of her as the two of them panted together.

Sunny could already feel the onset of orgasm herself, a by-product of the events at the warehouse the night before and the taste and feel of these new lovers of hers. Sunny ground her hips against his own, looking into his eyes as strained tears ran down her cheeks. There wasn’t much she could do except ride it out...literally.

“Pl...please...kee...keep going...I’ll do...I’ll do anyt...anything...please…” Sunny whined, digging her fingernails into his shoulders in turn as he pounded her poor little batty-box. “I’m...I’m gonna...cu...cuuuuum...please…”

The stallion quickened the pace of his thrusts, growling savagely as he sped up and drove his thick meat into her tight little hole, spreading her out wide with every stroke and sending shocks of pleasure right through her g-spot. Sunny let out a loud, drawn-out scream as she was pushed over the edge at long last, wrapping her arms and her legs around him all in one go as her pussy clamped down around his dick. The poor bat could feel her juices squirt all over his balls and down onto the floor, gushing around his dick shamelessly at this point. She’d finally managed to cum, after all of this time, and for a moment her mind went totally blank. Sunny was totally devoid of thought, screaming happily without a care in the world. She didn’t mind if everyone in the theatre heard her - she’d needed this and she’d finally gotten it.

Besides, unbeknownst to Sunny, limply sitting on the stallion’s cock and grinding up on him more out of reflex than anything else, it was already too late for poor Daybreak…

* * *

“How does it feel?” Marigold asked, as Daybreak looked herself over in the mirror.

“It’s a little bit tight around the chest,” Daybreak answered honestly, turning this way and that to make the dress swirl around her legs. It was such light material, unobtrusive and leaving her feeling naked without anything else to wear underneath it. Her gym shorts, shirt and bra lay forgotten over a nearby chair, and all she had on under this dress was a pair of nice silken panties that she happened to love.

“Well, that’s natural, darling,” Marigold said dismissively, stepping around behind Daybreak’s back to make some adjustments to the dress. “Besides, it’s far too late for you to go and put something else on underneath it! You’re meant to be on stage in two minutes!”

“Damn!” Daybreak hissed, slipping into a pair of black high heels and giving herself one last critical look. “Well, what do you think, Marigold? Am I ready?”

“Oh, sweetheart, you were born ready!” Marigold announced, wheeling Daybreak around and leading her out of the door. “Now, when you get out there, make sure to walk down the catwalk, stop at the red X at the end, turn around and walk back the other way, all right?”

“All right,” Daybreak whispered, going a little pink around the cheeks already. Her chest heaved as she took deep consoling breaths. “Er...what if something goes wrong?”

“Well, what can go wrong now? That bat pony’s out of the picture and the only thing you have to worry about is not getting that dress wet!” Marigold chuckled. “That’s not exactly likely to happen out there, right?”

“Ri...right…” Daybreak nodded, smiling a little less self-consciously now. She stopped at the big black curtain, beyond which lay the sounds of screaming, whooping and cheering of the crowd. There were rapid flashes of light under the curtain as cameras went off left, right and centre...and Daybreak was about to walk onto a stage in front of all of them.

“Go on, Daybreak,” Marigold said encouragingly, bumping the unicorn’s cheek with her muzzle. “Go out there and get famous!”

“Okay…” Daybreak gulped. “Th...thanks, Marigold! You won’t regret this!”

As she stepped past the curtain, out onto the stage, Marigold rolled her eyes and started climbing the backstage ladder.

“Yeah,” she whispered. “I bet you won’t.”

* * *

Daybreak, face done up with some tasteful makeup and rocking the nicest dress she’d ever worn, stepped out onto the catwalk, freezing for just a moment as she saw the sheer scale of what she’d walked into .

The theatre was packed, with what looked like every pony in Canterlot watching her with interest. Video cameras were already rolling everywhere she looked, and all around her were pairs of eyes watching her critically. The crowd in their seats was clearly very hyped up for Daybreak’s arrival, and they let out a happy cheer as she took her first shaky steps up the catwalk.

Okay...come on...you can do this...one foot in front of the other. You can do this just as nicely as every other supermodel here…

Daybreak took it slowly, letting her confidence build up as she looked around at that happy cheering crowd. They were apparently very keen to see her, and as Daybreak walked one step at a time towards them, she felt that happiness rubbing off on her, too. She smiled brighter than ever, thrilled that she was making so many ponies happy, and doubly thrilled because they seemed to adore her.

This is the best day ever! she thought, stepping onto the red cross at the end of the runway and getting ready to turn around and head back towards the curtain.

Or at least she would, if someone in the rafters above hadn’t just overturned a bucket of water onto her head. They even dropped the bucket on her head when they’d emptied every last drop onto her, leaving poor Daybreak soaking wet and struggling with a stuck bucket. The material of her dress, normally light and flowy, was rendered heavy and clinging as the water soaked into it, and Daybreak stumbled awkwardly as she tugged the bucket off of her head.

In the same instance, her flailing put too much stress on the waterlogged shoulder strap, and it snapped just quietly enough for Daybreak to not notice it at first. In front of national television and every show attendee in Canterlot, the front of her dress flopped down in front of her, leaving her soaking wet furry tits exposed. The cold water caused her dark brown nipples to harden, standing out from the rest of her very noticeably. Daybreak didn’t notice at first, perplexed at the sudden renewed intensity of the flashing cameras, but after a moment she dared to look down at herself, realising just how bad things had gotten.

Daybreak screamed at the top of her lungs, desperately trying to cover up those big breasts of hers as she looked around at all of those watchers in sheer embarrassed terror. She’d just flashed everyone in Equestria, all because she’d gotten a little water on her dress. Where did that come from, anyway?

Still, things were only just beginning to get difficult for the poor palomino mare. The water soaked right into the light material of her dress, not only making it cling to her body and feel heavy as lead, but rendering it practically see-through in the stage lights. Now, on top of flashing her tits to everyone, her whole body was on display, her big thighs, wide hips and bright red silk panties with a frilly waistband.

Daybreak, struggling with the dress and her heels at the same time, turned tail and tried to run back down the catwalk, but the weight of her clothing and the awkwardness of her shoes proved too much for her. In her hurry to get off of the stage quickly, she accidentally trod on her own hemline, tugging her tight transparent dress down to her hips and causing her to trip over her own feet. Daybreak pitched forward onto the catwalk, grunting and whimpering as she fought back embarrassed tears. She tried to drag herself back towards the curtain, but her efforts just tugged what was left of that dress further down her body, and after a moment she heard the most horrible, gut-wrenching RIIIIIIP sound.

Horrified, she looked around at herself, realising all too late that the dress had finally given in and torn to sodden shreds right behind her. She was left wearing nothing but high heels and a pair of red panties that were riding up her backside, leaving her more or less on full display. Daybreak grabbed what she could of that dress and clutched it close to her chest as she shuffled backwards on her butt back behind the curtain.

“Oh...my...god…” Daybreak gasped, once she’d finally cleared the curtain and gotten out of sight again. Her cheeks were slick with shocked tears, black tear-tracks running down her face where her mascara had run, her face was flushed red and her breath was reduced to a panicked pant. “Oh no...everyone saw me...there must’ve been thousands of them out there watching me...shit, shit shit shit...this has gotta be a nightmare, right? I...I can’t have just...flashed...everyone…”

Marigold rounded the corner not a few moments later, hands on her hips as she glared at Daybreak.

“And what the hell happened out there?” she asked, tapping her foot.

“Bu...bucket of water…” Daybreak whimpered pathetically. “E...everyone saw me...they saw my...my tits...what the hell is...this was a big mistake…”

“I’ll say,” Marigold scoffed, snapping her fingers. A pair of stallions rounded the corner, stallions that Daybreak recognised as the bouncers from earlier.

“Wha...what’s going on?” Daybreak asked quietly, suddenly vividly away of the “BRING HER BACK” chant coming from out beyond the curtain.

“Well, you know that contract that you signed?” Marigold asked, drawing it out of her purse. “Says here that if the dress is damaged while you’re wearing it, you’re held totally liable...and you have to pay.”

“Wait...how much was it?” Daybreak squeaked, hugging her knees up to her chest. She was still struggling with the most intense heat all across her body, choking back panicked sobs. The poor little guard pony felt so violated with all of those ponies watching them, all of those eyes boring into her, checking her out…

“You don’t understand,” Marigold said, dropping her fashionista agent voice. “You don’t pay in money, fluffytits. You pay with heartfelt apologies and a show to replace the one you just screwed up. Collar her.”

Daybreak opened her mouth to speak, trying to get to her feet, but one of the stallions darted forward and grabbed her by the neck. She gave a frightened little squeak as he pulled a collar out from his pocket and wrapped it around her neck, pulling it tight and shoving her onto her back. Daybreak looked down at the jingly little tags, which read “DRESS RUINING SLUT” one on side, and on the other…

“Pr...property of Sunny?” Daybreak gulped, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable in that collar. “Oh no...this was a set-up, wasn’t it?”

“Good girl! See, you’re not completely brain-dead,” Marigold said with a giggle. “Yeah, I’m Sunny’s sister, and I’m here to show you what happens when you fuck with a bat pony. Boys, could you help dear sweet Daybreak to her new display rack?”

Daybreak tried to get to her feet and run, but it was no use. One of them grabbed her by the ankles while the other cleared the dresses off of one of the racks. They each took a foot, pulling Daybreak up and tying her to the crossbar of the dress rack by her ankles. She struggled and wriggled the whole time, forced to hang upside-down with her head on the ground, but nothing she did could stop them from binding her in place. They even made certain to bind her legs to opposite ends of the dress rack, keeping them spread wide open so that her wet little panties were struggling to cover anything. When she tried to punch the stallions from her compromising position, they grabbed her wrists and bound them to the support bars on either side of her. Finally, Daybreak was left upside-down on this dress rack, bound in place with her legs spread her tits hanging down and threatening to squash her chin.

“Can...can’t we talk about this?” she yelped. “Surely I didn’t sign anything like that...that’d be stupid…”

“Then I know exactly what we’re gonna write on you first!” Marigold giggled, holding up the contract for Daybreak to read. She craned her neck in an effort to read it upside-down, and as she did so her eyes went wide and her pupils shrank.

Daybreak had signed a waiver letting Marigold and Sunny do whatever they wanted to do to her.

“Oh, shit…” she breathed, struggling fruitlessly against her bonds. She felt so exposed in this state, and it only got that much more panic-inducing when Sunny blundered round the corner, trying desperately to fix her mane. When she caught sight of Daybreak, however, she narrowed her eyes dangerously.

“You,” she growled.

“M...me?” Daybreak asked. “Erm...Sunny...you know...I think we’ve gotten to know each other pretty well by now, so how about we let all of this go, huh? I mean, I won some, you won some, we had some good, harmless fun…”

“Get my shit,” Sunny barked at one of the stallions, who ran off to who-knows-where. “I’m gonna start playing with this sack of shit right this minute.”

“We were just about to write some stuff on her,” Marigold pointed out, handing Sunny a permanent marker and gesturing at the frightened unicorn. In the relative darkness of backstage, Sunny could see Daybreak’s frightened amber eyes, but also the tiniest glow around her horn. It wasn’t like she was casting a spell, more like…

“Oh, is getting ruined turning you on, dumbshit?” Sunny taunted, scrawling the words “STUPID BITCH” across Daybreak’s forehead. “Is that why you did all of that shit to me? Because you wanted to get some comeuppance? You’re such a submissive fucking whore, you know that?”

Daybreak tried to knock her knees together, attempting to somehow wheel herself away on that dress rack. Yeah, there was no way that that was going to happen.

C’mon, all I have to do is use my magic to escape! What could be easier! I just need to…

Daybreak stuck her tongue out, trying to use her magic, but for whatever reason it was impossible for her to focus properly. There was a strange energy in her body that broke her concentration. Perhaps it was because she’d never been treated like this before. Never had someone gotten one over on her like this...especially someone with such a powerful grudge.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Sunny barked, slapping Daybreak across the face when she spotted her flaring her horn. “You’re gonna take your punishment like a good little cumslut and you’re gonna like it. Believe me, you fucking earned it.”

Daybreak whimpered as Sunny’s slap left a bright red handprint on her cheek, and she bucked and wriggled in her restraints as she tried to free her hands again.

“Wh...what are you gonna do?” she whispered, as the stallion came back with a little burlap sack full of implements.

“Well, we’re all gonna wreck you, and we’re gonna do it in front of the whole country,” Sunny snickered. “You ready to meet your public, slut?”

Daybreak tilted her head back to peek out under the curtain again, and when she looked back at Sunny, she shook her head furiously.

“No...no...please...don’t...don’t show me off...not again...not like this...I’ll do anything!” Daybreak whispered, overcome by a surge of newfound panic. “I don’t want everyone to see me like this! Please! I’ll be good! I’ll even let you off the hook a little next time!”

“Yeah, no,” Sunny growled, patting the nearest stallion on the butt.

With that, the two bouncers grabbed the dress rack and slowly wheeled it out onto the stage again, angling it so that Daybreak’s head was dragged along at the back and everyone started off by getting a good look at her bare back, her soaking wet round ass and her collared little neck. The stallions swung the dress rack round, forcing Daybreak to look all of those cameras and fans dead in the eye, all upside down and practically naked. She squeezed her eyes tight shut, whimpering in horror at what was happening to her. She couldn’t quite see it, but Sunny had deliberately written “STUPID BITCH” upside down on Daybreak’s forehead so that it would be legible for her new spectators.

“Ladies and gentlemen!” Marigold called out, holding out her hands to silence the roaring crowd. “I know you’ve all come here to see the Miss Canterlot beauty contest, but this little bitch here very rudely interrupted everything with her horny little strip-show! I think she owes us all an apology!”

There was another roar from the crowd, hundreds of ponies shooting Daybreak a thumbs-up. The crowd seemed to have a relatively good idea of just what was going on here.

“I...I’m sorry?” Daybreak asked, twitching. “You...you can’t...be serious...this isn’t my fault…”

“No one fucking asked you,” Sunny growled, rummaging around in her bag and producing a pair of wooden paddles, which she handed to her stallion assistants with a grin and a nod. “Just apologise, you dumb slut. You’d better hope you’re loud enough to be heard over all of this yelling, too!”

“I...no way, I’m not gonna...AAAH!” Daybreak squealed as one of the stallions whacked her ass with his paddle. Daybreak desperately choked back tears again as her butt cheeks ached from the impact,

“You were saying?” Sunny asked, leaning in and grinning down at her.

“I...not gonna...apolo...OUCH!” Daybreak screamed again, as the other stallion took up a position on her other side and smacked her ass with as much backswing as he could manage. There were red imprints there already, and by the satisfied look on Sunny’s face, Daybreak’s torture was just beginning.

“You know what? I don’t even care,” Sunny scoffed. “Guys, just keep whaling on her ass until she’s sorry. I’ll let you know when to stop.”

The stallions grinned in unison, and Daybreak could only squeeze her eyes shut as they got started. One after the other, they took turns slapping her ass with the paddle. Each one drew his arm back to get the best possible swing, and each one coaxed a loud choking yelp out of the poor blubbering unicorn. The crowd seemed to love it, cheering for each half-formed plea and wild scream that passed Daybreak’s lips as those two went about destroying her ass.

“No...no plea...AAAAOOOW!...you...you don’t need to do...EEEEEEK….I didn’t...didn’t mean to...OWWW! I CAN’T FEEL MY POOR BUTT ANYMORE! PLEAAAASE, I’M...AAAAAH...I’M SORRY! I’M SORRY THAT I WAS NAKED ON STAGE! I’M SORRY! I’M A NAUGHTY MARE FOR SHOWING MY TITS TO ALL OF THESE PONIES! PLEEEEEASE!”

Sunny waved her hand to get the stallions’ attention, giggling to herself. “Okay boys, I think she’s had enough of that. Hey, why not find something else to do with her, hmm?”

The stallions tossed the paddles aside, but one of them wasn’t quite done with her ass just yet. He took her by the hips, rubbing and grinding up against her as she hung upside-down. Daybreak whined and wailed at the sting of his hands against her sore ass, but she didn’t have much of an opportunity to complain. The second stallion swung a leg over her and crouched down directly over her head.

“You’re gonna stop fucking wailing and suck, lick and taste everything I let you reach, got me, slut?” he growled. As Daybreak’s eyes went wide again, he very pointedly unzipped his pants right over her face.

“Wai...wait...on...aaah...on...oooh...na...national television? Like...in front of everyone?” Daybreak gasped, still shocked and whining over the guy grinding up on her ass. “I...I can’t...everyone’s watching…”

“Sucks to be you, then,” the stallion said simply, tugging his pants down just a little and letting his cock hang out. He reached into his underwear and pulled his balls out without a hint of modesty, hanging them over Daybreak’s face before lowering himself down onto her, rubbing his taint up against her open mouth. Her nostrils were filled with the scent of musk and precum, and she couldn’t close her mouth with that other guy tugging on her panties to drive them up between her ass cheeks. With a very muffled cry, she was forced to lick and suck on her new partner’s nuts, right in front of damn near everyone in Equestria.

Marigold and Sunny, meanwhile, shared a giggly little whispered conversation off to one side. Apparently satisfied with what they’d decided on, Sunny sauntered over to her captive and waves for the crowd’s attention.

“Now that our little sub’s getting nice and warmed up, who wants to see her soft, wet cunt?” she called out. Daybreak definitely heard that, because her ears pinned right back against her head.

No...don’t show them that! That’s private! I’m not gonna go showing the whole country my pussy! What am I, some kind of slut? Nooooo! Daybreak thought, wiggling wildly underneath that stallion and inadvertently taking both of his massive balls in her mouth at the same time. She gagged, tongue poking limply out of her mouth and tickling his taint, so the stallion’s moans and grinding drowned out any protests that Daybreak might have had. What came out of her mouth, such as it was, was a muffled “Mmmmmmglmph!”

“Sounds like we’ve got some supporters!” Sunny bellowed, listening to the cheering crowd. “Marigold, do you wanna do the honours, or should I?”

“Nmmm!”

“Shut up, slut!”

Marigold and Sunny grabbed Daybreak’s panties in both hands, pulling her waistband taut before simply biting through it with their powerful batty fangs. Ponies jeered as Sunny triumphantly pulled Daybreak’s torn panties off, exposing her tight, wet little pussy for everyone to see. Daybreak’s toes curled as she felt just how exposed she was, feeling that burning humiliation and bitter defeat surging through her.

Wait...why am I wet?

Daybreak gulped as that stallion ground up on her ass again, though this time he had his cock out and squeezed her ass cheeks around his shaft, slowly thrusting up against her. He wasn’t even penetrating her, just teasing her, hotdogging her and using her body to get himself off. The guy on her face was no better, putting more weight on her as he encouraged her to suck and lick his balls. He tasted pretty bitter himself, but just having her head pressed down onto the stage by this guy’s stallionhood was...indescribable. It didn’t feel good, but that pressure,that embarrassment...that in itself felt weirdly appealing.

Sunny knelt down next to Daybreak, squeezing the tip of the guard pony’s ear between thumb and forefinger.

“Not so smart now, are you?” she giggled.

“Nmmph…”

“Who’s a sorry little whore?”

“Memmph…”

“And who made a big mistake by fucking with me?”

“MEMmmmph…” Daybreak choked, mouth full of stallion sack. Her horn flared bright amber, pulsing gently as she was used and played with for everyone’s amusement. Poor pony couldn’t understand what on earth her body was doing.

“Damn right,” Sunny snarled, patting the stallion on Daybreak’s face. “Hey, try fucking her tits. They look big and wet enough to manage it, even from a guy yours size.”

The stallion seemed all too happy to help, slowly turning around while letting Daybreak keep tonguing and sucking on his balls, before taking her tits in his hands and squeezing them hard. Daybreak tried to scream as her sensitive double Ds were played with, but she only got herself closer to accidentally swallowing one of his nuts, and she ended up choking again. He pushed her tits together with a flourish, squeezing them around his cock, and with slow grinding motions, he started using her tits as his own personal fuck toy. Daybreak’s sensitive tits were squeezed and rubbed over his thick, veiny cock, and the poor little guard pony let out soft moans at the teasing, but they did nothing to encourage him to tit fuck her faster or squeeze her more gently. He and his friend were using her as nothing more than some furry, sentient fleshlight. That’s what she’d been reduced to in front of the whole country; a sex toy.

There came an incredible cheer as the stallion working her ass came first, grinding up between her butt cheeks faster and faster until he let out a roar and let loose, shooting rope after rope of warm stallion jizz all over her ass, her inner thighs and her pussy itself. Daybreak’s limbs twitched as she struggled anew against her bonds, though it was just as fruitless as before. She was left completely powerless as she felt his cum run down her legs, over her pussy lips and up her belly. Poor Daybreak could feel the tickling sensation as it ran down her body, gulping and moaning into that stallion’s balls as she was forced to take it like a good little slut, but it was getting harder to breathe properly.

The second stallion followed his friend not long after, furiously tit-fucking her faster and more furiously as he panted and moaned. Daybreak’s teasing and ball-sucking had driven him mad, and he ferociously squeezed and slapped her tits together around his cock as he picked up the pace for the home stretch. Finally, with a loud moan - and another cheer from the crowd - he came too, cum spurting all over Daybreak’s inverted body. He covered her tits, her belly, and he even had enough range to splatter her pussy as well, before finally squeezing her tits around his dick one final time and letting up.

“Wo...wow…” Daybreak whispered, when he pulled himself off of her and raised his sack out of her mouth. “For a moment there, I didn’t think that you were gonna let me brea...GLMPH!”

“Shut the fuck up and clean my cock off, slut,” the stallion grumbled, as he drove his dick into her mouth again. He was semi-flaccid at least, but coated with his own cum and apparently dead set on using her as a cock cleaner. As Daybreak started lapping and sucking on his dick, greedily swallowing every drop, the other stallion approached her and crouched down next to her, too. He bumped his dick against her cheek, and she went wide-eyed as she realised what he wanted.

Wait, steady on...oh no...no no no...one at a time!

The second guy, apparently deaf to Daybreak’s internal monologue, didn’t wait for his pal to pull out before pushing his cock into her mouth as well. The poor palomino pony opened as wide as she could, feeling as if her jaw were about to be unhinged as she ran her tongue over both of their dicks as best she could. Her laboured, raspy breathing was drowned out by the crowd, and she couldn’t push either of them off or even tell one of them to get lost in this state.

“Oh, you’re a real slut if you can take two of these guys at the same time!” Sunny snickered, patting the stallions on the butt. One at a time, they pulled out of Daybreak’s mouth, leaving her short on breath, horrified and fuzzy in the head.

On top of everything else, the jizz she’d caught across the tits and belly was slowly dribbling down towards her head, and at her angle there was practically nowhere for it to go but in her mouth. Almost instinctively, Daybreak opened her mouth and dutifully tried to lick that cum off of her own chest. The vast majority of it simply dribbled into her open cum-hungry mouth of its own accord, leaving her looking like a complete jizz trough.

“And since you are a real slut,” Marigold continued. “Does anyone wanna come up here and use this bitch like the cum dump she is?”

There was a roar of excited stallions (and a few mares, too), but interestingly, the first one onto the stage was one of the diamond dogs from last night. He growled as Sunny led him over to Daybreak, giving him a pat on the back as he looked down at the open-mouthed unicorn with animalistic lust.

“N...nice doggy…” Daybreak whimpered stupidly.

The diamond dog didn’t seem to care what the hell she said to him, pointedly crawling on all fours up to her and tugging his jeans down to his knees. Daybreak squeaked when she caught sight of his canine dick inches from her face, shaking her head hurriedly.

“Wait...no…” she gasped. “If you knot in my mouth, I’ll choke on….mmmph!”

Yeah, that diamond dog didn’t care. He crouched over her, drove his dick straight into her mouth with one thrust, and put his weight on his hindquarters to make sure that she had no choice but to deepthroat him. Daybreak’s neck bulged out as she took his flared tip down her tight little throat again and again, gasping and whining in between rapid, powerful thrusts.

“Glk...glk...glk...nmmmm…” Daybreak mumbled, as if that was going to get that horny diamond dog to stop fucking her face right in the middle of a public stage. Robbed of air and barely able to breathe, Daybreak could see a black cloud around her vision, signalling the onset of unconsciousness.

“Wow, look at him go!” Sunny giggled. “Having fun, Daybreak? Feeling sorry yet?”

“P..pl...glk...plmmmmphglk…” Daybreak replied, as the diamond dog’s balls slapped repeatedly against her chin. There were so many ponies watching her like this, and all she could do was twitch and swallow cock like a good little slut. It was hard to remember exactly why else she’d come here anyway, especially with her mind all foggy!

As the diamond dog’s cock twitched and throbbed, Daybreak was briefly roused back to the present, realising that she had only a few moments before that big monster came right down her throat...and when he knotted, there was no way she’d be able to get him out.

“Nnnmmm...nnnn….” was all she could say, wiggling her head from side to side. That didn’t seem to help, though, and all it did was bring about her partner’s climax all the faster.

The diamond dog let out a howl as he hilted in her mouth, filling her tight little throat with his cock as he finally came. Torrents of sticky seed shot down her throat...and out of her nose, when she proved unable to swallow all of it in one go...but horrifically, it was exactly as Daybreak feared. She couldn’t breathe with that dick jammed in her mouth, and now the diamond dog couldn’t remove it. She tried breathing through her nose, but there was far too much jizz obstructing it for her to get air in her lungs. Finally, choking and whimpering, Daybreak passed out...and the last thing she saw was a crowd of eager stallions clambering onto the stage.

* * *

When Daybreak woke up, the first thing she smelled was the overwhelming stench of stale cum, her whole body feeling weirdly crusty. In denial about what had happened, she opened her eyes and looked around.

She lay outside in a back alley behind the theatre, covered in jizz, used condoms and, looking down at her tits, tally marks written in permanent marker. She tried to move her limbs, and at the very least they were responsive, but her self-respect and appearance had apparently both gone down the drain.

Curiously, a post-it note was stick to her nipple by a clothes peg, which pinched into her sensitive nerve centres and made her squeak croakily. With shaking hands, Daybreak removed it and read the note:

Hey Daybreak,

We lost your clothes. I mean, we didn’t exactly look that hard, but we didn’t find them. You made a killing today! Just remember what happens when you fuck with me the next time you want to start shit with a bat pony.

Good luck getting home naked!

Sunny <3

Daybreak dropped the note, seething. With all the effort she could muster, she pulled herself onto her hands and knees and began crawling home.

Yeah, Daybreak thought to herself, shuffling down the back alley and trying not to collapse, I’ll remember what happens...bitch…

And with that, Daybreak set off into the city as the sun began to rise over Canterlot.

Imagine her surprise when it gets light out and she realises that someone wrote “COCK SLEEVE” on her ass cheeks.

The End(?)

Author's Note

* Feathery fountain pens are standard issue to villainesses with sketchy evil contracts for protagonists to sign. Trust me, I saw The Little Mermaid one time.

** This line brought to you by the letter D: https://41.media.tumblr.com/e48725b04d2645a400ddc06db460f679/tumblr_mntrsmC5GW1qflqovo1_500.jpg