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.