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