Trio of Twilight Tormentors

Sunset Shimmer paced around the padded room with one hand clawing into her own face and the other pointing a dementedly shaking index finger to her side. Her incoherent mumbles and grumbles were covered up by a persistent “BZZZT” sound emitting from the center of the room, as well as a variety of other curious sides. Trixie Lulamoon, who stood on the far opposite of the dark yellow unicorn, made a circle with her thumb and index finger and flashed a glittering grin, turning her head around and lighting up her horn.

“That went exactly as the great and vengeful Trixie planned!” She declared cockily.

The “BZZZT” turned into a much quieter hum, but when the items of furniture inside the room that were not bolted down began to tumble as if an earthquake had erupted, a shrill groan erupted from Sunset. Before she could launch a disenchantment bolt at the object in the middle of the room that the unicorns had been busy with, another one of them contributed to the commotion. A wide, light blue aura came over every single misplaced item, putting it back into place and keeping it there. The brightest, densest portion of that aura enveloped the center of the room, and, with a bright flash, the hum was gone.

“There is no need to get to hostility. We are all equal—” Starlight Glimmer raised her head and looked first at the exasperated yellow unicorn and then at the blue one, grinning anomalously wide, her fits on her hips, chest raised. She took a second before continuing the sentence. “—equally dedicated in our pursuit. Now let’s try again.” The pale pink unicorn seemed to make absolute sure she sounded like a junior grade school teacher.

“I’ve graduated years ago, Ms. Run-Away-And-Brood, I don’t need any of this from you!” The yellow unicorn tugged at her mane, a near literal fiery waterfall of yellow and red, staring at the other two mages with her eyes popping out. “I thought I’ve learned what “dysfunctional” meant beyond the mirror, but oooh no!”

"You didn't graduate, you quit Princess Celestia's studies," the pale pink one said plainly, fixing the collar of her blue button-up.

"For all I care, I graduated! I was getting dumber and dumber by the day once she started shoving this "friendship magic" down my throat. She thought she didn't need me, well, fine - I didn't need her! Besides." Sunset scratched her neck and lit up her horn, focusing the teal beam on the middle of the room. "Much good it did her. So now— what is she doing."

The two of them looked plainly at Trixie, who held the object in the middle of the room in a tight embrace and had begun to glow a suspicious dark pink light. She blinked in an image of innocousness, flashing a blinding white smirk, muttering something from the corner of her mouth. Sunset immediately fired off multiple magic projectiles in her direction, while Starlight took a second to shout:

"STOP THAT MARE!!!"

Within a few moments, an arcane catfight ensued, with bolts and balls and orbs flying to and fro, the blue unicorn running circles around the room while the other two yelled and threw things at her. That lasted for several minutes, until Sunset gathered it inside herself to apply the same localized time dilation spell Trixie used, and catch up to the super-speeding backstabber, who was until then making high-pitched noises every time a bolt flew too close to her, and was attempting to teleport around every chance she got. The excessively decorated, star-ornamented cape she wore on top of a skin-tight dark leather outfit was her undoing, as Sunset caught on it and tugged, causing Trixie to flop face-down on the floor.

"That's it! She can't be trusted!" the yellow unicorn growled, panting, while turning over the fallen trickster and putting her hands, clad in tight fingerless gloves, around her throat, shaking it hard. "This is the seventh time she tried to do this over the past two days! AND I'M NOT COUNTING HOW WE MET HER!!!"

Sunset Shimmer was, however, flung off the incapacitated, choking magician, when a light blue bolt hit her back, lightly scorching her brown vest. She flew upside-down into a wall with a loud "HMF" sound. The two of them were soon contained within cocoons of magic - ones they instantly began to pierce through, of course, but it took them long enough so that Starlight had time to lecture them once more:

"I said enough. We will continue to set up the procedure until either the time bubble implodes, or you learn to work together. By now, I no longer expect you not to be... mature. All I need is for BOTH of you to stop trying to have our revenge all for yourself. Learn," Starlight lowered her voice while using the remainders of her constriction magic to carefully, but forcefully, tap the mares' heads against the floor and the wall respectively. "To. Share."

When Trixie and Sunset were free, they were exhausted enough not to have the energy to instantly go back to infighting, so her words got to sink in. The yellow unicorn growled, looking at the somewhat peaceful visage of the pale pink mage, who put her hand on top of what they had been fighting over and brushed its mane.

"Twilight isn't going anywhere, after all, is she?" Starlight allowed herself a cheeky smile and a chuckle. Soon thereafter, the other two joined in with their own brands of laughter, Trixie's only sounding genuine because no actor could forcefully make their laughter so dramatic, Sunset's a low, grumbling cackle. It did take some physical activity and reminders to return to the realization that they were no longer obliged to be at each other's throats, especially not literally - they were all in this together, they were beyond reproach, they had all the time and resources in the world, and it was all one hundred percent according to plan. Each of them was sure the plan was hers, of course (Starlight's assurance that there was equal credit among them was obvious hogwash, Sunset knew), but that didn't make it any less perfect.

For all the time each of them spent a thorn in Equestria's finest's side, the fact that this idea never crossed anyone's mind was ludicrous, considering their talents. The fact that they all happened to share majorly similar types of violent sexual lust was also ludicrous. Again, to all but the pale pink equalitarian, who was delighted at another sign of equality. Still, it was all the same - the three of them put their efforts together, and the toughest part of their plan was done.

Sunset was, not unexpectedly, the keystone of their plan. Her experience with interdimensional travel and having studied the mirror allowed for this to happen and keep them far beyond any retribution. With enough raw power, they had the means to their ends - a method of transport.

Starlight was the guidelight in their travels. Once the dimensional directory was available to them, her knowledge, acquired through various means and barely preserved after the fateful encounter that all but saw Equestria turned to her side, let her narrow the other Equestrias only to the ones they could sensibly use. She was honest about the drastic nature of alternate dimensions when coming forward with it to the other two, but then just as honest in being able to narrow those dimensions down and keep them safely contained in one.

And lastly, Trixie was the muscle. Clearly not an academic brainiac, she was nonetheless very potent and, once aware of what needed to be done, step by step, could put her innate magical power to great use. She maintained the connections, kept restraints intact, and it was her that powered up the time bubble that they constructed in the plane outside planes, allowing them to warp time and a bit of space to their current needs. Trixie would have been invaluable if not for her being Trixie, which included but was not limited to putting a "personal touch" on everything she did, and consistently trying to improvize. After having had to have dinner in the form of liquified, sentient, somehow fluffy thin air that kept asking about the nature of the universe, Trixie's value was numerable. Sunset believed it to be around a 1 out of 100, but it was the one digit they needed for it all to work, regrettably.

Twilight Sparkle, Equestria's magical spearhead and the Princess of Friendship in the universe the three of them originated from, naturally, was the vital part of the object in the middle of the room. Hands strung up and locked in complex finger locks, legs and feet put through a circular set of string-based stockades, leaning against a heavy machine with much in the way of potential perversion, clad in little more than her underwear - after all they had gone through thanks to her (and to get to her), that was exactly how she should have been. Tightly blindfolded, gagged, ears stuffed with muffs. It was Starlight and Trixie who provided the equipment, the former conjuring it up via the use of interdimensional aether, the latter having somehow owned a lot of it prior to their travel. Sunset was still getting around to figuring out how it worked and what most of it was for, especially the things they haven't gotten to yet, of which there were extremely many.

Of course, there was that caveat wherein this was a Twilight Sparkle from the universe where she only just received her Grand Galloping Gala ticket, but Starlight assured everyone that it was exactly the same purple prissy miscreant they all knew and hated. The one that had them all flee - in shame, in flame, in ruin - was effectively this, but later. No difference. At all. Sunset rubbed her temple every time she remembered the high-pitched squeal Trixie put out once this came together in her head.

After having let out sufficient maniacal laughter, each of them felt calmer, more cooperative. Sunset peeled herself off the wall and Trixie upper herself from the floor, petting her cape as she did so. The room was soon back to proper form and shape - stylized more for function than form, warping into additional dimensions for bonus space in the corners, housing many containers, drawers, and furniture to lounge in, the walls conspicuously padded. All these things were conjured up by Starlight and Trixie, and Sunset could not help but wonder whose imagination created the walls, as well as many other perplexing things. In truth, as they went through many of the proposed tools, the yellow runaway had no idea what most of them were for. She let nobody know, of course, but still, that only made her want the same thing Trixie wanted - Twilight all to herself, with none of the complications and silliness the other two provided.

Twilight, even while blind, mute, deaf, scared, stolen and confused, still managed to be the center of everyone's attention. That, among many things, was reason enough for the rogue mage to want about an eternity alone with her - things had to be put in perspective, and not through odd devices or brainwashery. The trembling, desperately fizzling out of her locked up horn, quietly panting unicorn attached to the stretcher pole in the middle of the room needed a lesson in natural ferocity and magical abuse.

"Hmf. She's not going anywhere, sure, but we're not growing younger either," she quipped, brushing her shoulder.

"Neither are we getting older. Unless any of you have the bright idea to do something to me..." Starlight retorted immediately, pacing behind the shuddering piece of hateful purple pony. "In which case I do hope you're prepared to negotiate with interdimensional entities of many calibers. Remember - we're a team, whether you like it or not. Trixie, we're looking right at you right now, why are you trying to slip away with Twilight again."

The dull tone with which the equalitarian spoke her threat said enough - typically, she was just a little bit explosive. Trixie's tricks have gotten them both so ticked that dealing with her routine attempts at escaping with Twilight or throwing them out into the immaterial void or killing them or turning them into oranges or making them hallucinate they were exacting revenge while she got to have the real things was no longer infuriating. The blue magician, by this point, was more harmful in her campaigning of the many, many tools she brought with her, ones that Sunset, once again, could not begin to understand (a nervous system made of pink fuzz? Five fluffy shuddering... objects fit for oblong extremities? A portable blackboard?). Sometimes, that mare would retreat to her corner of their bubble and very, very audibly practice with the tools, throwing her voice and impersonating Twilight, talking for two ponies at once. Mercifully, the nature of the dimensional anomaly they resided in meant Sunset had no idea what actually went on in there.

"No you're not! The Great and Vengeful Trixie is that way," the magician pointed to behind Starlight Glimmer. The respective mare gently rubbed her face with her palm. When that apparently failed to calm down, she made a sharp turn and sunk her teeth into Twilight's ear.

"Hrrrghhhh," the renegade mage scowled and growled upon seeing her prize handled like that, out of turn, and in that manner. That was HER prerogative, not the would-be dictator's.

"Heeheehee," Trixie expressed her delight at the shrill, panicked noise that managed to make its way through the loathed unicorn's comprehensive muzzle gag.

"That is better." The equalitarian sighed and gave Twilight Sparkle a gentle pat on her head, fixing up her mane after it had been ruffled by all the thrashing she did. The pale pink unicorn's horn lit up a little, and the knuckle-finger locks clicked a bit tigether. "We're nearly done. Soon enough the apparatus will be fit to maintain itself long enough, and we can delve into our vengeance."

"This is not an "apparatus", this is a waste of time. All we're doing is setting up all these... bondage... positions... then disassembling them and starting over. It's just a pole, a seat, and a pair of stocks! Just have us at her already, what's the point!" Sunset shook her fists in front of her face, fighting the urge to dig into a unicorn foot not too far from her.

"You were explained that many times. Don't pretend to be silly, please - we're almost done with basic restrainment. After this setup is done, we'll be able to switch her between them on a whim." The pale pink mare lectured, gently - gently!!! - rubbing the captive's shoulders.

"And I still don't get how this helps us - she's bound, she can't move, she can't see, she can't talk, she can't do anything, just have us at her already!"

"Wow, the Great and Vengeful Trixie looks good in this..." the magician mumbled some distance away from Sunset|Starlight methodics debate #57, staring into a mirror - one of the objects she brought with herself - which did not appear to show any visible reflection. Not that the renegade cared, of course.

"So you do remember! Just refer yourself to my explanation from back then. Now, if you would still refuse to help us conjure up her leg belts, then do as you wish. We'll call you when it's time." Starlight Glimmer smiled in a manner more than inviting for an inferno of a punch, but alas, Sunset knew she had to restrain herself. With another scowl, she returned to her corner to brood.

Starlight's explanation was about as exasperating as Trixie's. Neither of them got it. Every thing Starlight wanted to do revolved around what Twilight thought - make her think this, make her think that, make her feel this, make her feel that. It was pitiful, like if she was swooning after the damn over-privileged sheltered bookworm. Oh, I wish Twilight would scream in this exact pitch after I change her bondage from this to that within a matter of a mere second, oh I'm so smart! Oh, I wish Twilight would climax in fear after I telepathically infiltrate her mind just to tell her that I just did that! Oh, I wish Twilight would try to mumble out that she loves me when I tell her that that's the safeword, and once she says it she's free to join my community and help us rebuild! For how smart she showed herself off to be, that unicorn was little less of an idiot than Trixie Lulamoon. That was no small achievement.

Still, in all this, there was a point. Sunset could not just throw, say, a Pillar of Conflagration at the two of them, and then be done with it - the only way this could work out was if this space bubble remained. She could not do it alone, so they had to be tolerated. That did not prevent her from brooding, of course. Quite fortunately, a perk of the space-time manipulation they had undertaken was a frivolous control over what her mind perceived as time. With a deep sigh, the renegade mage set her inner timer to skip ahead by about four hours. Time was quite dilated in here, in ways Starlight understood more than either of them - Sunset had a good grasp of it, Trixie didn't care. The gist appeared to be that time did not pass, their thoughts made time pass, but the filter between the thought and the realization was individualized and manipulated. Obviously, she understood it on a deeper theoretical level, but in her current sexual frustration, what mattered was that to Twilight, this felt like hours on end, melting into days and then possibly into weeks, while her body refused to succumb to exhaustion or needs. For herself, she could just speed ahead when she felt like it. It seemed that her body filled the time skipped with suitable activity.

The yellow unicorn found herself doing angry pushups when the time had elapsed. She continued that, not wishing to see the two fiddling about with her prey and prettying her up when she seriously shouldn't have been given that privilege. Somewhat surprisingly, the angry workout trance was interrupted soon enough.

"Sunset! Sunset Shimmeeer! Unless you want to surrender your part in this, come out of your corner! We're just about to begin," Starlight's voice came from the main dimensional area of the room. The mage turned her head to see the pale pink unicorn lounging on a couch she had conjured up, exactly next to the bound up Twilight, as if lacking realization that she looked like she was offering herself instead. The yellow unicorn dropped out of her push-ups from that mental image, and stoop up with a "Hmf".

"The Great and Vengeful Trixie still thinks that she should have sealed that part of the dimensional thingy away and been done with it," Trixie said casually, her hands around her chest, rubbing the large diamond button of the cloak. Neither of the two even batted an eyelid by then.

"I'd say I'm surprised you didn't leave me in the dark, but you're both so... damn... odd, that I'm not surprised by anything you do anymore," Sunset said to brush the situation off, walking around the despicable purple pony and examining what they'd done to her. Sure enough, it was a different bondage setup - it seemed that Starlight and Trixie's collaboration worked out.

The purple unicorn was tightly belted to the pole now, an additional layer of needless comfort pillows keeping her unhurt, with her hands stretched out in front of her, fingers free, but tied close together and attached to a chain that went way into the ceiling. Her upper part was almost being torn apart, but not enough to be really painful, enough to be disturbing instead. The miniscule attire remained the same (if Sunset had her way, there would have been none to begin with), exposing the tautness her upper body had gained via this means of restrainment. Lastly, a particular spot of focus, unfortunately shared between the three mares, was the feet - stretched out just as well, attached to newly conjured up slabs of padded metal, strapped down excessively, leaving them with no squirm room whatsoever safe for the exposed, dimly nyloned, otherwise bare feet sticking out. They scrunched their plumpy little toes in abject terror, forcing Sunset to keep her mouth shut so as to avoid potential drool. This pose was the first they had assembled, one "day" ago, and it was still about just as... hmmm... passable, as it was then. Besides—

“SCRRREEEEEEE”

"GYYEEAAAGHHH!!!" the yellow unicorn shrieked and gurgled, leaping backwards, her eyes widening and her irises shrinking.

"Oh, huh, not surprised, not even by this, mmm?!" Trixie rattled, tilting her head, while a disproportional, sparkling, dark pink-glowing animalistic-looking maw that came out of her cupped hands growled a sudden loud noise right in Sunset's face. The magician's horn barely shone, at that.

"TTRRRGHHHHHRHGHRGHRGHRHGHRH!!!"

Before they could interrupt the main course when it hadn't even started yet, they were once again bound down by light blue magic, and told:

"Stand. Down."

After about five seconds of panting on Sunset's side and absent chuckling on Trixie's, the order changed, and was much more agreeable even to the rebellious renegade:

"Torture time."

With that, they were released, rather gracefully at that, while the peaceful-looking lounging pale pink dictator gently outstretched her arm and ran her fingers up and down Twilight's side right next to her. The shrill, mumbled, confused giggle-sobs were enough to inspire teamwork and community in the dysfunctional trio - more than enough. At last, at long last, they could get to work. Sunset, despite her efforts, did drool, even with her mouth closed.

After that much anticipation, Trixie and Sunset rivaled one another in their drive. Not unsurprisingly, the two mares were quickly wrapped around the exposed feet, their coincidental fetish forcing them together yet again. Whether villainy transfered various strands of foot fetishism along with itself, Sunset couldn't know, it wasn't her area of academic expertise, but what she did know was that it was delicious. It really, truly was. The renegade clawed at the bare left foot like an animal, destroying the despicable nylons covering it up - a frustrating fetish inclination of Starlight's - to make her way to the succulent, wholly terrified, twitchy, sensitive pink flesh. There were so, so many ways she contemplated vengeance, but this idea was purely genius. No pain, no blood, no gore, no mess, very involved, and very, very stimulating - embarassing, too! Though that last part did little to Sunset. What mattered to her was that she was making Twilight Sparkle's life a darker, deeper hell than they already made sure it was, and it was glorious.

Her short, albeit neatly manicured nails took some time to claw the thin nylons apart, delivering a dose of strokes that imbued the hopeless captive with wormy squirming and delightful muffled shrieks. Being the self-confident mare that she was, the yellow unicorn was, of course, absolutely open and forward with her attraction to the torture of tickling, and definitely didn't spend several days non-disclosing it with the other two until they happened to have mentioned that they had it just as well. How could someone unconfident in herself scratch and stroke writhing flesh so vigorously? Stroke, claw, dig, poke, leave blushing traces, for what felt like - and, thanks to the time dilation, was! - hours? It was vengeance heaven, a world isolated, broken off from time, from reservations of space that would otherwise have had the unicorn tired and aching. Her fingers dug in and exploited for comfortable amounts of time, but to the hated would-be Princess it felt like actual hours of merciless attacks on her most sacred and sensitive, with no end of her sensitivity or air supply or muscle power in sight. The only thing being drained was her sanity, and knowing that was so good that Sunset—

"HRRRGHRGHRgggrrhhlllllmmmmmfffmmmmmm, mmmm, mmmm..." she let out a loud moan as her mouth enveloped right over the tortured appendage. It was untargeted, uncorrected, primal, vicious, she didn't have any idea what exactly she was chewing and lapping at. The haze, the steamy, unflappable haze, it made Twilight taste like vengeance - and not the modest layer of lavender-smelling sweat that covered the unicorn through the wishes of the other two.

There was more to Sunset's stooping down to attacking her hated rival's foot with her teeth, of course. She needed to block out the other two, that was it. Trixie and Starlight were very, very distracting, and terribly wrong. It was their growl-inducing approaches to torturing Twilight to tears that made Sunset take the low road. After all, she had to sit right next to where Trixie stood - stood! - and trimuphantly giggled to herself, making orchestra conductor gestures in the air as what looked like an unwrapped ball of yarn floated in the air next to her and extended its sparkly tendrils toward the unicorn. The painfully overcomplex-looking thing looked strikingly fuzzy and seemed to elicit a low, vibrating hum, which was more trouble yet, because the sheer vengeance filling up Sunset's system did not small trick on her nethers, and the tiny vibrations reaching her from Trixie's side weren't very welcome.

The... yarntacles, they swarmed and slid all over the purple unicorn, which was good in theory, but made the mage nibble furiously on a miserable ball of the foot at her disposal when she considered where those tendrils went. Only some of them did the right thing and strung themselves over, through, and around the toes of the right foot, also wrapping around the rest of it, scrunching the nylons up - but the many, many others? All over the place, in complete disorder, and doing it wrong. Hugging the knees, wrapping around some spots on her back, sliding around the arms and hands - why hands, why, who taught this mare how to torture? - and one of them even poking the pony's nose, all fuzzy and buzzy and wriggling the entire time.

Sunset Shimmer ended up accidentally blowing a loud, vigorous raspberry over the foot when she knew she had to growl. There was definite smell of female excitement in the air, and it wasn't Twilight's. She cast a restless, disparate set of sparks to distance her corner of the room, foot in tow, so that it was as if she was far, far away from the other two, while remaining in clear sight and looking present. It made her mad, because that was what she should have done straight away - sure, they had to do Twilight all together, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to use loopholes to avoid having to be exposed to what the others were doing. Now she definitely had it all in check. Starlight Glimmer kept quiet, sure, whispering something to herself, but the occasional clitter-clatter of her much sharper fingernails was noise enough.

That mare took it on herself to torture Twilight's top, which was good in theory, but, of course, she went about it in the most exasperating way possible. Not anywhere near intense enough - her hands swam around the helpless, taut torso, gently, almost playfully wriggling their fingers, avoiding Trixie's tricks and giving the unicorn's bits gentle pokes. In fact, the pale pink mare had their captive in a hug, sitting right next to her, leaining over, and having both arms around her, merely sliding her hands around. Light touches, with only occasional, five or so second bursts of intense digging and clawing in the extra-exposed armpits, stretched far out thanks to Twilight's position, and frequent visits further down. Whenever the mare broke out of the hug and gave Sunset a shimmer of hope for proper torturing, it merely meant that the free hand went to fiddle with Twilight's panties and inner thighs, while the "comforting" - ugh - physical contact would be maintained by Starlight stuffing her mug into the purple pony's armpit and rubbing it all around her side. The mage swore she would hear her elicit low murrs and purrs as she did that. To fail at torturing a hated victim that hard, one needed to be convinced they were doing it right, and the would-be dictator was definitely that.

The only thing about those two, Sunset thought, growling and clawing and nibbling at what was alotted to her, occasionally bumping her snout against the stocks and growling even harder, was that they made that mare suffer at least a bit. Without a contest, she had to have been the worst, but they did something too. Obviously, it was all stretched out to her. Calculating in her head and throwing some other numbers around, the renegade mage could safely say that Celestia's faux apprentice felt as if each of them had been at her for... over 20 hours, in fact. That was certainly a pleasing thought, imagining what went on in her head, feeling all this, stretched out over time in due doses, suitably mixed up so as not to be too repetitive, never ever getting used to it, never feeling hunger or thirst, never feeling exhausted, only tried and tired. It was Sunset's technique with Starlight's meddling - the mage perfected the way to mix the dilated activities up so that they wouldn't turn into a disjointed blend to their victim, and instead feel as if they simply mixed it up every once in a while, with her reactions being genuine in return as well (obviously, the dictator added all the annoying no-no's in, justifying it as Twilight being far too easy to physically destroy that way). One could think of them as building blocks that their magic created a more time-suitable torture out of for the nasty mare - all their input was still very much there, but they didn’t have to turn it into routine, it remained quite fun. Very smart, very proficient, very effectual.

Sunset almost shrieked when that thought gave way to juices and her jeans were overflown with gooey satisfaction. The renegade even took a second to stare in front of herself, at the eagerly squirming unicorn who maintained the mental capacity to writhe even after roughly 22 hours of having been exploited like this. The yellow mare's chest heaved, her vest and sweater stuck to the layer of sweat she had exerted, and her mane was also a mess, covered in Twilight's sweat as well as her own, not to mention bits of saliva from growling. Sure enough, the vengeful mage growled yet again when an annoying buzzing noise rang out, a similarly annoying, calm, ordering female voice following suit:

"Enough! A reprieve. Twenty four hours had passed for Twilight. She'll need some alone time, or she won't last the whole session," Starlight destroyed what joy Sunset's climax brought her, and reverted the room back to its usual level of distortion. The captive was a positively destroyed mess, but the fiery renegade was indeed fiery. Flushed and scowling, she minced over to her corner and took care of the mess.

She had completely, utterly forgotten to apply dilation to herself so that she'd be unexhaustable and infallible. She sweated, she huffed, she panted, she hungered, she thirsted, she CAME. The mare took no part in Trixie and Starlight's discussion over how the first torture segment out of many went, and was only somewhat recovered from her embarassment and paranoia that her failure may be noticed by when it was time again. She emerged, suitably enchanted this time, having crunched and munched on a few comfort carrots and a pack of ramen while resting and hoping nobody noticed her lose it like that.

Her burning hatred to more or less all the things was vastly amplified when she saw what Twilight was turned into. The mare was upright now! Not even forced to sit or lay! Well, on a purely technical level, she kneeled, but that was in the air. It was THAT setup, the one that caused her boycott of the stupid preparations. The fiddly purple hands, were forced through thin horizontal stocks near the visual ceiling of the room, after which her body hung and wriggled up until the knees, dangling freely in the air. Her feet were locked to a similar set of stocks, around the level her curvy bottom, left unwriggling due to excessive pink padding and a set of optional (mandatory) toe ties hanging off a set of hooks. What kept her in place was simple gravitation magic, which Trixie took care of, it seemed, judging by the starry sparkles popping up here and there, as well as the faint red-purple aura around the unicorn. The upright, almost standing unicorn, who, safe for her feet, could dangle and wriggle, suspended in the air, tail attached to the tiled floor. Sunset would protest and just have her be strapped down in a nice cross, eyes open and only a gag in her mouth, but alas, she had to deal with this, the everpresent horn cap and muzzle-blinders intact.

The mage’s hateful drive allowed her to reach the feet first, and Trixie, brandishing what looked like a… a… an egg whisk?.. was driven off by a guttural hiss. The magician raised her gloved hands and backed off, noticing a spark of flame on the tip of the renegade's horn. Evidently deciding that it wasn't enough of a go-complain-to-Starlight matter, she went to take place in front of Twilight to said mare's side. While Sunset wondered how long in their time (the last session felt like approximately an hour and a half to her) it would take for Trixie to be banished somewhere to the side, she was glad enough - Twilight's trembling, stretched out, virtually nacked back and buttocks obscured the two from her. That definitely worked.

Despite being pleased with having full reign of the damned would-be Princess' behind, Sunset kept her snarl going, eliminating the reformed nylons way off her two wriggling prizes. Her hot, shaky breath scored the first squirm, touching the seemingly plain spots all over the purple pony's back, her torturer's snout so close that every huff and puff she made while exacting her revenge sent an insufferable stream of breath down her spine. The yellow mare was not one for sidetracks and caveats, but the feeling of your hated rival literally breathing down your neck while you hung helpless and hopeless was a succulent one to relish in. Even more so, of course, once she let her hands and horn loose.

Having the squirmy, deathly frightened feet tops down and quickly fastened down with the help of the attached ties made skittering and clawing and tearing into them a bone-shuddering pleasure. The sheer thought of how insufferably horrendous the experience must have been or the nasty little thing made Sunset's knees quiver, the realization that the many hours of incredible stress and fear added on to amplify them even further made her posture croaky, and the thought that the only thing to save her was all of them getting bored of it... The renegade found herself growling, snarling, nibbling and biting all over the desperately shaking unicorn's back. Her snout rubbed furiously, as if trying to push Twilight out of the way, and bit wherever the purple looked tasty, which it did everywhere. The heated mare's hot sweat mixed in with the captive victim's lavender streams of secreting terror as her snout rubbed and nubbed all over the back. The surprisingly good position for the feet, open for exploitation and torture, the access to her back, the indubitable, delicious discomfort of suspension... It was almost as if the remaining two thirds of the trio had a point for once, until Sunset looked past Twilight and at them for a moment.

Hopeless as always, Starlight poking all over the place and occasionally getting her manicured hands in Sunset's field of view, Trixie... doing something odd. There was little consolation - they were lost causes. The pale pink mare never kept her hands in one spot too long, it was chaotic, sporadic, light, teasing, testing - an entire day of this for the damned mare was bad, of course, but it could have been so, so much worse! Perhaps the only redeeming factor was what she chose to do with her mouth. Instead of faintly whispering abject mumbles as she typically would, the mare generously lapped up the copious amounts of tears that inevitably streamed from behind Twilight's thick, tight blindfold (still coupled with the persistent earmuffs). Sunset could but approve of that, although she would gladly prefer the image of these eyes in absolute horror as well. Trixie... Trixie placed the egg whisk over Twilight's head and pumped it, vibrating the nubby ends that attached themselves tightly to the unicorn's scalp. The mage considered the possibility that it was that thing that caused the purple mare's back to feel so soft, producing light vibrations all the way down her nervous system, minimizing the desperate, suspended captive's squirming, but that gave the aloof magician way too much credit.

Besides, even if that were the case, she'd have switched from just lightly pumping the whisk with barely an occasional flicker of fingers under the damnable mare's chin or around her horn. As it stood, the oddball unicorn spent the entire one point half hours that Sunset Shimmer perceived of their session doing exactly that, which ruled out any reason. As for herself, the yellow unicorn became quite acquainted with the texture and taste of most of Twilight, occasionally almost biting into Starlight's fiddly fingers. To her, the knowledge that for their captive, she had been biting and abusing her for an entire day was reason enough to differentiate little, only changing up chomp patterns and differing the abuse the feet received.

The second session having gone well, the mage departed the purple pony on the call. In her safe corner, the mage made sure to keep her juices in check, and gulped down a bottle of water she'd conjured up so as to alleviate the taste of Twilight that had accumulated in her mouth. It would have been easy to disable all these needs and reflexes, of course, but that would have made imagining the hell they were putting the worthless little mare through much harder. So Sunset held fast, and simply got herself in a productive state of mind for the next encore.

Emerging from her dimensional corner in an agitated, huffy jog, she found reason to throw her hands up in the air slightly and grin. Twilight was found in a delicious horizontal X-stretch, tough, leathery restraints holding down her arms in their entirety, and her legs all the way down from the knee. What could wriggle of her torso did so, but it was pitiful and exposed, her only articles of protection being the everpresent modest purple bra, panties, nylons, and the leather around her arms and legs. That position was courtesy of Sunset, and she gladly sauntered over to Twilight, only to realize at the last moment that there was a problem with the horizontal setup - now she could and would always see the other two. Trixie was lifting up her arms, already having found her way to the feet, leaving the yellow unicorn with only the frustrating options of either scorch everyone or share the upper body with Starlight. Regrettably, she could but choose the former. The dumb magician at least disposed of the nylons.

Of course, she made a show of not cooperating with what the dictator was trying to do. Her gloved hands took up as much space as possible, relegating the other mare to nooks and crannies with her silly tickles. Sunset's domain, scratches, drills, scrapes, and deep muscle stimulation, was nearly all of the shuddering tummy, much of the bobbing breasts, and definitely the second best torment spot after the occupied feet - the private area past the panties. For about twenty minutes of their time, the renegade successfully bullied the other mare off her Twilight, leaving her with little more than forceful nose-rubs and odd, incoherent whispers to perform. Alas, it was the privates they eventually fought over. The clawed yellow hand clad in a fingerless glove collided with a much daintier, manicured pale pink hand with a teasing index finger extending outwards.

"Hiiiiissss." Sunset frowned, swatting the interloper away. "Mine."

"I've been there five times already," Starlight said calmly, smugly, tilting her head, patting Twilight on the cheek as she spoke. "She's been so responsive, and you want to sacrifice that for your fiddling?"

"She what? I didn't notice." The yellow unicorn threw her head back, eyes shut in indignance, her free hand clawing and almost snipping at the plush purple pony sides.

"Oh, didn't you feel her arch her back so, so desperately? Admit it, you enjoyed that. You're very tactile, Sunset Shimmer, you would have."

"The Great and Vengerful Trixie takes credit for that!" said the one that neither of them really wanted to hear from right now. Unfortunately, her voice was audible behind the chugging noises her machinery was making while she herself lounged in an armchair in front of Twilight's feet. Some odd, angular, sparkly crystalline contraption engaged all around the captive's bare soles, leaving only the tops visible, shaking in place, and, as both other mares realized, doing the same to the table. "It's on the "arch" setting right now. Let's go to "climax""

Sunset barely got to groan and Starlight barely got to cup her face in her hands before both of them had to step away in surprise. With a sudden whir, the slabs Twilight was attached to began to positively rock despite having been manifested with bolts attaching them to the floor. The power of whatever Trixie had attached to the purple pony's feet was so immense that it was rocking the entire room - something so vastly climactic that it shuddered the universal energies outside. Mild amounts of dark purple goop drooped out of an exertion port to the side of the contraption, pooling into a cup, which the magician picked up once it got to a suitable level, and gladly glomped down, licking her lips and eliciting a delighted "Aaaahhh, sssoooooo goood..."

The noises and movements of the unicorn were just as intense. Despite the tight blindfold and gag, the renegade clearly heard shrieks of positive despair, of sexual ravaging. Howls of torment, moans of the abyss. She did, indeed, arch her back, and even touching her sensitive belly during such an arch sent such a fuzzy shock down Sunset's arm that the enchantment preventing her from blowing her own load almost failed. The yellow unicorn stood on shaky legs after that, barely holding her own, only maintaining her posture by conjuring up a pole to lean against. The equalitarian was taken aback as well, looking at the spectacle with googly eyes and a dropped jaw. The two torturers took in the spectacle for much, much longer than they'd have wanted to admit, often trying to join in, but always being shaken off by the intensity. Twilight had been kept on "climax" for a full half hour, and it was more than clear that the only thing keeping her intact was all of their precautions. Sunset considered what it must have been like - with time stretched out and rearranged, all the sensations taken into building blocks and placed into more hourly, less repetitive methods... Her mouth was locked in an involuntary "O" when Starlight found her own restraint as well, and called this off.

The yellow unicorn, however, was quicker in finding her common sense. She was gone to her locked off corner to contemplate what had happened by when Trixie Lulamoon assaulted Starlight with troubling questions. Sunset knew more than well that this would have happened after such a showing - this session, these... eighteen hours, or so - she could barely count them up properly after such a show! - went beyond the torture either of them had anticipated. Obviously, each of them thought she would deliver the most vengeance. Seeing a rival accomplish more, and such an inept one at that? It was food for thought, and Trixie devoured it, regurgitating it into a statue to her own greatness. While a mere figure of speech, what happened when Sunset was back for the next assault was close enough in terms of Trixie-ego-stroking.

"...and in light of the recent developments... the remaining four sessions we have left until our bubble begins to lose integrity have been rearranged. Each of us... has one to herself. Twilight undergoes twenty-four hours of nothing but torture inflicted sheerly by one of us, an equal period of time..." she spoke, holding off the other two mares who were already in on the idea of taking over this particular one. Alas, it was Starlight who managed their activities, which they agreed to in the first place, neither of them having much of a taste for politics (not anymore, in Sunset's case). "...presumably equally torturous just as well. We share the final one together, one last time. After that, we undergo our retreat protocol. Now—"

"Good, good, good, the Great and Vengeful Trixie is first, she-knows-she-knows-she-knows," the insufferable blue magician made both of the other mares' mouths hang open as she was somehow already by their captive, with a multitude gadgets already in place no less. Sunset fired off a weak bolt of flame in her general direction, but it was absorbed by a faint purple field, apparently maintained by the chair Trixie sat herself in. That mare had it all prepared, she had to give her that.

In frankness, she didn't feel that genuine about assaulting Starlight, who simply let that fly and spewed on more and more of her psychosociological drivel about conflicting personalities and proper teamwork and whatnot. After what she saw during the third session, it almost felt... gratifying to see Twilight subjected to the magician's madness, now that Sunset had begun to see method to it. The annoying, frustrating, dumb magical muscle of their trio of tormentors was there not only to irritate her.