Trio of Twilight Tormentors

The blue unicorn lounged back in her chair, sipping on what smelled precariously of lavender excitement, and made gentle sparks with her horn, animating and activating the tools and devices surrounding and attached to their captive. There was little creativity in Twilight's setup for this session - a vertical Y-pose, something Sunset could admire in its lack of overcomplication, if only not for that very overcomplication being the hook of her attention at the moment. Fuzzy knee and elbow caps, a padded neck brace, a half-piece leather padded corset, a brooch-sized device lodged under the panties, a multitude of wide brushes spreading transparent glittery liquid all over the body... it was madness, sure, but its method got clearer and clearer. Sunset remained within sight of this - her curiosity burned. Starlight was similar, leaning against a wall, arms around chest, one hand rubbing her chin. Trixie was, of course, doing some chin-rub inducing things - in particular, she took off her boots, momentarily showing off two crimes against fashion in the form of her crescent and wand-ornamented socks, and replaced them with a seemingly identical pair. Twilight’s counterparts, the continuously abused nylons, were also destroyed with a flick of a finger. The yellow unicorn turned to the pale pink one, raising an eyebrow, to which she received a wink. That made her head tilt, and it only went further upon hearing Trixie say:

"Ooohhh... the Great and Vengeful Trixie, ah, kept the audience in suspense until now. Would Starlight Glimmer say if she can do any of her psychological flibber-flabber, or is this entirely a solo performance, hmm?" The blue unicorn hid a spark of shame under a firewall of gusto.

"Why is she even asking that?.. She has her time, and now she's..." Sunset mouthed quietly, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Hmmm, well. Since you ask so nicely. I assume you mean Twilight's vision, is that right?" Starlight's bemused voice came from her part of the room, echoing somewhat.

"Indeed correct! Sooo?"

"Ahhh, yes, it will stay. This is going to be curious..."

Sunset just shook her head back and forth from one mare to the other. She was missing out on something. What did they keep secret from her? What was she not privy to? What didn't they explain to her as she was most certainly, positively being attentive to everything the two of them had to say? Since when were they even communicating - weren't they all in complete despisal of each other? She certainly despised them, and nobody could ever tolerate Trixie, so... What gave? Her answer came in the form of the dictator's beckoning index finger, inviting her playfully to where she stood. Incidentally, it was then that Sunset noticed where exactly Starlight was - the mirror Trixie vaulted into the room.

Making her way over, cautiously so due to the positively untrustworthy nature of the other two, the renegade had to watch her step, as the tools Trixie had summoned had begun to rumble the floor in their work. Twilight's sharp snort-giggle-sobs were replaced by a mixture of mechanical and magical buzzing, humming, tumbling, clucking, and a variety of rather pleasant muffled noises of torment indeed. Sunset saw much of the padded "clothing" put on their victim begin to buzz and vibrate, fibers and tendrils visibly prodding and eviscerating the flesh while the magician herself took out the portable blackboard that the mage noticed previously (roughly four days ago for Twilight, a pleasant thought came into her mind) and started scribbling something in it with a buzzy marker. When she reached Starlight, which the dilation made sure took longer than it should have, the blue mare kicked back in her chair and put the soles of her new boots against the bare soles of the mare in the binds, and elicited a loud, satisfied chuckle-moan. The frizzly vibrations made visible airwaves, clearly a mechanical source in those boots, working to pump some devious mechanism.

"Is she playing footsies with her in there? Hmf," Sunset struck up conversation on her own terms, still eager to learn of what was kept hidden from her.

"She's a mare of her own tastes, let her do what she will. Hmhmhm. You have your own, Sunset. Ah, I've been trying to have this conversation for some time, but you'd always snarl and go away to brood. That's uncouth, but it's fine. You're good just the way you are," Starlight said and nodded slowly with a smile on her face. The mage scowled.

"Oh yes, stop me if I rush to turn my back too fast. What's the deal with... with... huuuh?" She seemed to have answered her own question with a glance at the mirror. The dictator noticed as much and nodded again, smiling quite happily.

"Now do you see how much more satisfaction you could have gotten out of this? Sunset, my dear, I'm not as one-dimensional as you think. Nobody is! We're all so much more alike than you believe. I know you approve of this, I know you do. Don't try to hide it." The pale pink mare leaned gently against the mirror, taking a peek inside.

Inside it was... something that made Sunset confused for a moment. The very next one, as her mind worked it out, including the exact techniques behind it, it made her mouth open slightly, her knees give out a little, and her nethers become the heaviest, warmest part of her body by far. Flushing her face with shame, she nonetheless whispered out:

"Genius..."

While inside the transdimensional room, Twilight Sparkle the hated menace was being worked over by complex tools and magically manipulated appliances as well as subjected to a very hummy, buzzy, and audibly pleasant game of footsies, in her own mind... The effort it took the renegade mage not to clap like a little child was titanic, albeit she pulled it off. In the mirror was a first-person view of what Twilight appeared to see beneath that tight, perpetual blindfold of hers. And in that vision, there was torment, suffering, agony... delight, unscrupulous, all-consuming delight for Sunset Shimmer.

"Is it... always like this? Is it static, or are there variables? What if we—"

"All very variable. Oh, I have her previous days saved. Do remind me to give you copies of the reflector crystals - I have to say, you definitely earned day two at the very least, for what you made her conjure up for us. Mmm! The images are adapted from what we do to her as well as her own frightened, tiny little mind. Obviously, your time manipulation formula is as invaluable as always. It hasn't malfunctioned once. Every action we perform is a wonderful building block for the pesky Princess' prolonged torment. Yeees."

Sunset barely listened to her by the end. The spectacle was too much. In her mind, Twilight wasn't really abducted by a trio of torturers - in her mind, she was being deviously tortured by her closest, most trusted friends. It was an open square in her lousy town of Ponyville, wherein a crowd of veritably recreated ponies had gathered, and were showering her with slander, defamation, words of immense heartbreak. She had been betrayed by her very best friends, and it was them, instead of the trio, who delivered untold tortures upon her. Right now, it was Rarity, the white unicorn with the stupid mane, who was lounging in front of her, a cheering crowd behind her, doing all those unbelieveable things to her, while not even deigning to speak to her, polishing her nails (the footsie substitute being a pair of fuzzy sponges rubbing against her feet).

That was, as the mage shamefully blurted out, genius. The tormenting feelings, they were so much stronger when she believed them to be her friends' betrayal and not the revenge of her enemies! Ones this one didn't even know yet! It mattered little to Sunset if Twilight knew her name or not, she didn't need her to kneel in front of her and beg - Twilight Sparkle had to writhe, scream, climax, and repeat it over and over until all that remained in her mind was a tortured, eviscerated, scorched abyss of throbbing, insufferable orgasm. This... was it. It clicked.

"This is what you were... the earmuffs, they—"

"Oh, yes, you're a smart one. I whisper thoughts into her mind, thoughts that manifest as more torment for her. Allow me?"

"AHEM-AHEM-AHEM! The Great and Vengeful Trixie is a might busy over here, check in later. Footsie-footsie-footsie, heeheehee!..."

"You're going next," Sunset told Starlight plainly after having been shot down like that. "I need to see this."

"Gladly," Starlight told her with a smirk, spinning gracefully around the mirror. Afterward, they remained to see the rest of the show in there, all silent, safe for the many noises coming from their captive's direction. The yellow unicorn merely took in the glorious image, incredibly true to life as well. Her insides burned, with need, with ideas, with pleasure, with shame, with desire to simply apologize to the ditzy magician and the lousy equalitarian. Fortunately, her sense of pride stifled that last one, but that it even popped up at all was indication enough. This was good.

The session, the 24-hour session (the details of how watching a full day unfold took only an hour and a half to them were owed to the warp, of course), ended, to Twilight, on a rainy morning, wherein Rarity awoke from her nap, securely laying under an umbrella, teasing the soaking wet unicorn even in her sleep. Obviously, the rain was an interpretation of Twilight's immense sweating, which filled the room with a powerful scent of flowery lavender, whereas the sleeping was due to Trixie having gotten tired of pumping her footsie-boots against the torturable bare feet and having discarded the blackboard, which had no more space to write on. The blackboard was, evidently, for what Rarity was to say - a Starlight-replacement tool. After all this, Sunset understood what the ditzy magician was after. It was a case of "nomen est omen" - the Great and Powerful (now Vengeful) Trixie was obsessed with herself.

All what mattered to her was, humorously, the opposite of what mattered to Sunset, despite similar end results. It had to be her, she had to be the best, it didn't matter who was being tortured, it had to be her. Virtually all of what "Rarity" said related to how Trixie was so much better than Twilight, and how all she was being tortured with came out of a partnership she had decided to establish with the magician. The blindfold and mirror's inner workings made the end result sound palatable as having come out of the prissy fashionista's mouth, too. Really, it spoke of how much the brooding renegade must have undervalued their own trio if such a pony was willing to let it be Rarity at all, and not herself, to succumb to a little bit of outer pressure for the sake of getting this opportunity in return (not that she didn’t try to sneak her away repeatedly - most likely for this very reason). Trixie Lulamoon relished in being Trixie Lulamoon, and being reminded that that was what she was filled the room with a scent of tricksy excitement. The only reason she didn't erase the board and continue to write litanies on how great Trixie was appeared to be that she may have, in fact, climaxed as well, and multiple times. Her nethers just couldn't take her greatness another time (Sunset counted approximately five disturbingly loud, non-muffled giggle-moans), so she spent the rest of the session simply making sure Twilight remained comfortable.

The dumbstricken yellow mage remained silent, sitting in front of the mirror with her legs crossed during their alotted downtime, while the two mares reassembled Twilight and got her ready for her continuation. As nothing intense was happening inside the purple pony's mind, Sunset spent the break watching the recordings Starlight mentioned and did indeed gladly share. They were... the sort of stuff that really stayed with one's heart. She felt warm for having seen all she had gone through, all the torment, insults, and shame inflicted upon her. And in all that, there was much of her contribution. So much of it. It gave her ideas, new, wonderful ideas, something to deviate from all the vicious mangling that Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash inflicted upon her in the mirror vision.

She stayed in place and even almost suggested Trixie join her as it was day five and Starlight's turn to shine. Giddiness and excitement filled her to the brim, making her rock where she sat, the only fully negative emotion inside her mind being the shame at how she really wasn't keeping up with her image. Her image became secondary if not tertiary - the new possibilities were far more important.

For Starlight Glimmer's turn, Twilight was in another position Sunset initially had little love for, but now saw the benefits of - sat in a padded chair, feet stretching out into tight footstocks, as they should be, but with arms bent upwards at the elbows and tied behind her back, having her elbows be a pair of antlers shuddering above the restless head. It made sense why Starlight wanted it so, for such a position, with upwards exposure of the upper body, made for easy access for the cuddles and huggles the pale pink mare loved so much. But now it was not just huggles and cuddles, no, now that mare had access to the entire body, and she used it diligently. She circled it like a hawk, dragging her fingernails across the trembling feet, left free to wriggle hopelessly, poking the knees, attacking the armpits, all the things, at any time. It looked so appealing, there was barely any disappointment in how the nylons remained - it was clear whom they were to please out of the three of them. Moreover, much to Sunset's delight, she broke the mold quite heavily, and, in the absence of the other two, did quite a good amount of severe abuse on her own. Her nails sunk deep into the receptive purple flesh, and left quaky waves in the armpits, whereas her cheeks brushed against Twilight's own and her mouth whispered oblique suggestions.

These oblique suggestions were made into triumphant torments in the mirror, of course, wherein the dastardly purple pony was publically exposed and assaulted by her meek yellow pegasus friend, of all ponies, Fluttershy her name must have been. The town laughed at her and cheered the gentle, fragile buttercup tormentor on as her soft digits made the helpless unicorn wriggle and sob. The mere image of the yellow pegasus sniffing at the devastated mare's nether regions, frowning, and wagging her finger at the crowd before taking a generous lick up the wobbling wide and the blushy armpit, followed by careful nosedigging in those very regions... Sunset couldn't stop herself from emitting a quiet round of applause. This was just the right thing to break Twilight on so many levels.

Starlight’s methodique became clear as well, and all much more obviously filial to Sunset’s own ideas that it almost hurt. It was the game of minds, the twisting of thoughts, the breaking of psyches that she reveled in - the molding of a captive into something else, something influenced, something warped and tortured. Her touches were not to break physically, they were to break mentally, to strip away defense, to penetrate under the proverbial skin, to poke there where nothing was allowed. Nothing was to be left secret, all was to be unearthed, examined, handled, and left rearranged. A comforting hug, an insufferable single finger somewhere no alien objects can be allowed, a faint stab of a whisper, so drawn out, so malevolent… The victim was not to suffer physically so much, or to climax repeatedly - the victim was to undergo massive inner turmoil. It wasn’t Starlight’s own supremacy, or the torment of Twilight Sparkle that mattered to her - it was that Twilight Sparkle be as she wants her to be. Yet another testament to the unicorn’s strengths, then, that she still had it in her to moan and whimper so much...

Day five was quite the roaring success in terms of the renegade mage's exploration of opportunities, but the crowning jewel of them all was definitely what happened near the end. Among the many whispers that transformed into gentle demeaning tirades, certain actions made specific things happen in the mirror vision, she noticed. Extreme stimulation made Twilight's mind stagger, shudder, and conjure up something unfitting to the situation - unfitting, but still feasible. Sunset saw mere flickers and shapes replacing some of the crowd, as the mare's mind could not be forced to care enough to imagine them any longer. Understandably so, as she had been repeatedly teased, humiliated, and tortured for days with much of her logic left in a dreamy, nightmarish haze, making it quite a testament to the nasty thing that she held on to her mind at all. Regardless, the yellow unicorn tracked down a pattern, a very curious, interesting pattern. While the finish of the day, with Fluttershy simply leaving the devastated mare without a shred of torturous closure, walking away as if she had not just spent over twenty hours delivering a variety of teasing torments upon her, was quite juicy to swallow up with consideration of what that must have made Twilight think... Sunset's own plans made her just a bit more giddier. She still made sure to shake Starlight's hand, the sweat of her palm fortunately absorbed by Twilight's sweat all over the dictator's.

The yellow mare spent some time away from the mirror in the preparation for her own session to shine in, doing some anxious yoga to clear her mind of distractions. Somehow, the noise coming from Trixie’s side of the room, as well as the mumbles the other two mares shared between each other in general didn’t seem as annoying anymore - in fact, she almost wanted to join. Now that she had seen into their methods, they suddenly ceased to seem as alien and disagreeable. If they had some right ideas in terms of torturing rivals, then what else could they be right on? Where else could their interests match up? Sunset, the lone wolf, patted and brushed off some nonexistent dust off her vest and fixed up her gloves before marching in front of them for her own turn. Right away, it went right, Twilight Sparkle being positioned in perhaps the best pose of the seven that were concocted. In fact, it was as if this one was made specifically to serve Sunset - a rather plain hogtie, with the purple mare’s body contorted at just the right angles, exposing the exact right amount of flesh so that her laying on her belly was barely a factor. Wherever one needed to reach, one could, and it looked devilishly restrictive, all very good for Sunset Shimmer.

A large grin erupted on her face as she dragged her nails along the trembling, helpless body. The nylons were dragged off without ceremony, and the bared feet, scrunching and wrinkling to no avail, were granted a rather unhealthy dose of clawings and pokings. Soon thereafter, most of the unicorn’s body was diligently drilled, deep-musculed, tenderized to the point beyond relaxation, with no regard to the muffled groans, sobs, giggles, and huffs. It was the renegade mage’s usual fare, hard, snippy touches, invading and tearing into the despicable little pony. A glance at the mirror revealed little in terms of the torturer, albeit what words Sunset could hear carried with themselves a rough accent - that, combined with a tall, sturdy shadow, topped with a recognizable hat, made it clear enough who was menacing Twilight in her own little world. Having remained that for some time, getting some good screamy groans out of the unicorn, the tormentor of the day grinned wider than ever. This was her time.

“Pay attention to the mirror… I dare you.” She pointed a finger to the mirror, and got to work. Her horn lit up, disturbing a bit of the magical aura around her, but it was not to disrupt what kept Twilight intact and in their dimensional pocket. It was to take on the challenge established by the other two mares.

Her lit up horn soon got to work. She looked at her hands, and closed her eyes in contentment as her fingers went aglow. With little ado, the fiery unicorn proved she was fiery in more than just her appearance - pushing her fingerpads against Twilight’s wrinkling soles had the victim try her hardest to wriggle out of the way. Her muffled noises took on a new level of intensity - it wasn’t despair, fright, hilarity, or sexual overcharge. It was extreme surprise and intense protest. A light sizzle and fizzle told the rest of the story to the curious audience. Twilight Sparkle was kept intact, without hunger, without thirst, without needs other than sexual, she could not be lost even if they tried to have her dead. Obviously, they decided on a method of vengeance much more reciprocally gratifying than plain torture, but Sunset took it one step further. The suffering mare’s exposed feet, an object of much attention no doubt, were receiving it in a hot new form - fingery tickles layered on top of serious heat. Not a fiery, painful burn, no, her tormentor did learn a lesson from her comrades. Plain scorching would simply fill her world with pain, it would not be the same. Pain was not suffering. Pain left little to imagination.

This was discomfort. It didn’t burn - it was simply hot, it had to be taken away, but it wasn’t. Steamy fingerpads assaulted her feet, there was no safe place to hide, especially not when binds were conjured out of thin air by the magically apt Sunset to keep the feet taut and exposed. These binds were, of course, made to be insufferably warm and agitating. She wasted little time in absolutely assaulting the dastardly Twilight with new sensations, something their captive must have thought she’d never get to see. Specific, unusual sensations. Sensations of anxiety, or unwant, of something new. Not of being controlled, but of being pressured, restricted, choked. Sunset Shimmer, hands still skittering over the feet, leaned over the rest of the body, and blew a generous gust of steamy air on the rest of the body, having the pony arch even harder than she already had.

“Ooooooh. Oooooh deeeear. Ohhhh deeear meeeeeee!..” Starlight’s voice, indubitably. The yellow unicorn closed her eyes, her appropriately fiery bangs falling over them anyway. It had begun.

“The Great and Vengeful Trixie is confused, but very intrigued,” Trixie stated in a much plainer voice, audibly dumbstruck.

“What do you see in there?” Sunset asked the two, her mouth and nostrils still spouting steam and blurry air.

“That… is certainly unusual. That is… Ohhh, I did not consider this! Ohoho!”

“The Great and Vengeful Trixie believes that Twilight Sparkle is being abused by Princess Celestia, and it is quuuite icky.”

“Yeeheheheeesss!!! Yeeeesss, take that!!! Oooohhhhh, brrrrrghrghrhgrgrgrhhh!” the mage let out a series of triumphant growls, burying her fiery snout in the tormented mare’s feet while her hands drilled into her sides. When she had had enough of that, she put her palms straight on top of the wriggling feet. Sunset was soon back to calmness, and walked in front of the mare, who could not see her, but definitely felt her.

The two of them looked at each other, a ragged fiery mane obscuring most of a hellishly excited face on one side, a trusty blindfold covering up a good deal of a remarkably blushy purple sweat, tear, and drool-covered face on the other. The renegade bent her knees a little, and turned her head to the duo behind her:

“Watch this, tell me what she does.” A bonus smirk was elicited as she, indeed, saw the solar Princess right in front of the pony in the mirror, looking remarkably displeased. Sunset could but abide… one of her gloves came off. An incredibly loud, dingy slap rang out through the room, echoing off the warped walls.

“Wow!” Trixie reacted explosively, erupting into amused chuckles afterward. “Again!”

The yellow unicorn saw little reason not to abide. Another slap, and another, and a few more, until she simply cupped the helpless mare’s snout with her hot hand. It was at that moment that her time ran out, and when it did, Sunset Shimmer felt more fulfilled than she had in months upon months since making her escape from the damnable Princess of Magic. The two mares in the audience gave her their applause, and she felt so, so gratified for it. A flicker of her horn saw her body cool down, and they shared an unconditional group high-five, each of them letting out a stream of flavored giggles afterward. Starlight looked particularly pleased, teamwork having been her goal from the start, but Sunset didn't mind. Trixie was always aloof, but she didn’t mind that either.

Her and those two worked. They simply did. And as day seven approached, she shared her place with them gladly, no longer longing to steal Twilight away or to be rid of them. The reprehensible purple pony was in the very position she was in when the fiery mage had a recent brooding episode, which by now seemed almost chuckle-worthy. In fact, as they took their sides - Starlight behind the pole to the top of which Twilight’s cuffed hands and locked fingers were attached to, Trixie to her side to abuse the front of her upper body, and Sunset to her feet to take care of the succulent, rope-bound, temporarily nylon-clad purple peds in her own special way - she decided to continue breaking the mold.

“You know, if Trixie never used that… thing… whatever it was, I’d have just warped Twilight away all to myself, bit by bit. You’d never have noticed. Funny, that, heh,” she started light banter while disposing of the nylons, not without giving them a light wriggle beforehand.

“Oh please! The Great and Vengeful Trixie has all the best in trickery detection magic. We’d have known about it before you’d have thought of it. That you would try to hide her away from us with your space-tricks! Was there ever any doubt?” Trixie playfully waved her hand at Sunset while dragging over a bristly, fuzzy-looking paintbrush.

“Sunset, we’re all working with space and time in this inter-plane. You really don’t think we never noticed how you try to hide parts of her away from us? You’re still there, you know, and we still see you. I know where you might be going with the idea, but it’d never have worked. To create believable substitutes before we realize that our Twilight isn’t Twilight? Ridiculous!” Starlight shook her head, digging into a side with one hand and an armpit with another, already making the Twilight that met her friends a grand total of six weeks ago and only just got the Gala tickets shudder and quiver.

“I circumvented your mirror vision algorithms, Starlight, I don’t think working out a loophole in this dimension is all that difficult,” Sunset spoke with a large grin, dragging her fingernails all over the neatly tied feet, having gotten rid of all the bits of nylon, and now digging into the spaces between the toes. “I’m really good at this.”

“Hm. The Great and Vengeful Trixie could have done any of this, by the way. She just decided that it’d be more fun with conventional methods! Simple, low-level, third-ring teleportation. It’s no challenge when Trixie does what she wants with a click of her fingers,”the magician said, grabbing the tearful captive’s chin with one hand and widening her belly button with the other, allowing the brush to slip inside and wreak murderous havoc on the incredibly sensitive opening. “It is one of the Great and Vengeful Trixie’s main rules that her challengers get a chance! Ha-ha.”

Sunset Shimmer looked over the two of them, and sighed gladly, sinking her warm fingernails into the ten toe spaces. After all the brooding and failure of rejecting Celestia and going off on her own, this felt… particular. Special. It was a sense of… of… Comradery. Yes.

Comradery was good, and so was vengeance.