Trio of Twilight Tormentors

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It was a sense of… of Friendship. Yes.

Friendship was good, as was vengeance.

Starlight, who was playing xylophone on the pony’s ribs for some time, suddenly stopped and threw her eyes open.

She looked at the other two worriedly, for a bit. Strangely, Sunset had a similar worrying sensation, a buzz in her head.

“Trixie… how much magic did you say you used bringing this thing together?”

“Enough. Why? I can do much, much more than that, of course she can, but Trixie is just-“

The pale pink totilitarian gulped, and she turned to face Sunset.

“Uhmm, Sunset… does… anything feel wrong to you right now?”

“Well, I guess I have a bit of a headache after all this,” she shrugged, not thinking much of it. “But nah, I feel fine enough among friends.”

“Among what- oh. Oh no…”

A thundeous boom rang out, but nobody was sure if they even heard anything at all. Sunset turned to face where she thought the potential noise originated from, but did not see what she was expecting.

Through a tear in what could scarcely be considered reality anymore, she saw a replication of the villainous trio, complete with restrained victim being tormented into a blushy disaster. Both Starlight’s caught a glimpse of eachother and cried out in tandem:

“Trixie… what… WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!”

“I… I didn’t… YOU THINK ~I~ DID THIS?! ALL I DID WAS LEVITATE A BRUSH INTO MY HAND.”

Starlight was slowly realizing what was happening. “Sunset… DID YOU FORGET TWILIGHT THE PRINCESS OF FRIENDSHIP?! IT’LL SIDE WITH HER, IT WILL-“

She was still an expert on the interdimensional pocket, even when it was shattering to pieces, cracking at the seams, their magical bubble becoming more irrelevant by the microsecond. Hidden away in a reality of few laws and fewer shreds of applicable logic, such a nature originally enabled them to do what they did to Twilight. But that was before.

When it all began, their begrudging acceptance of eachother was sterile, only later did it blossom into a bond of respect and appreciation, the grounds of friendship. Even here and now, beyond the scope of the world they were from, Friendship and its magic reigned supreme, and it was here to save its once and future Princess.

Once it was a feeling on the air, all it needed was one last spark, which Trixie accidentally provided in what may have ironically been the most innocent spell of the night. Latching onto it, the concept of friendship itself sought to undo what had been done against it.

They all thought they were so clever, and in reality, they were. But truly talented unicorns are always the same, they use magic more and more, never stopping to think that using so much of it torturing a magic user with perhaps limitless potential, seemingly guarded by fate itself no less, and pushing her beyond her breaking point multiple times in a row, might not be the best idea ever conceived. Let alone on an speck of an island in the midst of a tumultuous arcane sea.

For what was really the first time in any of their lives, they had accepted friendship as a worthy idea, a truth of sorts. Were it any other time and place, they’d have been embraced with open arms for such an epiphany. But here, all it did was cause existence to reflect, distort and crack.

The mirror replayed Twilight’s ordeal at the speed of light, before she vanished in a tell-tale rainbow colored glimpse, back to her home dimension, memory erased of this ever having happened.

Even in an arcane realm, particular laws of nature are still abided by. Naturally, it had to stop itself falling apart. As such, it clung onto the only thing it could, the will and memory of the three sentient beings left occupying this space between spaces. It was the only way it could stabilize.

In an instant too fast for their eyes to see, they were each subdued by their own desires, the particular revenge they saw fit to apply to Twilight Sparkle, something far more than just plain tickle torture, but mental torment too. Each of them were in a completely different circumstance, though they could still see and hear eachother through a rift in the middle of their respective locations.

“I hate you both so much,” Sunset muttered, slamming her eyes shut, dreading the barrage of sensations she knew was going to befall her flesh, a mutual feeling shared between the three of them.

-

Sunset herself was somewhere she recognized quite well. It was the Royal Library. To this day, she remembers studying here under the supervisor of her once mentor, none other than Princess Celestia herself. But things were different now…

Sunset was strapped to a chair, every one of her limbs restrained to it with tough silken ropes. She was naked, barring the silk strips covering most of her torso. Oddly, the only part of her clothed were her feet, but they weren’t shoes she recognized at all, rather a pair of glowing yellow boots.

“You insulted me. You ran away. You turned my teachings into acts of villainy. In all my years I’ve never been so… disappointed. You Sunset, are no Twilight Sparkle.” Celestia sat at a slanted table at the rooms other end. The words stung, maybe because deep down she knew it but wouldn’t admit it.

“I decided to do away with the process of the court. No trial, no sentence. You are mine to punish as I see fit, especially for such personal offense. Part of me wishes I didn’t have to do this… but another part of me is going to be beyond satisfied making you suffer.” Celestia turned the table sideways, showing the fiery magician what she already knew it was going to be.

In the middle of the desk, surrounded by a multitude of magical runes, were her socked feet, wriggling about. The socks too were quickly done away with, as was her ability to wriggle about, every each of skin being restrained to absolute taut immobility. With the strength of the Sun Princess’ magic, not even a giant could wriggle its toes. The orange soles lay still, awaiting their doom.

Conjuring up what appeared to be a miniature sun that hovered malovelently just above her feet, Celestia got busy, scraping her sharp nails slowly down her arches. Sunset gasped, not expecting such an intense feeling, even if she had seen what suffering under tickling looked like mere moments ago. Celestia was not gentle. Her nails sunk deep, leaving bright red marks, the pressure of her fingers even doing away with any muscle tension that could have resisted the treatment.

The magical star did its duty too, shining its unbearably warm light over her soles. It was an uncomfortable, stuffy, humid warmth. She sweated buckets, naturally, only facilitating the gliding of the nails. But there was another effect too. The light sunk into her skin, over time it felt as if she was getting more and more sensitive. It was only mere minutes into the treatment and Sunset wanted nothing more than to get away. She screeched and howled between her laughter, but the chair held fast, the heat and tickling continuing unabated. Sunset was suffering.

-

Trixie was hanging upside down, suspended from a cliff over the expanse of the Everfree Forest, wearing naught but her undergarments. It seemed only thing stopping her from falling were a series of thick, brown ropes.

“Heheh, finally gettin’ you back, Trixie. We’ve all been waiting for this.” Applejack stood atop the cliff, obviously the individual who tied the ropes, quite fitting considering the Great and Powerful’s first and last stage show in Ponyville, where she magically tied the farm girl into a pretzel with her own ropes.

“Now, you may think the only thing stoppin’ ya from fallin’ is the ropes. As a matter of fact, its your magic keepin’ you there. The moment you stop concentrating, the ropes will come loose, and you’ll fall right into the heart of the Everfree. And wouldya look at that, it looks like some old friends of yours have come to play.”

Trixie’s eyes dared to look down into the forest, where she saw a whole herd of celestial beasts. One she knew was an Ursa Minor, the others she didn’t even know the names of. Giant star spangled animals, not limited to a wolf, an owl, and a serpent.

“Don’t you dare touch the Great and Powerful Trixie with your dirt ridden hands you… you… redneck slob! I’ll turn you inside out, I’ll- nohohohohoho pleeeheeeeeease- bwahahahAHAHAHA!-“

Her gaze was completely consumed by the animals, at least until she felt Applejack’s fingers dig into her naked feet. Even her method of tickling was crude. She yanked the blue toes open and dug between them. She spat on her hands and used the saliva as tickle lubricant.

Trixie’s magic began to falter as the laughter overtook her, she felt the ropes slowly loosen more and more. She tried to hold on with the full extent of her magical prowess, but it was flickering out.

“Hah, falling apart already, eh? Face it Trixie, you are no Twilight Sparkle.” Applejack teased, scratching between Trixie’s toes with a piece of rope.

Even in her hilarity, the thought hurt. Twilight? Better than her? Impossible! Though, she did stop the Ursa Minor, she did outfox her even with the Alicorn Amulet, and she became the Princess. Not Trixie, Twilight. The blue magician cringed, she didn’t want to come to terms with it, but it was obviously true.

And with that, Trixie’s legs dropped out of the rope. She tumbled through the air, fully expecting to hit the ground, until she finally had the strength of will to remember where she really was, stuck in some arcane hell, though the realization faded as quickly as it came.

Nevertheless, she did not hit the ground. Something caught her. Another magician. Rarity. She turned her hair green once.

“Well, here we are, girls. Our prize.” The fashionista grinned, conjuring up additional magic to restrain Trixie snugly, burying her underneath the soil save for her head and feet, like a children’s game at the beach. The loose soil turned to stone, and she was trapped, unable to move a limb, save for some scarce wriggling of the uncovered body parts. Her magic wasn’t working anymore either, likely the oppressive presence of the Forest singling her out for due punishment. “You two take over from here.” Rarity motioned to Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy.

The yellow pegasus reluctantly spoke up. “The… eep… ahem. The Constellation Beasts have demanded to punish you personally for how you disturbed them… I’m sorry but… you really were kind of mean…” Fluttershy squatted infront of the writhing blue soles, coating them in some sort of glowing blue syrup. “This is sap from the nearby trees, a favorite treat of the Beasts. They’re sending down miniaturized versions of themselves to punish you accordingly... they’re actually pretty cute but- well, goodluck.”

“Yeah yeah, let's cut to it. We’re here to make sure this is going to be as fun as possible for you, ya hear? In fact...” Rainbow Dash sat on the ground, removing her sneakers and socks. “I just completed a long run of the place, so I think you’ll really like this, bwahaha.”

The blue athlete wrapped her worn, worm socks around Trixie’s nose despite a multitude of protests. She also gagged her with the other one, as to not hear further. The scent was that of fresh rain and jasmine, but it was still somehow musky and heavy, it filled her nose and almost made her dizzy, so she tried to hold her breath as best she could, which was redundant once a little glowing red wolf scampered out of the bushes, licking at her feet with its rough tongue, that left some telltale arcane energy coursing through her nervous system, making it additionally unbearable.

The giggling started again straight away, and her toes squirmed about, trying their best to swat the starry puppy away. Sadly, Rarity’s magic took that away too, tying them to the rock.

Soon, more and more creatures tumbled out of the woods, using tongue, teeth and claw to ravage her soles. Even under the soil, movement stirred. Glowing green snakes moved through the dirt to where her posterior sat, nudging the front of her panties, eventually tearing through to ticklishly lap at and generally invade her privates. It was an unbearable mixture of sensations, and one thing was for sure. Trixie was suffering.

-

Starlight was in an ordinary enough looking room. Well, ordinary despite her body being tied down, her legs and ankles being held fast in heavy wooden stockades. As her vision focused, she realized she recognized this room. Her old town, “Our Town.”

She even recognized the people in the room. Night Glider, Sugar Belle, Double Diamond, Party Favor, they were all there. Though, none of them looked at all pleased.

“You lied to us, Starlight. You told us we were all equal. You took away our Cutie Marks, turned us talentless, and for what? All we got for it were years of feigned happiness, misery. Well today, we’re getting our revenge on you, for all those wasted years.” Party Favor stood up and made his way over to the stocks, pulling off Starlight’s shoes and socks. “We’re not cruel enough to hurt you but… you still have to be punished for what you did.”

The equalitarian’s pale pink feet were laid bare under the staring eyes of everybody in the room. They shifted and squirmed under their gaze, such hungering eyes, all wanting a piece. But if there was one lesson they learned from her, it was that equal share had to be maintained.

As such, the rest of her clothes were pulled off, so everyone could have their own sensitive little piece of Starlight Glimmer. The white earth pony Double Diamond, and the pink and purple unicorn Sugar Belle sat at her feet, while the dark pegasus Night Glider sat near her legs. Party Favor prepared to busy himself with her upper body.

“Please… don’t do this. We all loved each other, we…” Starlight spluttered nervously.

“No we didn’t, you only loved yourself. We were shown the value of actual friendship. Face it Starlight, you are no Twilight Sparkle.” Night Glider raked her thighs with her fingernails, causing the totilitarian to buck against her restraints hard.

Twilight… she did nothing but ruin this town. Turn them all against her, against the very idea of equality. With their talents returned, they’d never know true harmony. And yet… Twilight and her friends outdid her with such grace. They were inequal, better at things than one another, but they functioned almost perfectly. How could it be?

Starlight gasped as she felt an icecube be rubbed against her left sole, leaving a cold wet trail in its wake. Double Diamond had a whole bucket of chilled metal tools ready from his time out snowboarding, and after the cube was spent, a rather chilly pinwheel was first up, its icy prongs poking into her skin, rolling up her flesh and driving her batty.

Sugar Belle stuck to her name, covering her captured foot in sickly sweet confectionaries, taking no small amount of joy in licking and slurping them off, before roughly washing them clean with soapy water and a firm bristled brush, starting the process all over again. Her magic also served to restrain her toes once they became too wild.

Night Glider couldn’t help but pull the panties free. She wanted access everywhere. Her nails sunk all around that fragile area, teasing her to the edge of need, even going as far as to scratch at her kneecaps to keep her on edge. Of course, her wings were also used to her advantage, the wispy, feathery touches driving her even more mad whenever they were inflicted. Even in the midst of the tickling, Starlight wanted, NEEDED release.

Party Favor was smitten with his task. He didn’t know where to torment first. He drilled under her arms, stuffed brushes into her navel, scratched under her chin. Eventually he decided to do some painting, writing lewd, demeaning statements, using her tormented skin as a canvas.

All this continued for an indefinate amount of time, until there was a knock at the door. Enter Sunburst, her childhood friend, who upon attaining his Cutie Mark, left her in the dust alone. He was every reason why she turned on the concept of friendship in the first place.

The red unicorn made his way in, shaking his head. “I never thought you’d sink so low. What a sorry state you’re in. And to think you blame me for all of it. You deal with your own guilt, Starlight, accept the consequences of your actions. I’m here at the decree of the Princesses. They thought it’d be… fitting, to send me. I agreed.”

The village group moved away to let him at the restrained Starlight, not knowing what he had in mind. With a flick of his wrist, a spell was cast at her restrained feet, and within moments, an intense itching consumed her mind.

“I think it’s fitting, really. Now you’ll beg for the tickling. You’ll actually miss it, you’ll want it back. Just like the Cutie Marks you took away. You’ll only get it when you choke out a truly heartfelt apology to everybody here.”

Starlight tried to apologize, but everybody scoffed. She wasn’t sorry, not yet. The agonizing itching lit up the soles of her taut feet. It tingled beyond imagining. He was right, she’d give anything to have those cold tools back, relieving the horrible feeling plagueing her feet.

“You know, this one is personal. This is for blaming your childhood friend for all the evil you did.” Sunburst recast the same spell, but this time, aimed at her damp nether region. Any arousal she had quickly faded away, her most delicate, private area coming to life with the same hot, itchy feeling that her feet were experience. It was an immensely curious feeling, to say the least.

Starlight moaned, begged, pleaded for any degree of relief, and it took a long time for people to finally help her with the itching, though only in the form of ravenous tickling. Starlight was suffering.

-

The arcane realm had been twisted beyond even its normal state. Though days were barely going by in the outside world, in their private hell, thousands of years passed as they underwent a neverending gauntlet of ticklish tribulations, broken down and driven to insanity. For any skilled Magician who peered into this realm, they could catch long glimpses of their torment. Such recordings were lucrative on the fetish market, masturbatory fuel for hundreds of tickle fetishists, delighting in a seemingly never ending amount of footage of the trio.

In the chaos, they could still see one another, the three villains at first yelling spite at one another, blaiming eachother for their predicament. But as ages past, they realized they only had themselves to get through this. They had to rely on eachother to grip on to even the smallest shred of sanity.

Eventually, they could even sympathize. They knew what they were going through, it was impossible not to feel some degree of compassion, even if you only briefly considered them a friend. Together, they were all victims of their actions, breaking natural laws for petty revenge.

In time, the magic of friendship may return them to their lives, seeing only a few weeks passed without them despite the uncountable millennia that passed through their blurry minds. All they could do was suffer and wait and hope that when it was all over, they had finally learned the value of friendship.