> Trio of Twilight Tormentors
>  by ExTor
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> Bicker, Bind, Claw, Gear
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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.
> Pump, Tease, Sear, Befriend, End.
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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. 
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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.