The Breaking of Twilight: Part 3 of 3
 
A continuation of the “Breaking of” series, where the princesses are subjected to rather devious foot torments of a tickly kind >:3
 
Short Story Written by Arcadias:
 
Subject: Twilight – Day #300 Log
 
A landmark day! Although it’s sad only sixty five(ish) days remain before we have to place Twilight back home to avoid drawing any attention to ourselves, we’ve gotten far more than we ever bargained for with this ticklish footed little morsel.
 
After so many days of unending foot tickling, perhaps her brain is finally beginning to find ways of coping. Or maybe it’s just the effects of extended use of the solution’s sensitivity and softness enhancement? Who can say.
 
To celebrate this particular day, we decided to give Twilight a second day (mostly) off tickling. On account of her feet passing a new threshold in sensitivity it seemed obvious it was now time for a day wholly dedicated to pedal pampering. Perhaps however, this wasn’t as non-torturous as one would assume.
 
With lathered hands, we employed our most dexterous hands with the task of giving Twilight a foot massage she’d never forget, taking away her break and giving her a marathon fourteen hour pleasuring.
 
Deeply pressured rubbing fingers across every inch of plush skin, it wasn’t long before Twilight experienced her first climax. Even in her bondage, her back arched as best as it could, an almighty lewd moan being ripped from her larynx. From Tartarus to Elysium. What a ride. What existed beyond her marehood and her feet? Probably very little in her fractured mind.
 
However, Twilight seemed to forget for a second we were not merciful people. The massage continued. Vibrators were broken out, shoved into her soles and turned on max. We were going to melt her.
 
In simpler terms, Twilight came every two minutes from her foot stimulation. This was an eight hundred and forty minute long session. Four hundred and twenty orgasms in one sitting. I’m not sure how anyone could take that much pleasure, but her body did. Still. It didn’t stop us from adding on one last hour of pure machine tickling right at the end. The sounds were… inequine. How delicious.
 
Subject: Twilight – Day #370 Log
 
Alas, it has now been five days since Twilight and we parted ways, but we’ve kept close observation. How could we not? A year long tickle torment only to wake up in her bed again like nothing had happened and she’d just returned home from her trip?
 
Nobody believed her when she said what had happened. Everyone attributed it to the mushrooms hallucinogenic effect. Reality sunk in when she checked a calendar. Only two days had passed. She couldn’t believe it. Was it all just some demented fever dream?
 
Of course it wasn’t. The unbelievable pedal sensitivity never left, though she did try to grant herself closure as attributing it to the mushrooms once again. It’s taken her a few days, but she’s recovering from her ordeal surprisingly well. Perhaps alicorns cope better than we simple folk.
 
Still, there have been one or two new quirks in her behaviour. She now seems to avoid footwear on quite the frequent basis. Perhaps her feet are too sensitive to it, the solution has stopped her feet from hardening anyway. Or perhaps a year without shoes has simply caused her unable to readjust. Who can say. Her bare feet flex and splay much more animated as she sits and reads in the library now.
 
A piece of good news did come our way though. Twilight has determined the mushrooms far too dangerous to go unchecked. She’s taking all of her friends this time, to get to the bottom of it once and for all.  
And this time, they’re leaving town for a whole fortnight.
 
Let’s just say, everyone here at the facility is working around the clock to prepare for a new set of seven guests, with new surprises waiting for them all.