The inky blackness of her dream began to swirl and coalesce into vivid colors, a new image coming into view, one that she sorely didn’t wish to see…

A prisoner cell manifested into visual being, one that looked identical to her own, but with one key difference; it wasn’t her who was sitting in it.

It was Sandbar.

Her earth stallion friend was rendered in the same bondage setup she was, his sneakers and socks discarded to the side as his restrained, bare feet were beset by the same set of combs, forks and spinning brushes. Maybe it was whatever shred of pride she still had speaking, but he seemed to be faring worse than she was, laughing up entire lungfuls of air, winding himself to the point his eyes were already bloodshot with tears a single zone into his ordeal.

Thorn, of course, provided her insufferable commentary to Sandbar’s torture.

“Perhaps the old Legion would have hesitated torturing an earth pony, hmm? Not us… not anymore… and what a wonderful thing too. Seems your pony friend is quite the ticklish boy. How adorably pitiful… let’s see how your stronger friends fare…”

Aww poor Sandbar, he's only at the first stage and already laughing like crazy~ Well, he can't expect to be such a cute stallion, with big attractive footers, and NOT get tickled to tears every now and then! Maybe more often than that (like every day for 2-3 hours or more)...

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