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• The Breaking of Celestia — "Princess Celestia finds herself several long, grueling months into her captivity under the Iron Legion. All thoughts of imminent rescue have long been thrust back into the furthest reaches of her mind, as day after unbearable day, the Iron Legion tortures the captive Celestia without a shred of mercy. The moment her interrogation first began, all those many months ago, Celestia’s shoes and socks were peeled free, and her bare feet were inflicted with the unbearable suffering of hard, merciless tickle torture, and this has been the Princess’ life ever since.

Every day, Celestia must face the same unendurable gauntlet. Her naked feet, locked and immobilized on the other side of her cell wall to painstaking degrees, with every toe held fast in bondage, her sole flesh taut to the point it could barely muster even the faintest quiver of resistance. Her feet were immensely large, plush and wide, with no shortage of delightful crevices and fleshy wrinkles, perfect for untold suffering.

Every day, her soles endure, at the very least, the same 14 hours of torture, the halls of the secret Legion base ringing with the same sounds of Celestia’s hysterical laughter. Her howls of unrestrained pedal overstimulation. Her begging, pleading, crying and sobbing. Her bare feet are so painfully ticklish. She can’t stand a second of it. And yet she must. For hours upon hours on end, over the course of agonizing months.

Metallic claws skitter up her naked soles. Rapid autobrushes buffer across the expansive of her peds. Talons dig into the fleshy, sacred hollows of her immobilized toes. All as her feet are kept warm, flushed, and egregiously sweaty under the sweltering, intolerable kiss of radiating heat lamps. The methods of torture are limited only by the Legion’s dark imagination. Sometimes they’ll see how her feet fare against shocking jolts of electricity, which always seem to cause yelping peals of laughter. Other times, they’ll coat her bare soles in a layer of powder that leave her with an insufferable, powerful itch with no relief. But mostly, they just tickle her to the edge of her sanity and beyond.

At the end of one of her many sessions a day, poor Celestia is left in the same state. Hanging limp her bondage, sweat-wicked mane clung to her equally sweaty face, stained also by no shortage of tears and drool, heaving with as many broken giggles as sobs.

There is one balm for Celestia in all this, of course. One Tech-Sergeant Pebbles. A young Iron Legion mare, a little on the naïve side, and a little too invested in Celestia’s torture, but an undeniable sweetness underneath, oftentimes masked by her unbound sadism.

In a way, this is Pebbles’ own slice of heaven. A lust for torturous tickling, and a powerful fetish for feet, mixed with a somewhat unhealthy obsession for the Princess herself. She’ll either be watching Celestia’s torture with her eyes glued to the screen, bombarding her with teasy, ear-wrenching tickle talk, or, during her off-hours, she’ll be at Celestia’s soles herself.

Her little, passionate fingers skitter away without relent, with the ferocity of any machine, but with endless more lustful love and affection. Celestia is the tallest pony around, with a shoe size to match. Her feet easily dwarf even the smaller mare’s head, but to Pebbles, it only spurs on her delight. When no one’s looking, she’ll bury her face into the soles with glee, she’ll kiss them, lick them, nibble at the stems of her toes. Celestia can’t stand it, but Pebbles hardly minds.

How can a hormonal mare deny her fantasies? She simply cannot. Yet Celestia has little to no choice but to mind. In a sea of stern, unforgiving Iron Legion faces, Pebbles remains one of genuine companionship. Without someone to talk to, the Princess may have gone mad months ago.

Of course, the two were set to become far closer in the future, but such a thing is years away. Celestia is still stuck firmly where she is, her bare soles still undergoing an endless tickle torture, be it drones or a mare’s fingers.

She laughs. She cries. She can’t stand it. She begs for her feet to be left alone. But her begging falls on deaf ears. For this torture had one focus and one focus only. And after a torture that went on for at least a year, the Iron Legion succeeded.

Through a neverending, severe tickle torture delivered to the soles of her bare feet, Celestia was utterly broken.

And little did she know, this would be far from the last time. In the grand scheme of things, the tickle torture of Celestia’s feet had only just begun."