Evil Emperor Proteus
Master of Science
I like to think that Sonata wouldn’t have a problem with wearing such a revealing outfit.
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Description
Read The Bridge
The white flare of going through the dimensional door blinded them momentarily before settling back out. When the world came into view, it was clear they’d left the north Atlantic, and the frenzy of jumps afterwards to get back on track, far behind. The darkened outlines on everyone as well as the semi-realistic, semi-abstract art style still looked Asiatic enough.
“Yep, I think we’re still in an anime.”
“Yeah but this looks way too cartoony to be Sailor Moon. We musta made a wrong turn.
“So which one are we in?”
Sonata stood up on her tiptoes and leered at the urbanized mountain they seemed to be settled upon. At the top of the multitiered mountain was what could best be described as a bizarre fusion of a school and a stylized fortress. She’d recognized it from her times on CrunchyRoll.
“Loooks liiiiiike, Kill la Kill!”
“Huh, I feel short again… Hey, why do my clothes feel funny?
Megalon grunted, shifting the wheat steam clenched in his jaws. Clothing in general felt strange, especially the ‘Spider-Wedgie’, but something in this world felt… off. Sonata, the member of the trio most used to attire also picked up on it with her own observation.
“Why do I feel like I’m not wearing any? And where’s Pinkie?”
Noticing a wall mirror, a thankful trait in a lot of Japanese productions being plot convenience playhouse rules, the pair turned to face it. The moment they did the two had completely contrasting reactions. Megalon was, for lack of better terms, “chibi’d”, being a lot younger and shorter than his typical forms came out to be. His outfit was three parts awesome, silly, and cutesy, looking like a school girl’s uniform under a sailor’s cap, wind blown longcoat that was somehow staying on despite his arms not being in the sleeves, and a pair of energized, spiked fists emerging from the coat’s cuffs that were mimicking his actual arm’s movements.
“Awww I look adorable! Oh check me out Sonny, four hands!”
Megalon chirped, waving his arms and watching the uniform’s ‘power fists’ copy him. He was completely oblivious to how beat red in the face the siren was, the only muscle on her body being her slack jaw and eyes twitching. She looked like she was stuck in skimpy armor that looked like it was supposed to go over a body glove, but someone forgot the glove and was away from their girlfriend for far too long when at the design office. Aside from the large fins sticking up on either side of her collar, which stuck out beside her head, there was barely a single piece of Sonata’s pink ‘uniform’ that wouldn’t make a stripper blush. While nothing private was showing, she was quick to jump up on one leg and use all of her remaining limbs in a desperate bid to cover herself.
“GAK! ARRG!”
“What’s wrong Sonny?”
“I wanted to be the one to get Mako, not Ryuko!!!! How the **** is this supposed to be a combat suit!? It’s even got a little mini-skirt!”
She roared, still redder than a tomato while pointing at said inexplicable skirt.
“We really need to get out of here, fast… Where’s Pinkie Pie?!”
She grumbled with narrowed eyes, having thought she’d become quickly done with this situation until the third member of their party revealed herself. One of the fins on Sonata’s suit twitched, a band of color moving across it like an opening eye with the new coloration resembling a bright blue iris. One that was the exact same color as Pinkie Pie’s, complete with curly eyelashes.
“Oh hai everypony! Did you know that the life fibers this suit’s got taste funny? Kinda like whipped cream. Haheheheh!”
She giggled, vibrating and jiggling Sonata’s now obliviously living clothing and cuing an exasperated scream from the siren that carried on for a good twenty seconds. Megalon, plugging his ears with the suit’s pair of hands, looked up and saw a blinding light at the top of the citadel. While he didn’t hear the accompanying dramatic music over Sonata’s shrieking, he did know his tropes well enough to know what was coming. Still keeping his ears plugged, he grabbed the girl-girl and girl-clothing.
“Oh! Dramatic entrance, that means that’s our main baddy! Time to go!”
The white flare of going through the dimensional door blinded them momentarily before settling back out. When the world came into view, it was clear they’d left the north Atlantic, and the frenzy of jumps afterwards to get back on track, far behind. The darkened outlines on everyone as well as the semi-realistic, semi-abstract art style still looked Asiatic enough.
“Yep, I think we’re still in an anime.”
“Yeah but this looks way too cartoony to be Sailor Moon. We musta made a wrong turn.
“So which one are we in?”
Sonata stood up on her tiptoes and leered at the urbanized mountain they seemed to be settled upon. At the top of the multitiered mountain was what could best be described as a bizarre fusion of a school and a stylized fortress. She’d recognized it from her times on CrunchyRoll.
“Loooks liiiiiike, Kill la Kill!”
“Huh, I feel short again… Hey, why do my clothes feel funny?
Megalon grunted, shifting the wheat steam clenched in his jaws. Clothing in general felt strange, especially the ‘Spider-Wedgie’, but something in this world felt… off. Sonata, the member of the trio most used to attire also picked up on it with her own observation.
“Why do I feel like I’m not wearing any? And where’s Pinkie?”
Noticing a wall mirror, a thankful trait in a lot of Japanese productions being plot convenience playhouse rules, the pair turned to face it. The moment they did the two had completely contrasting reactions. Megalon was, for lack of better terms, “chibi’d”, being a lot younger and shorter than his typical forms came out to be. His outfit was three parts awesome, silly, and cutesy, looking like a school girl’s uniform under a sailor’s cap, wind blown longcoat that was somehow staying on despite his arms not being in the sleeves, and a pair of energized, spiked fists emerging from the coat’s cuffs that were mimicking his actual arm’s movements.
“Awww I look adorable! Oh check me out Sonny, four hands!”
Megalon chirped, waving his arms and watching the uniform’s ‘power fists’ copy him. He was completely oblivious to how beat red in the face the siren was, the only muscle on her body being her slack jaw and eyes twitching. She looked like she was stuck in skimpy armor that looked like it was supposed to go over a body glove, but someone forgot the glove and was away from their girlfriend for far too long when at the design office. Aside from the large fins sticking up on either side of her collar, which stuck out beside her head, there was barely a single piece of Sonata’s pink ‘uniform’ that wouldn’t make a stripper blush. While nothing private was showing, she was quick to jump up on one leg and use all of her remaining limbs in a desperate bid to cover herself.
“GAK! ARRG!”
“What’s wrong Sonny?”
“I wanted to be the one to get Mako, not Ryuko!!!! How the **** is this supposed to be a combat suit!? It’s even got a little mini-skirt!”
She roared, still redder than a tomato while pointing at said inexplicable skirt.
“We really need to get out of here, fast… Where’s Pinkie Pie?!”
She grumbled with narrowed eyes, having thought she’d become quickly done with this situation until the third member of their party revealed herself. One of the fins on Sonata’s suit twitched, a band of color moving across it like an opening eye with the new coloration resembling a bright blue iris. One that was the exact same color as Pinkie Pie’s, complete with curly eyelashes.
“Oh hai everypony! Did you know that the life fibers this suit’s got taste funny? Kinda like whipped cream. Haheheheh!”
She giggled, vibrating and jiggling Sonata’s now obliviously living clothing and cuing an exasperated scream from the siren that carried on for a good twenty seconds. Megalon, plugging his ears with the suit’s pair of hands, looked up and saw a blinding light at the top of the citadel. While he didn’t hear the accompanying dramatic music over Sonata’s shrieking, he did know his tropes well enough to know what was coming. Still keeping his ears plugged, he grabbed the girl-girl and girl-clothing.
“Oh! Dramatic entrance, that means that’s our main baddy! Time to go!”
Comments
5 comments posted
Stotter 
You mustn’t be embarrassed Sonata. That will decrease the efficiency of Kamui Pinketsu and she’ll have to drink more of your blood to even try to compensate.
FederalBurgerInvestigator
Keep up the good work.
Background Pony #D053
My is gta 5 that anime one
Darth Sonic 
My feelings on this snippet are mixed. On one hand, it’s hilarious. On the other hand, I find it hard to believe that Sonata would even be fazed by any of this… Well, except the vibration part at the end.