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There was a sharp ‘beep’ and half a second later, it was silenced in a flurry of sheets, followed quickly by the hissing sound of the bathroom door opening and closing. Sunset opened up her eyes and peeked around the dark room. No sign of any life save for the trickle of light in the door frame and the sound of the shower - Miss Tempest was right on schedule. Perfect. Quietly, the orange filly slid off the couch and began tiptoeing across the bare metal floor, the cold tingling against her bare feet. She regretted not grabbing her slippers, but there was no time.
It had been a little over a week since her “abduction”, if you wanted to call it that. It was all just a case of being at the wrong place at the wrong time. Princess Celestia had sent her prized student to an astronomical observatory high in the mountains along the kingdom’s borders, and, well, that had proven a tempting target for a splinter of the Storm King’s fleet. They had taken absolutely everything that wasn’t nailed down in the ancient marble tower, and that had included her. Fortunately that also included much of her luggage as well. As the flying barbarian horde was dividing up their prizes, one member in particular had taken a liking to her. Captain Shadow, or Miss Tempest as Sunset soon came to call her, claimed the filly as her own, taking little else from the loot.
At first, Sunset was terrified. She had heard stories of the fleet and the fearsome crew within. Brutal, merciless, savage slavers and conquerors who only spared those they deemed might have value. They left a trail of desolation and misery wherever they went, and the poor filly feared for her own fate. As it turned out, the stories had been a tad exaggerated. The crew, all in all, were a decent bunch. She had her work, of course, but that consisted of little more than serving drinks, clearing the meal hall, and playing “Barbaras” with Lt. Skull-Masher, while keeping his extensive collection of the dolls a secret. Tempest, for her part, barely had her do anything, save stay by her side. She had set her up on a couch in her own comparatively lavish cabin in the airship, though occasionally Sunset would sneak into the captain’s own bed during particularly cold nights. The other unicorn hardly objected.
So, for a kidnapping, it was a remarkably comfortable existence. But that wasn’t important. What as important, was that this was Sunset’s chance. This tiny sliver of a window of time to put her plan into action. One of the only times Tempest wouldn’t be able to catch her. It was now or never.
Sunset reached for the handle, turning it as quickly and as quietly as possible.
It was time.
It was time to look AWESOME.
Her horn glowed a soft blue, and the armor in the cabinet floated down to the ground, landing with a soft clatter. Sunset winced, but the shower still sounded, and so she continued. She poked through the set, before grabbing the suit Tempest wore beneath the platemail. She sat on the ground and pulled the leggings on, before practically just draping the top over her. Tempest might have been a lean mare, but her suit was still massive on the little filly, burying her in a mound of black cloth. Sunset didn’t care though, and, with great care, stepped into the metal boots. These too were far too large, coming well up to her hips and making it practically impossible for her to actually walk. That wasn’t the point though. The point was to look cool, and these boots? Very cool.
Next came the chest plate. Just the chestplate, as it turned out. The armored skirt and pauldrons that came with it slid right off, and Sunset decided to let them. If they didn’t want to be cool with her, that was their problem. She levitated the armor over to her and dropped it over her head. The armor, which had barely come down to Tempest’s sternum, completely covered the filly’s torso. Well, all the better to be protected, right?
With as much of the suit as she dared (or rather, could) put on, Sunset wiggled over to a mirror on the wall, clanking all the way. Anyone looking at the overly-armored filly would have found her ridiculous. Her arms and legs were nothing but masses of fabric and her head could have comfortably fit through the arms of the chestplate. Why, the feet of her boots were practically the size of her head. Sunset however would have to disagree with that assesment. She, for her part, thought she looked amazing. She looked fearsome, dangerous, a great warrior in the making who would go down in history! A terror to her foes and all who crossed her! She smiled at her reflection, an mischievous glint in her eyes. Oh, this was good.
Had Sunset been less occupied with her new appearance, she might have noticed the shower had stopped running. She might have noticed the bathroom door sliding open. She might have noticed the quite unhappy unicorn in the mirror.
She did finally notice said unicorn clearing her throat quite angrily behind her.
“Oh, poo…”
Suggested by fanthrose. Sunset decided to grab some new duds. Tempest doesn’t approve.
Also this proved to be a good chance to maybe explain how the hell Smol Sunset got here in the first place.
Lt. Skull-Masher cheats at playing Barbaras, by the way. There’s no way the fashion show would approve of those shoes going with that dress. You’re out of line, Lt! Learn how to play with your dolls with HONOR!
It had been a little over a week since her “abduction”, if you wanted to call it that. It was all just a case of being at the wrong place at the wrong time. Princess Celestia had sent her prized student to an astronomical observatory high in the mountains along the kingdom’s borders, and, well, that had proven a tempting target for a splinter of the Storm King’s fleet. They had taken absolutely everything that wasn’t nailed down in the ancient marble tower, and that had included her. Fortunately that also included much of her luggage as well. As the flying barbarian horde was dividing up their prizes, one member in particular had taken a liking to her. Captain Shadow, or Miss Tempest as Sunset soon came to call her, claimed the filly as her own, taking little else from the loot.
At first, Sunset was terrified. She had heard stories of the fleet and the fearsome crew within. Brutal, merciless, savage slavers and conquerors who only spared those they deemed might have value. They left a trail of desolation and misery wherever they went, and the poor filly feared for her own fate. As it turned out, the stories had been a tad exaggerated. The crew, all in all, were a decent bunch. She had her work, of course, but that consisted of little more than serving drinks, clearing the meal hall, and playing “Barbaras” with Lt. Skull-Masher, while keeping his extensive collection of the dolls a secret. Tempest, for her part, barely had her do anything, save stay by her side. She had set her up on a couch in her own comparatively lavish cabin in the airship, though occasionally Sunset would sneak into the captain’s own bed during particularly cold nights. The other unicorn hardly objected.
So, for a kidnapping, it was a remarkably comfortable existence. But that wasn’t important. What as important, was that this was Sunset’s chance. This tiny sliver of a window of time to put her plan into action. One of the only times Tempest wouldn’t be able to catch her. It was now or never.
Sunset reached for the handle, turning it as quickly and as quietly as possible.
It was time.
It was time to look AWESOME.
Her horn glowed a soft blue, and the armor in the cabinet floated down to the ground, landing with a soft clatter. Sunset winced, but the shower still sounded, and so she continued. She poked through the set, before grabbing the suit Tempest wore beneath the platemail. She sat on the ground and pulled the leggings on, before practically just draping the top over her. Tempest might have been a lean mare, but her suit was still massive on the little filly, burying her in a mound of black cloth. Sunset didn’t care though, and, with great care, stepped into the metal boots. These too were far too large, coming well up to her hips and making it practically impossible for her to actually walk. That wasn’t the point though. The point was to look cool, and these boots? Very cool.
Next came the chest plate. Just the chestplate, as it turned out. The armored skirt and pauldrons that came with it slid right off, and Sunset decided to let them. If they didn’t want to be cool with her, that was their problem. She levitated the armor over to her and dropped it over her head. The armor, which had barely come down to Tempest’s sternum, completely covered the filly’s torso. Well, all the better to be protected, right?
With as much of the suit as she dared (or rather, could) put on, Sunset wiggled over to a mirror on the wall, clanking all the way. Anyone looking at the overly-armored filly would have found her ridiculous. Her arms and legs were nothing but masses of fabric and her head could have comfortably fit through the arms of the chestplate. Why, the feet of her boots were practically the size of her head. Sunset however would have to disagree with that assesment. She, for her part, thought she looked amazing. She looked fearsome, dangerous, a great warrior in the making who would go down in history! A terror to her foes and all who crossed her! She smiled at her reflection, an mischievous glint in her eyes. Oh, this was good.
Had Sunset been less occupied with her new appearance, she might have noticed the shower had stopped running. She might have noticed the bathroom door sliding open. She might have noticed the quite unhappy unicorn in the mirror.
She did finally notice said unicorn clearing her throat quite angrily behind her.
“Oh, poo…”
Suggested by fanthrose. Sunset decided to grab some new duds. Tempest doesn’t approve.
Also this proved to be a good chance to maybe explain how the hell Smol Sunset got here in the first place.
Lt. Skull-Masher cheats at playing Barbaras, by the way. There’s no way the fashion show would approve of those shoes going with that dress. You’re out of line, Lt! Learn how to play with your dolls with HONOR!
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