What happened to Aria was unexpected.

No, being date-raped in a regional bingo contest in Canada was unexpected. This…this was something completely else. In fact, to properly express how much expected was not in this situation, every language would need to form another word specifically made for this situation.

However, the chance for such an event was only rivaled by the chance of what was currently happening. That meant three super-subatomic bombs going off inside the rectum of a transgendered woman named Bailey Jay to the tune of Ol' Yeller had a 13% higher chance of happening. Satan herself (yes, her) arising from the depths of Hell, reverse-reverse cowgirling a flying spaghetti monster straight into a failing ikea store, had a 22% chance of happening (right above the chances of a polychromatic horse saying a dying meme).

The chances of an author of pony fiction being thrown in a mental hospital for what they wrote…

No matter how many situations had a chance of happening, it was trivial to what was occurring in front of Aria.

Sonata was getting raped. By everyone. Hard.

There wasn't even a forthcoming warning, it just…happened.

Aria had felt eons pass without a shred of age coming along. She had seen countless galaxies fade into oblivion, only for countless more to be reborn from the destruction. She was there for the birthing, and she had witnessed its death. Up until it had forged its last star, Aria only watched, and when that final star soon reached its end, she stayed. She had become the alpha, and the omega; the start and the end; life and death. Nothing had mattered, yet nothing was everything; the universe only served for her observation. The beauty of nothingness was absolute, and th—

"Arrriiaaaaaaaa, wake uuuuuppppp."

That voice, it felt…familiar. Where had she hear it from? When did she hear it? No, time meant nothing to her anymore. Spoken words was a long forgotten obstruction of witnessing, so even she had lost her own voice. Yet that voice had stayed in her memory over the eons, only now making its presence known.

However, yet another question arose from her dormant conscience.

Why did she feel so agitated when she heard it.

"Uh, where are we?" asked Aria, groggily. She'd awakened in a room made of nothing but polished marble, with nothing giving a clear indication of an immediate exit. In fact, the only differential aspect of the place was…the bane of her existence. Her stupid face; her idiotic hair; her hourglass body; her soft-to-the touch ass; her magnificent magenta eyes burning holes in her lonely soul; her plush, pale blue lips curved into a luscious smile, beckoning, urging Aria to ravish them.

"After tripping into the portal, you fell straight on your face. You were out, like, for a few minutes," spoken the ~~cause of Aria's sexual frustration~~ embodiment of stupid, smacking Aria out of her stupor. The sudden realization that all the galaxies and cosmoses she witnessed had only been her subconscious trying to cope with the inter-dimensional face fall.

What seemed like trillions of years had only been two minutes in reality.

"Welcome to E-182 Detainment Galaxy," spoke a unmanned voiced. The voice echoed across the surroundings, resonating relentlessly around and around. "Prisoner #2847 and prisoner #1248, please exit the room for assimilation." Once the order was given, a slab of marble in a far wall slid open, revealing a darkened hallway.

"Ooh, cool!" exclaimed Sonata, steadily maintaining her position of group idiot with an iron grip.

"Please exit the room for assimilation," recited the voice, assuming the role of a lifeless drone on repeat. Wanting nothing more of such monotony, Aria quickly fled the room, following behind a skipping Sonata.

The hallway quickly unfolded into a room identical to the first, with the only noticeable difference being two pairs of black clad women standing stock still. As they approached, Aria was able to see that two of the four guards held a pair of gray uniforms, a black collar laying each set of clothing.

"Please wear the presented garments," spoken the voice once again.

"Uh, voice lady, can we get like a separate room to use?" said Sonata, sounded sincerely unnerved by the prospect of undressing.

Aria wasn't having any of that.

"Uugh, j-just turn around, ok?" Aria said, before snatching a pair of clothes and scurrying to a corner. After a few moments in the midst of reclothing, the siren summoned enough courage to wagered a glance behind her. The sight she was greeted with, however, was one for the ages: the naked visage of Sonata Dusk. The held little progress to the redressing part of the ordeal, steadily fumbling to get the bra on.

Throughout the years of being forced into human bodies, the sirens had to learn how to assimilate into human culture, lest they wanted to draw unwanted attention; that included learning how to dress. However, when it came to the complexities of the female form, Sonata—like always—had being slow on the draw, barely even realizing the need for clothes for the first six centuries of their banishment, so it only warrant that she had never solved the enigma that was the brassiere.

Aria had long forgotten the sight of Sonata within her birthday suit, often calling upon her imagination to ~~stimulate~~ educate herself about the siren's physic. Many nights had gone by with her vehemently crying herself to a hateful sleep, regretting the day she let Adagio dress Sonata, which continued on to this very day. Her self-distain only grew as she was cursed with the luck of never spotting Sonata nude, only increasing her livid libido and whittling her fingers numb.

But no longer shall she weep, for her cursed-filled prayers had been answered, bringing along the vivid visage of a clothes-less Sonata. The dumbfounded siren had long since given up on the idea of wearing a bra, unwilling to struggle with the confounding lace any longer. However, that hurdle was only met with another as the siren came upon her lower, undergarments.

The panties she was given had ~~thankfully~~ been two sizes smaller than what would be needed to wrap her frame. However, Sonata had refused to give up this time, wanting nothing more than to make the cotton opponent surrender to her wide hips, even if it meant unknowingly bending over to present more of herself. And present herself she did, showing off her pale, periwinkle-blue bottom, and everything it entailed.

The presentation of Sonata's plump periwinkle pussy lips had Aria drooling, her hungry eyes refusing to move an inch away from Sonata' s cave of wonder. The constant straining of the tiny panties (mixed with the bouncing of her occasional jump) kept smothering her buttocks together, giving Aria an intense game of peek-a-boo she was more than willing to play.

In the midst of her underwear war, Sonata had worked up a fine layer of sweat, which had gave her rump a shine that Aria devoured. Every second of the unintentionally sexual display was captured in Aria's mind, metaphorically recording the entire event and forcefully committing it to long-term memory. However, the guards had apparently grown of Sonata's inability to clothe, and immediately went to help her; much to Aria's distain. Within seconds, Sonata was dressed and presentable, abruptly stopping Aria's mental montage of siren sexiness at it's peak. How dare they touch what was rightfully her's, only she was worthy to plunder such magnificent booty.

I-I mean, she was alright. Like, who would like someone like that? With all that…ass, and…beauty that could rival th—

"Prisoner #2847, do you wish for assistance?" spoken a guard, snapping Aria out of her thoughts.

"N-no! I don't need any help like that sexy—I mean, idiot!" retorted Aria violently, ensured that she covered up her fumble with that save. Quickly redressing herself in her new uniform, she waited for anymore instructions to be delivered.

"Please follow your escorts to the next into the next room," said the disembodied voice, once again opening up another area for the sirens to enter. Without warning, the guards began to walk into the new doorway, leaving the siren sisters to scurry next to them.

"Look Aria, we got matching necklaces again!" said Sonata, breaking the approaching silence.

"They're not necklaces, idiot, they're collars," groaned Aria, her 'bitch mask' firmly settled back on. "In fact, why are we wearing these things?" she asked the guards.

"Your magic will be taken away from you the second you walk through the threshold of this dimension, that means your voices will go as well. Those collars will allow you to speak." responded a guard.

"Oh cool! Wait, I didn't know our voices wear connected to our magic? That kinda sucks, actually." Sonata said.

An iron vice was more like it.

"Here we are," said a guard as they stopped in front of a solid red door. "Follow us." And with that final notion, the sirens enter their punishment.

"Umm, hi everyone, my names Sonata Dusk…Why are you all here?" said the siren as she noticed the six women surrounding her cell. Aria had been too busy trying to 'bitchify' herself throughout the following week to notice, but this prison was very flexible with their rules, allowing prisoners to roam around their cell area—however, the only way to enter a cell without a guard was from the inside. She was aware, however, of the constant ogling Sonata received as they were escorted to their cell. Cat calls and woof whistles rang throughout the facility every time they went about, some containing a vast vocabulary of sexual innuendoes or straight up describing verbatim what they would do to the silly siren.

And it only drove Aria wild with hate. While Sonata only took it as strange compliments, Aria took it as a threat for her property. She would not allow a soul to touch her siren, but even her hatred would not make her show her real feelings.

If she did have feelings, I mean. She totally didn't like that blue ball of stupid. Totally.

"They call me Mad Moxxi, but you can call me whatever you want, Sugar," said a buxom mare, complete with a flirtation wink. Aria was confused at first what the mare was, however, for her breast were so ball-breakingly big, amazonian cows could've been put to shame. Even though her exposed bra looked like it seen some days, the fact she could wear a shirt was a gigantic feat in itself—Not as giant as her boobs, though.

"Oh, ok, nice to meet you. Uh, can you tell me why your all, like, here?"

"We just REALLY wanted to meet the fresh m—I mean, new cellmates. Why don't you tell us how you winded up here, sugar?"

"Careful, "sugar", your desperation is showing," intervened Aria, her naturally low tolerance burning to a crisp the longer she listened.

"Honey, didn't your mother tell you it was rude to interrupt a conversation? If not, I'll be more than willing to, teach you some manners," said Moxxi, finishing her double entendre with another, sultry wink. A shiver ran down the spine of the siren in response to the offer. "But that's beside the point. Why don't you let us in, Sugar? We've been dying to make some new…friends. Isn't that right, girls?"

"Damn straight."

"Usted está a punto de ser violada, niña. Prepárate."

"Prepare yourself, girl; Focus on the chandelier; And think of sweet dreams."

"Mmm, big mama love's herself some jailbait."

"I LIVE FOR MEAT POUNDING!"

The female symphony of agreement echoed on throughout the oblivious siren's mind, pressuring her decision the longer they went on.

"Come on, Aria. Adagio isn't here, we can make our own decisions." And with that stated, the naïve singer opened the floodgates, releasing the big-boob beast upon herself.

"Thanks, Sugar. Mmm, you're a cute one, you know that?" said Mad Moxxi, sizing up the singer with eyes that could only be described as predatory. "Nothin' I love more than a girl who can take charge." As the mare came into raping distance of Sonata, Aria had reached her limit.

H-her limit of other people being around her, I mean.

"Before we do anything, how about we establish some names; specifically those five lackeys of yours," Aria said, snatching Sonata from the sinisterly seductive snatch of Mad Moxxi.

"Oh, these girls? They're friends of mine," Moxxi said, not in the slightest ticked off by the harsh comment.

"The name is Swashier, ex-celestial soldier of the third rank, the deadliest squadron in the eastern army," said a muscular gray and white mare, uniformly. She didn't wear any over shirt, deciding that a bra was enough to support her frame. However, with this overexposure of her torso revealed the sincerity of her words; every inch of her frame had some mark of forlorn battle, which was most likely the cause and reason for her eternal demise.

"My name is Blump's Kin; I was a hired killer; betrayed, mid-combat," spoke a dying-pink mare. She, unknown to the others until now, had stayed outside of the cell, just watching the entire interaction from afar. Even though Aria would rather die—again, that is—than admit it, she thought the 'mysterious-type' was hot, and Blump's Kin was pulling it off something fierce. Just looking at the slim (yet bizarrely tall) girl made her irritated and flustered all at once.

And why the fuck was she speaking haikus?

"I HEAR THE SCREAMS FOR MERCY; THE CRIES OF PAIN, AND I'LL NEVER STOP CHUGGING DOWN THE ROSE-FELT SLAUGHTER. NEVER! BELLOW. BELLOW FOR THE RAM TO KILL THE MOUNTAIN!" screamed the next one. The mare was completely free of fur, evident by the lack of upper clothing, which was replaced with ragged bandage tape. Her face, just like her chest, was also covered in bandages, only one bloodshot eye being shown from the makeshift mask. Aria felt a ping of fear hit her spine as looked upon the crazed mare's body. Rampant on her body was hulking muscle upon muscle, only rivaled by the scars littering her frame. Even though she was severely slumping her back, she stood a clear two heads taller than Aria. The longer the siren maintained eye contact with the mare, the more she felt her soul slipping from her body.

"…What?" Sonata said, breaking the unnoticed silence that followed the deranged mare's words. The interruption knocked Aria out her trance, allowing her to regain her senses and immediately look away from the psycho.

Sometimes Sonata's obliviousness came in handy…Sometimes.

"That's Bubbles, she a little…off. Don't worry, you'll get use to it," Moxxi said. Bubbles only grumbled out a response, but soon focused her attention entirely on Sonata. Whether her star was lustful or filled with hunger, Aria didn't want to find out.

"Hola, conocido, I am Sally," said a frighteningly burly, blue mare. "I died falling six miles into a mountain; filled with explosives; while riding two sharks taped together, while on fire." From all the things that have been said by the group of women, Aria thought being surprised was a forlorn feeling, but Sally reaffirmed the siren that the shit people could do was something to fear.

"Wait, who was on fire? You or the sharks?" said Sonata, giving nary a fuck about the connotation of what she just said.

"Yes."

Author's Note

Rampant cat-fight of nonsensical insults = Easy.

Light flirting and heavy innuendo = Kill me now.

Also. List of things to do to be hated:
End on cliffhanger: Check
Don't explain what the first part of the chapter meant: Check
Include too many references: Check

Is Sonata going to be raped? Is Aria going to admit her feelings? Will the goat kill the mountain?
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Tata~