Chapter 13: The First Act of The Finale
The stallion locked the door to his dress-room with a content gaze at a corner of the place.
The cage there grunted and his own voice spoke to him, "About time you showed up!"
"Sorry to keep you waiting handsome..." He chuckled as he pulled off the cover to the entrapment, revealing a stallion with his own blonde hair, his own blue eyes, and his own shimmeringly white coat.
"I suppose everything is set up for our play?" The caged pony chuckled, leaning against the bars with a foreknee. His response was a simple nod and a look at his own plot as his clone, in a sense, looked for the key to the cage.
"I could stare at that all day..." He whistled to himself.
"Huh?" His clone said looking at him, noticing an extending appendage but feigning ignorance to the fact.
"Oh, I'm sure you heard me, common creature..." The caged one chuckled with an edge of arrogance.
"What did you sssay?" The copy hissed, immediately jumping at the bars with suddenly green eyes.
"Oh just that I don't see why I should be reasoning with a filthy copy cat mongrel!" Blueblood growled angrily with a eye twitch and huge grin.
"Because you're the idiot that opened the door and got yourself locked in there.." The changeling grinned, cockily copying the princes usual demeanor except with a slight danger to him.
"Well atleast Im the royalty of my kind.." The prince replied with the same expression and tone.
"Ignorant filth..." The clone growled, crouching, ready to pounce. He sprung at the door, breaking the lock easily before being sprung back by the metal.
The prince quickly made a bolt to the door, only to get tripped by his rival's right forehoove. A grin grew across the unhurt, in the instance atleast, face and he crawled up across the slender but lean body, an example of his excitement springing to life.
"What are you doi-urk!" The prince got out before a warm slab of flesh stabbed into his plot fast and rough. 'This'll be fun' he sighed sarcastically in his head, cringing a little at the sudden wave of pain.
The creature transformed back to his normal form, it being quite a bit bigger than Blueblood in both respects, earning a sharp yelp when the pucker suddenly had to deal with an object twice as thick,
"What the actual hell are you doing back there, Erios?" The prince ground out, unconsciously tightening his grip on the member of the black equine.
"Oh nothing..." The changeling grinned, running a forehoof through the blonde mane. The white stallion simply huffed, trying to buck him off, ending up flipping himself over onto the floor.
The Styxian black creature simply grinned and turned over to his victim, biting hard on his muzzle. Blueblood let out a yelp, struggling against the stronger maw, bleeding a little. When he saw a bit of the liquid trickle, he suddenly got twice his strength. Unfortunately, such only earned him a grope of pure muscular barrel and an even harder thrust into him, such rousing an unwanted response from the pleasure flushing through his system.
"Aww, royalty falling for a 'common beast' how-" He began, pulling back and slamming into the ivory equine with the last word, "noble."
"Get your filthy piece out of me" Blueblood yelled, hoping to get the attention of the guards. Fortune would have it, he did. But Karma would bite it, he would be long gone, because in one fell-swoop he was devoured.
"Are you alright Prince?" A brown guard pony exclaimed, bursting open the door to see him with a satisfied grin.
"I just wanted an escort is all." He replied, a hidden agenda obvious in his snarky tone.