He is My Master

38: Get This Party Started

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The throne room was a zoo by now, and its (sapient) animal residents had reached about the same level of noise, activity and mating behaviour.

At least, that was how it seemed to Shadow. The Ultimate Lifeform kept to the walls rather than the center of the room, not wishing to attract too much attention to himself and maybe run into some other friends of the real Prince again, who might be able to tell something was off. So far, Scourge seemed to be the centre of social life instead, a lot of people thronging around him with fake and nervous smiles plastered on their faces who were trying to curry his favour, Shadow could tell. Having spent all his childhood in that narrowly-confined powder keg of social relations that had been the ARK, the Ultimate Lifeform now had very finely tuned antennae for dynamics of power in a group; the green hedgehog was obviously the up-and-coming guy and, much like Sonic, enjoyed his audience more than was decent. The Ultimate Lifeform briefly wondered what the real Prince might have done had he been here...

But that isn't my concern. He was actually trying to avoid thinking about his other-dimensional doppelganger, not wanting to imagine what kind of havoc the other might be wreaking wherever he was right now. Shadow vaguely hoped that this Prince might at least be as smart as he himself was and could keep himself out of trouble.

Out of the corner of his eye, he actually caught a glance of his supposed slave at the other side of the hall at this point. Sonic was casually walking past a turtle servant carrying a tray of some sort of proto-sandwiches, looking for all the world like just another broken pet dragged here for show...just up until the moment when the unfortunate servant blinked, there was a faint whoosh of air, and when the shelled reptile opened his eyes again, the entire food selection had mysteriously disappeared, a certain peach-furred chest now covered in rather a lot of crumbs. Sonic, of course, was already sauntering away from the flabberghasted castle employee gawking at his empty tray in shock but not paying any attention to the (now happily fed) collared blue hedgehog who had seemingly not even broken his stride. Shadow had watched the entire procedure and now slowly dragged a hand across his face.

My double not getting into trouble? Not if he's brought his own bloody blue maniac along...

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The maniac in question was licking the last crumbs off his lips and enjoyed the feeling of having food inside himself again (even if he had had to eat VERY quickly). This dinner-slash-party actually wasn't half bad, Sonic thought. He was able to wander around among people without having to be on a leash and could finally have a proper look at the population of this odd dimension without somebody trying to kill him (or worse). The blue hedgehog supposed there might have been about 200-odd people in the hall, if you counted guests, slaves and servants together. Since the tables were still standing at the sides of the room, the standing space was fairly limited in the middle, but nobody seemed to mind thus far. Most nobles were happy to chat, drink, show off their pets and...

...a hand landed on Sonic's arm, belonging to a random wolf female he had never before seen in his life.

"My, isn't that fur silky! Tell me, have you ever seen such a fine pelt?" she asked her hyena friend, who immediately started running her fingers through the blue hero's peach coat as well, the enslaved hero unable to do anything else but to hold still and endure.

"Not bad at all! I have a soap that produces a similar effect on my pets, let me tell you about it..." the two canines moved on, talking to one another animatedly, leaving Sonic to give a sound not unlike Marge Simpson and flatten the ruffled fur on his arm again. Well, that was definitely the fourth activity the guests here seemed to like to indulge in. Groping other people. Sonic stalked off again, trying to shake off the irritation this encounter had left him with. Despite what he thought earlier, now he realized once again that it was almost impossible to enjoy this evening, or any other activity at all, with other people constantly reminding you of your supposed status as an object. Sonic scowled, his familiar grudge with this kingdom for attempting to crush their slaves' spirits so thoroughly resurfacing. Well, so far they were at least failing pretty hard with him. His ear twitched as he sensed another noble approaching, and them he already could see at the edge of his vision another silk-gloved hand stretching out, nearing his body...