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Prank War By: Lyrissa "And I believe that is check," Wrathion said with a wide smirk on his darkly handsome face. Anduin Wrynn, prince of Stormwind, merely sighed. His opponent was wily and resourceful, and even though Anduin was quite bright, Wrathion often succeeded in distracting him somehow to claim victory. Of course it - was- just a board game. The two princes were sitting at their regular low table in Wrathion's private quarters upstairs in the Tavern of the Mists, high in the mountains of central Pandaria. "One day, Wrathion, you'll find that trickery and deceit cannot get you everything you want," Anduin said with only a slight huff. "Oh, no. I definitely agree. Sometimes an application of force is necessary," the black dragon said with an amused grin. "Your father is a great believer in that." Anduin waved his hand in annoyance. "That's not what I mean at all, Wrathion! I mean treating people honestly and openly, and not manipulating them like pieces on a gaming board." Wrathion did not lose his grin as he collected the playing pieces and walked over to get a jug and two glasses that the innkeeper Tong had left for the two young males earlier. He poured Anduin a glass of expertly pressed Pandaren fruit juice, and then filled his own glass up to the rim. "My dearest White Prince, am I detecting a trace of jealousy in your fair voice? Mayhap you're just jealous of me?" Wrathion said, sipping his drink and eyeing Anduin's reaction over the rim of the crystal glass. "Jealous?" Anduin sputtered. "Why would I be jealous of you?" "Oh, nothing," Wrathion said airily, enjoying Anduin's befuddled annoyance. "No, really. Tell me what you mean, because I honestly have no idea what you're talking about!" Anduin snapped. Wrathion gave Anduin a very pleasant smile and put his glass down, making himself comfortable on his chair. His radiant red eyes were filled with amusement and the jewelry in his massive turban clinked as the black dragon prince leaned in towards Anduin. "Simple, my friend. The reason you are so angry at my so-called trickery and manipulation, and yet come here so often to visit me, is that you are jealous. Envious! You, Anduin Wrynn, know that you can never be as cunning and deceitful as I am!" Anduin blinked. "I take -that- as a compliment, Wrathion," he said with a huff, putting his glass down as well and crossing his arms. "Oh really now?" Wrathion responded casually. "You don't sound half as certain as you wish to appear, my friend. In fact, I think that deep down you know that you wouldn't be able to trick me, even in the simplest way." "You think me stupid?" Anduin asked. "Not at all," Wrathion said with a shrug. "Just that you are far too much of a straight arrow to ever be conniving." Anduin seemed to consider this for a long while before coming to a decision. The prince of Stormwind balled his hands into fists and stood up. "Is that so, Wrathion? In that case, let's put that to the test, shall we?" "Oh? What do you propose we do to test such a thing?" Wrathion said with interest, eager for a new game. "I'll prank you. If I succeed, I will have proven that I can be as tricky as you, and that my feelings have nothing to do with jealousy. Then you can try and prank me back, and if I fall for it then I will concede your point," Anduin said self-assured. "If we both succeed or both fail I guess we'll have to figure out what that means." "Prank?" Wrathion asked, looking genuinely confused. "What do you mean?" "Simple. I'll try and trick you. You know, some kind of simple joke? Sometimes I forget that you're not a human and much younger than you look." "No, I understand!" Wrathion protested just a little too quickly to be honest. "I know what a prank is. And I accept your challenge, prince of Stormwind!" "Good! We have a deal!" Anduin said, stretching out his hand. Wrathion shook it, and they both quietly studied each other, trying to figure out just how perceptive and fiendish the other could be. "May the cleverest prince win," Anduin said with a grin. *** For the first few days after the bet was made, Wrathion was on edge every moment of the day. He expected Anduin to jump out of the shadows to throw a pie at him or something similarly ridiculous, and he wasn't about to concede victory that easily. He jumped at shadows and ordered his bodyguards Right and Left to be extra attentive. However, as the week progressed and nothing happened, Wrathion began wondering if Anduin had forgotten their bet altogether. Finally, one of his agents reported that Anduin was now definitely back in the Shrine of Seven Stars, the Alliance base of operations in Pandaria. Wrathion merely shrugged and considered the matter settled for now. The next day the Black Prince was entertaining a small delegation of worried Pandaren from the neighboring Valley of the Four Winds when his turban started croaking. At first Wrathion thought he was under some form of attack and tensed up, but when his Pandaren guests began giggling and pointing, the Black Prince plucked his turban off and discovered a fat, live frog inside a small cage hidden inside the hat. Blinking in surprise he suddenly realized that somebody had switched out his normal turban at some point without him noticing, and while his guests kept giggling, Wrathion realized who. Anduin had gotten him, and now Wrathion had to retaliate in kind. *** Anduin woke up slowly a few days later, stretching as the morning sun flickered in through the tall window. He grunted as he slipped out of bed and headed towards the bathroom. The Prince of Stormwind allowed himself a small giggle as he thought about Wrathion's surprised face when he'd been pranked. It had been an interesting prospect to bribe the stone-faced Pandaren innkeeper Tong, but Anduin had found the old man rather enjoying the idea. And, Anduin thought to himself, here in the Shrine of Seven Stars, a vast, heavily guarded Alliance stronghold, there was no way for Wrathion to prank him in return. He'd already won, and proven his point. Anduin walked into the bathroom and froze in his tracks. The entirety of the room was done up like a girl's room. There were flowers at the mirror, a soft brush at the wash basin, bottles of perfume and a pink towel. Anduin's mind suddenly rewound and realized something had been odd even before he entered the lavatory, and he rushed back out. His whole room was decorated in pink and white, and was fit to house the most feminine of princesses. Anduin's personal belongings where nowhere to be seen, replaced by pictures of horses, beautiful vases filled with roses and romantic novels featuring barely dressed men on the covers. Anduin ran to the door into the corridor and tore it open. The corridor outside was totally unfamiliar at first, but then the Prince recognized it as another guest area, far on the other side of the Shrine. And only one person could have arranged for him to somehow be transported to a completely different room while asleep without alerting anyone. Wrathion! *** The escalation was slow at first. In the days after the first pranks, both Princes were very much on their guard. Anduin knew that technically the bet was a draw. Both of them had fallen for the prank of the other. But for some reason he refused to give up so easily. He resolved to continue the challenge because after all if he managed to prank Wrathion twice and was only fooled once himself then he would win by a score of 2 - 1. Or at least so the human prince reasoned to himself. Unknown to him, Wrathion had arrived at the exact same conclusion and begun setting the wheels in motion to continue the challenge. At first there was a bout of simple pranks like the first two. Anduin had Wrathion's closet switched right before the Black Prince had an audience with Taran Zhu, the leader of the Shado-Pan monks. Wrathion had already set in motion his prank, which kicked in when Anduin visited a local Pandaren shrine a few days later. As the prince of Stormwind paid respect to the artful little pagoda-like holy site, a swarm of agitated sprite darter dragons had erupted from the brushes near the shrine, and before Anduin could escape he had been covered head to toe in luminescent sprite darter dust. After his return to the Shrine Anduin pondered his revenge while scrubbing the sticky glowing dust off in the bath. Over the next few days Anduin found himself without a single pair of pants left in his wardrobe while Wrathion came back from a business trip to find the whole tavern where he resided gone (the result of a simple illusion spell). Anduin found a very disgruntled skunk in the saddlebag of his steed when he was about to start a journey to the Temple of the White Tiger, and Wrathion ended up with his whole face turning blue after eating a delicious dinner at a Pandaren inn that Anduin had visited earlier. As each prank was planned and carried out it became obvious that the Princes were quickly losing track of exactly why they were pranking each other in the first place. It may have been a philosophical disagreement at first, but the game had quickly become the goal in and of itself. What mattered was getting back at the other Prince just as good as he had gotten you. Of course not all pranks were successful. As the barrage of tricks and traps continued, both parties became more wary of the more common signs of an impending prank. Wrathion spotted an elaborate trap featuring a can of glowing sapfly resin before it had a chance to go off, and Anduin saw through an attempt to have him go fishing in a small lake that Wrathion had quietly 'prepared' for such an occasion by filling it was various large but harmless creatures. As the two Princes saw through half a dozen other attempts to trick them they quickly began to realize that these simple pranks were no longer good enough. Both were quickly becoming too jaded and wary for the classic tricks, and more drastic measures would have to be taken. Wrathion, eager for victory, took the first step. *** "Anduin? We're ready to depart," came the voice through the prince's door. Anduin sealed up his backpack and left, his head filled with thoughts of the journey ahead. He was journeying to the Temple of the White Tiger in the northern region of Kun'lai to meet with several representatives of the pandaren and the legendary White Tiger himself. While Anduin had insisted to his father, king Varian, that the roads through Kun'lai were safe enough, the king had quickly ordered a detachment of Seventh Legion guards to accompany the prince. Even as he stepped into the corridor outside his room, two honor guards in polished armor and ornate Stormwind tabards fell into perfect step behind him. Followed by his two bodyguards Anduin descended the sprawling stairs leading down and out into the sunlight. At the foot of the stairs a small crowd had gathered, and Anduin realized any hope he had fostered that he could slip away quietly and undertake his journey without too much attention was dashed. People ranging from wounded Alliance soldiers to curious Pandaren cubs awaited Anduin as he stepped down the wide stairs, while the remaining honor guard were preparing for the trip. Anduin's white stallion had been saddled and carefully groomed and the accompanying troopers each had a magnificent looking warhorse to make the trip easier. As Anduin approached there was a faint rustle among the crowd, and one or two people cheered and applauded. "My prince, should we get going?" the lead guard asked, his helmet glinting in the morning sun. "Let us. I thought our departure would be a secret?" Anduin said, walking up to his steed while the guards went to their mounts. "As did I, but the news must have leaked somehow. There are many ears in the Shrine," the guard said with deep resignation in his voice. "Don't worry about it. I'll take the opportunity to give these people what they wanted," the crown prince said with a smile, and his guard nodded. Gracefully Anduin climbed into the saddle of his mount and slung his other leg across the saddle. Then he gently nudged the horse to turn and canter up to stand before the small crowd as the Seventh Legion soldiers mounted their own horses in preparation. Anduin saw many hopeful faces stare up at him with a mixture of awe, respect and hope. He owed these people some encouraging words to alleviate the fears that recent events had instilled. Anduin rose up in his saddle and cleared his throat. "People of the Alliance, today is a great day. On this day I, Anduin Wrynn sh-" That was as far as the prince got. Suddenly his horse bucked under him and as Anduin was standing up and only holding the reins with one hand he lost his balance and slipped out of the stirrups. His hands grasped frantically for the lashing reins but he was unable to stop himself from tumbling off the back of the horse and into the small pond just behind him. It didn't hurt at all, but suddenly Anduin found himself sitting up to his rump in mud, his fine white and blue outfit drenched and his hair dripping. Instead of the acclaim and applause they had previously garnered upon him, the crowd were laughing and pointing at the prince's misfortune. "My prince! Are you alright?" the head guard asked as he ran for Anduin's position, but then he suddenly froze in his steps. The guard's eyes bulged from their sockets within the helmet and Anduin heard several people gasp in surprise. The prince turned to see what they were staring at, and his jaw fell open in a very undignified way. His stallion was standing on its rear legs, something the crown prince of Stormwind thought was impossible. The beautiful white horse was prancing around, gesticulating with its front hooves even as the crowd stared and the guards gaped. Moving as if it was dancing at a stage in a rowdy inn the horse somehow undid the buckles and straps holding Anduin's saddle to its back and then spun around to give the wet and confused prince a wide, toothy grin. "Oh. Pardon me, I'm improperly dressed!" the horse said in perfect common. Suddenly it reached one hoof up to its neck, batting the whipping ivory mane aside. With a quick tug, something opened on the back of the animal and suddenly its beautiful flanks opened and deflated like the whole steed had been an empty shell. Several people in the crowd cried out in surprise as the two halves of the white stallion flipped open and a small, black creature with beating wings and a wagging tail darted form the empty form. "Can't stay! Must dash!" the small creature chirped and then beat its tiny wings and vanished into the sky like a small fireworks rocket. Anduin sat there in disbelief for a few more moments before the lead guard came over to help him up and brush the mud from his soiled parade uniform. The prince already knew what had happened. Not how it had happened, but he could recognize that little dragon whelp anywhere. "Damn you Wrathion!" Anduin mumbled. "What was that, my prince?" the guard asked. "Oh nothing. Just a little prank that deserves a response." *** "You understand that betraying the trust of a faithful customer is highly amoral, of course?" the thin high elf man said while leading Anduin up the spiral stairwell. "As is supplying top secret magical equipment to someone who is technically a third party, not loyal to Stormwind or the Alliance," Anduin said calmly. The neutral mage had his back turned to the prince, but even so Anduin could see him shudder a little. It had taken the prince of Stormwind quite a bit of digging and calling in favors granted by his status to find a lead on where Wrathion had obtained the bizarre suit that allowed him to perfectly imitate Anduin's horse. Fortunately Anduin had already begun bribing the innkeeper Tong earlier, and the old pandaren was much shrewder and more attentive than Wrathion gave him credit. From a few careful observations Tong had made, Anduin had found a trail which led to an expert in magical item creation and transformation magic who ran a small shop in the neutral city of Booty Bay in southern Stranglethorn. "Yes, point. However, if the Black Prince finds out about this he will-" the man mumbled. "Do not worry. Just tell him I forced the secret out of you," Anduin said with a grin. The mage sighed and produced an ornate golden key from his purple robes and proceeded to unlock the metal-bound oak door at the small landing on top of the stairs. Then the high elf swept inside and Anduin followed. The room beyond was large and dingy, with a peaked roof high above their heads. The entire chamber was decked out as an alchemical laboratory, filled with arcane equipment Anduin did not recognize and the air was filled with the acrid smell of chemicals. "Now then," the mage said, walking over to a tall wooden cupboard that stood propped against one wall. "You said you wanted a few different items of my product?" "Indeed I do, and I will pay you in good old Stormwind gold," said the prince stepping up behind the mage. The elf nodded and opened the cupboard. Anduin gasped, surprised despite knowing what he would find within. "I want an assortment!" said Anduin with a grin. Suddenly the pranking was back on even footing. *** "Approach, traveler," the pandaren said with a smile. He was sitting in the lotus position, surprisingly agile for such a bulky creature, next to a small, calm pond filled with colorful golden card that swum about like a shoal of golden ingots. Wrathion walked closer, content that his journey was finished. Gracefully, the Black Prince sat down opposed from the pandaren man and crossed his legs as well. "My greetings to you. You are the sage of the pools?" Wrathion queried. "I am. And you are Wrathion, the one they call the Black Prince. Rumors that you were searching for me have trickled down even to my humble abode." The sage gestured to the simple wooden hut resting on four sturdy pillars above the pools. His clothing also showed signs of isolation, being rough and durable, and quite stained and worn in some spots. "Impressive. Yes, I am he. I have come because I have heard rumors you know where one of the lost tablets of the last great Emperor of Pandaria was hidden," Wrathion said matter-of-factly. The sage rubbed his black-furred cheek and studied the prince with narrowed eyes. "Indeed? Such strange rumors that fly about sometimes. Tell me, should I indeed know where such a tablet was, why should I give it to someone like you? Wouldn't it be hidden for a reason, hmm?" the pandaren said slyly. "Of course. And the reason is simple enough. There is change sweeping across Pandaria. Indeed across the whole world. Where once a humble sage such as yourself with a strong right hand and a calm soul would have been enough to safeguard ancient knowledge, there are now many very ruthless and unpleasant creatures on this fair continent against whom you would have no defense." "I see," the pandaren said, nodding for Wrathion to continue. "And I, despite my heritage, am fully devoted to the good of this world. I would care for this tablet like the treasure it truly is, and keep it from anyone who would use it to do harm," the dragon finished. "And if the one wishing to cause harm is yourself?" the pandaren said with a vaguely amused tone. "The only ones to whom I intend to bring destruction are the ones that conspire to ruin this world and destroy its people. If you have listened to the rumors, you know that I have never worked against Pandaria or its people," Wrathion concluded. There was silence for the space of a few breaths as the young black dragon and the old pandaren studied each other. Then the pandaren got to his feet, again with surprising agility, and walked over to his hut, climbing the thin ladder leading up like a squirrel. Wrathion waited alone by the pond, wondering if the old native believed him or not. Then the pandaren sage emerged once more from the doorway of the house, climbed back down and approached the pond. He was carrying an ornately decorated wooden chest reverently in both hands. It was quite large and bulky, and on its surfaces were carven pictures that illustrated ancient pandaren myths. Wrathion smiled and stood up, and bowed gracefully to the sage. "I am honored by your decision, wise one," he said while straightening up. "Just make sure that you are worthy of what is in this box," the pandaren said, holding the object out for Wrathion. The Black Prince accepted it, noting that it was not as heavy as he had feared. Kneeling down he had to keep his fingers from tearing the lid open. He was giddy with excitement that his search had borne fruit and his body tingled as he slowly placed the casket on the ground in front of him and leaned in. His hands trembled a little as he gripped the lid and opened it. "Finally!" he said. A pie rocketed out of the open chest and hit Wrathion square in the face. It wasn't a bad pie, but the dragon still recoiled as if struck by a cannonball. It tasted of bananas and cream, and little bits of it dripped from his elegant turban down onto his nose as the Black Prince cursed and wiped smushed pastry from his face. He was suddenly aware of the roaring laughter of the old pandaren, who was almost bent over from unleashed mirth. Wrathion was absolutely furious and jumped to his feet, jabbing a finger at the sage to give him a piece of his mind but then the Black Prince suddenly froze in mid-speech. His mouth fell open as the pandaren reached up to his neck and tugged at a hidden object there, and suddenly the sage's whole body deflated like a balloon and split open to reveal... "Anduin?" Wrathion shouted incredulously. "Sorry Wrathion, but there's no tablet, just some carefully placed rumors. And forgive me, but I must dash!" the giggling human prince said as he scooped up the pandaren suit and clothes and ran into the forest. "You-! I-!" Wrathion sputtered. The prince of Stormwind had gotten him good and evidently knew the secrets of the bodysuits, but there was still time for revenge. *** "And that's when we saw them, sir. A huge force of Mogu, marshalling in the bogs. They must be preparing to sneak into Kun'lai through the north-eastern passage now that the Shado-Pan are weakened from the recent incursions," the scout said, clutching the cool, moist pad to her forehead. Anduin grumbled. It seemed that just like with the continents of the old world the dangers in Pandaria never ceased. If the Mogu broke through an undefended position at this point the Alliance holdings in Kun'lai were threatened, and more importantly to Anduin, so were innocent lives. There was only one course of action with king Varian and the main force of the Alliance army elsewhere. "I will assemble a strike force and see what we can do," the prince said assertively. "You will stay and recover, a drawn map will suffice." The scout nodded and lay back on the healer's cot. Her torn uniform and dented armor was a sign of how much she had endured to bring this message back to the Alliance base. Anduin rose up from her cot and walked over to the guard keeping an eye on the prince. "Assemble as many Seventh Legion troopers as you can. We need healers and mages as well. I know lady Proudmoore is currently visiting, please contact her and request her aid. We need to depart as fast as possible." "Yes my prince," the soldier said and snapped to attention. Anduin and the officer left hurriedly, and the infirmary was once again quiet. Then the scout opened her brown eyes and giggled mischievously. *** Anduin felt as if his whole body was a piece of scar tissue when he returned to the Shrine of Seven Stars over a week later. His body was raw from days in the saddle, he was cold and wet from camping in the horrible sumprushes of Townlong Stepps for days and he was covered in more mosquito bites than he could count. Jaina Proudmoore rode after him, looking just about as unhappy with her elegant white and purple robes covered in mud. After them trailed the rest of the Alliance expedition, all looking just as glum. No injuries had been sustained during the trip, which was no surprise since there had been no enemies to fight. Not a single Mogu, no mantids, not even a band of marauding saurok. Just a miserable marsh that they had combed for days without any result. As Anduin slipped off his horse, grunting as his sore legs hit the ground, he once again wondered what had happened. Excusing himself and feeling extremely foolish for leading Jaina and the soldiers on a wild goose he strode up the wide stairs to the Shrine and into the infirmary. The pandaren woman who was on duty gasped and instantly tried to get him to lie down for treatment, but Anduin brushed off her concern quickly. "No, really, I'm just sore and tired. What I need to know is where that scout went who was taken in the week I left. Slender female human, brown hair and eyes?" Anduin said urgently. "Oh, I'm sorry prince Anduin, but she left right after you and your men did. She did leave you something, though," the red-furred pandaren girl said with a smile. She hurried off to one of the side rooms and soon returned with a sealed envelope that she handed to Anduin before curtseying and going back to treating the patients she already had. Anduin turned the non-descript brown envelope over in his hands and saw an elegantly written scribble on the front that read 'To the White Pawn" in thick black ink. Suddenly Anduin understood and he felt the annoyance bubble up inside him like a pool of lava. With surprising fury he tore the envelope open and his eyes darted across the folded note inside. "Dear Anduin. I'm afraid I gave you some erroneous information. I said Mogu but I meant mosquitoes. Sorry for the inconvenience! - Wrathion" Anduin crumpled the note up in his hand and grumbled. This was too much. Wrathion had gone much too far. There was no way Anduin would back down now, as tired and sore and wet as he was. He would not let this go unpunished. And he had an idea of how to do it. *** "Ah lady Proudmoore, how good of you to visit me," Wrathion said, smiling pleasantly. Jaina Proudmoore looked around Wrathion's tavern as Tong busied himself preparing drinks and snacks for the Black Prince and his visitor, while Wrathion gestured towards a table nearby and walked over to take a seat. Jaina followed him, her Kirin Tor robes rustling as she sat down. She was quite a beauty by human standards, Wrathion thought, and the sorcerous power she held was even more impressive. Of course he also knew what was -really- going on here, and thus smiled not just to be pleasant but out of his own satisfaction. He'd been waiting for the retaliation from Anduin for days, and now it was finally here. "Prince Wrathion, I've come to appeal to you to strengthen your ties with the Alliance. The Horde are still a force to be reckoned with, and if you could swear allegiance to king Wrynn and come to advice him in Stormwind, he would-" Wrathion waved his hand to interrupt the lady mage. "Out of the question, lady Proudmoore. My place is here for now, there is still much work to do. To stay in Stormwind would only hamstring the good I can do for the people of Azeroth," Wrathion responded calmly. Tong walked over to present Jaina and the prince with their drinks and a rather large circular cake and some snacks, placing the tray on the table. "Look, I know it might be an inconvenience for you, but we feel that if you fully join our cause you would be capable of more good, rather than less. You would have full access to the facilities and operatives of SI:7 for example," Jaina said while sipping from her goblet. "That is true. However I am quite happy with my current organization. I have eyes and ears in surprisingly many places, lady Proudmoore. Don't underestimate me." Jaina sighed as if she had expected this response. She picked up a cracker covered in some sort of local cheese and carefully tasted it, while Wrathion lifted the goblet to his lips and sipped from the wine. "It's not that I don't trust your kind, milady," Wrathion said. "It's just that once I take that step then my operation will be irrevocably changed. It will be incre-" he broke off into a rapid cough. "Prince Wrathion? Are you alright?" Jaina asked quirking an eyebrow as the dragon continued coughing, and suddenly reached for his chest. "Feel... weak... so weak... room spinning..." Wrathion gasped, standing up and grabbing the table for support. Jaina jumped to her feet and reached out to steady the Black Prince, but before she could grab hold of him he had another wracking coughing fit and tumbled to the floor, almost upending the table with him. He fell flat on his back and kept coughing, tearing at the elegantly sewn and embroidered shirt covering his chest while Jaina knelt down next to him. "Help! He needs help! I'm no healer!" Jaina called as she tried to figure out what was wrong with her host. There was a scurrying of feet as Wrathion's bodyguards Left and Right ran up, followed by Tong, but none of them seemed to know what to do. Wrathion spasmed and thrashed, tearing the front of his shirt open and revealing his lean brown-skinned chest. Suddenly, to the shock of everyone assembled around him, a bulge appeared in middle of Wrathion's chest. Jaina cried out in shock as Wrathion screamed and the bulge pushed and struggled from within. Suddenly, the chest of the Black Prince simply ripped open with a horrible tearing noise and a small shape darted out, shrieking wildly. Jaina screamed and tumbled back and Left and Right drew their weapons as the body of Wrathion sank back against the floor. "Surprise!" the small black dragon whelp shouted as he battered his small wings to keep aloft. "And now for my second trick! Time to show your real colors, 'lady Proudmoore'!" Wrathion's whelp form, no longer concealed in the bodysuit of himself he had carefully and secretly had made, darted down at Jaina. before she could react he had latched onto her back and his small, scale-covered front legs pawed at the neck of the human woman, brushing her hair aside roughly. "No need for fancy dress-up anymore, Anduin! Hallow's End is still months away!" Wrathion chirped as his small claws fumbled across Jaina's neck. The whelp searched and nuzzled and pawed the pale skin as Jaina screamed at him to get off and the two bodyguards and the pandaren innkeeper just stood there bewildered. Wrathion wondered why he couldn't find the seam on Anduin's suit and his small tongue lashed out to feel for the tell- tale imperfection that indicated the hidden pull. Suddenly a horrible sinking realization struck the dragon. This wasn't someone in a costume at all. Then he was slammed into the wall with great force and tumbled upside-down onto a table on the opposite side of the room. "I have -no- idea what you're playing at, Wrathion, but this is really too much!" Jaina shrieked, back on her feet and with arcane energy crackling at her fingers. "I come here as a guest and you... you assault me? And call me Anduin? Do I look like the prince of Stormwind?" Wrathion saw Left and Right approach him from his upside-down viewpoint, and then heard the door of the tavern open. "Surprise! I hope you liked the cake I prep-" a male voice said. "Oh. Oh no." Anduin stood in the doorway, a smirk quickly draining from his face as he surveyed the scene. Jaina stared at him with eyes that burned with badly concealed anger, and Wrathion just managed a weak wave as he was righted by his bodyguards. "You two are doing something, and it's really gone too far! You had better stop this nonsense before anyone else gets involved!" Jaina growled to the two, having quickly deduced that Anduin was far from innocent. "This is your last warning!" Then the archmage of Dalaran vanished in a flash of light and the two princes and Wrathion's servants were left shrugging and wondering what had just happened. "Would you believe a case of mistaken identity?" Wrathion said with a sigh. *** The incident with Jaina had curbed the prank war, but neither participant had completely given up yet. As the days passed and Jaina's fury went from a reality to a memory, both started to consider retaliation. They reasoned that Jaina had of course just been upset and not meant her words, and more importantly there was still the matter of the bet. At this point both princes considered the other part ahead of them due to interpreting the most recent incident in their own ways. Anduin considered Wrathion's bodysuit prank to have been a success, whereas Wrathion thought Anduin's boobytrapped cake had overtaken his mistaken assault on Jaina on the imaginary scoreboard. So both of them plotted and planned. Both princes contacted the mage who supplied the skinsuits and ordered a new, very specific disguise. They had now totally forgotten the Jaina incident, so intent were they on revenge on their opponent. As it so happened, the two heavy packages were delivered on the same day, one to Anduin's room at the Shrine of Seven Stars and the other to Wrathion's Tavern in the Mist base. The princes hungrily tore the packages open and studied the contents, now convinced that their final victory was at hand. Making some preparations, both Anduin and Wrathion snuck out of their respective sanctuaries carrying their heavy packages, with the human prince stopping under a crooked golden-leafed tree and Wrathion in a small copse of bamboo by a spring. Wrathion stripped down and studied his chosen costume. A slender costume dangled from his fingers, a mop of blonde hair attached to its head and the wide seam on the back inviting. Wrathion grinned and began slipping the costume on, relishing as the smooth and slightly warm pale skin rubbed against his own. It was like donning something of the finest, softest silk, yet the costume embraced and rubbed just a little to make the experience highly erotic. The flat crotch with a fully shaven slit covered Wrathion's member as he continued donning the suit. Pulling the glove-like arms on he continued working using the pale hands of the suit rather than his own, adjusting and prodding his lean form into that of the costume. Finally he grabbed the head with its long blonde hair and tugged it over his own, and closed the seam up. The pleasure was intense and Wrathion's figure winced and twitched as his gasps and moans became more feminine as the whole body of the Black Prince reformed inside it. A slender blood elf girl with back-length hair the color of ripe wheat and the distinctive green eyes of her races studied her reflection in the calm surface of a small puddle, and smiled with her ruby red lips. "This will be the end of this contest," she said in a purring, seductive voice. Anduin had also undressed quickly, folding his well-pressed outfit up carefully before starting to don the bodysuit his mage contact had supplied. His pale legs slid into the oddly hinged legs of the floppy suit while his groin fitted awkwardly inside the flat one of the costume. His manhood was a little stiff and formed an unseemly bulge on the otherwise smooth and creamy alabaster skin and the empty tail dangling from the rump got in the way constantly, but Anduin bit down and continued. A slender waist and chest equipped with two floppy, empty breast-sacks followed, and then the human prince's skinny arms went into the smooth-skinned ones of the skin. Grunting, Anduin tugged the mask up over his head, having difficulty aligning the face with his own considering the large empty horns that arched from the mask's temples. Finally managing, the prince began closing the seam and as he sealed the suit up under the fringe of purple-toned hair at his neck the change rippled through him, more intense and pleasant than ever before. Soon, a curvaceous draenei female stood underneath the tree, carefully hefting her now-real plump breasts in her hands. She grinned, her luminous eyes twinkling with dastardly amusement. *** "Yes, I wish to see the Black Prince," said the draenei girl, leaning over the counter to give Tong a good view of her luscious cleavage. "I'm sorry, but I can't-" the pandaren innkeeper began, before he was distracted by the front door slamming open. "Where is prince Anduin Wrynn? I wish to speak with him!" said a beautiful blonde blood elf woman who stood framed in the doorway. The draenei gasped. She had leaked some rumors that Anduin was coming over to meet Wrathion over a very important matter, hoping to get the Black Prince to believe Anduin was coming to settle the prank war peacefully. What business did the blood elf beauty have with her true self, the draenei wondered. The sindo'rei was dressed in a singlet which tapered into a loincloth between her bare upper legs, tall boots which reached to about halfway to her thighs and an ornate hooded cloak which was fastened to her back by a pair of elegant winged shoulderpads. Her whole outfit was dark blue and crimson, here and there enhanced by golden and green decorations. The draenei, by contrast was dressed in a blue and gold loincloth and matching top which revealed much of her soft white skin, matched by long sleeves which left her hands bare and tall golden boots with thigh- length stockings underneath. Her form was soft, curvy and inviting with large breasts and a pert ass. Her staff, tippled with a blue rune, rested against the counter next to her. Her tail twitched slightly and her facial tentacles quivered as the blood elf girl approached the bar with an imperious gait, barely giving the draenei a second glance. "I have heard prince Anduin is here. I wish to see him," the blood elf demanded again. "Now hold on a moment!" said Tong, fed up with this treatment. "You people can't just barge in here and demand to see someone or other! You want to see the Black Prince or his guests, make an appointment like anyone else!" "But I bear important news that-" the draenei began. "It's utterly important to the future of the war that I see the-" the blood elf said. "And I told you two you can't-" Tong began. "Oh, it's alright Tong. The ladies have clearly gone through a lot to be here," said a male voice from behind the backs of the draenei and elf. They both spun around and their jaws fell open simultaneously. Walking down the small stairway leading up to the second floor of the inn where Wrathion had his personal room was Wrathion, smiling pleasantly. He was not wearing his turban, neither was he wearing a shirt, and the draenei suddenly swallowed despite herself. As if that shock wasn't enough, he was followed down the stairs by a smiling, slightly disheveled Anduin Wrynn, smiling contently. "What, but..." the draenei gasped. "What trickery is this, Anduin?" the blood elf shouted. The two princes casually strolled over to Wrathion's usual table and sat down very close together, with Wrathion casually reaching over to ruffle the hair of the human boy. The draenei and blood elf rushed over to the table, shouting a barrage of half-formed questions and accusations. "Who are you? How did you get that?" "This is too much, Anduin! In my own tavern!" "Stop touching him like that, he's not me!" "What in the name of the Burning Nether possessed you to do this?" The two princes seemed unmoved by the two upset females, and soon Tong brought over some drinks for his master and his guest. "Ladies, please. You're not making any sense, and it's much too early for this much talk," Wrathion said, smiling. "Don't you agree, White Pawn?" "Mmmhmm," Anduin said with a dopey smile as he sipped his juice. "Besides I'm not sure we should be talking with two girls dressed like that." There was another outbreak of upset shouting from the two disguised princes, and both were now glancing more and more at their doubles and each other. Suspicion was slowly dawning. "Oh this is ridiculous. You're not Wrathion, I am!" said the blood elf and reached up to her neck. "You're Wrathion?" the draenei chuckled. "Well I'm Anduin! The real Anduin!" The blood elf and draenei both reached up to their necks with smug grins, having had enough with the two imposters. The Wrathion and Anduin doubles just smiled and seemed vaguely confused by the accusations of the two women. Instead they just pulled closer, with Anduin wrapping his arm around the dragon in humanoid form and gently brushing across his taut chest. At this the blood elf and draenei sputtered and continued scrabbling around frantically at their necks. Neither could find the catch of a seam there. "Is something wrong, ladies?" Wrathion asked. "Do you need help?" "You... I... I'm Wrathion! What's going on?" the blood elf sputtered in disbelief. "I'm sure you are, my dear," Anduin said. "And your friend there is me, right?" "That's right!" the draenei said, still hopelessly trying to find the signs of the seam with her slender fingers. The two princes (or their imposters) laughed and sipped some more from their glasses, studying the two women. Finally Wrathion spoke. "Well, as amusing as this little act has been, I'm going to have to ask you ladies to leave now. We have important business to discuss, don't we Anduin?" "Indeed. I bid you two good day," said the human, chuckling. The draenei and blood elf began screaming loudly, proclaiming the two princes to be bodysnatching fiends and worse, and caused quite a scene before Wrathion clapped his hands and four muscular operatives of the Black Prince entered. Kicking and screaming, the blood elf and draenei were dragged out of the tavern and deposited at the bottom of the stairs before the door slammed and locked. They both sat there, staring in utter disbelief. Inside, Wrathion leaned in to plant a quick kiss on Anduin's cheek. "Well, it seems the prank war ends in a truce then," he said with a chuckle. "The best kind of truce," said Anduin and nodded. "Let's just hope those girls get home safely." "Oh I'm sure they will. They're very resourceful after all," said Wrathion. Their laughter echoed through the windows of the inn to the still- confused blood elf and draenei outside.