The Different Prince

Sunburst was his name apparently. That stallion Lyra seemed infatuated with. He was very friendly. I half expected him to be a gelding, but such wasn't the case. He was apparently a gift from a town called Sire's Hollow as a stallion to push carts around the palace library, since he seemed to love the smell of paper or something. He also seemed to have a soft spot for my wetnurse.

We had our own private car on the train. with plenty of room for both me and Pound to play around. As well as ample space for the luggage, and an entire bed, upon which lay Lyra, snuggled up against her stallion, who'd passed out after eating a bowl of treats. Yes, her's, as in ownership transferred from Cadance to her. I wondered... did ponies really have weddings? I would assume possibly the nobility. But, Twilight and her herd didn't.

So many questions. I climbed atop a suitcase and peered out the window, watching the world go by. Pound, who had gotten hungry, ate some snacks Lyra had gotten for him. He was nearly eight years old, he needed more than just milk. But milk just seemed a staple food.

It was a staple back in my other universe too. Guess they just cut out the middleman here.

The snow covered mountains stuck up like the jagged teeth of the world. Today wasn't so cloudy. The inside of the train was remarkably quiet too. Save for that ridiculous humming noise in the background.

A knock at the door bid Lyra to get up from her comfortable position.

"Yes?" she asked in an irritated fashion. On the other side was a red unicorn mare in a conductor uniform.

"Afternoon, ma'am," the mare began. "We are still six hours out from Canterlot, and a message has arrived for you." She reached into a pocket. Then she became alarmed and dug deeper. "I-it was here a moment ago. Drat. Did I drop it again?"

Lyra sighed and stepped out the door. "Here, let me help you look for it."

The door closed behind them, leaving me to my own devices. Namely, stealing that warm spot she had just left. Sunburst was a very placid stallion, he barely noticed when I laid down beside him. A moment later, Lyra came back inside, letter in hand. She set in on a shelf and at on the edge of the bed.

"Ugh," she looked back at me, her sweet smile making me warmer. "Prince... I know you've been though a lot, but. Would it be alright... can I hear you say something? Even if it's 'no'?"

I looked at her funny. This was the first time she gad asked. She seemed a bit worried. Was their something in that letter? WAs she no longer going to be my wetnurse. I would be devastated if mother tried to do such a thing. I got up and trotted up to her, laying a hoof on her lap. I smiled up at her.

"Just once," I managed, weakly. She gasped. I even surprised myself. Unlike the first time, this one didn't hurt. Though, it was untrained and raspy. I became quiet again and snuggled against her side. She stroked my mane.

"Oh, my dear prince," she finally said. "I can't believe it. Though, you sounded fairly thirsty."

You know, she was right. I began nosing at the front of her dress until she dropped a side and pulled me close. I shifted myself to curl up on her lap as I coaxed the first drop from her nipple. I froze as soon as it hit my tongue. That was not Lyra's milk.

I realized too late the now glaring differences. My wetnurse would never get fired, because she was the greatest wetnurse in the world. If there really was something wrong, she'd have told me. Because she's the best. That, and her boobs were much softer than this imposter's.

A barked out in alarm to sunburst and Pound, but they didn't wake up. The treats. Someone had drugged their treats, knowing I was too young for them. Before I could do much else, the rest of the dress came off, tangling me up inside it. Now I was being coltnapped by a nude mare on a train in the mountains. That'd make a great movie were I not part of it.

My voice was muffled as she picked me up. A shift in the clothes let me see what was happening. She opened the window and climbed out onto the side of the train. Out here it was loud, and guaranteed that no one would hear my voice. I struggled all I could, but what could you expect from a colt only a year old?

On top of the train she just stood there in place. I wondered for a moment, then I saw it. Something was flying towards us. When it got closer, I saw that it was a griffon, the next instant she had snatched us up and we were flying away, they wouldn't even know we were gone until we were out of sight.

Shit.

"You're not going anywhere."

Now that was Lyra. And now I knew where the mare had gotten the dress.

Standing nude where the other mare had stood a moment ago, the incredibly angry wetnurse stretched out an arm. Her horn lighting up and golden magic swirled around her outstretched arm in ever widening spirals. In an instant, My kidnappers and I were wrapped in her aura and being dragged back at a rapid pace.

An instant later, I was back in the real Lyra's arms, and the griffon and mare were levitating in front of us.

"Who are you?" the mare asked, the mint melting away to reveal red fur. Apparently not a changeling, probably just some disguise spell. "You're just a wetnurse."

"I'm the royal wetnurse," Lyra corrected her angrily and she cuddled me protectively. "Did you think Celestia would hire just anybody to suckle the only male alicorn in existence?"

I honestly didn't know what to think. She was just so amazing all of a sudden. Even more than I had ever thought.

"He's an abomination," the griffon hen objected. "If you were smart, you'd have strangled him in the crib."

Lyra did not like that. The two thugs screamed as she capped them with lightning. "You may think what you want, but, I suggest you practice loosening your tongues before Celestia speaks with you both in Canterlot."

The two thugs fell to the roof of the train, still twitching and screaming as Lyra tied them up with her dress, leaving them there as she took me down to our car. "They won't be going anywhere, Gold. I'm sorry I failed you."

I hugged that silly mare with the gratefulness of a thousand newly adopted orphans.