The Different Prince

"Is something wrong Coast?" mother asked me.

My vision was much clearer after a nap. And mother was... something else. Beautiful to be sure. But... something else. She was a horse//lady... only she didn't quite look like a horse. Her face was very human and inviting. Her hair was like a magical waterfall of colors. Not a rainbow, but something all together incredible. Her fur was white and soft of velvet, and her hands, for she had other humanlike features, were gentle as the most luxurious silk as she cradled me against her breasts.

And her breasts, plump orbs, soft and inviting to gaze upon. There was a study once, that staring at breasts improved your health. I always believed it, but, now more than ever as they were laid bare before me. The prominent pink nipples were so smooth, the areolas a slightly dark shade, making them stand out even more. I was in awe of her magnificence.

She laughed. "Please, Coast. You are far too young to be ogling mares. C'mon mommy made you nice meal, it's rude to not eat."

I let instinct take over. I opened my mouth and took in the fat nipple. After a few moments of coaxing, I tasted my first drop of milk. Sweet like vanilla. I relaxed as he sighed contentedly and leaned back, humming some sort of lullaby. "Mommy has plenty, my little colt. No need to be so sparing."

I couldn't help but take my time. While I definitely too young to experience lust, I still remembered how much I loved big boobs. Shut up, A man's entitled to his dreams. This was bliss.

I didn't even hear the door open as I politely suckled. It wasn't until I felt something warm wet and sticky crawl up the back of my head like a demented blanket. I let go of mother's breast and turned to see a mass of red. Looking up I saw a face topped with yellow hair. Whole crap, he was a mountain.

Well, I assumed it was a he. Unless she's one ugly lady.

Mother reaches out a hand strokes the red giant's cheek in a loving fashion. "Hello Big Mac. Come to see your son?"

He didn't say anything, instead he jus started sniffing me. And then licked me again. I made a disgruntled sound. Mother laughed. "Here, why don't I just set him down so you can have a better look?"

Awe, did I have to leave the breast? Oh well. It's not like I won't be fed again. Still...

She set me upon the carpeted floor before the red beast, and it was then that I got a good look at him. The first thing I noticed was that he had four hooves. Looking back at mother, I saw that she had hooves where her feet should be and hand at the end of her arms. Good grief, she was completely naked. I looked back at who I assumed was my father.

Yep. Father. No mommy has those parts. It was then that I decided to take a good look at myself. I had four hooves too. Was this some sort of bizarre alien sexual dimorphism? It became even strange when I realized he hadn't said a word, and was behaving suspiciously like a pet. Unless they had a special relationship.

I looked back at mother. She was laying down on the ground beside me. It was then that I saw she had a tail. Well, at least it would help balance her out with those bazongas. It was just like her mane too. She smiled at as she rested her bosum upon the floor.

"My, you seem curious already, Coast. Do you want to go exploring?"

She was also in good shape for a lady who had just given birth... how long ago was it? How long had I been asleep.

"Are you ready to walk?"

That took me by surprise. Walk? Was I really like a little horse? Come to think of it, I was able to move my head a lot for someone so young. I looked down at my hooves for a long moment. Then I pressed one against the ground and pushed.

Next thing I knew, I was lying on my back. Mother laughing. "Almost there, Coast. Try again, c'mon."

The big red guy knelt down and pushed my back over with his nose. He was very gentle, yet I could feel the power resonating off of him. He managed to get me onto my stomach with all fours hooves beneath me. I looked to him, he was smiling, then I looked to mother, she had an eager expression on her face.

I closed my eyes an concentrated. Slowly. Oh so very slowly, I pushed myself up off of the ground and into a standing position of sorts. It was a little awkward and disjointed, perhaps even crooked, but I held fast and steady.

Mother gasped an cheered. "Only two tries. That's amazing, Coast."

I kind of felt like crying. My human mother had never been proud of me. Really wish she had received the Jew gold instead of me. But, no, my monster of a grandfather had to pick the loser of the family. I though I was being smug when I didn't let them have a piece of it after he died. Hell, they probably hired the mob to hunt me down for that cursed stuff.

Then I fell over. Mother laughed, and father snorted in what must have been amusement. I wanted to laugh too. This was amazing.

"Maybe you just need something in your tummy," mother cooed as she sat up and crossed her legs. "Can you at least try to walk this way a little, Coast?"

She gestures for me to come to her like I'm a dog. I start to paint a better picture of my new life. Who cares. Boobies. I try to get back onto my hooves, but that takes a moment. Eventually, my father grunts and grabs me by the nape of the neck.

Instantly, I recall a documentary I watched back home about a herd of horses. Where the foal couldn't stand up, so the stallion of the herd grabbed it by the back of the neck and slammed it against the ground until it was dead. I shrieked as that thought ran through me.

Next thing I knew, I was buried between mother's breasts. She wraps her arms around you. "goodness. I've never heard such a sound. Did you father scare you, Coast? He was just trying to help. You're sorry you scared him, aren't you dear?"

I look back at the red stallion, who looked equally terrified. He crouches down to make himself look smaller and creeps forward to lick my back. I stare at him wide eyed for a minute before pressing my face into mother's breasts again. She sighs.

"I'm sorry, Macintosh," she says. "You should have thought ahead."

I feel kind of sorry for the guy as he collapses onto the carpet in a sulk. Mother tussles his mane.

"There there, he'll come around in a while, let him have some more milk."

I found myself cradled once again and latched onto her nipple as I drank with more energy.