The Different Prince

I could only stare wide-eyed at the decorations and surrounding ponies. Mother had thrown me a party. She was a little concerned when I started crying, but it didn't last. My human mother didn't throw me a party. This was so wonderful.

Streamers, food and dinks, colored lights, music, weird aliens in beautiful clothing. Yes, I'm called them aliens. It's what they are, and I ought to know. It's been what? A week? Two weeks? Who cares. And in the center of it all was a triple layer cake, like a wedding cake, only themed with a steam train and topped with a hot-air balloon. If I ever met the baker, would give her a kiss.

"How about for you?" I suddenly found myself being kissed by a pink mare in a candy-themed dress. She gave me a wink. "And how is the crown prince of Equestria?"

"Hello Pinkie Pie," mother greeted her as she chuckled. "Thank you so much for filling the large order so short a time."

The funny mare threw a mock salute. "No prob', Princess. It was the least I could do for a such a special little guy. Also, she's to nervous to say anything, but Mrs. Cake's thankful you invited her and her husband to Gold Coast's party."

Mother rolled her eyes. "Am I so unapproachable? I would like to have my son meet her's. He needs to have friends his age."

"I shall pass it along," the pink mare says as she bounds off.

I liked her. I kind of wanted to see more of her. How would she look in a Japanese schoolgirl outfit? Where di that come from?

Mother shifts me to the other arm and tickles my stomach. I laugh.

"Come on, Coast. Let's go see your presents."

Presents? I hadn't even thought of that. I was royalty now. Of course there would be presents. Now, I did get presents on birthdays and Christmas. So, my mother wasn't a total hag. But, still, just knowing I had some waiting for me made me feel... I can't process or label these emotions. It's almost too much.

"Oh dear, are you crying again?" mother asks as she looks down at me with concern. She wipes away tiny droplet with her fingers. "Are you hungry?"

Without another word, she dropped a side of her beautiful indigo and ruby dress to give me access. I needed no second bidding. She sighed happily.

"Oh, to be young, without a care in the world," she smiled as she continued walking. No one even batted an eye. I would imagine public breastfeeding to be common place in a world like this. I had learned that it was the females of this world that were intelligent, the males were primitive treated more like pets. Though, they were still called husbands, so it must be a deeper bond than the surface would dictate.

What about me? Did all males think like me? Was I super smart in this world? Wasn't super smart in my old world. What would they think I ever learned how to talk? I paused in thought.

"Oh, you done?" mother asked as I let go of her nipple. She made to lift the dress back up, but I quickly threw my hooves about the soft breast and looked up at her pleadingly. She laughed. "Oh, you like mommy's breast? Okay, I'll let you have your fun."

I was relieved. I loved these things. Ladies were like if a playground and an orchestra got together and gave birth to a moving painting. I hope that describes my feelings on the matter. I nuzzled the white velvety fur to her pleasure. And mine.

The presents... how to describe it... they were stacked like a Christmas tree. Not just to say that it was a large stack in the shape of a cone, color-coordinated to look like a Christmas tree. Not that they could possibly know what a Christmas tree was. Right? Did they have something like Christmas here?

I left off snuggling mom's boob to gape at the colorful packages of various sizes. Whoever did this was a genius. And also probably that purple maned white mare off to the side admiring it.

"Greetings Rarity," mother greeted her. She looked surprised, but calmed down at the sight of who was speaking.

"Oh, your majesty, you startled me. I was just putting the finishing touches to your son's gift display." She gestured to the presents with a elegant flare of her arm. "I felt a Hearth's Warming tree fit the occasion. After all, he is another miracle."

Mother swelled proudly. "Indeed he is. I'm so glad my little ponies all seem to think so as well. I expect him to be a stallion."

Rarity nodded, straightening her russet and yellow gown as she leaned in close and nuzzled me. "An Alicorn is greatness personified, your highness. Why, I imagine you have letters from nobles all over asking if you would consider their daughters to be his wives."

Celestia chuckled. "Like you wouldn't believe. These inbred fools believe themselves so important. No, I hope to build ties with the Yaks and Seaponies. I'm sure Gold Coast would adore such exotic ladies."

Woah. Future already being decided for me. Well, it's kind of to be expected. Considering what a loser I was in my last life, it'd be nice to have some ladies of my own.

"Oh, your majesty, your... uh, dress is down," The unicorn mare pointed out.

Mother looked and nodded. "Yes. He was feeding and, when I went to pull it back up, he... stopped me."

Rarity giggled. "Oh. I see. You're a little grabber aren't you?"

She leaned forward and nuzzled my forehead. I got a great view of her cleavage. You know what? I'm going for it.

"Eep," Rarity made a quiet sound of surprise as I hooked the front of her dress with a hoof and made a show of pulling on it. She then burst out laughing, along with mother. "Oh, I'm sorry, Golden, there's no milk in there."

I persisted. Who cares about your milk? I'm milking this predicament of mine as much as I much as I can.

"Oh, fine," the mare sighed as she reached up and pulled down the front of her dress to reveal a lacey piece of lingerie. White with strands of pink. Nice. Then she pulled that down too to let her boobs free. Such a creamy color, and plump, just like mothers. But... the nipples were purple, like her mane. Was that natural? Then she began squeezing her breasts. "See, little pumpkin? Nothing comes out. You would simply be disappointed."

No, lady, I am not disappointed. She really just did that. I couldn't believe it. It was much better than expected. I reached out and laid a hoof on one of them.

Mother sighed. "I don't think he's dissuaded, Rarity."

"Little colt knows what beauty is," she said with a smile as she gave your hoof a kiss before pulling her bra and dress back up. "If he keeps this up, you can expect a whole slew of grandchildren."

Mother smiled at that. "Well, we can only hope."

Rarity smiled as I went back to nuzzle mother's bosom. "Perhaps the young prince could have one present early for being so sweet?"

"I think that would be alright," Mother chuckled. Rarity turned and grabbed a small box from the magnificent display and handed it to me.

"I think this will hold him over for now," she smiled as I took it in my own hooves. "Does he even know what it is? Perhaps you should help him open it?"

It was then that mother used her magic trick. I had seen it a couple of times, her horn lit up with a golden glow, and the present was wrapped in the same aura. The paper was peeled away like a sock, and the box opened to reveal...

"It's... empty?" mother asked, taking it from me and peering inside. "That's odd. Is it a joke, or something I'm not getting? Who's it from?"

She looked at the take and her brow tabled. "The Canterlot Tiny Box Company wishes to present Prince Gold Coast with a new line of Tiny Boxes in which to keep his treasures."

She peeled off the rest of the paper to see a golden logo of a box within a box within another box. "Made with 100% driftwood from Zebracan shores."

"Well, He'll love the box anyway," Rarity chuckled. Mother shrugged. "I suppose, here you go, have fun."

It was an amazing box. Was it cut from a single piece of wood or something? I couldn't even see any seams. Except for the lid. Though... what kind of treasures would I put in it? So I wouldn't lose it a set it between mom's boobs where it would be safe. She sighed wearily but allowed it.

Then the pink one came back. "Yo, Princess, I brought the Cakes."

Cake? I looked about excitedly. Other than the big on in the center of the room, I saw nothing. Why would she be this cruel?

"Good evening, Mrs. Cake," Mother greeted the chubby blue mare that trundled behind Pinkie. Oh, not a cake-cake, a Cake-Cake. Which makes me think, was the cake made by a Cake making it a Cake-cake?

The mare nervously bowed. "Your majesty. P-Pinkie said you wished to speak with me."

Mother chuckled. "I wished to thank you. You must have worked hard together."

Mrs. Cake blushed and nodded. "Oh, yes. We made sure everything was perfect, including treats from the allied nations that we were told would be attending."

Mother nodded. "The evening is still young. The delegates will be here soon to meet the new prince. Don't be so nervous. No one would dare criticize someone I hired to cook."

"Mama, can I see the prince?"

Everyone turned to see a unicorn filly, a little yellow think with a blue bow in her hair and wearing a simple blue dress. She hugged the hem of Mrs. Cake's dress. Ah, a daughter, perhaps?

"Oh, hello there," Mother laughed as she knelt down. Being so tall, she couldn't quite get down to eye level with the filly. "you must Pumpkin Cake."

The filly gasped. "Y-you know me?"

"I know of you," mother continued with her kind smile. "Pinkie has told me so much about you."

"She has?"

"Well of course," Pinkie said throwing her hands in the air as she knelt down and gave the filly a big hug and kiss. "I've known you since you were born. As if I wouldn't tell everyone in Equestria about such a sweet filly."

"Eee," the filly cried in delight, "stop Auntie Pinkie, that tickles."

The next thing I knew was that I was placed into the arms of said filly. She was wide eyed in shock as looked down at me. I looked up just in time to see mother remove the box from between her breasts and make it disappear in a flash of light. Well, I hope she made it reappear later.

"Careful," Rarity said with a chuckle. "He can be a little.. inquisitive."

As if. I'm no pedophile. She is safe from me. Her mom on the other hand... come closer.

"He's big," Pumpkin said just before falling back on her rump. "Oof."

They adults laughed uproariously. Just to help her recover from that embarrassment, I nuzzled her cheek. The adults daaaawed in unison. Oh well.

"He is quite large," mother nodded and she took a moment to stroke my mane. "Took a long time to give birth. Thankfully, we alicorns heal fast, else I might still have ben in the hospital."

Then I felt something sniffing at the back of my head. I turned to see another colt, a Pegasus looking me over. He was slightly bigger than me.

"Oh, is that Pound," Mother asked a careful expression on her face. "I heard we was a little aggressive."

"Oh, not anymore," Mrs. Cake said with a wave of her hand to dispel mother's fear. "I had him wethered after he started acting out. He's been perfectly fine ever since."

"I see," mother said, seeming a little relieved. Wethered? Was that like a distemper shot or something?

"Yep," Pinkie blurted out gleefully as she hugged the colt. "Applejack came over with a burdizzo and, after a couple little pinches, he's a much easier colt to handle."

That was a curious phrasing, I thought. But, back to the colt, I kind of wanted to play with him. Mother was right earlier, I did want some friends like me.

"Well, we also thought," Mrs. Cake went on, looking a little nervous, "since we have so little money. Perhaps the prince could... that is..."

"You wish to gift Gold Coast your son?" mother asked, a little surprised.

The mare blushed. "Er. That is... yes. Your majesty. I don't know what I was thinking... I mean..."

"It's a wonderful gift, Mrs. Cake," mother smiled as she laid a hand on the mare's shoulder. "I think Gold Coast would love to have another colt to run about the palace with. I will, of course, pay you for him."

"Oh no, he's a gift," Mrs. Cake said earnestly. But, mother wasn't hearing it.

"Nonsense," she said s she made a purse appear. She promptly dropped it into the mare's hands. This should be more than enough. A pegasus is the perfect for Gold Coast. He'll soon be flying himself, you know."

I really didn't know what to think. Was this slavery? Pet adoption? Regular adoption? I'm opposed to the first. But, there's nothing I can do in my currant state.

"Well, I'll let you have him for the rest of the evening," mother told Mrs. Cake as she took me back from Pumpkin. "That way you can say a proper good bye. Just find me when you're ready to leave."

"Oh, thank you thank you," the mare said, bowing absurdly. Mother chuckled. For now, I will take the prince to meet some for of the guests.