The Different Prince

It was kind of sad seeing Corner Stone return to her home with her wheels. She had been displaced in time and things were so different. She had lovingly carved those stones in hopes to make herself useful, then was rejected at every turn. We offered to buy something for her, but, as she put it, It would not be the same.

Anyway, we had to leave her to mope, a maid taking my trunk of school supplies, and Lyra led me to my mother's bedroom. Once there I found Mother had a guest.

Lyra left to attend things for a bit.

"Oh, hello, Gold, darling," Rarity said, coming up and giving me a hug. "I heard about the assassins in the market... how horrible. It's so good that your safe."

I hugged her back and looked at mom. "So... um... what's up?"

"Your uniform, dear," mother said with a proud smile. "As the first male ever in my school, we need to ensure you look your very best."

"And the best he shall be!" Rarity declared with a burst of magic, throwing clothes over me and levitating a full-length mirror before my face. "Voila! What do you think?"

My resulting shriek of horror caused the mirror to fall from her grasp and shatter on the stone floor.

"What have you done?" I cried.

I was in a dress. A frilly purple monstrosity with a bug red bow about my waste, and a pointy had covered in flowers. All of manhood sapped away in an instant.

"Do you not like the color?" Rarity asked, somewhat calmer than my mother. I guess she was used to disappointed customers.

"Get this thing off me," I shouted as I struggled to pull it off. My back hoof got caught on the hem of the dress, and I found myself rolling head over heels until I was a tangled up mess.

"Stallions and long dresses do not mix," Rarity said as she wrote in her notebook.

"Any dresses!" I said as I was aided by a pair of guards.

Mother, taking a few deep breathes to calm herself/keep from laughing, stepped forward and looked over the ruined commission.

"Hmm, and I thought purple was an excellent color."

I scowled as I forcibly freed myself from that frightful farce. Rarity seemed somewhat put out.

"Hmph, what would a stallion know of fashion?" She stuck her nose in the air.

"As the only stallion capable of speech, I know more of what stallions would like than anyone else," I retorted with a snort.

She was about to respond, but seemed to realize I was right.

"Still, you have been more gentle with my hard work," she took to pouting. Then, with a sigh, she looked at me. "Fine, how would you design it?"

"Gray, and with no frills, no flowers, and no feathers," I said, recalling wizards from books I read long ago. "Maybe a colorful scarf with the school's crest on it. With pockets to store things in."

Alas, it was a truth in this world. Ladies clothes seldom had pockets, and purse makers were wealthy.

"Shall I embroider "WIZARD" upon the hat as a label so o one forgets?" She snarked.

"WIZZARD, with two Zs," I returned with all the sass I could muster.

"Why not "DUNCE"?"

"T'would be much too obvious."

Mother, for her part, had lost control and begun laughing uproariously at us both.

"Enough," she managed to say between laughs. "Rarity, please just humor the prince," perhaps he may surprise us both. "And Gold, remember your station. You are the heir of Equestria after all."

More like producer of heirs, I thought to myself. But I nodded, "alright, mother."

Rarity gathered the remains of her creation and gave them a despairing look. "As you say, your majesties. I shall take the Prince's wishes to task. I should be back in a week at the latest."

With that, she left.

Mother came up and hugged me to her chest. "Well, I can see you are taking going to school seriously, at least. Also, about the recent assassination attempt..."

"More guards?" I asked.

"More guards," she nodded.

It would be useless to argue. Instead, I began nuzzling at the front of her dress. She chuckled and undid a couple buttons, letting lose the great captives.

"Always hungry," she smirked as I latched onto a nipple and began suckling. "Sometimes I think you don't even eat solid food at all."

Well, of course I ate plenty of fruits and veggies, milk was just my favorite treat. And it was healthy. I could be sneaking cookies and cake like she does, but I much preferred the teat.

Honestly, she drove her dietitian up the wall with all her cheat days.

I switched breasts, then sat back and licked my lips contentedly. "Thank you, mother."

"Any time," she smiled as she cleaned her breasts and imprisoned them once again in her dress.

"Now run along to your wetnurses. I have matters of state to tend to. And more paper work to comb through in order to even get you into school."

"Are they refusing me entry?" I asked. I had a feeling someone might raise a stink.

This world was just like that.

"They are all but prematurely accusing you of molesting the other students due you being male," she sighed.

I recoiled. "Wh-what? But..."

"I know," she waved her hands in despair. "You are a noble noble. And, despite my attempts, only a little spoiled."

"I see," muttered me. I looked this way and that for an answer. The milk in my stomach seeming somewhat sour now.

"I even have notes from parents saying they will pull their daughters from the school if a stallion dares set hoof in the classrooms," she went on. Honestly, I had gotten the message. "That they feel the fillies will be constantly in danger of..."

"I get it," I moaned. And i thought Rarity was dramatic. Maybe that's just practice to fit into high society.

"Suffice to say, as a stallion, you are making some uneasy waves.

A thought came to me then.

"Then...," I started, thinking it was a bad idea already, but it may be the only way, "... what if it wasn't a stallion seeking entry?"

Mother gave me an odd look. "Whatever do you mean?"

I bit my lip nervousely and paused a moment.

"Welll... seeing as I regenerate, mother... what if I were gelded?"