The Different Prince

Thinking back on that party, there were no candles on the cake. Probably because they didn't want a colt potentially playing with fire. Not sure what I would have wished for anyway. To make all males anthropomorphic like the females? Though I would have to think it in my head. Not sure how that would have gone over if it ever came true. Do birthday wishes come true in this weird world?

The cakes was nice though. Vanilla with spots of lemon and apple, and the creamiest frosting I had ever tasted. Kind of salty, just like the seapony milk tasted that night... wait... no way. Was the frosting made with... do they do that? Milk themselves? Like cows? I need answers, damn this body.

I so wanted to watch.

Anyway, that's not really what today should be about, I mean, that was weeks ago. No, now it was time for... er… well, if you've read the first chapter, you would know, I'll let dialogue speak for me.

"I'm so glad you decided to come with," mother greeted her extended family with a mighty hug. Aunt Applejack and Applebloom both returned the embrace. Hmm, Granny wasn't present. too bad. I liked her. She was sweet thi9ng, and her stories were a great way to fall asleep.

And, in case your wondering, yes, I did get at Applejack's breasts. They weren't huge, and they weren't small, but that had a firmness to them that told me she worked a lot. She would make a great momma some day too.

Applejack chuckled as she removed her hat and rubbed the back of her head. "Well. This is somethin' we felt we ought to see... weren't exactly sure on the details. Kind of hoped we could learn a thing or two. Granny just wanted to stay back at the farm to fix dinner for when we got back. She has Big Mac helpin' her, she'll be fine."

Mother smiled as she let them go. "He is such a good stallion. I'm glad I came across him when I did. Who knows how many mares were waiting to pounce."

Applejack laughed. "More than once in the later years we had to chase a couple off the property. Trickin' a stallion into given 'em a foal... how low can some ponies get?"

"A couple of them already had husbands," Applebloom put in her two cents.

Mother frowned. "Mares certainly have gotten much more depraved. You must always remain loyal to the stallion of your life. It makes for a lot less heartache." She began pushing the stroller again, the two mares falling in beside her.

From my position in the stroller, it was built sort of like a cage on wheels so I could move around without leaving my family's sight, I watched ponies stare in awe of mother. A few threw a few smiles in my direction. And a few sneers. Egad. What did I do? Was that maid I groped your sister of something? She liked it. She lets me do it everyday.

Probably just jealous. I'd pay them no mind.

Oh, yah. We were in a place called Ponyville. It was sweet. Ponies everywhere, and the air was crisp and heavy with the scent of fragrant flowers and grass. Grass. I wanted to run on it. I had been couped up in that stupid palace for over a month. I had never even been in the gardens.

"So, er, how does this circum-thingy thing work, Celestia?" Applejack asked. She could call mom by her first name because she was family.

Mother sighed as she leaned over to check on me. I smiled and flapped my wings. I had learned that recently. Playing with Pound in the palace had helped me improve a lot of these horse skills. Mother was thrilled. Pound was so fun. He was practically family now. Mother even let him at her breasts whenever he seemed to be getting homesick.

"It was just something instituted ages and ages ago," she began with a far away look in her eye. "My first husband, Thistle Trample, the Master rest his beloved soul, we a unicorn of average size that I had fallen in love with. Well, after a while in our lovemakings, I began to sense that he just couldn't... that is not to say his eagerness displeased me. He was the only stallion for me as long as he lived... he just couldn't get... deep enough."

"Deep enough?" Applebloom asked, tilting her head to the side.

Applejack leaned down and whispered in her ear. The filly's eyes widened. "Ooooh. His penis was too small?"

Mother almost lost it. Her cheeks bulged out as she tried to suppress the laughter.

When she finally managed to get herself under control, she nodded. "Yes Applebloom. That's pretty much how it was. As an alicorn I am much large than the average mare, as you can tell. So it takes a little bit extra to... fill me."

"Is big Mac's dick too small too?"

Both mother and Applejack just about keeled over. I wasn't faring too well myself. If this kid wasn't so innocent looking while she said that the guard escort that kept a watchful eye from a distance might thought she were attacking us. Oh, did I forget to mention them? Yeah they're there. In the alleys, crowd, and clouds.

Clouds. How?

"Heaven's above, child," mother laughed. "I did originally want to circumcise your brother, but the other nobility demanded that be a procedure reserved only for nobility entering royalty. Because he was a quote 'lowly mud pony' he didn't deserve such an honor. If he wasn't one of the few stallions who could... reach all the way, I would have told them off exposed half the sorted family history of the lot of them to the press. Starting with the Equestrian Intruder."

Applejack grinned pridefully. "We Apples have never had a complaint about our studs."

Applebloom, however, was looking at me oddly. ""Uh, Princess... I mean, Celestia… Gold sounded like he was laughing just a bit ago like you two were."

The adults looked at me a second, then back at the filly.

"You must have been hearing things," mother told her. Then she continued her explanation. "So, I arranged for the palace physician to cut away Thistle Trample's sheath... poor dear was a mite uncomfortable for a couple days... but, once healed, he was able to penetrate much deeper within me. When he passed, I waited century before mating again, to Rock Turner, a delightful pegasus stud... same problem. It kept happening until it became known as tradition and pretty much expected for all future suitors, so much so that it extended to our sons, Luna's and mine."

Applejack nodded. "I see. Though... how many husbands have you had?"

Mother stopped for a minute. "Eighty... seven... no six... three? Darn it. I can see all their faces so clearly. I remember all their names, favorite foods... how many years the lived... how many children each gave me..."

Gee, was that a tear? Goodness. Mother had lived a... sad life. No... not sad. Not happy. Hmmm. Oh. That's it. A meaningful life. You know, I never even stopped to think about that. I was no where near her first child, yet she treated me as though I was the most precious thing in the world to her. Crap...

She had watched her children die before her eyes. Their children too. She was a widow who still found joy in her endless ages.

Fuck. Did I just get poetic? Where did that come from. Now I'm sad and just wanna give her a hug.

I fluttered my wings and made noises to tell mother I wanted out. She looked down at me smiled fondly. "No, not yet, Gold. We're going to go to the hospital, then we're going to aunt Applejack's farm. There you can play in the grass as much as you like. Won't that be fun?"

Damn it woman. I want to hug you to make you fell better. And I want to wrap my horse legs bout your neck rather than your boobs too. I don't want to see you cry.

Damn it. And Luna too. They were both in the same boat. And... since she was mated with daddy, Luna was technically another mother, right? Yeah. She was a parent of mine. I want to hug them both.

"He seems a little eager," Applejack said as she looked at me. "Well, he's got a diaper..."

"Already been fed," Mother informed her, giving her own chest a pat. "Even for a colt he eats a lot. Since I'm soon going to be returning to my court duties... my poor pregnant sister has been helping by extending her shift... I will have to hire some nurses and wet nurses to care for his needs while I'm at court. Even waiting these six weeks has been pushing it."

Applejack nodded. "Pity you can't stay with him twenty-four seven."

And, just like that, I learned this world had twenty-four hours and seven days. Just like earth.

Mother sighed sadly. "So do I. But, I gave up that freedom thousands of years ago."

Soon enough, we were at the hospital and, because royalty, admitted immediately into a private room. A cute white earth pony nurse in a smock greeted us and set me upon the examination table.

"Well, hello there, Prince Gold Coast," she cooed sweetly as she rubbed my mane and nuzzled my face. Her bedside manner was awesome. Pity the sexy nurse thing is only fantasy. No cleavage to be seen whatsoever. "You really are an alicorn, huh?"

She took a moment giving me good look over, testing flexibility and measuring my wings and writing stuff on a clipboard. Doctor stuff.

"Well," she said, once she was finished, "he's a healthy guy. Good balance, fantastic flexibility, and his horn is hardened properly since his birth. Though... he seems a little large for a his age... uh, comparative to his birth measurements. His progression is... faster than normal."

Mother looked concerned. "Is that bad?"

The nurse took a moment to shrug. "I wouldn't know. I haven't seen anything like this before. I would consult some better experts your majesty."

Mother nodded. "I see. I will take care of it as soon as we return to Canterlot. It wont interfere with the circumcision, though, right?"

The nurse shook her head. "I will call nurse Tenderheart at once with the tools and anesthetic."

A minute or so later and a blue mare with a sea green mane arrived pushing a cart. She took a moment to show me some love before asked Redheart, the first nurse, to hold me for the procedure. I let out a few scared whimpers, encouraging mother to stroke my head comfortingly.

Nurse Readheart sat atop the table and set me on her lap. She then took my hind legs in her hands and pulled them back until they touched my chest, which kept me locked against her stomach while exposing my manhood to the world. I gulped and tired to squirm a bit. The position wasn't very comfortable.

"That's it," Nurse Tenderheart said with a smile. "Just like a gelding procedure. This'll only take a few moments."

I froze. That was not something I needed to hear while in this position. I looked over at my family, who were smiling, though the Apples seemed more curious. I gulped as I started to feel a little clammy.

Tenderheart dabbed a small brush into a bowl of brown liquid, which she then began to apply to my sheath. It tingled. Cold and slimy. I shivered a bit. Redheart cooed soothingly, rubbing my hind hooves with her thumbs. "It's okay little guy. This isn't going to hurt."

After couple experimental tickles down under, Tenderheart seemed satisfied with the anesthetic's effect. Then she grabbed a scalpel. I remained very still. Very still indeed. Also, I prayed no one burst in suddenly and make that tiny razor mess me up.

I watched in bizarre fascination as she slowly, and expertly sliced through the layers of skin and fat and membrane of my sheath. Thank goodness for anesthetic. I shuddered to speculate about the times before anesthetic. Then, after a few more little slices, my baby cock flopped to the side, free from it's flesh prison.

I breathed a sigh of relief as the tiny knife vanished, and was replaced by a paper towel that dabbed at the blood.

"Is he gonna need stitches?" Applebloom asked, looking a little sick.

Redheart shook her head. "No. There's not much blood in a stallion's sheath, it's mainly to protect the phallus from the elements. You just need to keep the area clean until it scars over. He will start to feel some minor discomfort in an hour or so after the anesthetic wears off. We can provide a safe prescription that'll ease the soreness."

Mother told her she would like that as she took me from the nurse and hugged me comfortingly. I cuddled into her boobs, relieved and feeling hungry. I nuzzled her and made hungry sounds to let her know what I wanted.

"Poor thing," mother cooed as I fed. "I know, it must have been scary. But, don't worry, soon we'll go see daddy and grandma, and you can play in the orchard."

I smiled a little as I suckled. I would like that. I want to feel grass under my hooves.