The Rise of Princess Platinum

Most stories have grand beginnings. Some start on a dark and stormy night. Others begin with a cataclysmic event. Some throw the reader right into the action. Some withhold it for chapters, slowly building up the tension. This story most closely resembles the last, for it starts with a simple event. The birth of a pony.

“Push!” The doctor commanded, a towel floating between the thighs of the mare in labor. “I can see her head, she’s almost out! Just keep pushing!” The mare let out a scream of anguish, her body protesting against the very action she was taking. It slowly built, rising in volume and pitch until her voice cracked and broke. As her lungs began to seize up from not taking a breath for so long, the cause for her distress became apparent. The foal unicorn’s head finally pushed free of her mother’s vaginal muscles, the filly’s horn having ripped them apart in the process.

The mothers eyes glazed over as she faded from consciousness. The unicorns on staff quickly and gently pulled the filly out, wrapping her in towels and blankets. It took but a moment of being free of her mothers womb for the foal to start screaming in her mothers place. The umbilical cord was quickly severed, left hanging from the torn and bleeding vagina of the mother. As the foal began to calm and quieten, a nurse turned to the mother. She placed a hoof against her neck, and shook her head. “She’s gone. To be expected, the filly’s horn ripped her open.”

“No one will mourn the passing of an Earth Pony slave, Nurse,” another replied. “She has served her purpose to the kingdom. Now, go inform the King of what has happened. I expect he will want to name his newest daughter.”

“Of course,” the nurse answered, leaving the room. The doctor who had been in charge of the birth took the newborn into his magic, levitating her to a wicker basket, complete with blankets to lay her in. As he lay the foal down, who had long since fallen asleep, the father calmly strode into the room. He turned to the dead mare on the table, sighing deeply.

“I liked her you know,” the king commented, more to himself than anyone. “Was there nothing that could be done?” he asked, turning to the staff.

“I’m sorry my lord.” The doctor bowed along with the rest of the nursing staff. “The foals horn caused severe tearing along her vaginal muscles. It’s a wonder she lived as long as she did. By the time we realized what was happening, it was too late.” The doctor pulled a long black sheet across the table, covering the body. “That leaves naming the foal to you sir.”

“Very well.” Again, the king sighed deeply. “Make sure she is given the burial rights of a unicorn, she served faithfully.” He sat back for a moment, then rose, trotting over to inspect his newborn foal. The filly lay there, her white fur a stark contrast the the blues and pinks of the blankets wrapping her. “Platinum,” he declared. “She shall be Princess Platinum, for the pureness of her coat, and the strength of her mother.”

“Sir, her mother is an Earth Pony. How can she be the princess?” A nurse asked, confused. “Mustn’t she be of pure royal blood to hold that title?”

A collective gasp went through the rest of the room as the king turned to the nurse. As his gaze leveled upon her, she wilted, bowing low and stammering apologies.. The king sighed. “Normally, yes, pure royal blood is needed to claim such a title.” The king looked off, staring out a window. “But, a few things make this different. One, I am the king. If I want her to be a princess, she shall be. Two, for a true heir to be born, I must sire a foal in the Queen. Which requires me to be intimate with her. I would rather not.” The king turned, a slightly pensive look on his face. “And three, I have no other daughters or sons who can take up the throne after me. She must be the princess.”

“Sir, you have sired other foals, a few of which I have delivered myself,” the doctor commented, confused. “Why are they unable to take the throne?”

“The only other unicorn I have sired is Clover.” The king replied. “And while she could, she won’t. I can see it in her eyes. She does not want to rule, she does not want that power. I will raise Platinum to desire that power, so that she will be a strong, just ruler.”

“Yes, my lord,” the doctor replied, bowing, knowing the discussion was done. He wrote in the name on the birth certificate before setting it aside. “Now, my lord, due to the complications during the birth, I would like to keep her here a few days.” The king turned, an eyebrow raised. “Well sir, the act of killing one’s parent, whether intentional or not, causes a profound ripple in the foal’s magic. As the deed was done with the filly’s horn, that increases the chance that something may arise from this. I wish to observe her so we may be better prepared for whatever may come.”

The king nodded his understanding. “Very well. I will be back in a few days to bring her home. Another of my slaves recently gave birth, I will have her feed my foal as well.” With that, the king left, his cloak trailing behind him. “Keep her well, doctor!”

As the door closed behind the king, the doctor turned to his staff. “Alright, move the princess to the newborn ward. And get that blood cleaned up, I don’t want anypony tripping on it.” The doctor took the corpse into his magical grasp and carried it out of the room amidst a chorus of ‘Yes sir!’s.

As per the doctors request, Princess Platinum stayed in the care of the hospital for a few days. Tests on the foals magic were run daily, with various statuses being constantly monitored. Nothing out of the ordinary was noted, with the exception of a high magical aura reading. But as the princess was a unicorn of royal blood, it was nothing unexpected. As nothing of note was found, when the king returned four days later, they happily handed the princess to him. “We could find nothing abnormal sire,” a nameless doctor reported. “She is fit to go home with you.”

“Thank you, good doctor,” the king replied, taking his daughter lovingly into his grasp. “I shall make sure she receives the best of care. And I shall bring future medical needs of my family here, you have earned it.”

The doctor stuttered and bowed low. “Tha-thank you my lord. It shall be our honor to serve you.”

“That it shall. Make sure you do not disappoint me.” The doctor nodded. “Now, what arrangement have been made for the mothers funeral?”

“Just a moment my lord,” the doctor replied, levitating some files to him. After a moment of flipping through them, he looked back up, a smile on his face. “Her funeral is scheduled for eight days time. She is to be buried among the common unicorns, in a place of honor. Is this alright with you?”

“It shall do.” the king replied gravely. “Make sure she is given a proper service, and a well decorated tomb.” The king turned and left, leaving the doctor smiling.

“Yes my lord!” The doctor called out before returning to his other duties.