Penumbra's Tale

3:46 am

Elegant Script was lying on a moving bed in the hospital. A continuous beep could be heard as the life support was rolled magically with her. She was being rushed to the birthing room. Since she was in Canterlot, and since she has such a good reputation from being famous, it only made sense that they gave her such high priority. She was breathing heavily, and trying hard to push as they took her down the hall to the room.

It was stressful to say the least. They recommended to her a c-section, but she wanted none of that. If she was going to have her little colt, then it was going to be under her own terms. She had pride after all. She was told by her own mother that she was a bitch to birth. Most unicorns were because of the horn. One wrong turn as they’re coming out, and the entire uterus would be destroyed and the mother would be dead from internal bleeding. Newborn horns were sharp in her family and had to be filed down.

She cried out in pain, using her weak magic to set her glasses down on the nearest surface she could find once they were in the room. Ellie couldn’t believe the pain she was in. It was so great, it siphoned her ability to use magic to dull the pain. She just hoped the nurses or doctors would go ahead and block the plain.

“Aaaaaah!” She cried, shrieking bloody murder.

“It’s alright ma’am, here…” The nearest nurse said as she injected sedatives into her leg. Apparently it wasn’t a unicorn nurse. But the sedative did help her to calm down. Then she felt something else enter her bloodstream, and shortly after, the sweet calmness of no pain.

“Push! You might not be able to feel it now, but push! He’s crowning… and luckily, the horn is out first.” The doctor sounded nice. His voice was suave. She could hardly tell what was going on anymore, but she did as instructed.

“A little more… Dammit, I wish Dr. Stitches was on duty. She really needs a unicorn doctor instead… Come on, Mrs. Script! He’s nearly there…”

She looked around, noticing that something was wrong. Where was her husband? Where was Penultimate Peril? She had forgotten in her drug induced state that he had openly declared that he didn’t want a foal. But she was stubborn, and wouldn’t allow him to abort her.

Penultimate was out bedding a whore at the time. He didn’t care to be there while his wife was in labor. He didn’t care to adhere to the marriage with Elegant either, cheating on her while she was giving birth.

In fact, he wasn’t even thinking about Elegant. The only thing on his mind was getting his dick wet, which he was actively doing, and the possibility of killing the mare once he was done with her, to get the money back.

"Push!”

She began to cry, wanting him to be here, here in her hour of need.

“Alright! What’s the time?”

“4:01 am.”

“Alright, write up a birth certificate. What do you want to name your colt?”

Elegant was crying, but she turned to the doctor. “P-P-Penumbra… Bard.”

“It’s all okay Mrs. Script. We’ll increase the sedatives and bring him back to you once his horn is dulled as you requested. While you’re unconscious, since you signed the consent form, we’ll take a look inside at your uterus for damage and perform surgery as needed. Sleep tight, Ms. Script.”

Moments later, she fell under the influence of the sedative.