La petite mort

I found myself in Canterlot General hospital. Beside me was Doctor Red Cross who I followed along the hallway. He had wanted to speak with me about his newest patient.

“How is she Red Cross?” I asked him in a hushed tone. Looking through his charts he flashed me a look of irritation and I backed away.

How embarrassing. I wanted this whole incident to be handled with the utmost secrecy, and I had accidentally spoken of it right in public at a public hospital’s corridor with dozens of ears willing to listen in. No damage was done though as he aptly held his tongue to reply. Bowing my head I followed along quietly.

I’m worried.

**

“Have you not met Lala, Fancy?” They had said. They were boasting and marvelling when I had said no, recommendations were given to me all around. I felt ill to my stomach as they talked of Lala as if she were a work of art. Talking with passion of her form and her grace and beauty and flexibility and her skill... they talked about her in every possible way. However they never truly spoke about what she was about. They were content to only add hyperboles and superlatives into the conversation and nod along in agreement. There was not a neighsayer around, not even an inkling of the usual apathetic cynical noble critique. My heart ached at their praise as jealousy prowled beside my rising dread.

But surely they couldn't mean that Lala.

I asked them to be frank with me, to explain to me plainly who Lala was. My fellow gentlecolts exchanged looks, looking at each other in turn before all of them looked at me.

“She isn’t something to be told about Fancy. She is someone to be experienced.” My heart sank. Words failed me for a long time. But surely it wasn't what I thought it was.

**

“Are you my master?”

I wasn't even close.

Before me was but a child, a beautiful child, a young little mare who held my heart in her custody at the very sight of her.

Barring a different shade of her mane and a different colour in her eyes, she was the very image of my beloved La Mere.

“Lala?” I said with barely a whisper. I spoke in disbelief and yet with such demand, a shattered spirit trying to scream with what tiny strength it could muster.

There was really no need to ask. Looking at her I just knew. This was my child. She had inherited practically everything from her mother but that shade of mane, those eyes looking back at me. They were mine, like kindred spirits calling out to each other.

By Celestia, what was she doing here!? What is this child doing in a hotel, all alone? What had been happening behind his perception? And why in all of Equestria did it have to involve somepony like this?

“Master?” I barely heard her as I held her close to me, patting her little head as I tried to comfort her. But she was calm and from what I could understand happy. She came in closer to me, drawn in by my warmth, nuzzling and snuggling.

“Are you going to take me far far away?” Had she been waiting for me? Does she know who I am?

I smiled and kissed her on the forehead.

“Yes... far away. You will never see this evil place again.” I let go of her and I walked to the door. Upon breaking contact she magnetised towards me and followed close. And as the initial shock waned, I could feel a new revelation coming to me.

She was limping. Her breathing was ragged. All over her body she had cuts and bruises. On her coat she had candle wax and blood and semen sticking on her. She was a ruined creature and yet despite everything, she still held an intoxicating beauty.

What had those monsters done to her!?

“Darling don’t strain yourself. Let me help you.” I held my daughter close to me, my forehooves holding her like she was a babe.

I sighed to myself. Well I can’t take you home holding you like this. After all, I needed legs to walk. And now that I’ve given it more thought, how would I have gotten away with having an injured filly following me in tow? The hotel would never let themselves get involved with such scandal. The guard would have been on me in seconds. If she were to be taken away she had to be gone unseen and kept secret thereafter.

Firing up my horn with magic, I realised that this was the only way I could have had her escape.

“I’m going to take you away now, my darling.”

“Happily ever after?” Her eyes had a vacant look to them. She was weak but she mustered what strength she had to smile.

“The happiest I can make you, my daughter.” I let that sink in for a moment. I was a father of a beautiful little girl that needs me.

“I love you, master.” I grimaced, the bitterness in me welling up.

“Not master, darling. Father.” I tried to reply without hate in my voice. In the end my voice was calm and measured, but my heart burned with a fire that I could not deny to have escaped through my lips.

If only a little bit.

**

They were in Lala’s room now, a private room with strict instructions that only Red Cross and whoever was with him could enter the room. As part of the private wing, each room was safely sound proof too. Red Cross had finished reading the chart and put the clipboard of paper into a stand at the foot of Lala’s medical bed.

Nodding to himself and then focusing on Fancypants, the good doctor put a reassuring hoof on his good friend’s shoulders.

“Don’t worry Fancypants, thanks to the progress of medical magic. Your daughter is going to make a full recovery.” Fancy’s shoulders visibly relaxed. Red however had not broken eye contact and that hoof on his shoulder was far from comforting now.

“But her physical injuries are the least of my concern, from what you told me I’m concerned about her mental well being.” Fancy expected something of that sort and nodded in grim acknowledgement. He bowed his head in thought for a moment and raised his head.

“ You're a psychologist too are you not, doctor?” Fancy thought it’d best to keep knowledge of her away from as many ponies as possible. Red Cross was a good pony and possibly the only pony in Canterlot he could trust enough with helping his daughter.

“Yes. I was just about to get to that. My prognosis is that she’s suffered years of mental trauma and might require long term counselling.” Fancy returned Red Cross’s awkward smirk. That tradesman smirk that meant money was going to have to get involved in the equation, a lot of money, over a long period of time apparently.

“I see... well I’m sure I can rely on you to help my daughter through this.” There was no backing down now. He'd decided to commit the moment he ascertained that she was indeed his child.

“I assure you. The love of a good father will do her a lot of good... but I'll also do what I can so that she can readjust to a normal life.” Red Cross gave his best smile and moved past Fancy to get to the door and give him and his daughter a moment of privacy.

“Thanks doctor Red Cross.” Fancy said as he was passing. Red cross carried on walking and stopped at the door.

“You’re lucky... “ Fancy turned around, confused as to what he meant.

“Excuse me?” Fancy replied almost incredulously.

“I mean you... you've been bless with a beautiful daughter. You should count yourself lucky.”

“Yeah”

**

“We've been wondering where you disappeared to.” I said, looking at the machines that measured her vitals. I scribbled the results.

She was in a stable and healthy state. My magic after all was the best in all the medical circles.

“Father took me away before you visited.” Lala was laying on her bed. Her left leg twitched as I adjusted the vibrator inside her sex. It wasn't on yet.

Just like before I'm going to make you all better.

“Do you know what father means, Lala.” I took out another little vibrator and watched it slowly slip in between her lips and disappear, save for a long white wire.

“It means he knows your mother.” To Lala that only meant one thing. That he was the prince that was meant to sweep her off her feet. She was such a silly filly, so single minded, so simple. Its what you get raising a child on the delusions of fairy tales.

“Really? Then why didn't he come to save her?” Lala sat up in surprise, as if something unfathomable was explained to be possible. I nuzzled her face and kissed her, with a placed hoof to her chest she was lying down again like a good girl.

“Because he loves you Lala. He loves you very much. I have to admit, maybe he loves you even more than he loved your mother.”

I came up on the bed standing, my erect member throbbing with anticipation.

“Are you ready?” In reply she smiled and held out her hooves to receive me.

“Yes master Red Cross.” I came down inside and hard. She screamed as loud as her voice could muster but no one was going to hear her.

I flipped the switch and let my restraints loose.

I’m going to break you and make you all better again, over and over.

I couldn't help but spread a wide grin on my face. I was going to violate the gem of Canterlot. The daughter of my best friend. And he was going to give her to me and only me.

**

La Petite was now healthy enough to come home and over the pass few weeks, she had become a regular visitor in the hospital, coming for Red Cross’s counselling sessions. We had established a route to the private wing towards the private room we alway used. It was fairly low risk as Red Cross pulled out all the stops to make sure nopony could ever be around to see them navigate through the hospital.

“Fancy can I talk to you in private?” I looked to my daughter and feared for her. I didn't want her out of my sight.

“Still worried about her? It’s okay. We'll use our private room and have her play in there or something.”

Calling Lala to follow, we began walking towards the private wing and towards the room in question.

“Lala. Can you wait inside this room for me?” Red Cross asked and she quietly complied, putting her hoof to her mouth to stop herself saying something out of impulse. She had trouble not saying “Yes master” at home too.

I gave Red Cross a suspicious look.

“It’s okay. we can talk about this in public. No pony will pass through here for awhile, trust me.” I dropped my suspicion a notch but still...

“As I continue my counselling sessions with her it's getting clearer and clearer her intellect seems to be severely underdeveloped.” This was true. I had been hesitant in finding her a tutor to educate her for fear her existence being exposed. Still... I will have to reveal her eventually. Canterlot will eventually need to know about my daughter's existence and my willingness to father her.

“I shouldn't expect that she had any semblance of an education locked up in that room.” I couldn't help but agree to this statement. One of these days I'll bring justice to everypony involved in this atrocity.

But for now I had something else to worry about. Lala needed an educator, another pony would have to be involved in the secret. For her future she needed a good education.

“Don't worry Fancypants. I know of a good friend that we can trust. He’s an excellent teacher with a vast amount of knowledge in various general fields. I'll have him visit your house regularly so that he can act as her personal tutor. Just until she’s caught up enough to join public education.”

Could a normal life for such a healthy and happy filly be so far away? Just how much did she need to catch up on? How many obstacles will I need to go through so that she can be a normal girl?

“Don’t worry so much. Her intelligence might be underdeveloped but I assure you, you have an intelligent daughter in your hooves. I wouldn't be surprised if she rises to become a complete prodigy.” I wanted to say he was lying to reassure me, but I couldn't help but want to believe and feel hope.

“A genius you say... She’d be just like her mother.” I raised my head. I could almost see her again in my mind’s eye. Our first kiss in her father’s library.

“Tell me... does Fleur know about this?” I guess he thought I was talking about Fleur. But he had a point. Sooner or later she would have to be made aware of his daughter. She was his wife after all.

“No... She hasn't returned from her trip.” Her work has her travelling all over Equestria. It'd be difficult to write a letter to her.

“I intend to tell her when she returns.” Besides, something like this shouldn't be told in something as impersonal as a letter.