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The Princess played in her walled garden. It was a lovely garden, planted with every type of beautiful and sweet smelling flower that could be found. She had many beautiful toys: balls and hoops and dolls and a swing that hung from a strong, handsome tree in the center of the garden. There was a soft lawn to play on and a hammock to rest on when she grew tired of playing.
It was a safe garden. The walls were ten feet high and made of strong stone. Ivy and roses climbed up them on the inside, but on the outside were spikes and thorns that would poison anyone that tried to climb over the walls. There was only one gate. It was also ten feet tall and could only be opened by the Princess's mother and father.
Like the flowers in her garden, the Princess herself was beautiful and sweet. She had long hair and bright eyes and clear skin and all of it was set off by her beautiful long pink dress. Like the flowers she had been raised behind high protective walls. She had been tutored by her governess, but only in subjects that were appropriate for such a princess. She was very intelligent and could read, analyze and do calculus, but her education had skipped even the rougher parts of history and information about the world outside her walls. She could name every country on a map of the world, but she knew nothing of any bad thing that might have happened. She had never heard of war, jail or death. She had been presented to every head of state that had come to visit her mother and father during her life, but only for a moment. She had come up to each, been introduced, curtseyed a sweet little curtsy, said a sweet little "It's an honor to meet you," and then been escorted right back into her safe and protected rooms or over to her safe walled garden. She had lately been growing to a beautiful womanhood, but she was so protected she hardly knew this.
Philamina galloped over the grass covered plains. Light shone on her glossy white coat and glinted off of her golden horn and hooves. She felt the pure joy of wind blowing her mane and the power of her legs as they carried her running across the fields. The pull of instinct told her where she was going and she followed with joy. She saw the high walls in the distance and she increased her speed. She was almost there. They got nearer and nearer and then she jumped! She sailed easily over the walls and landed, Thumpthump, on a soft lawn right next to a very surprised princess.
The Princess was so startled she couldn't speak for a moment. When she recovered she said, "You're a unicorn!"
Philamina knickered a unicorn laugh and pretended to look back in surprise at her own body. "Why, I am!" she exclaimed in mock surprise.
"What are you doing here?" the Princess asked.
"This," Philamina responded, as she knocked the Princess backwards into a flower bed. The Princess was now on her back a few feet above the lawn in a raised flower bed. Philamina used her horn to deftly toss the skirt of her dress over the Princess's face. In the seconds that the girl struggled with her skirt Philamina pierced the girl's panties with her horn and kept going, right into her, piercing her hymen. The Princess wailed in pain, fright and humiliation. Philamina pulled out just a bit and then thrust in again. The Princess could feel each bump of that spiral horn as it went in and out of her over and over again. She couldn't understand what was happening. What was this unicorn doing to her? Unicorns were supposed to be good. What was happening? She began to cry.
Then it was over. The Princess looked up at the unicorn. There was blood on her golden horn. The gate rattled and opened. The King stood there. "Ah! Philamina! I was thinking it was about that time."
"Your Majesty," Philamina bowed her front half down, "It is done."
"Excellent! I know of two or three young men who would make excellent suitors. I'll have to have my men write their fathers at once."
"Father?" said the Princess, quite shocked. She hurt. She was confused.
"Yes, sweetheart?"
"The unicorn hurt me!" she cried out. Philamina slipped out the gate.
"Oh honey, it only hurts for a little bit."
"But why?"
"Because the blood of innocent little girls is how unicorns live forever, and being deflowered by a unicorn is how become a queen like your mother."
"Why?"
"You're going to have to ask your mother that. Let's go find her."
And so the King and the Princess slipped out of the garden to search for the Queen.
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