Polyhymnia
mc; bg; bdom; preg
Her mother had named her Polyhymnia, but the ten-year-old singer went by Poly. She'd recently won a talent contest, giving her a recording contract, a bit of money, and a kiss from Prince Paul. She was sure the kiss from twelve-year-old Prince Paul wasn't part of the prize, but like a lot of girls her age, she dreamed of a kiss from the Prince.
Her new studio set her up with a home studio in the backyard. They told Poly to record a few songs on her own as a test. Poly had no idea what to record, a fact she shared with her friends on Twitter. She immediately got a lot of suggestions, but one direct message was to try "Dancing Barefoot" and included a link.
The link was to a video with the tune playing to a background that seemed to spiral away. By the time the song was over, Poly had taken off her shoes and socks, tossing them into the trash can. She immediately started work on singing the song. By the next afternoon, she'd finished and posted it to her studio's work in progress website, as she had been told.
Poly went barefoot from that day on.
She direct messaged the account that she'd got the first suggestion from soon as she was done. It was only a few minutes later that she got another link back, to a video like the first one for "Drop Your Pants." It was a different style of song than she was used to, but her studio had told her to try a wide range of songs. So she recorded it to, completing it before dinner.
She left her pants behind in the studio's trash can when she was called to dinner. Poly never wore pants again.
Her twitter friend had another suggestion the next morning "No Shoes, no Shirt, no Problem." It wasn't a song written for a young girl, but she thought she did a good job at it. She recorded it topless in her garden, sipping a lemonade with a paper umbrella in it. Poly didn't care that she was only in her panties now.
She didn't know why, but not only was she not concerned about being in her panties, but she found herself stroking herself though them, as she reviewed her work and uploaded the video.
The message with the link to her next song was waiting the next morning. Poly clicked on the link, discovering a link to the King's Choir singing "Jerusalem." It would be the most challenging song she'd sung yet.
Poly watched it several times, never noticing the slight swirl overlay. She sung along, trying to learn the words, so she wouldn't have to read the lyrics. Sometime during her practice, her panties slid off her body, leaving Poly naked.
She made a video of herself, singing the song, and like the others, she uploaded it to her studio's works in progress website. Poly didn't notice she was nude, nor did she notice that her hand seemed to be perpetually stroking her pussy.
No more direct messages came. For the next few days Polyhymnia just lived naked with her family, who had no objection to her nudity, either. Most of the time, Poly didn't even realize that she was naked, or stroking her pussy to wetness. Every once in a while she caught herself in a mirror, though, and for the briefest of moments, wondered about it.
A week after her last video was uploaded, Poly answered the door to discover Prince Paul on the other side. He kissed her, and then told her, "Polyhymnia, my little songbird, you will be my bride."
"Yes," she said, as Prince Paul slid the engagement ring on her finger. "I am your little songbird, and will be your bride."
He took her up to the castle, where she lost her virginity before the night was over. As they were curled up in the afterglow, he whispered, "I'm glad I sent those tweets to you, my little songbird. You're going to sing for me and our country, and if I have my way, which I usually do, your naked little body will be bearing my heir before we reach the abbey's altar.
Princess Polyhymnia was indeed bearing Prince Paul's baby by the time they exchanged their vows. In fact, she waddled up the aisle, in what the press called the Royal Shotgun Wedding. Her wedding dress did not influence fashion, for she had none. Prince Paul kept her naked and having his babies. It was, after all, his duty to provide heirs to succeed him, and if he wanted his naked Princess to fill her pussy with his penis, then it was her duty to obey his wish. His subjects had no objection. After all, a secure succession to the kingdom was important.
As for her singing, she sung everywhere, for her Prince and her country. It wasn't uncommon for their duets to chart, and together they had a few number ones. As for their albums, it was hard to tell if their sales were the result of the music or the covers featuring the naked Princess. Princess Polyhymnia had no objection either. She couldn't object. Prince Paul had seen to that. She obeyed his every command, and he didn't even have to tweet her anymore, just like the Prince had always wanted.
