Author's Notes:

This chapter ends the Fish God Arc. RJP and I hope you all enjoyed this part of the story.

As ever, if you find any errors, syntax fails, or plot holes (Faust forgive!), then let us know in the comments!

Twilight, her parents, and Endymion released their magical hold when Fluttershy motioned to them to do so. The giant sea serpent dove under the water and Fluttershy landed on the deck of the ship.

“She’s going to leave the ships alone, but we’ve got to help her, and we need to do it now!”

Endymion had never seen Fluttershy so forceful. He stepped toward her, and touched her shoulder, “What’s going on?”

She looked at him, her eyes filled with anger, “Somepony stole her foal, her baby! She’s been trying to wreck the ships to find her missing foal, and to make sure that nopony else tries to take another of her little ones!”

She then began to explain about the “fish god.” Her name is Melandra, her people were once known as the Zora, and since time immemorial, they have plied the South Luna Sea. Several thousand years ago, though, the ponies of the mainland discovered her people, or accurately, the pubescent juveniles of her people, that had wandered amongst the fishing parties. After they were discovered, the ponies nearly hunted them to extinction. The elders were too deep in the ocean to be caught, but the young adults and adolescents lived in the shallower waters and became prime targets. She was one of the lucky few to get away. She find a river deep enough to swim up, and against all odds, she and her mate arrived in this lake. Their home exists on the lakebed and they have spawned generations of Zora since. The ponies here call her and her mate, Zola, the “fish god,” because they manage the local fish populations as well assist boats that go off keel.

Their little one, a juvenile female, was far too curious for their own good and swam up to greet the “wooden fish.” Divers from that boat saw her, captured her, and spirited her away. Melandra has no idea which boat it was and has been searching for nearly thirty moons to find her child. She didn’t mean to frighten the ponies here, but her child is in danger and she is desperate need to find her. By the time Fluttershy explained all of this, she was sobbing, tears streaking down her cheeks.

Endymion pulled her into a hug, one that was shared among Pinkie Pie, Twilight, Rainbow Dash (who felt a little awkward,) and Applejack (who felt a little left out.) They stood there, on the boat, in the middle of the lake, hugging for several minutes until Fluttershy seemed to feel better.

“Thank you everypony,” Fluttershy said, ghosts of tears still in her eyes, “I needed that.”

“Anything for you, Shy,” Dash said, and AJ nodded her head in agreement.

“Okay, let’s see if we can find the pony that did this, and then lets try to get that little one back to its mother,” Endymion said with a confident grin.

“And how do you suppose we do that? It’s not like we have any information to start with.” Rainbow Dash said.

“True, but most likely they’re still here, and if they are, then it means that we have a shot of finding them.”

“Not that Ah wanna jest agree with Dash ta agree with her, but even if’n that’s the case, how are we a gonna find the little critter?”

He grinned, “Well, how many of us have worked odd jobs before?”

Dash groaned, “No, you don’t mean…”

“It’s the best way. We offer services to these locals, Maid service, lawn care, whatever it might be, and we use that job to sniff around.”

“Dirty rotten cunt gurgling, cock riding, arse licking, Sol Damned tailhole stretcher! For Sol’s sake it was supposed to be a vacation!”

“There might be an easier way,” Twilight said, and when all attention was focused on her, she continued, “this sea creature, Melandra, she said that she and her mate manage the fish populace. If that’s the case, then anypony holding their offspring hostage would need to care of them, right?”

“You got a point,” Blossomforth said, and Twilight Velvet added, “if there were somepony handling large deliveries of fish, especially since the lake is now hostile waters, then the harbormaster might know who makes those orders and where they’re delivered.”

“And a lake this big has to feed by either stream or river,” Endymion surmised, “so any and all deliveries would need to be made by ferry. If so, then there has to be a log or manifest of all cargo shipped up and down the river!”

“Then what are ya’ll waitin’ fer,” AJ asked, “an engraved invitation? Let’s go talk to that there harbormaster!”

Everypony glared at Applejack a moment, but when Dash nodded her head, that decided for the party. Since Twilight Velvet and Nighlight were more acquainted with the area, it was deemed wise that they would speak with the harbormaster. Being minor nobility, the couple would have an easier time convincing the grizzled maritime stallion to let them look at his books. With a plan of action in place, Endymion steered the boat in direction of the only wharf in the district, where an anchored steamboat was already waiting.

When neared the port, Dash, Fluttershy, and Blossomforth helped moor the ship while AJ hoisted anchor. Endymion set the gangplank down and all disembarked. Nighlight and Twilight Velvet took the lead, heading for the bungalow that served as port authority headquarters. The attached wharf was as busy as ever, with ponies loading and unloading parcels, crates, and larger shipping containers off the ferry. A dozen or so stallions marched on the paddleboat, wearing chains and striped uniforms; a squad of Royal Guards watched over them as they stepped in time on the ferry.

“Prisoners?” Endymion asked, to which Twilight Sparkle answered, “A work detail. Clop Clop Prison is just up the river from here. Sometimes the ponies jailed there are sent to help out on large projects when there aren’t enough strong backs to do the work.”

“Wonderin’ where they all come from?” AJ mused.

“Or where they’re going?” Dash wondered, “Maybe this is a stop on the way to where they’re going?”

“Good guess,” said one of the guards who overheard, “these lowlifes are being sent to the new dam project out in The Mild West. Big hydroelectric plant being constructed there. Can’t tell you much more than that.”

“I understand,” Twilight says, “come on everypony, there’s nothing to see here. We did have an appointment with the harbormaster, didn’t we?”

“That we did,” Endymion agrees, “Lord and Lady Twilight, do lead on.”

Passing the prisoners loading onto the steamboat, there next stop is the port authority offices. According to a tarnished brass plaque on the front door of the bungalow, this office is run by a pony by the name of Deep Six. The party was met with an earth pony mare whose coat was a caramel color matched to a honey blonde mane. The desk blotter she had was scribbled with all kinds of notes and dates, while a sextant was stood on the edge of the desk. There was a name plate resting up front; it read “Honey Dew.”

“Hello, how may I help you?” Honey Dew said with a gracious smile.

“Hello,” Twilight Velvet said, “would it be alright of my husband and I take a look at the most recent manifests? We had a shipment of furniture that was due to arrive two days ago and we haven’t seen it yet.”

“Did you?” Honey asked, then, “I’ll need to see Mr. Six. He’s the one that manages the cargo manifests. BOSS!”

From a far off and unassuming door came a gruff, loud voice replying, “WHAT?!”

“Manifest request!” Honey yelled back, “the couple from Canterlot!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Deep Six roared back, “don’t put yer knickers ina twist. Imma comin’.”

In a calmer voice, Honey said, “Mr. Six will be right out.”

Sure enough, from that unassuming door stepped out a behemoth a minotaur, whose pine needle coat and amber eyes were a stark contrast to Honey Dew’s more pastel colors.

“Hiya,” Deep said, “name’s Deep Six, I run this operation. What can I do for ya?”

“Hello, Mr. Six,” Twilight Velvet said sweetly, “my husband and I seem to have a problem. We were expecting a shipment of our villa earlier this week and yet it hasn’t arrived. We were hoping that maybe it was still on the shipping manifests or it was here in stores, awaiting delivery.”

“Either or,” said Deep Six with a shrug, “that trice damned ‘sea god’ has been harassing the seaponies and couriers alike. Wouldn’t be surprised if yer order was delayed here at the docks. I got the manifests for the last month here; I’ll pour over with ya.”

“Thank you so much,” Velvet said sweetly, then set down with Deep Six to review the log book, “now, our order was from Stable One. Have you heard of them?”

“Yeah, I know those guys,” Deep comments, “good, strong furniture they make.”

“Indeed,” Velvet beams, “now, it was supposed to be here two days ago…”

“Huh, that would have been Tuesday,” Deep mentions, “lotsa freight moved that day. I have the logs of that- here! Huh-”

“What is it?” Nightlight asked.

“Well, I see yer stuff, it’s right here,” Deep said, pointing to an entry for the aforementioned articles, “but it almost got displaced. Some joker ordered a Hades load of fresh fish. Why would they do that when there’s plenty o’ fish here?”

“Sea god?” Nighlight queries.

“Heh, maybe. But these orders- Hol’ on, let me check something here…” Deep Six comments, “yeah, yeah, before the trouble with the ‘fish god,’ there were plenty o’ orders fresh fishies… Lake Placid? Plenty o’ sturgeon and trout out that way, but that’s several kilos away and across six counties? Why order from there?”

“Big party?” Velvet answers, “Or they’re hoarding fish for the winter?”

“Yeah, doubt it,” Deep Six says, “anyways, we got yer furniture right here. I’ll show the lot where it’s stowed and ya can take it wid ya.”

“I would like that, yes,” Velvet says, “Night, would you be a dear and have some porters called up from the villa? We may need the extra hooves.”

“Let me get my palantir,” Nightlight replied, and he went back outside to make the request.

“Sounds good, I’ll wait fer ya to go and fetch them,”he said as he stood, “And again, sorry fer the inconvenience. What with that Fish God going insane out there it’s been a mess.”

Twilight Velvet nodded, and watched as Nightlight walked out. She looked at the two orders once more. Their order was meant to be a surprise, and with any luck would still be one, but the other order, the large order of fish, that was to Lord Braided Silver. She knew the name, and slowly it came to her. Braided Silver was the old unicorn stallion that retired from the noble council about two years ago.

He was a short tempered old stallion, but at least he tried to ensure that the servant class of Canterlot was treated well. There had been a rumor that the reason he did was because of his relationship with his pegasus maid. It was one of those public secrets that everypony knew, but no pony talked about. He had his full blood children with Fine Jewel, a cold, cold noble mare that saw all other nobility below her, and then he had Honey Snow.

Twilight Velvet had the utmost joy of meeting Ms Snow a few times, and she was an absolute joy. She never really knew what Ms Snow saw in Braided, but apparently she loved him enough to stay his maid, and give him twelve foals, which was quite a bit even by Pegasus standards. There was a rumor that she had some Earth Pony in her blood, and that very well could have been possible.

Braided had actually fought hard, harder than anypony, to ensure that the servant class received equal voting rights, fair wages, paid for living quarters, and free foal care. To the servant class he was something of a hero, but she knew he was doing it for selfish reasons. She saw the good that he did, and she knew that Princess Luna most likely allowed him to use his position to ensure that it happened.

She’d seen the Princess of the Night in her dreams before, and she knew that without a doubt she had been in Braided Silver’s as well. Even if she hadn’t the fact that he was doing this all for Honey Snow had to be obvious. She heard that all of Ms Snow’s foals either worked in the family home, or had actually became successful in Cloudsdale. She did wonder if perhaps some of their foals had come out here to be with their father in his final years. It was doubtful, but it was certainly something she did wonder. He did have at least two Pegasi working for him. It wouldn’t be that unlikely that he he could possibly have two of his foals, but then again it was doubtful.

No, she’d wager that he hired the pegasi as a means of upsetting Fine Jewel before he passed. The two did argue quite a bit, and anytime she had been around the cold unicorn mare she’d always hear how Braided was practically a sexual deviant. Why he even forced her to rut him on their wedding night. Could she imagine being forced to bend over the bed and take a rutting from a stallion that she just married? Didn’t he understand that these were marriages in name only?

Velvet shuddered at the thought. She would admit that Nightlight wasn’t her first stallion, but she cared for him deeply. The nerdy, adorkable Senior Astronomer for the Royal Conservatory was somepony she saw as not just a stepping stone to greater power but as a friend and confidante. Night was always willing to listen to her complaints about life in Canterlot, her woes with school, her diatribes about her sires. He listened and understood; he cared less about the politics involved in marriage between noble families and more about the spark of friendship, the spark of romance between two ponies. That is what she loved about her husband: he was an endless romantic.

He truly was her other half, and he had said that they were each other's better halves. That was the truth as far as she was concerned. He truly was her better half on most days, and she knew that she did quite a bit to be his rock when he needed it. Like herself, his family cared so much about power and prestige. It made no sense that they would come together, but in the end they had done what felt right.

Oh, she knew that Nightlight had dated a mare that was from another tribe before they got together. It was much like she had done. As she recalled it was an Earth Pony, but more of a socialite than her stallion had been. She’d met the young mare once, Sweet Orange she believed her name was. The young mare was sweet, but it was obvious to both her and Nightlight that their romance was more of a fling than anything else.

She wondered what happened to her, perhaps she found somepony else. For a moment she giggled at the thought that Baldwin Apple and Sweet Orange might have gotten together. Although, the mare that was part of Endymion’s adventurer group did look quite a bit like Sweet Orange, but she had Baldwin’s gold mane. Maybe the idea that they got together wasn’t so far out there after all.

Her thoughts became interrupted by the sound of Nightlight coming in with two Earth Pony stallions, and a Pegasus Mare. Nettle Kiss and Flawless Road walked beside Fluffy Blossom as they followed Nightlight. She grinned, seeing Nettle Kiss grab Fluffy Blossom’s hand. It was nice to see a couple come together.

Nightlight pointed toward the pallet holding their furniture, “Thank you, all three of you, for being available to do this.”

“Mr. Nightlight sir, That’s kind of what you pay us for,” the seafoam green pegasus mare with a dark blue mane said, “I mean, it’s nice that you want to thank us and everything, but seriously… You ain’t gotta. I mean, really, like you ain’t gotta thank us for it, right Nettle?”

The charcoal gray stallion nodded. His long black hair pulled into a tight pony tail, “Flurry’s right. We’re here ta work, and it’s nice being thanked, but it ain’t necessary.”

“Well, necessary or not, I still want to thank the three of you. If you don’t mind, please take this to the villa, of course help yourselves to some cold drinks.”

Flawless Road nodded, and soon the three of them went to separating up the pallet, deciding on what would be easiest to move, if a wagon would be needed, and if so how much should be loaded on the wagon before it left. Nightlight walked out, thanked Deep Six, and then walked over to his wife, “Everything is in order, let's go stretch our legs for a bit.”

They walked outside and the two of them walked over toward Twilight, the rest of her herd, and of course the mares that were part of the adventuring group.

“We think we found her cub. The stallion’s name is Braided Silver, and he is a very high profile noble. Like it or not Endymion’s suggestion of taking an odd job might be the best way into his home.”

“I could get us in,” Rainbow Dash replied.

Twilight Velvet smiled at her, “I have no doubt of that, but I know Braided. He’s not just some noble dandy that didn’t study magic. He knows defensive spells very well. I can promise that he will have his entry ways warded with alarms, if nothing else. But if somepony was invited into his home, those wards are useless,” she breathed out and looked at them, “He does have a thing for Pegasi, so take that suggestion as you will.”

Rainbow looked disgusted. She shivered and shook, “No, just no, Endymion, I like you. You’re alright, but I am not going to dress up in a maid’s outfit and let some pervy old stallion look at my flank all day. I get enough of that from Mr. Rich.”

“I’ll do it.”

They looked over at Blossomforth, “Seriously, I don’t mind. I can do it, and while I do I can look and see if he has her cub. If he does, then we can get in, get it out, and go on. If he doesn’t then we just have to take another guess.”

Rainbow Dash adopted self-satisfied smirk and said, “Heh, better you than me. Let’s do this!”

“Ah all in,” AJ said, “the sooner we get this done, the sooner we can return our vacation. There’s a waterin’ hole with mah name on it I wanna get to it ‘fore we leave here.”

“It would be nice to do something for these lovely ponies,” Fluttershy said, “but whatever my champion decides to do, I will follow. Though, I’m unsure of Sol would approve…”

“I’m good with this,” Endymion stated, “seeing as Blossom isn’t one of ours-” “HEY!” “-it’ll be better she take the risk of infiltrating the old rhino’s home-” “I’m standing right here, you know!” “-that way, if things go south, we’re all removed from danger.”

“Then it’s settled!” Twilight exclaimed, “We should see if Lord Braided Silver has an opening for a maid.”

“Shouldn’t be that hard,” croaks a wizened voice and the party turns to an elderly Earth pony stallion with a greying mane of chestnut and coat of sky blue, “the old fart is always harassing his maids. Seems to like the Pegasi mares a little much, though I can’t blame him. The fillies in your party here are might comely.”

“Uh, thank you,” Endymion replies, “uh, if it’s not too much trouble, could you introduce yourself, please?”

“Huh,” the elderly stallion huffs, “a noble with manners. Kinda hard to find one of them nowadays. Name’s Azure Cloverleaf. I used to do business everywhere from the Mount Doom to the Celestial Sea. Sold quite a lot of wares, made me a fine bit, for sure.”

“Thank you, Mr. Cloverleaf,” Endymion says, “say, you sound like you know Lord Silver. Anything else you can tell us?”

“Ha!” Azure barks, “Know him?! He’s been my neighbor for the last ten years! Sodden, slovenly, lusty old rhino! Thinks he’s Sol’s gift to mares! The damned fool retired here, hopin’ to get some peace and quiet after serving in Canterlot for decades. Heh, fat chance of that. Still, he’ll sometimes laze out on his yacht, try to catch some fish, make a big show of it. Why, just the other day, he gone and said he caught a curiosity that was once thought extinct. Can’t imagine what it is, though knowing him, the braggart is tellin’ fish tales again.”

“Excuse me, but you said he was claiming to have caught something that was extinct?”

He looked toward Twilight and gave her a gentle smile, “I most certainly did, but I wouldn’t take much stock in it. Braided likes to tell his fish stories, and to hear him tell it he traveled to Zebrafrica, found the most rare, delicate, and beautiful species of bird to ever exist, and decided to capture it for the Princess. I wouldn’t believe that one either. I have doubts that he’s ever been out of Equestria.”

“Mr. Cloverleaf, where would you like us to take your delivery?”

He looked toward the two pegasi, “Over to my villa. I’m expecting my great great grand niece, her father, and that Sol awful mother of hers to come visit me. I want her room to be perfect.”

“Of course sir.”

“Lookit, I’ve got to go. It’s not that I don’t trust the delivery ponies, but I’d like to oversee their work. If I’ve been of any help, then I’m glad, oh, and miss, I’d be wary of his mistress. That’s the coldest mare I’ve ever known outside of his late wife.”

Looking at each other the group decided to work on a plan, and Blossomforth decided to try her best to look the part. Looking the part of course meant wearing something that looked professional, but also drew attention to her assets. The end result was a short skirt that her tail helped lift slightly, a backless short sleeve dress shirt, and a bow tie.

“Okay, when you find it, let us know.”

She nodded, walked up to the door, and knocked. Who appeared was an older off blue unicorn stallion with a graying light purple mane. He smiled at her, and opened the door wider, “Well hello, may I be of service to such a lovely young mare?”

“Actually, I was hoping so. You see, I’m attending college, and this is my summer off. I’m needing a place to work, and I’ve been going around and seeing if anypony needs me to work for them. I’ve done governess work, maid, and cook.”

He took a long hard look at her, and she could tell that he was mapping her body. The old stallion was too friendly, too happy, and far too glad to see her there. There was no doubt in her mind that he was a horny old stallion, and she hoped that she could find the sea serpent cub and be out before too long. He motioned for her to come in, and she felt his eyes staying on her, but moving straight to her flank.

“I’m in a the need of a maid. I’m afraid that one of the maids had to return to Canterlot, she is taking a position in my family’s home. There may be some long hours. Ms Wintergreen will be your direct overseer.”

Blossomforth noticed the light blue earth pony mare. She eyeballed Blossomforth, motioned toward her, and directed her to follow her.

“There are several rules to working here, you will obey them, and first is that the master likes for his staff to walk with their tails high,” Ms Winters showed her own tail, and Blossomforth noticed that it was high, like a model walking the runway high, “And in order to maintain the lift the master wants means using an artificial stimulator.”

Blossomforth watched as she reached into a drawer inside of a desk and drew out something that looked like a large egg with a goblet’s handle on it. Her eyes widened as she realized what it was. She felt her tail wrap around her waist, and she desperately wanted to try and get out of it.

“That’s…”

“A tailhole plug, yes it is, and while you are an employee here you will wear one, or you are free to walk.”

She looked at the older mare.

“I know Pegasi courting rituals, and you will insert this on your own. In fact, I will watch.”

Blossomforth looked at her, “You mean now?”

“You are a bit thick aren’t you?”

She looked hard at the older mare, “Do… Is there anything to make it easier?”

The older mare reached back into the drawer, and she pulled out a small jar. When she opened it Blossomforth realized the smell. It was a special kind of salve that hospitals used. It was sterilized, and it shouldn’t cause an allergic reaction.

Blossomforth looked at it, the shire size of it, and she swallowed several times. It was huge, the tip of her middle finger would barely touch the tip of her thumb kind of huge, and she was worried that it just wouldn’t fit right.

She took the salve, smeared it on the plug, and pulled her panties down. She started and the Ms.Winters stopped her.

“Turn around and bend over. I want to make sure that you’re putting it in the right place.”

She swallowed hard, her eyes clenched shut, and she did as she was ordered, She felt the bulbous head press against her tailhole. Her mind searched desperately for somepony she wouldn’t mind to do this, and she envisioned Endymion. He was interesting, he was actually fun to be around, and she could see him being a potential mate. It made sliding the object up into her tailhole easier.

“Ngh!” she groaned as he pushed into her.

“Good, now, walk around with it in there.”

She did, and it felt weird, but at least it was doable.

“Perhaps you will fit in here after all.”

From there she was taken to the maid uniform. The tailhole plug was bad, and the maid’s uniform was worse. It was backless, obviously designed for a Pegasus, and it was also designed to be tight. She slipped into it, and felt the exceptionally short skirt. It was barely covering half of her cutie mark. The front was cut so that her breasts basically hung out. It was demeaning, and part of her argued that it was worth it. She was helping Endymion, and maybe this would be a good thing.

She sighed, and began the duties that was required of her. Hours passed, and she met the other maids, the butler, but hadn’t found where the old stallion was keeping the cub. The shift for the day was nearing an end. It meant that tomorrow she’d have to go do it again, or it would have if she hadn’t seen Braided Silver walking downstairs. Following him she saw a huge room, and inside of it was a giant tank.

The crystal that composed the front if it had to be at least a foot thick, but it was what was inside that made her take notice. It was smaller, much smaller, than the sea serpent from earlier, but it looked similar.

“Beautiful, isn’t she?”

Blossomforth nodded, and moved toward the tank. She watched as ushered her near him. She moved, stopping in front of the tank, and took a gander at the sea serpent then she felt something touch her. It started at her wing joint, moving up to her primary. Her face flushed, she felt wet, and her hands shook. When it stopped she turned and saw the arrogant smirk that was on Braided Silver’s face. Without question, and without hesitation she rared back and hit Braided Silver as hard as she could across his jaw.

He didn’t sway, he didn’t tilt back and forth, but instead he dropped like a sack of potatoes. She looked at him, her eyes wide, but at the same instant she knew she needed to contact everypony and let them know that she found the cub. She headed upstairs to the dragonfire sender. She knew that it would send it to wherever she entered for it to send it to. The idea was to send it to the Twilight Villa.

She filled out the information she had, put in the receiving person, and sent it through. Once it was gone, she waited, and she hoped that it wasn’t one of the girls that came. She prayed it wasn’t one of the girls. She practically begged Sol that it wasn’t one of the girls. The last thing that she wanted was to explain to one of the girls why Braided Silver was on the floor. She waited for a few minutes. After a few minutes there wasn’t anything coming back through, but instead she heard a knocking. She went to the front door, opened it and saw the Sol Priestess that claimed that Endymion was her champion.

“Oh, this is so going to suck,” she thought.

“You found the cub?”

Blossomforth nodded, “I did. On behalf of the master of the house, you are invited in.”

She hoped that it would work. Fluttershy walked inside with her, and together they walked toward the stairs that lead down to the tank. The moment they reached the floor she heard the priestess gasp. Blossomforth was worried that Fluttershy would show concern over the elderly stallion. Instead, she flittered to the tank and peered at the cub. She started speaking a gurgling, melodic tongue. The cub responded in kind; their conversation was brief but satisfactory from the smile on the Sol Priestess’ face.

“She’s ready,” Fluttershy said, dipping her arms into the tank as Blossomforth did the same, “don’t trip on the stallion. Malon isn’t using to being above sea level…”

“What does-” Blossom was said, “ugh, gross!”

Malon had vomited on Blossom’s uniform.

“Well, I wasn’t going to wear this again, anyway,” she stated, “where is everypony else?”

“They’re waiting outside,” Fluttershy said, “I explained everything to Malon already. She can’t wait to meet everypony.”

“Okay…” Blossomforth said, unable to comprehend the shy Pegasus mare’s distinct rapport with animals.

The trio slipped their way through Braided Silver’s mansion, and were outside in a thrice. Awaiting them were Endymion, Applejack, Rainbow, Twilight Sparkle and Pinkie Pie on simple skiff. Blossom was somewhat thankful that these sea creatures were somewhat amphibious or else their young charge would be suffocating right now. The loaded Malon on board and pushed off, but to before Blossomforth disrobed and discarded her soiled uniform.

They made their way, rowing, to the middle of the lake. There was a bubbling there and soon, Melandra and a smaller sea serpent (it was assumed that was Zola,) were wading on the surface. Upon a cry from the juvenile, both adult sea serpents made a sing-song caterwauling. Fluttershy explained this was a welcoming song amongst The Zora. When the finally reached the mated pair, they released the cub into the water. The trio had a heartwarming reunion, nuzzling and singing amongst the three. Eventually, Melandra swam up to Fluttershy, spoke a few words (the others waited for Shy’s interpretation of the conversation) and then all three dove back into the lake.

The party stayed afloat on the lake a little longer before Twilight asked the obvious, “Blossomforth, why are you naked?”