You are Bluedad C. Horace, and it had to happen sometime. Your precious daughter has joined a chorus. You wish her mother was here to see her, but she took some bait. It was pretty obvious, but you were always the brains of the relationship. You hear a thump at the porthole.

"Ow!"

She takes after her mother so much.

"That's glass, sweetie. Come in through the cargo hatch."

"Okay!"

You here some muffled voices. Crap, she's bringing her friends. You dart around the sunken cargo hold, trying to arrange the bones more neatly. Looks better, you gue-

Sonata barrels into you, clasping her hooves sweetly around you.

"Daddy!"

You hug her right back

"Welcome home, darling. How was the school?"

A pair of sirens float hesitantly by the hatch. Too bad, this is your precious time with your daughter.

"It was great! We ate sooooo much fish, and I didn't put on like, any blubber!"

You pat her on the back.

"Good, I'm glad you guys had fun. Speaking of which, why don't you introduce me to your friends?"

"Oh yeah, come in you two!"

You have to admit, they have nice scales. Sonata rubs her cheek up against the orange one.

"This is Adagio, she's super smart and responsible."

Adagio's head dips briefly in greeting, but her eyes are roving over your body.

"Charmed, Mr. Horace."

You nod back, a little flattered and somewhat conflicted.

"Likewise, young miss."

Sonata darts over to the purple one, but hangs back a little

"Aaaannnd this is Aria. She's a meanie."

Aria frowns.

"Whatever. Nice place you got here, Mr. H."

"Thank you, Aria. Not everyone can appreciate the more obscure trade routes."

Meanwhile, Adagio has not stopped looking at you. There's a hunger in her eyes. Sonata hooks a hoof around the leg of Aria.

"Come on, I gotta show you the skeleton I'm working on!"

The purple one glances at Adagio, who makes a subtle shooing motion. Aria rolls her eyes, but follows your daughter out. You eye the young siren leader.

"Can I help you?"

She smiles at that.

"Perhaps it is you who needs the help."

She swims a slow circle around you, flexing her tail seductively.

"I can tell you work hard, providing for Sonata."

You try to be discreet, but,

Dat belly.

"I get by."

She comes to a stop before you, gazing deeply into your eyes.

"Even so, this place needs a feminine touch. In fact, "

She swims up closer, her snout almost touching yours.

"I think you need a feminine touch, Mr. Horace."

You hold your breath as she trails a hoof down your chest. She pauses just a little higher than you want.

"But I really must see that skeleton. Another time, perhaps?"

She flashes you a roguish grin and swims away. Your eyes are glued to her undulating figure, a vague guilt building with a lust you haven't felt for years. As her tail-fin vanishes, you let out the breath of water you had been holding.

Damn.

Just then Aria pokes her head out from behind the bulkhead.

"Just so you know, I want to fuck you too."

...

"Duly noted."

She nods and disappears as well. You are going to a special hell.

They left with some polite good byes and sultry expressions. Sonata, bless her heart, seems to be totally oblivious.

"Those are some...interesting friends you got there."

"I know, right? Who knew they were so interested in skeletons?"

"They are?"

Truth be told, skeletal reconstruction is more of an old seahorse's hobby.

"Yeah, they kept on talking about getting boned. I said that you are an old hoof at that, so they should ask you about it."

Oh Sonata, so much like her mother.

"Will you do it? Bone my friends?"

...

"Yes, honey, since it means so much to you."

She claps her hooves in excitement.

"Then we can all bone together!"

You are going to a very special hell.