> Be Bluedad C. Horace
> 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, sweety. 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 tailfin vanishes, you let out the breath 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