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The main engineering station was crowded. Everybody was looking over K'ress' shoulder as she began to set up the weapon and shield problems. It was quickly apparent that T'cass was right. Ideas began to flow freely back and forth, theory proposed by T'lass was translated to engineering reality by the others. Along the way, notes began to appear for other applications too. Before they were done, almost every system of the D'ancer was at least noted for improvements. Even the galley's snack generator had several possible improvements laid out.

K'ress thoughtfully began to generate the necessary documentation for manuals and for T.C. files. The D'ancer's automated systems were already beginning the task of producing many of the necessary components.

The tired family retreated to the galley for snacks while the D'ancer's systems did those parts of the work that they could do. They were just starting to tuck into a late dinner when the comm system signaled. Captain T'garr looked at them out of the field.

She saluted and said, “T'garr of the M'rel warship presently known as Treh's Hunt reporting. All political officers were taken alive and have been removed to Treaty Commission custody. Only a few were wounded, none seriously. Ninety five percent of the crew have agreed to Submit voluntarily to the Warrior Clan of M'rel.

“The remaining five percent of the crew agree that their situation demands Submission to either the justice system of the Treaty Commission or to the Warrior Clan but request the time to learn more of the Warrior Clan of M'rel first. This time has been granted to them. They wish to speak with members of the Warrior Clan to clear up their difficulties of understanding so that they can make proper decisions. Is this acceptable?”

Lezon smiled, ears pointed directly forward, as she replied, “Very well done, Captain T'garr. You got more of your crew to agree than I expected. We presently need to get some rest but will be happy to speak with those who need a better understanding of this complex situation. Please let the entire crew, including the ones who have not yet made up their minds, know that we respect you all and accept the Submission of those who have offered it. Expect us to come in person to your vessel about the middle of the watch after this.”

Captain T'garr nodded briskly and replied, “It will be an honor to have you aboard. T'garr out.” The field went blank.

When the D'ancer's small crew awoke, they found several messages waiting for them. One was from T'garr, reporting on the progress of repairs to the battle damage from tangling with the D'ancer earlier. One was from the Treaty Commission formally notifying them of the time, several months away, now set to begin negotiations for the new Treaty. The official delegations for the Combined Clans and the M'cratt would be coming to the TC outpost where they already were as a formal recognition of the importance of the Warrior Clan of M'rel to the Treaty Commission. The last message was a private one from the Feront. Their drive test torpedo had been launched to meet up with the Feront City Ship that was presently guarding M'rel.

Their first priority was to see what all the D'ancer's automated systems had done. It was an impressive list. Some of the things that were done, still needed the new superconducting cable harness that the Feront was manufacturing for them. Some others were completely ready to install. After breakfast snacks, they set to work, getting all that they could do installed.

A comm chime interrupted their labor. It was the Feront, cheerfully suggesting, “Friends of the Warrior Clan of M'rel! I have finished your new superconducting harness and the new power capsule for your vessel. It is suggested that you carry out your task of accepting the Submission of the Treh's Hunt while I carry out this part of your refit.

“Until all is properly installed and tested, you may take temporary quarters aboard my City ship. This will only take about two days.”

Lezon replied, “We need to finish fastening down a few parts that we made last watch. Here, I am transmitting the details to you as part of our agreement.”

T'cass was managing the torque settings of the tools and letting the kits do the actual fastening. They were delighted by the vibration and loud chattering roars of the tools!

Over the din, the Feront replied to Lezon, “Some of the items on this list of equipment that you have made will be stored in your secure hold A. They will be crated and secured as cargo. According to Treaty Commission Charter, these upgrades to weapon and shielding systems can not be installed while you are here at the base.”

T'cass nodded, “Reasonable. We will signal T'garr to send us a lighter. That way we will be out of your scales while you work here.”

The Feront made a fake scratching like a poorly groomed Clanner with fleas. “I fear, friend T'cass, that you will be more in my scales here in my City ship. Still, you are most welcome.”

The lighter was flown by a single M'cratt. She greeted them, “I am your pilot, appointed by T'garr. I have as yet earned no Name, being known as Pilot A246J34, but offer to you my Submission to the Warrior Clan of M'rel. I will fight by your side and learn from you.” She knelt and held forth a plain, smoothly polished Warrior's Knife. It was etched with the sign of the Triple Goddess.

Lezon touched the offered knife and stepped back. T'cass was next, followed by K'ress. T'cill, K'sere and T'lass touched her blade after their Clan mothers.

Lezon smiled and stated, “We, of the Warrior Clan of M'rel, take your Submission, Pilot A246J34. As you will fight by our side and learn from us, so we shall fight by your side and teach you all that we know of Conflict.”

Settling into her piloting couch and strapping in, Pilot said, “I was raised with the V'naris and the Way. When Captain T'garr presented your reasoning in being a Warrior Clan, I was amazed. I have thought hard on it since. I find no flaw and join you gladly.

“As T'garr told you, much ill is happening in the Empire. Worse, it is stemming directly from the Imperial Triad themselves. I am pleased that you are not renouncing the Way. That knowledge made it possible for me to come to you.”

As the lighter approached the Treh's Hunt, the extent of the damage caused by the D'ancer's single, well timed and accurately aimed shot became apparent. The pilot noticed that T'lass, in particular, was doing more than simply staring. She was making both images and extensive notes covering the depth, diameter, crater shape, and the extent of the hull cracks radiating from the sites of the destroyed battery and the failed shield generator.

As they completed docking, they were greeted by T'garr and some of her ranking officers. She told them, “All of those who wish to hear more before they are ready to Submit to the Warrior Clan of M'rel are gathered in our Primary Mess and General Meeting compartment.” She smiled and indicated their pilot. “A246J34 wanted to submit directly to you. I see that she did.”

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Captain T'garr was led away the Treaty Commission. She was smiling. Not only had she Submitted to Lezon Treh K'lass, the long missing M'cratt War Leader, in doing so, she had secured the chance for safety for both herself and her crew. If she had not, both she and her crew would have to answer to the Treaty Commission for the unsuccessful attack on the D'ancer that had been ordered by Political Officer S'nake.

Data plates quietly came back into view. The Feront said, “While all of this interesting business has been going on, I have been working in my shops. Your drive test torpedo will be ready in about ten more hours. I have disguised it as a standard message torpedo which will be sent to my City in the system of M'rel.

“Its transit times and recovery should tell us all that we need to know about the safety of this drive system.”

Lezon nodded her thanks absently. She was working on a set of specifications for new superconducting cables based specifically on tachyon pairing. Pointing her ears at the plate in concentration, she added a last few micro key strokes with expert claws. Smiling, she handed the plate to the Feront with a cheerful, “This is under T.C. Security, according to the agreement just made. It might alter your plans for building the torpedo a tiny bit.”

The Feront's tail went dead straight and it crouched still, as if ready to spring. It said quietly, “Shall I make up a new superconducting harness for the D'ancer in addition to the other items agreed to?”

T'lass asked thoughtfully, “Will it work regardless of the drive system used? If so, please do.”

M'kah looked at T'lass and commented, “You haven't even seen what Lezon has just proposed. Isn't it a bit quick to make a judgment call like that?”

T'lass replied, “I trust mommy Lezon and I saw the Feront's reaction. Those two things tell me that the idea is good engineering. I will see it soon. That is part of my job. I have a few ideas along other theoretical lines that I am contemplating just now.”

C'rinn raised her eyebrows at that tidbit of news. Shortly, the T.C. Representatives left on their other official business.

As soon as they were alone, Lezon smiled down at T'lass and asked, “What was the Feront's news that might interest us?”

T'lass scuffed the deck with her foot and looked down as she said, “The Empire has closed K'lass' School of All Conflict. K'lass was exiled to F'roff, which is only fifteen C years from here. She has been restricted to teaching kits the elements of the V'naris as a system of hand to hand combat only.

“The range is short, an ideal test run for the new drives. The test run to F'roff would also give us the time and the chance to upgrade our firepower. It is possible that your teacher may be willing to begin a new School of All Conflict on M'rel. If she consents to do so, it will become an important part of our new planetary educational system.”

Lezon raised the kit's face with a hand under the chin and smiled at her. “This is indeed well thought of, T'lass. As soon as we have the test results back, we can do everything that you have suggested.” Pausing to ruffle T'lass' juvenile mane, she added, “There is a true Warrior lurking in your head.”

T'lass looked up into Lezon's eyes and smiled. She said, “Thank you, Mommy. Now, may I see that idea that you had for a paired tachyon superconductor? I have an idea or two of my own along those lines but I lack the engineering knowledge to be sure of them.”

Lezon smiled and handed the data plate to T'lass. Lezon silently signaled the others to be quiet. T'lass frowned and activated a textbook on her own data plate. She followed what she found with a claw tip, tracing something. She stared off at nothing for a few minutes and reset her plate to sketch mode and began to trace something out. Several times, she redid parts of her sketch. She changed modes again and began to type quickly with her claw tips on the micro keys.

She handed the data plate to Lezon, saying, “Our text is pretty basic about weapon layouts. If the text is right, this should work. I'm sure that it will be needing a lot more engineering to make it work properly. What do you think, Mommy Lezon?”

Lezon glanced at the plate and simply handed it directly to K'ress saying, “You are the best engineer among us. Will this thing do what I think it will?”

K'ress took out her own data plate and began typing and sketching. She looked up and stated, “If you think that it will punch right through the strongest shields in known space, you are right. Kit's right too. It will need a good bit of work to make it fire safely but the basic idea is sound.

“Shields usually distribute the incoming weapon energy across the entire surface of the shield and radiate it outward. This little monstrosity confines the hit into a circular eddy current that more than doubles the shield strength at the outside edge of eddy but reduces it to nearly nothing in the middle. Might be off by a fair bit on these preliminary figures but it looks like about seventy five to eighty percent of the tachyon beam energy should go right through that hole.

“If we can fit this to our present guns without any other increase in output energy we should be able to knock out a medium cruiser. If we actually do the full upgrade that T'lass has indicated, we should be able to take on almost any vessel except, possibly, a Feront City ship.

“My only reservation in that regard is shields. Ours will only upgrade about ten percent.”

T'cill and K'sere were squabbling in a good natured way over their data plates. K'sere was saying, “It's a good idea, T'cill, but it won't work like that! Here, see the problem? We need to do it some other way.”

T'cass gently scooped up their plates, looked at their work and commented, “You know, our other daughters aren't exactly stupid. I think that this will take care of your shield problems, K'ress.” She handed over the plates of the other two kits to K'ress, who studied them thoughtfully.

T'cass suggested, “Data plates are all well and good, but we should go the main engineering station and let K'ress set things up while we all comment. Everybody here seems to have good ideas and we are setting off chains of thought in each other as we sort them out. Let's see what we can do together.”

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They were led through the many corridors of the Treh's Hunt to a large room, about three fourths filled with Warriors from the ship. Several had assorted injuries that had been tended to but were still under bandages.

T'garr started the meeting.

“Good Warriors, I have before you the Warrior Clan of M'rel. They have come to answer your questions about their unique fusion of our Warrior's Way and the Clans. Ask what you will and they will answer what they can of your doubts.

“Understand this also. You have few choices for the path forward. You may join the rest of the crew and I in accepting the way of the Warrior Clan which will also shield you from the Treaty Commission's justice system. You may also reject this choice and go to the Treaty Commission, accepting their ruling about your part in the recent criminal actions initiated by Political Officer S'nake.

“The Warrior Clan has, in its first triad, TWO of the highest accolade graduates of K’lass’s School of All Conflict, Lezon Treh K'lass, and the only Claner trained by that famous school, T'cass. It was T'cass who led the Clans to their winning the last war. By this, you may know that there is no misunderstanding of the Warrior's Way involved.”

One of the audience pointed out, “Then what about those three attacks on inhabited worlds after M'onafar?”

T'cass nodded, “Those did happen. When the Strategy Board would not listen to reason and went ahead with those plans, I contacted the Treaty Commission with the knowledge and resigned. That is how the Treaty Commission was able to stop those attacks while the fleets sent to carry them out were still enroute. The losses suffered by the Clans in those engagements led to the final peace negotiations and to the massive economic depression in Clan space that followed. I managed the conflict as well as I could and keep the Way. I had no part in attacking civil populations and did what was possible to defend them.”

The one who had asked replied, “I see. Who you were and your part in the last war, we were told. That it was you who saved our worlds we were not told. That was the core of my reservations. How did our War Leader from that conflict come to be by your side now?”

Lezon stepped forward and answered, “That question needs a little ground work laid.

“At K'stall, I and T'cass fought. Neither of us could get a clear advantage but she ran out of weapon energy and her missiles were already gone. She rolled her craft to a Submission and offered her Knife. I refused it, and gave her the Obligation of Conflict instead. I escorted her back to safety.

“I think that the problems that are now plaguing the Empire were already beginning. After K'stall I sent home Captain D'saric in disgrace for killing the helpless prisioners on the old interstellar signal laser. Her blatant failure to follow the Way cost us priceless intelligence. The Imperial Triad had no choice but to execute her. She was a close friend to S'tabbin of the Imperial Triad, who personally gave her command of her vessel.

At M'onafar, my wing was in the second wave. After the sun dive we launched. Well away from the Hand of Claws, I was hit from behind by a low power disruptor shot. I had only one superconducting cable left. It was from the capsule to the disruptors. I tried to repair the damage but the cable was just too short to reach the inertial drive. I tried to bridge the last few centimeters with some copper. The drive failed explosively, nearly killing me.

“T'cas found me unconscious in the wreck of my talon during the after battle salvage and recoginzed my ship. She concealed the evidence of the assassination attempt and paid for my regeneration. When I recovered enough, she took my Submission rather than making me a slave, no matter what the Clan law said.”

The whole room paused to think through all that they were learning. One nodded quietly and pointed out, “All of Lezon's wing were Warriors. The order to assassinate her could not have originated in the fleet. They would have refused it for sure. It had to be an Imperial order, relayed through M'ace. I wonder what they used to get her to comply with it?”

Lezon replied sadly, “We will never know, now. She was killed when we destroyed the Hand of Claws.”

The one that had been speaking to them now turned to the others in the room. “My doubts are at rest. We were all agreed that the explanation of how a Warrior Clan could be was good. Our doubts lay in issues of history. Do any of the rest of you have further questions?”

There was a quiet rumble of negatives. One whimsically asked, “Even the Warrior Clan's kits have Names. How are Names earned in the Warrior Clans?”

K'sere answered, “One name is given to each member of a Clan. It makes interpersonal relations easier. That is long standing Clan custom. Other Names will need to be earned through merit, by Warrior custom.”

T'cass added, “When you form triads, you will register them with Captain T'garr. You will be allowed to choose your Clan names at that time. As an example, we are the Warrior Clan of M'rel. I am T'cass,” putting a hand on K'ress' shoulder she went on, “She is K'ress. Lezon Treh K'lass is fully Named. Our kits are T'cill, K'sere, and T'lass. Yes, she is T'lass of the Question.”

Heads all over the room regarded the kit and nodded slowly. Almost as one, they knelt and offered their knives, backs to the assembled Warrior Clan. The one leading them said humbly, “We Submit to the Warrior Clan of M'rell. We will learn from you and fight by your side.”

Lezon touched the back of the knife of the group's leader and replied, “We, the Warrior Clan of M'rel, accept your Submission. We will teach you all that we may of Conflict. We will fight by your side. Warriors, we welcome you.”

One of the bandaged crew raised a hand for recognition. “My question has nothing to do with our Submission. I was well away from the battery that you destroyed and was still injured some by the blast. How did you manage that with only a trivial 70 megatons?”

To the surprise of the crew in the compartment, it was T'lass who answered, “It is not appropriate to fully answer that here at the Treaty Commission base. With that knowledge, you could greatly increase your battle readiness in violation of the T.C. Charter. You will be fully apprised of that and other major upgrades to your vessel when you are in Warrior Clan Space.”

T'garr added, “Things that T'lass has thought of, the Question and the damage that we suffered while they were trying to NOT destroy us are why they have made her their Minister of Technology and War. Trust me, she thinks far deeper than the average kit. It was explained to me by the Treaty Commission that their weaponry was legal because it was NOT covered by the Treaty.”

Heads nodded thoughfully all about the room. One observed, “I think that it is going to be fun to learn from and fight by the side of the Warrior Clan.”

All the others of the Warrior Clan followed Lezon's lead in raising their claws in salute to their new followers. As they were returning to their shuttle, Lezon quietly informed Captain T'garr, “Any orders that you may have had from the Empire are now voided. As soon as your ship is able to safely travel, you are dispatched to the system of M'rel. There, the Feront City ship watching our system for us will begin your upgrades. During a good part of that, which involves better power capsules, drives, and a unique superconducting harness that will replace much of your present power distribution system, your ship will be unable to fight. You will be given the specifications for the new shielding and weapons which you will have to manufacture and install on your own. The Feront, being a part of the Treaty Commission, cannot do those things.”

Captain T'garr nodded. “What of planetside leave? I understand that the world is safe.”

It was T'lass who responded, “With the understanding that simply because we cannot get any of the local diseases, there may be many other dangers present, provisionally, yes. Select a substantial island, isolated from any larger land masses for now. We are not planning any mining or other resource exploitation of M'rel except for what the Feront may be doing in the polar regions. The Feront has now mapped the world and can offer you appropriate guidance on a good location.”

T'garr smiled as she added, “Now, being released by the Treaty Commission is our only problem. We have done sufficient repairs to be travel worthy.”

T'cass put away her comm unit. “I have just notified the TC that we have dispatched you to M'rell. They are preparing your clearance now. You should receive it within the hour.”

As they were taking places aboard the shuttle, their pilot smiled as she told them, “We have all heard about your naming rules! When next we meet, I will have my Warrior Clan Name! I hope that you can understand how much that means to us all! Your meeting was broadcast throughout the ship so that we could all see and hear what our new Government had to say.

“You have made us happy with our decision to join you. Many of us, myself included, could see the value of your new Way and were unhappy with what is happening in the Empire. That did not make us happy to leave the Empire that we have served all of our lives. Now we have been allowed to submit to a better Way. We will learn from you. We will fight by your side!”

The return flight to the Feront City ship was purely routine.

T'lass did make a call to Captain T'garr. “Captain, when you have your ship refitted according to our specifications, you will need to re name her as the first ship of M'rel's navy. Your new ship's name will be Blue Sun Rising.

“As soon as the Blue Sun Rising is battle ready, register her with the Treaty Commission as a M'rel Medium Cruiser. We have heavier ships planned. Besides giving your crew land leave, we hope that you and the Feront can begin to set up ship building facilities on one of the resource rich moons of the other planets.

“Of course the military side of such a ship yard will have to be fully separate from what the Feront can do. While the City Ship is of the Treaty Commission, and bound by its Charter, the whole rest of the system of M'rel is not.”

T'garr grinned and her ears took a jaunty angle as she replied, “Understood, Minister of War, T'lass. This should be a fascinating posting. At least, it won't just be dull sentry duty. I will see to it that we carry out these orders to the best of our ability. We do have a very good engineering and damage control staff that will appreciate the challenge.”

T'lass's tail twitched as if she was stalking prey as she replied, “I did study your crew roster before making that assignment. Of more importance, we are transmitting to you the general specifications of the ships that the yard should be prepared to produce.” She raised her student's knife, back to T'garr, and added, “A Good Hunt to you!”

T'garr repeated the gesture, ears forward and smiling as she responded, “Your Conflicts here will also be fascinating, a Good Hunt to you as well.”

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Captains Allison, Aril, Mogar and Hulden, along with their Battle Commandings, Danar and Daron were all studying the situation surrounding the construction raft.

It was Sarina, the Carlyle's Battle Commanding who pointed out, “We need to have a special sweep around the raft, Danar. Be as far out as you can and still see the target. If the Borens have another spy ship watching this raft, like the Petral was for the fleet, we need to either sink it or capture it.”

Around the table, heads were nodding agreement. “No sense in letting Karl know that we have his raft any sooner than absolutely necessary.”

Aril smiled grimly, “And when he does find out, we can make it as confusing for him as possible. Remember, we are still not actually part of the Corlis fleet at the present. Let's fly those Winternight fleet black banners.”

The others all looked at each other and nodded slowly, “Why not? A great notion, Aril.”

Captain Sile was striding the poop deck of Karl's Eye. In this choppy sea it was easier to move about a bit than it was to simply stand. His high lookout, in his bosun's chair on the tall whipstaff attached to the main mast, sent down a tallow-slate note. The loop of line bearing it also carried a fresh slate up to him.

The watch runner brought the slate with its puzzling message, “Small vessel approaching swiftly from east north east.”

Captain Sile shook his head at that. A small vessel coming swiftly from open sea and not the building raft that they were there to watch? It made little sense at all. Soon the regular lookouts had it, only thirty kilometers away. It had a bizarre sail plan, apparently, but high lookout was right! It was closing fast!

It made less sense the closer the strange craft got. Besides bearing crazy sails in masts like none seen before, it was flying a fleet banner that was simply a black flag with a line of white characters near the uphaul.

As it slashed its way into hailing drum range it arrogantly pounded out, “In the name of the Great Sea Dragons, surrender and return to Great Laws or be destroyed!”

Captain Sile snapped, “Catapults! Fire at that insolent boat!”

Aboard the Corlis Avenger, Danar watched the lances launched from Karl's Eye arch up high, for maximum range and splash harmlessly far short of them. To Behar, standing beside the drum, he called, “We have our answer! Load a rigging destroyer!”

Jims and Mahad leaped to load the proper round onto the loading ramp and slide it into place in the big already tensioned catapult! Danar swept the Corlis Avenger about to aim at Karl's Eye's broad side. She had been using only a pair of jibs and the mizzen gaff sail to basically hold her position relative to the raft that she had been watching.

As Cora and Kanahar gave Danar the range mark, he watched the aiming beads carefully. This choppy water was lifting the bow higher than usual, giving him a chance at a high rigging shot! His mallet slammed the release! While recoil drove both catapult and ship back at once, the rigging destroyer roared across the space between vessels, spinning madly!

It sailed high, almost to the mast tops, its wildly spinning heavy weights on their cables snagging and ripping away ordinary rigging and catching the vital mainbrace between the foremast and main, snapping it like a thread! Without its support, the force of the wind in the jibs began to bow the foremast toward the bow! With a slow crunching and snapping the mast crashed down alongside the bowsprit, crushing the forward catapult under it!

The crews of two of the remaining catapults were frantically sawing at the ghastly tangle of ropes and fallen ratlines to free their weapons!

Captain Sile watched the disaster happening up forward in disbelief! His mainyard and its big sail had broken under the force of the remaining rigging between it and the falling foremast! His catapulters were trying, but that deadly menace was staying far out of range!

Aboard the Corlis Avenger, the crew took a moment to cheer while Danar was working to bring them to a dead on stern shot. Jims and Mahad were heaving on their long winding levers to winch the catapult back to its lock. Danar gave them a thumbs up and called, “Hull breacher!”

As they wrestled the heavy round onto the loading ramp and pushed it into place, Mahad commented casually, “We sort of thought that you would want this. Rudder shot again, like the Petral?”

Danar nodded briefly, his eye glued to the sighting plate and aiming beads. Cora and Kanahar gave him his range mark. As the bobbing of the Avenger brought the right bead onto the target, his mallet slammed down!

The impact of the massive hull breacher hurled Captain Sile from his feet! As he hit the deck he heard the creaking and smashing of Strong Skin inside his ship as it failed! He was trying to get to his feet as the mizzen mast, broken below-decks, came crashing down, smashing him to the deck! The last thing that he heard, his ear to the deck, was the sound of a torrent of water rushing into his now sinking ship.

The Avenger waited nearby until the Karl's Eye plunged into the depths. They found nine survivors in the debris field of the wreck. As they had done before, the survivors were bound and placed under a net.

The Avenger finished her sweep and rejoined the attack group closing in on the unsuspecting building raft.

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The next morning found a huge flurry of activity in the Palace of Friendship! The stage doors were open and the several hundred mares going in were a parade of pony pulchritude!

Red was giggling to a friend, “I always dreamed of opening in the Palace, but somehow I never even guessed that I would be doing strips on the main stage!”

“I know what you mean, Red! I lucked out and got in on the side stages Saddle Arabian strips! Kin is going to be giving me the intro this morning!”

“I got mine last night! It is absolutely amazing! When she is done you don't feel any different at all, until the music starts! It's sort of like remembering but you are remembering something that you never knew before! After that, it is just the most natural thing in the world!”

Another one was shaking her head in wonder, “When Ohula and I suggested this thing to Pinkie, we never dreamed that she would pull together something like this! We had in mind maybe the dancers from two or three clubs getting together for a big several hour strip show for the benefit. Now, WOW! And all five club owners are behind this a hundred percent!”

With every mare inside and the doors shut, Pinkie got up on stage and announced, “OK, my mares! This show will open the day after tomorrow! Foamy and Clarice have been teaching you all your parts! Now we get to see and be a part of the first full undress rehearsal!

“We don't really know how long we will be running. We have permission to keep the show going until we stop getting paying customers. Frankly, I hope that it is a LONG run!

“The Gryphon Empire have been our allies in FIVE wars! When we have had disasters, like the Southern Bay Hurricane, they were flying in aid as fast as we were. They have been that rare thing among nations, real, solid friends, always there when we needed them. We have helped them a time or two in the past as well.

“Now, they really need us to be there for them! This earthquake was not some minor temblor. They only have two working Aeries of Healing left and both of them are damaged. We opened an emergency trauma hospital for them, as you have surely heard. It is far worse than just that.

“The Gryphons liked to build on hill and mountain sides. They lost almost seventy percent of their aerie homes and lots of their farms even.

“They need every copper bit that we can raise to help them rebuild.”

She stopped to sniffle, “They have not found any more survivors since three days ago and have stopped searching for them.

“Kin, Rarity, would you come up here please? So that these great dancers can see the amazing mares who have done so much!”

Kin came up to the stage and stood beside Pinkie. Rarity joined her.

Pinkie told the crowd, “Rarity and Kin have done the costumes for this event! They refused to charge a single copper bit for any of their work or materials, and some of the cloths used were not cheap!

“Besides this, Kin is the one who has been doing surgeries on injured Gryphons alongside our wonderful Princess Luna! Between them, they have done over a hundred patients so far. This afternoon, the trains will be bringing us the last three hundred and forty six earthquake victims. Kin is gonna be a busy pony.

“But not before she takes all of those who are going to be doing the side stage Saddle Arabian dance strips and sorta builds that into you.

“I've said enough, I hope. Saddle Arabian learners go over to the right side stage so that Kin can do her thing for you!

“Let's get this party hoppin'!”

Among those joining Kin at the right side stage, were AJ, Rarity, and the DJ, Vinyl Scratch. Vinyl explained, “Kin and I spent part of this morning digging up good music for you guys! Adding to the fun, our Princess Twilight has put a sound containing spell around the audience area of each side stage. The main stage gets a totally different sound and I get to manage BOTH at once!”

That drew giggles from everypony there!

Rarity explained, “Minty and I will be sewing up these new Saddle Arabian dance outfits as soon as we get free here. We will have the lot of them ready by this afternoon, in time for the second rehearsal.”

One of the mares awaiting her turn to get the Saddle Arabian dance “treatment” pointed out into the shadows of the back audience area. “Um, don't want to stir things up, but somepony is out there in the shadows, watching.”

Kin looked up, “Oh, we know. Don't mind them, it is just Princess Twilight, Princess Luna, Princess Celestia and the Gryphon Ambassador. They want to watch the dress rehearsals. That's all.”

Out at the main stage, Foamy and Clarice were explaining, “The dances will be just like our practices, for this first run, the back curtain is open so that we can see if the stage hands are having any problems with the sets. We start with closed front curtain, our lead dancer comes through to begin the piece, curtain opens and the chorus dancers begin, following the lead!”

Pointing to Vinyl, they exclaimed, “Intro first, and follow with Hall of the Shetland King! Hit it, Vinyl!”

The music began and the lead dancer came through the curtain, into the spotlight to begin. She danced for only a few moments before the curtain lifted to reveal five other dancers following her movements. Shortly she peeled away part of her top. The others followed. The strip was going in a fairly “normal” way. Top, then skirt fronts, so that what was left became a train, showcasing their tails!

The costumes had deeply cut bare backs and now were low cut in front to showcase the dancer's fine boobs! After several slow coordinated turns to show low cut bare backs and equally low cut bare fronts, they had formed a V shape when the lead dancer's wings seemed to appear from nowhere! The two dancers directly back of her turned one left and one right, wings seeming to simply appear as they turned! The back row of three turned and revealed wings as well!

The set had been moved in without seeming problems while the intro dance was happening. The dancers separated into two rows, framing the set. Their wings facing the audience, were lifted high, the far wings pointing towards the set as the music transitioned to the classic Hall of the Shetland King!

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A sequel to Dee 1/2 Demon

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Their first frantic searching got the attention of Constable Canra. He notified Magistrate Lim who came in person to the waterfront and calmly organized the search for Ichuru.

“About the stolen boat, we have the fishermen from all the present boats and the Sea Lion's crew. I need the Cormorant to search the coast toward Wan Wei and let the first several villages of Wan Wei Provence know of the theft. The Hawk of the Sea must search up the Sabo coast to let villages that way know of the stolen boat.

“The fishermen from the sunken Chrysanthemum of the Sea cannot be found and may have something to do with the crime.”

A panting runner was escorted to the Magistrate. “Magistrate Lim san! The criminal Minami has escaped from the road gang where he was working off his sentence! As fast as we found it out, I was sent to let you know!”

“I see, good runner. Is it known when he got away?”

“Not for sure, Magistrate. Some time last night is all that we are sure of.”

“I believe that we have what is needed to know. The stolen boat, the Sea Lion, belonged to him but is held by his crew against debits that he owes. The missing child, Ichuru san, is his son. Until we know otherwise, we must assume that he abducted the child and stole the boat both of which he complained were his. The missing fishermen may have been a part of this crime.”

There being no other thing that they could do, the search now being in other hands, Tanira, Minara and Takahara opened the Fish Market. Many came to them but mostly to express their good wishes for Ichuru's safe return.

Shaking her head, the long pins in her bun making arcs as she spoke, Magistrat Lim's cook offered, “We can hope for your son's safe return, Tanira san. I mean, it appears that it was his father who took the child. Surely he would not attempt to harm his own son?”

“I do hope so, widow Horichi san. I fear that may not be the case. Minami has been mad since he came back from the War to Unify Corutsu. These last four or five moons, he has been getting worse. He now sees every misfortune that he has as part of some vast plot by Dee and her fellow owners in the Shop of Repairs.”

Shaking her head sadly as she wrapped the cook's order, she added with a slight chuckle, though there was a catch in her voice, “I have truly seen him drop a fish and blame them! Nothing is ever his fault, even when there is no other but himself to blame.”

Minara took the widow's cash of copper and looked about, tears at the corners of her eyes. Speaking softly, she said simply, “I miss little brother.”

Horichi san asked sympathetically, “Little brother? Are you not an Emancipated minor?”

Indicating Takahara as well as herself, Minara replied, “Miko san has looked into the matter. Even though Emancipated, we can still be adopted by Tanira san. We want to be part of her family.”

Eyes slitted in anger, the large cleaver in Takahara's hand took the head off of a large red snapper in a single powerful but precisely controlled stroke! She growled, “If any harm MY little brother, they had better pray to the Perfected Ones that the Constables find them first!”

She added the head to the tasty fish soup that was simmering for the luncheon crowd. The rice was already done and awaiting hungry customers.

Shortly before noon word came up from the docks! “The Sea Lion is returning! They are rowing hard into the wind! They will be docking in perhaps a half hour or a bit more!”

As Tanira and the girls put out fires and rushed to the dock, they found Magistrate Lim and no less than six of his constables barring the way!

Bowing politely to Tanira, he stated, “Whatever the reason, they are returning voluntarily. While it is certain that crimes are involved we must wait to see what has and is transpiring.”

Bowing in return, she responded, “As always, Magistrate Lim san, you are an unfailing guide to both law and compassion where it is possible. Takahara san, Minara san and myself will be guided by your wisdom.”

Takahara shaded her eyes and her lip corner lifted in a snarl. “They may thank the Perfected Ones that you are here, Magistrate Lim san. I do not see Ichuru in the Sea Lion.”

The Magistrate bowed to her and agreed, “I also do not see him. However, they are returning voluntarily. We shall first find out what has happened, then we shall do whatever is needful under the laws.”

Takahara took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Bowing in return, she said softly, “It shall be so. I thank you for your guidance, Magistrate Lim san. However, if harm or worse has befallen the one who is as a brother to me, I shall be following close in the hope that any of them try to escape you.”

He chuckled as he replied with a conversational head bob, “Spoken like a true Second Dan Brown Belt! If they have any wisdom at all, they will not try to flee my arrest but if they do . . . Your assistance will be appreciated.”

The Sea Lion was met by two constables, who saw to securing it to the dock. One pointed into the boat and slung his naginata over his shoulder by it's sling.

In the boat, Minami lifted the limp form of Ichuru to the constable. He bailed out onto the dock and took the body in his arms, yelling, “Murder! That vile ONI and her evil witches have murdered my son!”

At the Magistrate's nodd of permission, Tanira, grim of face, stepped forward and simply laid two fingers to the boy's neck! She looked at his soaked clothing and turned to the Magistrate! “I need a constable quickly to gain evidence!”

He nodded permission and one followed her directly to the docked boat! Without entering the boat she pointed and asked, “Constable san, do you see the place where my son was laying in the boat? Is it still wet?”

“It is, Tanira san.”

She pointed to a pair of the men in the boat. “Are they soaked too?”

“They are, Tanira san.”

“Look closely, Constable san. Do you see my son's toy boat that he took with him?”

He shaded his eyes and gazed piercingly about the Sea Lion. “I do not, Tanira san.”

She pointed, “Those are my son's floats that he wore. Are they folded neatly and are they dry?”

“They do seem dry and they are folded neatly. I need to enter the boat to get them in order to see if they are dry.”

The boat rocked some as he stepped in and lifted up the floats. “There is no dampness to the floats or where they lay. They have not been in the water today.”

“I thank you, Constable san. Bring the floats and report all that we have found to the Magistrate, please.”

Easily seeing where this was all leading, Minami tried to loudly override the Constable's report, “You do not understand! He was murdered by that monster and her witches! They will have to bring him back to life! They have done enough of murder! Hundreds have died at that creature's claws!”

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Things went quietly and happily for the next few days. Besides fish sales, the whole Fish Market gang, Minara, Takahara, Tanira, and Ichuru, would take out one of the Shop of Repairs' larger boats to fish for crabs and sand sharks. Besides those, they often took snappers, flounders, sea bass and rock cod to liven their sales displays.

At their now almost “traditional” dinners with the Shop of Repairs gang, which included all of those working for the Shop of Repairs, the Chiasu Estate, and Sabo's Better Fish Market, Miko suggested, “Tanira san, Minara has told me that since Magistrate Lim separated your debits and Minami's you are no longer in debit. Rather, you have caught up those that are properly yours and are making cash beyond what you owe.”

Tanira, a little worried at where Miko was going with this, nodded a bow and replied, “That is so, Miko san. Why have you brought this up?”

Dee, at the long table's head answered, “Minara san and Takahara san have asked us if they can be released to work for you, that is why!” Pulling a comic frown, she went on, “They like you better than us!”

Smiling now, Tanira bowed deeply to both girls and replied, “I shall be most happy to have them, but on two conditions. First, my house is so empty without Minami's boasting and bluster, that I wish them to live there with me, as a family with Ichuru san. It will be good to have friends and peace in the house for a change.

“Secondly, they must be willing to accept at least five more of copper cash daily, making a full ten. It has been wonderful to have them but their help is worth far more than I have been able to pay before this.”

Ichuru, eyes alight, clapped his hands and exclaimed, “That is wonderful, Mother san! They are as sisters to me already!”

Tanira smiled happily and hugged her son as she said fondly, “Ichuru san, they have not yet accepted my conditions.”

Takahara simply whooped and pounded Minara on the back! “She does want us! Yes, Tanira sanma! When we asked, we were afraid that you might not want us underfoot all the time!”

Tanira nodded a deep bow to them both. “You are indeed most welcome to work with me and share my home.”

Turning to the head of the table again, she asked, “Dee san, how will this affect our agreements, which are only oral and made in conversation? Especially about ice? But other things too, like using your boats to fish for crabs?”

Dee nodded thoughtfully, “Tanira san, I can see no reason to make any changes to our present practices, including having you all here for dinner.”

Patsu took up, “Got an offer for you. I will soon have three new girls that I need to train. Would you accept as a training project a boat of twelve paces length? It will be equipped with fan like lateen sails, like some of our larger boats and set up for sail, oars, and to fish how you would like.”

Instead of temporizing, because she well knew her hosts, she bowed deeply and inquired, “Could it be set up for trolling but have space to install nets later if it seems wise?”

Patsu simply nodded a bit of a bow as she replied, “I will see to it.”

Ichuru, forgetting his manners in his excitement, waived his arms and called, “Can I help to make it, Patsu?”

Tanira corralled her offspring and remonstrated gently, “She can answer you, Ichuru san, as soon as you ask politely.”

Abashed, but still eager, he bowed deeply and offered, “Patsu san, apologies for my unruly eagerness. May I please be allowed to assist in the making of mother Tamira san's fishing boat?”

Patsu returned his bow and replied, “When your other work, which includes some lessons in reading, writing and figuring, is done, you may help us to build that boat.”

One of the young ladies bowed to him and asked, “Do you still have that toy boat that I gave to you?”

“I love it, Ontara san! I keep it and my floats at the Fish Market. Mother, um, Tanira san lets me take it down to the shingle beach to play with it, as long as I wear my floats and Takahara san is there too, in case I fall into the water. She can swim really well.”

Looking about, he felt secure enough in this company to confess, “Sometimes I fall in on purpose so that Takahara san will pull me back to shore.”

A giggling Takahara grinned, “I can always tell when he's going to do it, too! He pushes the boat over to the shore, so that the wind can't take it away. As soon as he does, I get ready!”

The whole table, including his mother, had a good laugh at the whole idea.

After the friendly and actually productive meal, Takahara and Minara happily called, “Wait for us, Tanira san! We don't have a lot to pack!”

When they came down with their first arm loads, Patsu had an odd looking cart waiting for them. Seeing both Tanira and Ichuru's interest, she explained, “We use this cart to bring our boats up to the boat house when we are done for the day. Its shape has room for a keel under the boats with sails. Beats dragging them up that boat ramp.”

Tanira tilted her head quizzically as she asked, “You bring them up each night? Why? Other fishers only bring their boats out once a week or so.”

Patsu jerked a rude thumb at the door and the street beyond as she spat, “Minami. If we leave them out, he will try to ruin them somehow. It has happened three times already.”

Nodding slowly, Tanira nearly whispered, “I can see how that might be, Patsu san.”

The cart loaded, they pulled it out of the Chiasu Warehouse.

Minami was waiting, but across the street from them as required by Magistrate Lim's order, and the Constable who stood patiently beside him. He sneered loudly, gloatingly, “So, thrown out by the Demon spawn for helping another? Where will you go now, worthless ones? Nobody wants orphans like you!”

To everyone's surprise, it was Ichuru who snapped back, “Silence, Foul One! They are coming home to be my sisters! You are not a father to me! I turn my back to you!”

The enraged Minami started to charge across the street to strike the boy! Takahara dropped the pull bar of the cart and slid into a dangerous karate combat stance. Unneeded this time! A fast swipe with the handle end of the constable's ceremonial but very functional naginata had him down face first in a tangle of tripped legs! Before could catch his breath, his arms were bound behind his back!

As he was being led away, they all overheard, “Didn't you hear what my insolent son called me?”

“I did. I also heard your provocation. Why do you always assume the worst of others without the bother of asking what is happening?”

The next morning was a happy one in Tanira's suddenly busy household! The girls had taken Ichuru out to clean, weed and harvest the fairly extensive but much neglected kitchen garden!

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Later, at the Minami house, Fisherman Minami closed his eyes and took a deep breath before saying anything. Carefully, he bowed his head and apologized to his wife. “Tanira san, I am deeply ashamed of my behavior towards you this day. I can only say that I am used to being the one taking in catch from the other boats and was upset at seeing you and those girls from over at the Shop of Repairs doing it. You do know that they are spies for the evil ones in that shop, do you not?”

Tanira nodded a bow thoughtfully as she replied, “Minami san, I will accept your apology. That you were very upset at the turns of events lately is obvious. I did also expect you to say that last.

“If Minara and Takahara are spies, still, we owe them much. I took the Fish Market as a complete settlement for the golden cash that you stole from my dower rights. Looking at its books, I made a very bad deal. Without the help of those girls, I would not have earned enough to pay for the fish that we got today.

“Even if I tried your criminal trick of only paying for fish after it is sold, the Market's earnings would have been only a few of copper cash. With their alert and pleasant attitudes, they drew in many customers that would have passed us by. Because of them, we earned two of silver cash and three strings sixteen of copper cash after all costs including buying the fish at dockside.”

Slipping a bit from courtesy, Minami snapped, “And then you went to dine with those evil ones!”

“Minami san! After a long day of hard work, Ichuru san and I were invited to share a free dinner in pleasant company!

“On the dock you crowded to the head of the queue in front of those there first! You rudely called me 'woman!' and demanded over three times the value of your catch in front of all the fishermen! You were so completely rude that your own crew threw you into the water for some peace so that they could settle the value of the catch.

“You left such a sour ending to an otherwise excellent day that when Ichuru san and I were offered a pleasant meal in happy surroundings, YES, we took it at once!

“When we came out to come home, you ruined even that! If you are what is good and they are evil, I will take the evil at once!”

Her shoulders slumped and she began to weep. “I am sorry, Minami san. This conversation has gone badly. I wish that you could see why.

“Would you like me to fix you some dinner?”

Minami paused, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. He noticed Ichuru quietly playing with his toy boat on the tatami mats of the floor and his face softened. “Yes, Tanira san, I would appreciate that.”

Taking the small victory of her husband's being courteous with her, she went to the kitchen and began to cook.

For a wonder, it was a quiet meal and when it was done, Minami helped her to clean up.

The next morning both Minami and Ichuru were absent, so she had a quiet breakfast and went to open the Fish Market. Both Minara and Takahara were waiting for her. They had not been idle. All of the sun shades were up and in their proper places. The little ice that had survived the night was waiting.

Takahara bowed politely in greeting and said sadly, “Poor Patsu san was right. There is a lock on the ice house door and a note saying that the key will cost you a cash of silver.”

Concern in face and voice, she asked, “Poor Patsu? What has happened?”

Both Minara and Takahara shook their heads in sorrow. “It was last night sometime, after the tide started to rise. One of Sabo's regular fishing boats, the Chrysanthemum of the Sea tried to fish in the waters near to Dry Island after dark. There is a strong tidal bore that comes out from between Dry Island and the Rocky Eyot. The sudden current caught them and pushed the boat onto some rocks sideways.

“It rolled over and three of the seven men on her drowned. Patsu came out to our dock first thing in the morning and found two of the bodies. In spite of being broken up, she saw the survivors on that dangerous rock beach on Dry Island. She took a small boat and some floats out.

“Not even our boats are safe near that beach. She let the floats out on a long line for them. She pulled all four of them to safety at our dock. On the way in, she found the last of the drowned men. She was really upset by that.

“The ones that she saved went and got a Constable to complain that she should have come for them in a bigger boat that they could ride in, instead of being towed in on floats.

“She had to explain that a bigger boat could not have got close enough to get the floats to them and then snapped that since they were that ungrateful for being saved, she was going to charge them for her work, equipment and time in the rescue.”

Both girls started to giggle. “She did too. Went straight to the Tribunal and filed her claim, pointing out in the bill that if they had not been ingrates and complained to a Constable, she would have charged them nothing.”

Nodding at the ending, and smiling some, Tanira pointed to their cart with the ice chest. “Takahara san, if you would, they told me yesterday that they would see me cared for with ice. Could you please go and get us some?”

Takahara took up the pull bar and trotted over to the Sabo's Better Fish Market. The women there laughed at the idea of Minami trying to blackmail his wife for the ice that she needed as they filled the cart with sparkling clean ice.

Soon the Fish Market was open. The three of them had loaded their display trays and were busily cutting fillets from fish that were still good but getting a little stale. The filets were going into openwork trays that were being put into the sun to dry for commercial trade to the back country areas, far from the sea. Along with those, they were setting up trays of sea water to evaporate for salt, also valuable in both Sabo and the back country.

Besides this happy industry, they were tending to a surprising number of customers! Word had gone out that Minami no longer ran the Fish Market and it was now busy.

In the midst of this, Minami and Ichuru came up from the dock area. Minami had a sourly triumphant lip curled half grin as he announced, “If you want to use the key to the ice house, you must pay me!” He was holding up the key. “It will only take a silver cash each time that you need it opened!”

Takahara snorted, “Really, Minami! You truly should use your eyes before opening your mouth!”

His eyes took in the trays of sparklingly clear clean ice! He instantly snapped, “Where did you steal this from!? You must have forced or picked my lock!”

Tanira had a grim smile of her own as she pointed to the key still upraised in his hand and nodded. Constable Canra who had come up unnoticed during Minami's outburst, plucked the key from his hand!

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The others all laughed but just a little thoughtfully. As they were leaving the Tribunal, Takahara shook her head and noted, “I am less good than I thought. I find myself hoping that Minami will try to escape and thereby lose his head.”

High Priest Nandi san nodded a bit sadly, “Beings such as Minami often bring such thoughts to disturb the tranquility of the mind and heart. It is not a discredit to you that you feel so. It is a natural response to such as he. In his own way, he is worse than most Oni.”

Tanira looked up at the angle of the sun as she and her new daughters strolled towards the waterfront and asked Patsu, “Have we still time to launch the Rising Dawn today? It seems to be fine weather for it.”

Patsu looked about, smiling at kites being flown from one of two small hills just out of the village. She agreed, “It is a fine day and yes, we have plenty of time.

“Mikore told me that they are offering fried dumplings with minced crab filling over at our market. Let's grab some of those or other goodies, some rice and tea. We have plenty of time for a nice, if late, noon meal before we launch her.”

The crab dumplings were actually quite good. They were all happily agreed that the best item was a new offering. Sand shark fillet steamed first and then tempura dipped and fried to a light golden tan. Tea, rice, and some stir fried vegetables finished the meal nicely.

The newly finished Rising Dawn was pulled out of the Chiasu Estate boat house where it had been moved after the hull was done to finish setting up her rigging and sail. Using a pulling block and the same cart that was used to put away their smaller rental rowing boats, she was eased down the boat ramp to the water by the dock.

Several of the men owning some of the other fishing boats came to watch, faces clouded, brows drawn down in anger. “Tanira san, why are you setting up a boat for serious fishing? Do you really think that you can cut us out or lower the prices that you pay us?”

Tanira shook her head at their rudeness. “No, Satura san, we are not in any way trying to cut you out of anything. If you had only waited to see how the Rising Sun is rigged, you would know that. My boat is set up for trolling and the like line fishing.

“What we seek are cod, snappers, and such things. For you they are an occasional lucky by catch. If you have them, you will continue to get the same good prices as you have been.”

“One of my men told me that Minami . . .”

Patsu interrupted, “The child murdering thief who was just this day divorced from the honorable Tanira san? You expect him to say anything that would not cause her further harm?

“Even after it was proved in the Tribunal that all of his lies about Dee san being some sort of Sorcerous monster were totally false, he still tried to blame her for all of his problems! He ordered us to not finish healing his leg but still blames us for it not being neatly healed.

“He is madder than a sand flea!”

Abashed, Satura san cringed back a little and looked down, scraping his sandal on the wood of the dock. “That is true. We followed his lead and respected him for many years. I apologize for our unjust behavior.”

Tanira straightened up, bowing acceptance, she asked, “So will we be seeing you tomorrow at the public dock to buy your fish?”

“We will be there, Tanira san. I heard that you adopted Minara san and Takahara san. That is well done. We have seen how well you all work together and get along.

“May we watch the sea trials of your Rising Dawn?”

Dee chuckled as she strapped herself into floats, “Of course you may!” She pointed to the floats and added, “Yes, I can swim, though I don't really like to. My Aspect of Fire doesn't really get along with water!”

That drew a general laugh.

With all made ready, they cast off from the dock, stern line first and then the bow. A solid push from a boat hook gave them the room to unship the oars and begin rowing the Rising Dawn out a ways from the dock.

They let the boat coast while they raised the sail. It rose up along the fairly short mast, spreading out into a triangular fan shape, reaching from nearly the bow back just short of the stern and lifting well above the top of the mast. About a third of the sail was in front of the mast.

The Rising Dawn began to drift sideways. Wisely, one of the watchers commented, “Wind's wrong for this. It's going to just push them back to shore.”

Another of the watchers, shading his eyes with his hand, replied, “Don't think so. See, they are picking up speed going across the wind.”

Satura san added, “They are turning into the wind! Look! They are tacking around forty or forty five degrees into the wind. Now they are turning again! Still steep into the wind but coming back . . . And again, going back like they were before. Zigzaging right into the wind! I will have to talk to them about that rig! I might want to do one like it for my Sea Gull!”

They all watched as the Rising Dawn went sidways to the wind but slowly now. “They've put out a boom of some sort. I expect that is for their trolling.” Only a little time passed before, “Whoops! They either got a snag or they hooked something fair sized! Look at that boom bend!”

Aboard the Rising Dawn, Tanira and the girls were excitedly watching the trolling boom / crane bend nearly to the water. Patsu was manning the boom's line winch. She was counseling the others, “Get the big framed net to finish catching it! Takahara san, be ready to club it on the head when it is safely in the net! Be ready with a boat hook to the gills to finish pulling it in!

“Look! We can see it now! That snapper must be nearly a pace and a half long!”

The next few minutes were an organized chaos as they netted the fish in the framed net and pulled it up snug to the side of the boat! Takahara wielded the stout club to it's head to kill it! Dee slid the boat hook into it's gills and lifted the big snapper into the boat. It only took a moment to get the hook free and put the near monster into the catch box.

The triumphant girls made all sail for the public docks of Sabo, close to the Fish Market! Along the way, they caught three sand sharks as well! It was not long before they dropped the sail and finished their approach by oars.

The young women watching the Fish Market for Tanira saw them coming and sprinted down to the dock, pulling the cart with the box for fish on it!

The fishermen converged on them too! All wanted to know, “What did you catch!?”

As they were opening the Rising Dawn's catch box, Patsu smirked, “Just three moderate size sand sharks! And the biggest snapper that Sabo's ever seen!”

As they were loading the cart, one of the girls that had been watching the Fish Market was weeping quietly.

Miko asked gently, “Ontara san, what has you upset? You did a wonderful job keeping the Fish Market open and this trial of the Rising Dawn has gone very well.”

Ontara sniffled, “I wish that Ichuru was here to see it. I gave him the toy boat that got him drowned.”

Miko gave her a hug and replied, “No, Ontara san, it was not the toy boat that got him drowned. It was Minami, whose mind was twisted to evil by his leg.”

“His leg? What was wrong with his leg?”

Miko shook her head in bemusement as she explained, “He thought that he was transported to the Hospice by magic because he did not understand that he gave himself a deadly case of Gangrene. That started his fears. Then he thought that he saw us do something evil and forbade us to finish healing it. That caused a great scar that his working pants always hid. Only he was bothered by it but it drove him mad that he was scarred. That and his fear drove him to attacking us with lies, slanders, and even trying to ruin things of ours. It was that same madness that made him kidnap Ichuru and take him out in a stolen fishing boat.

“He demanded that a ten year old boy prove that he was a man by taking off the floats that would have saved him when he did fall in. His father and the others did not even notice when he went overboard.

“It was Minami, who drove himself to madness because of his leg, that killed Ichuru. His father gave him only anger and hate. You gave him a wonderful toy that he loved.

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As they caught sight of Bonnie, poking her head through the door of her family crypt, the three began to back slowly away. Sweetie Belle whispering to the other two, “Now? Now you listen to me? I told you that coming here was a bad idea.”

Scootaloo replied, “It is not like we are even breaking any sort of rule. It is still daytime. The cemetery gate isn’t locked yet or anything.”

Bonnie, her cloudy white fur and black mane contrasting well with the aged oak of the crypt door actually agreed. “You don’t need to act frightened. The orange filly is right. You have not broken any sort of rules by being here in the daytime, even on the eve of Nightmare Night. I’m afraid that we don’t have any sort of treats for you, though.”

Cautiously, Apple Bloom pointed out, “We might not be quite so cautious if you weren’t about half out of that door while it’s still closed. Are you some kind of ghost?”

Bonnie looked back in confusion while she stepped free of the crypt. “No, I’m not a ghost or anything like that. The ones here are my friends but I’m not one of them. I am as alive as you are. Why would anypony need to open a door? What does that have to do with going through it?”

The CMC looked at each other blankly. Apple Bloom pointed, “Are you SURE that you are alive? See those hinges and lock? Normal ponies need to unfasten the lock and then they can open the door to go in.”

Comprehension dawning on her face, Bonnie observed, “So that’s what those things are for! I always wondered. Before I learned to use a door properly, Zom or Junea always let me out. I was little then and did not really pay attention.”

The CMC looked at each other in mild consternation. “Who did you say taught you about using doors?”

Bonnie shrugged, “You know, just the ghosts and my other playmates. Who else would?”

Pausing, she gave the CMC the old steely eye. “Exactly what are you doing here?”

Scootaloo looked down and scuffed the grass before she replied, “We heard that Morgripe and his buddies were planning to mess up some graves. That’s wrong. We kinda planned to set them up a sort of haunted graveyard. We got springs and sheets to do fake ghosts that could jump out from behind gravestones. You know, stuff like that. Don’t want to hurt them, just scare them off so that they don’t damage anything.”

Bonnie perked right up! “Oh, that will be so much fun! I would love to help you! I have some friends that would like to help too! The Nightmare Moon is already up, so they can come out to join us!”

Sweetie Bell looked up at the gibbous moon lurking high in the sky and at the nearly set sun. “Doesn’t the sun have to be down before, um, your buddies can come out?”

“No, silly! They all follow the Night Mare. As long as she is up, we can play! They just usually wait until her sister goes down, that’s all.”

Bonnie bounced happily over to a big mausoleum, and stuck her head through the door! The CMC could not hear anything through the heavy stone and solid door.

Bonnie cheerfully came back and told them, “Wait here! I am going to see if Flowering Ash or any of the other Ancient Ones want to help!”

She galloped off towards the back of the cemetery, where it faced the Everfree forest.

Apple Bloom watched her go. She wondered in a soft voice, “Are Ma and Pa here? Will they be helping us?”

Sweetie Belle was watching critically and replied, “I don’t know, Apple Bloom, but Bonnie just jumped past the wall and it is sort of tumbldown and moss grown. I have been here before and the back wall was not like that.”

In only a few moments Bonnie came floating serenely back, her legs folded neatly under her as if she were resting on something invisible. She alighted in front of them and exulted, “We are getting two unicorn litches and Flowering Ash to come help! We are getting some ghosts too!

“When Flowering Ash gets here, show us how to help and where to set your “haunts!” The whole graveyard thinks that this is hilarious!”

It was only a few moments before they saw the head of a beautiful gray mare across the moss grown wall. She reared up, forelegs folded and crossed the wall, her forelegs remaining folded as her huge snakelike body slithered across the stones and undulated swiftly to them.

While the CMC were watching the lamia, their eyes bugged out, two mostly skeletal unicorn litches leaped gracefully over the wall as well.

With all gathered, Flowering Ash wrapped her long body about the CMC, providing them with a comfortable resting place. Bonnie, with absolute confidence, joined them in her coils.

Flowering Ash, smiled and suggested, “Please tell us what we need to know to help you set up this trap of frights for those vile vandals.”

Eagerly, Scootaloo dug into a big saddlebag and pulled out parts! As she set a spring mounted to a cross stick, Apple Bloom pulled out a sheet, bound around soft straw with big googly eyes stuck on! Sweetie Belle attached trigger strings and set stakes to hold them where hooves would trip them!

Giggling, Bonnie stomped one of the demonstration “ghost's” trigger strings! The false haunt leaped up, driven by the spring! It fluttered down flat, except for the bulbous head. Suddenly it lifted up and floated about, flapping a little.

The CMC clapped hooves in delight! “A real ghost in our fake one! That is so perfect!”

They guided the whole group to the area where they had overheard Morgripe and his buddies plotting to cross the cemetery wall. Choosing tombstones and other grave markers with care, the whole group planted the phony ghosts to provide the best scares.

Thoughtfully, they planted some near the graveyard gate, too. While they were doing that, Sweetie Belle noticed, “I guess that we are stuck here for the night. They have locked the gate already.”

Apple Bloom felt the softest of hugs and a gentle neck kiss. Almost like a breeze, her mane got ruffled. Her eyes misted up. “That you, Mom? Dad? Thanks.”

Flowering Ash pointed out, “If you are here when things happen, it will spoil the effect. Here, let me help.”

One by one, she held the CMC and lifted them over the wall, setting them gently on their hooves and pulling back to her massive coils for the next.

The next morning, all of Ponyville was abuzz with the story! Morgripe and his friends had done it again! They came running over their ladder screaming about ghosts and monsters in the graveyard! Constables opening the gate had got a bit of a fright too, as spring trap “ghosts” jumped out at them!

Morgripe and Co. were in trouble again! And the CMC, giggling behind their hooves could not say anything about their Nightmare Night adventure that actually worked like it was supposed to!

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Molly and her foals, Sis and Morty, all in silly fake deer costumes, approached the welcoming door of the Sweet Spot. The happy jangle of the door’s spring bells announced their entry into the shop.

They heard a cheerful, “Be right with you! Just tending to a tiny bit of business!”

A tan colored unicorn came out of the back of the shop. He was wearing a silly looking deer costume too! He had a pair of the nuttiest looking horns on his head that any of them had ever seen! The big spring holding them onto his head had a hole in it for his unicorn horn to stick up through. The rest of his costume was a tan cloak with white spots and a phony short tan tail with a white underside.

He called, “Welcome to the Sweet Spot! Best candies in all of Ponyville!”

Molly, Sis and Morty all chanted, “Nightmare Night! What a fright! Give us something sweet to bite!”

Smiling, Roe hoofed over his justly famous foal bowl, full of treats. They all helped themselves.

Roe escorted his family into the back, where his living quarters were, before he married Molly and took in her family. They now lived over at Molly’s cottage with its prosperous wood lot business.

As he escorted them into the back, he told them in a serious voice, “You all know what I truly am. A deer like me, disguise or no, is a creature on the borderlands between dream and Nightmare.

“Through your good hearts and kind wishes, you have seen the good side of me. I had help in setting up this room for our party. Those who helped me would like to come but must be invited by you all, as well as me.”

Molly took one look around the room, now hung thickly with real spiderwebs. There was a drink fountain that flowed from the jaws of a pony skull. It had phosphorescent glows in its eye sockets. Treats and game prizes were laid out on top of an ornate coffin. Ring toss targets looked like the skulls of unicorns.

Molly got a chuckle out of the dart board. It was rear end pictures of the Ponyville Council from last year. Every pony remembered them trying to shut down even small Nightmare Night parties to boost attendance at a Gala that was supposed to be for charity. Grumpy Goat, up on his mountain, and some Rom had put an end to that plot! And this year, their plots were dart targets!

There was fog of some sort flowing over the sides of the apple bobbing tub. There was dark crepe all over and real bats swooping about!

It was Sis (actually Sisterca, but she didn’t care for the name) who said simply, “If they are friends of yours, Roe, they are welcome!”

Morty agreed, “If they helped to set this up, they should enjoy the party!”

Molly looked about in admiration and said, “It would be a shame if those who helped to set up the party were not here. By all means, Roe, they are invited.”

As she finished speaking, a black maned and tailed filly who was white as mist simply trotted through the door! It opened behind her to admit a pair of liches, followed by a number of small zombie like foals. Behind them came a normal looking pony with a lamia gliding along beside him on her sinuous serpent’s lower body and tail. Behind them were two normal looking ponies that Molly recognized!

She exclaimed, “Prilla! Charley! I thought that I heard that Charley was killed in an accident! Didn’t you move to Trottingham?”

Prilla nodded, a smile on her face. “Both true, Molly. Roe brought Charley back as well as he could. Vampony. I had to choose whether to let him go back to death or join him in undeath. It was no choice, really. I loved him then and I love him now. We moved to Trottingham to have a safer place to stay.”

Charley spoke up, “We owe Roe a lot. Thanks to his help, we have not killed anypony and get along really well in Trottingham.”

Roe nodded, happy that things had gone so well for them.

The two litches nudged the ghostly white and black filly toward me. She ducked her head in acknowledgment and came over to Molly and Roe. Fishing in a saddlebag, she pulled out a wrapped rectangular bundle.

She offered it to us both. As we took it, she spoke. “This is by way of saying thanks, Mister Roe. It is from all three of us. I copied the words. Junea did the pictures and Zom bound the book. It is a copy of Elane, Vampony of Canterlot.”

Molly was carefully examining the lovely book. She asked, “What did Roe do for the three of you? You look more, um, don’t get me wrong but, well, more alive than Junea and Zom.”

The filly smiled, “Sorry, not used to being around the living that much. I am Bonnie Bones and I am as alive as you are.

“Mister Roe found an abandoned unicorn filly with a stunted horn near the Everfree. I wished that somepony cared about me. Roe sent me to Ponyville Cemetery. Zom and Junea took me into their crypt and raised me.”

Junea put her skeletal head into the conversation. “Zom and I always wanted a filly. We had a book binding business and I did art that we sold too. We both died in a fire at the shop. Zom could have got out but was trapped while trying to save me.”

She inclined her mostly skeletal head toward the now revealed deer. “Roe hears more wishes than just those of the living. Bonnie has made us and many others in the Borderlands of Life very happy.

“It was the ghosts that taught her how to walk through walls and the like. Being alive, she brought games and liveliness to the Forgotten Foals.

“Bonnie has done for us what Canbe has done for the ancient ones. Canbe is the mortal over by the lamia, Flowering Ash.”

Molly was looking about the very active party with new eyes. She leaned against her husband and said, “You take care of both the living and the dead, dear. I am even prouder of you than I was.”

Over in small clear area, Sis and some of the Forgotten Foals had a busy game of jacks going, ball bouncing and hooves sweeping up the sets. They were up to foursies. Mort had a bunch playing ring toss and some of the Forgotten Foals were over in a clear area playing hop-scotch.

Flowering Ash slithered up and asked, “It is a lovely party, Roe. Will there be refreshments for us?”

He replied, “Honestly, Flowering Ash, I am not certain. I know that one who is a candidate is coming to the Sweet Spot. If he does no wrong, he will go away safely. I do not think that he will though.”

Just then, we all heard the shop door’s spring bells!

It was Horace, a local ne'er do well, barely in costume. He saw the phony deer costume and hollered, “Nightmare Night! I gives you a fright! Gimme all the candy in sight!”

He pulled the foal bowl away from his greedy hooves and said sourly, “Horace, you do know how to say it right. Say it right and get your treats or go away.”

Horace cocked a rust brown ear toward the back. “They is a party back there! I goin’ and no puny-corn like you gonna stop me!”

He actually stood aside as he retorted, “I wouldn’t dream of it!” Locking up and following him into the back room, he called out, “Refreshments are served!”

Lovely Prilla, now known as Vamprilla, stepped up to him and gave him fine bedroom eyes as she suggested, “No need to be so loud and brash. Just lie down and let us take care of you.”

Like they had a mind of their own, his legs folded under him and he laid right down. Prilla stroked a gentle hoof along the back of his neck and leaned forward, her bite as gentle as a kiss. Charley joined her.

Flowering Ash slid across to them and softly suggested, “Neither of you has killed any pony yet. That is a good thing. Drink your fill but leave him alive. Let me kill him for you.”

Roe considerately led Molly, Sis and Mort out to the front. Shortly we were joined by Canbe. A little later, Bonnie Bones popped out and asked, “Are you guys OK?”

Sis replied, “I thought that you were alive, like us.”

Bonnie chuckled, “I am, Sis. I’m snagging goodies off the refreshments coffin. But, you know, I do eat with them, just not the same things. After all, they are my family! Wouldn’t be polite not to eat with them.”

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Making Fiends and Influencing Ponies

An Anthro *Tail* of the Mane Six

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Rarity stepped up and joined Pinkie. “That sounds utterly delightful, my sweet Kin. Do include me as well. I have heard that Saddle Arabian dances do more than just tease.” She paused for effect before adding, “They are great exercise too!”

Both Kin and Pinkie giggled at her jest. Kin though did nod, “In fact, that is exactly right, if humorously put, Love. Shall we adorn ourselves in your lovely costumes?”

Pinkie slid into her wide satin dancing belt ornamented with rich gold looking fringe trims and row after row of light gold or silver colored coins. The others were getting into theirs as well, filling the room with a light chiming and tinkling from the many “coins.”

Kin and Pinkie were taken by surprise by a part of the costumes that had been concealed under the wide belts. Black lace topped fine fishnet hose! As Rarity was unrolling and pulling hers to fit snugly, with seams straight up the backs of her shapely legs, she informed the others, “I know that these aren't traditional at all, but I really was not thinking about the costumes being used for actual dancing! That's why we have garters for these hose and no panties at all!”

By the time that she had finished, Pinkie had hers on, the garters fastened neatly and was fitting her hooves into soft dancing slippers. Lastly, she had taken her dancing bra that was of matching satin and ornimented the same as her belt. That left a skirt made of colorfully dyed sheer gauze in two panels, both reaching from the belt to mid calf.

A quiet realization dawned as she examined the panels. “These tiny weights go to the bottom? How does it fasten? Oh, I see. These are meant to come off, aren't they?”

Kin nodded seriously, “Correct, Pinkie. While they are on, the weights will help the skirts to have the proper sway and swirl, while showing off lots of leg between the front and back panels. Later, we remove them one at a time for some seriously great looking veil work. You will see when I have given you the dance's reflexes and moves.”

Pinkie nodded, “I sort of know what you mean, my mare. I have seen a few demonstrations of Saddle Arabian dance. Rare made these outfits for more fun than just dancing!”

Her busy fingers twiddled with her bra's left shoulder strap. Most of the cup came away in her hand, leaving only a shelf under the now nearly bare pink boob. Her nipple stood out proud.

Without batting an eyelash, Kin gave a lewd look as she snickered, Saddle Arabian dance is not a strip tease! No reason at all that it can't become one though!”

Pinkie nodded thoughtfully as she re attached the bra cup, “We don't have a Saddle Arabian number in the big strip show. We ought to get Foamy and Clarice to look things over. It could be a fun thing to have in the show.”

Kin nodded briskly, “It really could but first you should learn to dance this way, so that we can show them. OK?”

Pinkie, snuggled up close simply nodded. Kin began what looked almost like a massage starting at the back of her head and working gently down her spine to the middle of her back.

Letting Pinkie go, she told her, “There, you are all done. You will still need to learn how to use those things that I have given you, but which you cannot feel yet. Wait for the music, then you will understand.”

Holding her arms out to Rarity, Kin invited, “Your turn now, my Sweet Love.”

Rarity snuggled close in her arms, enjoying the simple pleasure of contact with her. Kin repeated the same gentle, almost fondling dance of her hand from the back of her love's head, down to her mid back.

Releasing her, she told them, “Pinkie, put away that mirror! Now, finger cymbals (these are called zills, by the way) at the ready, pose like this for your starting position!”

As she was stretching into position, a look of comprehension drifted across her face. “Oh, so that's how it goes! Uh, Kin, I was inviting Foamy and Clarice to come and watch. They've never done choreography for Saddle Arabian dances and really want to see it!”

Kin nodded, “I'll let them in when they get here, Pinkie. Now, music!”

A pattering drum line began, with a flute joining in over the rhythm! All three mares began to sway in time, their zills clattering in unison with the music. The others were watching in awe. Kin's smoothly practiced hip lifts while holding her upper torso near perfectly still as she turned about were nearly entrancing. And this, they knew was barely the beginning!

Both Rarity and Pinkie, still keeping up the rhythm of their zills almost instinctively, began to get the hang of starting the back sway that the hip lift forced to happen from the bottom of their ribs instead of using the whole torso.

With looks of delight, both students got it at almost the same moment! Their movements became suddenly fluid in a way that they never had before! Pinkie began to work in moving her now vertical upper torso from side to side as she danced around in slow turn.

Rarity thoughtfully lowered her upper arms to nearly horizontal and, using only her shoulders, still maintaining that vertical rib cage, doing shoulder lifts, counter to her hip lifts!

Pinkie saw what she was doing as she turned to face Rarity and laughed with joy as she began working her shoulders too!

They both saw their mentor smiling with pleasure at the progress of her pupils. They then noticed that her tail was not a simple flag behind her, wagging to her hip movements! She was managing to keep it from side to side movement at all as it swished almost perfectly up and down! As soon as she was sure that her students were following her tail's movement, she added a side to side flair that resulted in her tail becoming a flowing circle, moving counter to the motion of her hips!

As fast as her eager students absorbed the movement, she smoothly converted it to a side to side swish. She began using the short time that she was on a hoof or the other during the hip lifts, to begin a spin that brought her skirts out in a flair about her! Kin spun about, not pausing any of her dance, shoulders, back, hips or tail! Her legs that had been flashing and showing briefly earlier were now on full active and sensual display!

The others after only a few tries got the moves down pat!

Kin slowed to a hip wriggling, belly rolling stop, facing them as she began to first, twitch slowly and then faster, make her tits shimmy side to side, while back to the basic hip lifting but accompanied by her tail swirling about first into a circle and then flowing smoothly into figure eight!

Just as the others got the whole set of moves flowing smoothly and, admittedly erotically, there came a tap at the door. Kin used her magic to open it without stopping the music or the whole dance!

It was not the expected Foamy and Clarice. It was a drop jawed AJ! She made a production of shutting the door before speaking, “Durn! Can't turn my back on you guys for a minute! What you doin' there sure look like fun! Wish that I knowed how to wiggle like that there!”

Kin had allowed the music to stop. “Come on in, AJ! Watch out what you wish for around here! That could easily happen! Neither of these lovely mares knew a single step of Saddle Arabian dance less than an hour ago!”

Adding a happy grin, she went on, “I see that you are wearing some of those fun “play clothes” that we made you!”

“Ah has. You give me this here sexy bod and them fun clothes. Added what Pinks there done mention about just walkin about making stallion balls blast, Ah had to try it!” She snickerd, cheeks blushing some behind her freckles. “She was right, sort of. Wasn't just stallions, neither. Three mares done propositioned me. I could'ave made three hundred bits!”

“That's neat, AJ, but why come here?”

“Ah wanted to thank you fer it all. Ah done discovered two things just lately. First, Ah likes Mares a whole lot, but second, Ah likes bein' the center of attention too. That there shy was 'cause cause Ah didn't think Ah was really purty.

“Was you serious about showin me how ta dance like that? Yeh, Ah really would like ta be able ta do that. Watched through the window a little 'fore Ah knocked. Ah sorta 'spected something like that from you, Kin, bein' who you are, but Rare an Pinks? That blowed me away!”

Rarity clattered her zills for attention and pointed to the work table. “You want to learn, AJ? Got you a costume right there. Let Kin do her thing to help you learn the reflexes and how some moves work. The dance will grow on you like you are remembering it. It's amazing, really.”

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Minami cringed into a lump but raised a finger to speak.

Magistrate Lim nodded his permission. Minami whimpered, “I spoke out of anger and fear, saying what I should not. I would take back those words.”

The Magistrate nodded, “I can easily understand that, however such things, once said, must by Law be investigated. You have said both that you saw Dee san and ALL SIX of her minions commit a murder. Further, you claimed that they had murdered hundreds.

“These claims are deadly serious and you must back up such an accusation against the Healers of Sabo, Dee san, Miko san, Satsuna san and Patsu san. The only place where they had three others was up at the Umayu Summer Castle, when it was being used as the Hospice for the Mortally Wounded.”

Remembering in time to rais his finger, Minami questioned, “Was it not a Hospital for Serious Wounds?”

Bobbing the bow of conversation, the Magistrate replied, “I fear not. EVERY person sent there was expected to die within a span of days to perhaps a week or a little more.” He paused for emphasis, “EVERY person. You included.”

Minami's brows pulled tight together, lips pinched, forehead wrinkled as he thought and questioned, “How could I have been dying?” He held up three fingers of his left hand and drew across them with his right index finger. “I had only a leg cut above the knee no longer than that.”

Doctor Siani held up a finger and bowed to the Magistrate. Upon being recognized, he requested, “May I be permitted to have conversation with Minami? I can explain to him his errors that came so close to killing him.”

Turning to face Minami, he began, “You made several deadly errors.”

Minami interrupted, “Impossible. I got bandages from beside your Healer's Tent fire. I rinsed and washed them most carefully before cleaning the wound and binding it up. I went to sleep. I did not awake until up at the hospit . . . hospice. I had a horrible sore throat that lasted weeks!

“My leg!” He pulled up the right leg of his loose work trowsers. “See that ghastly bungle? You call what those incompetent monsters did to my leg HEALING?” He was displaying above his knee, a deep scar-like hole that clearly showed his hamstring tendon in its depths.

“If you do not interrupt, I will answer. Yes, that leg is an amazing piece of healing. Those bandages that you got by our fire? They were meant to be burned entirely but missed the flames and landed beside it. We tried to stop you when you took them, but you called back that your wound was minor and you would take care of it yourself.

“Taking THOSE bandages was your first deadly error. Let me explain a thing. Among the things that we know of Gangrene is that whatever the principle that causes it, it cannot be washed or cleaned from bandages that have been used on it.

“When you tried to wash them and used them to clean the wound, you spread that deadly principle to every part of it.

“That was your second deadly error.

“When you were carried to us in the morning, the Gangrene that you introduced with those bandages was far advanced and you were flailing in a delirium of wound fever.

“You accuse them of causing you a great sore throat. I and the doctors with me did that. We could not get you still enough to amputate your leg at mid thigh. We put two tubes in your throat, one to let you breathe, the other, to your stomach. We administered a sedative tea through the tube.

“Removing the bandages showed us that you could not be saved by any means known to us. First, a glob of rotted flesh almost the size of my fist fell away with the bandages.

“Cleaning away the gangrene revealed that your hamstring was simply gone. Your knee was involved and severly damaged. Worst of all, the corruption had got inside your thigh bone through the nick made by the naginata.

“In the thousand years of the Nihoni Empire, only one man has recovered from that corruption of the leg bone. Yourself. And it was from the tireless work of those four that you revile so that that you did.”

“Impossible! As horrid looking as my leg is, it is not so severely damaged as you are saying! I have the tendon that you said was eaten away entirely! My knee, though rendered ugly, works! If what you just said is true, none of this should be! How come I have those things that you said were gone? Answer me that!”

Satsuna raised a finger and replied, “I, Dee, Miko and Patsu gave you those things. In retrospect, we should have simply let you die as you were expected to do. If we had, Ichuru san would still live, an outcome that every person in this Tribunal would prefer to having you here blustering your foolish and vile spew of words!”

Dee took up, “As you are well aware, I have the Aspect of Fire, a gift from the Oni who is my true father. You were dying, of that there could be no doubt. I used my Fire Sight to cleanse away the direct corruption. I then led it through your whole body burning away the wound fever and other problems that it causes. It was not easy to do. The extent of the harm required me to do it to you many times.

“After burning away the corruption and gangrene in your knee, Satsuna san had an idea. The body will absorb harmlessly some of the surgical threads that she makes. She wove a sort of bandage of it to cover the open side of your knee. We held it in place with some of the glue that Patsu makes. I removed a small amount of the good ligament and put it as tiny bits in her bandage before we covered it.

“It worked. In about a week, instead of a bandage like thing, new ligament had grown in its place. If we could do something similar to the hamstring tendon, you would have a working knee and no need for an amputation at all.”

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FIENDSHIP IS MAGIC

Making Fiends and Influencing Ponies

An Anthro *Tail* of the Mane Six

Part 65 of ? (Work in Progress)

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Kin snickered, “You three, boring? No, I rather think not, especially for those who are watching!”

Luna chortled and quietly put away her magic net mirror. “You will never guess what just happened on Ponyville Mainline siding number one! By the way, Celestia, you needn't worry about the casualty train from the Gryphon Empire. They had to pause for a few because some Royal Marines were busy removing passengers from the Charter Train on the siding! We have snared the entire Ducal Council! I really do expect to find that there are one or two who are actually not guilty, maybe more.”

Twilight spoke up wistfully, “I hope that Carton, Duke of the Camarg is not one of the cabal. I really like him and besides, I don't think that any of us would want to upset his mother, the Rom, Dame Megan Blackberry IV, Knight of Justice and heroine of the Great South Bay invasion!”

Celestia joined them and agreed, “I would hope so too, Twilight. That said, Vinyl has chosen our music and Foamy and Clarice have been putting the finishing touches to our routine. Shall we put aside other worries for now and go see what our dance is going to be like?”

Luna brightened up at once! “That sounds like so much more fun than politics!”

They found the Gryphon Ambassador coming with them. “When the Throne of Empire heard of this amazing show, all three have requested permission to fly in with their Guard to watch the show! What shall I reply?”

Luna nearly stumbled, she was laughing so hard! “Of course! That will make a perfect finale when Pinkie decides to call a halt! We can present them with the results of our fund raising!”

Pinkie overheard and put a hand to her forelock! “Oh my, the Twins and little fishies! We need another set, A.S.A.P!”

They saw her digging like a mad terrier at image after image on her Magic Net mirror! Then she was calling, “Smithsons! Pinkie here. No, no problems with your sets! They are working perfectly. It is just that we need another, like yesterday! I am sending you pictures.

“Right! It is a reproduction of the Gryphon Throne of Empire!

“Why? They are coming, the Empress and BOTH of her Strong Wings of the Throne! They will have a Court Guard of eighteen. The set up that I sent you will be perfect if you can do it!

“You will! Cool! I will have the stage door guards notified!”

Pinkie put away her mirror and told them, “Smithson's will have the set ready by tomorrow! Were you TRYING to give me a heart attack!? You almost did!”

Celestia replied gently, “No, Pinkie, we were not! But it was amazing to watch you in action! The Throne of Empire surprised us as well.

“Now, we need to see our whole routine and listen to its music as well.”

Pinkie nodded, “Sounds good, my mares. With your permission, we have one more thing to add. A Glamor spell backdrop beginning with dawn, working through a nice day with puffy clouds, to evening with a neat sunset going to nightfall, with a rising crescent moon going to full and waning as it sets. It will be coordinated with your dance routines, if that's OK.”

Luna nodded, “That sounds perfect, Pinkie. Will it be done by Grumpy or do you want me to cast it?”

They were joined by a piebald black, tan, and brown goat with full curl horns that had an ever burning candle between them. With a slightly bleaty voice, he answered, “That's my department. Pinkie has engaged me for the duration of the show.”

Pinkie wrinkled her snout and grinned as she commented, “He charged me a whole silver bit for it and then donated the bit to our fund!”

The goat nodded, “True. Pinkie, I need to correct your earlier speech. As the chairman of the board for Ponyville Trust and Loan, I did arrange for their matching grant. The other large donation, also a matching grant, is a Wholeheart Grant. I did have to prepare its paperwork.”

Pinkie put hand to snout in contrition as she asked, “Oh dear, it is? How is Mister Wholeheart these days? Have you ever found a way to help him sleep without those awful dreams? At least half of the mares here have had a Wholeheart grant to help them out of tight spots.”

Grumpy shook his head, “No, we have not had any luck at helping him. A day or two at the best. The Litch King says that he will have the dreams for the rest of his life and that it will be a long one. I do know about those grants. He does try to return as much good as the harm that he got.”

Celestia shook her head, “I wish that more ponies reacted to evil happenings in their lives the way that Mister Wholeheart has. It must be difficult for him.”

The goat nodded, “It is indeed. Now, was the Glamor described how you want it or do you want any adjustments?”

Pinkie suggested, “We do have a practice stage that we can use for the first run through. Foamy and Clarice will guide you and we can perfect the lighting too.”

Following Pinkie's lead, the three of them found themselves behind a curtain. Foamy and Clarice went over their dance score with them first and then went to the other side of the curtain.

The music began and the three Princesses slipped through the curtain to the stage proper. The music, Damare's classical and romantic Day of Love and Love of Night, swelled as the three came into view, already beginning the dance. The stage where they were perfoming was dimly lit as they emerged. The morning began to light up the curtain behind them and a spotlight shown down on Celestia as she began to gyrate and undulate to the music that lifted and the spotlight brightened, making Princess Celestia nearly glow! She carried out the first parts of her strip, opening the buttons that let her generous cleavage show, while at the same time, her wings lifted up from her sides, beginning to frame her as she finished freeing her blouse, exposing a lacy blue bra!

Her dance took on a wilder more hip swaying set of steps and her wings, now fully open swept about her in arches and crescents to frame and display her body to the audience! Her hands, almost invisible in the midst of the swirling wings and swaying body, released her skirt to slide down her very active legs, artfully delayed at first, her lifted tail and then hung up on an artfully raised leg! It finally fell away entirely, leaving her a glowing vision of lightly glowing fur and undergarments!

She posed for a second, framed by glorious wings spread in circle of lustrous feathers! She brought her wings in closer as she spun about! They partly hid it as she released her bra, coming about to face the audience, she bared her right breast and then covering it back up, bared her left one and recovered it. The tease over, she slid the shoulder straps down to her elbows! With only a slight move, the whole of her brassiere fell away, down her arms where her right hand caught it and whirled it in a flourish before letting it fly.

She swept about the stage, doing slow turns that alternately hid and showed her magnificent bosom! She ended up stage center, once again framed by her spread wings.

She continued to dance topless for a few more minutes while the spotlight softened and the day went toward evening, her wings folding in to leave her a topless vision of marehood as she stepped back, staying gloriously bared of breasts.

Princess Twilight took over the stage as the day paled. Her blouse already framed her from shoulders to under her boobs and snug to her waist with a pretty, contrasting white underblouse showing off her tits.

She danced and did a cleavage reveal by releasing buttons down the underblouse's front! Coyly pulling her wings free and wrapping herself in them, she spread them wide along with the now fully opened underblouse which was now seen to be only a dicky and it fully spread to show her bright red, low cut bra! She happily posed to show off her pretty bra and the mare inside it! She began some hip lifting and swaying steps while her wings pulled close and spread again, revealing that her whole blouse was unfastened down both sides! Her arms slid under the blouse front and lifted high, flipping the whole garment up, past her horn, to fall away, dicky and all! She danced with twisting poses to show off the red bra on smooth and shiny lavender fur!

Her wings pulled in close once more and with a swirl, spread wide, leaving Twilight bare from the waist down, but for skimpy panties! Her wraparound skirt waved like a flag from right hand to left!

She danced and flaunted herself, framing her body with her wings, then swirling about, pulling them close again! When they spread wide, her bra was in her hand and her full breasts had no place left to hide. Her bra was flourished about from hand to hand in loops and figure eights before being let go! She posed, wings wide spread to both sides and up, displaying her beautifully framed body!

She danced a few more minutes, pulling her wings closer but hiding nothing and made way for Princess Luna to take the stage!

Like the others, Luna took the stage, wings folded, hidden away. Unlike the rest, when she unbuttoned her front to the waist, there was no blouse but full length dress, now spread wide to show off a nearly sheer light blue bra! The cunning spotlight operator set his light with a filter that made her dark blue fur and feathers glow against the night scene behind her!

Her right wing cleverly held in an almost narrow arch, matched the arc of the rising moon behind her, she pulled her left wing close about her and as she spread them both to the now fuller moon behind her, her dress had fallen from her shoulders and was held up only by her wings!

She began a swirling twirl, her wings hiding her from the audience and ending with both arms up and wings spread wide! Her dress was still about her hips, held from falling only by her upraised tail!

In that moment, her tail dropped and so did the whole dress! Princess Luna stood seductively displayed by the cunning lights and her spread wings cupped to catch the lights and show off her body, clad only in panties and bra! She swept into motion again, a vision of highlights and glowing dark fur.

Soon she entered a familiar close winged swirl and when she spread her wings, yes, both of her tits were bare, framed and displayed by the bra that no longer covered them at all! It made a better show than if it were gone entirely!

The spotlight brightened strongly to show her to the best advantage, as she undulated and wriggled seductively! She did another slow turn, the wing facing the audience covering her. When the turn was done, her bra was off and she finished with a wide spread wing pose to let herself show to best advantage!

She danced back to join the rest of the Princesses, all now topless! Joining arms and lifting wings, they made a kick line first and then danced back through the curtains!

A stage hand gathered the scattered garments and took them backstage.

A few moments later, they came out, fully dressed to ask with a grin, “Well, how did it come off?”

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