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Living the Dream, Malissa's Academy, 12 By: Malissa Madison The minute we got word that the convoy had shot the portal from Lyconia everyone wanted to go meet it knowing that they wouldn't be able to make it to the house. Donnie had our two big Snowmobiles out front waiting as first Rachel then Anna, Maleeza, Sherry and Tiffany got in line to follow us. I knew that Danny and Denise would be joining us when we got there, and that Erika would be there as well. "Honestly I have no idea how Dad thinks they are going to make it from the truck stop to the house without riding on Snowmobiles," Donnie said. "We may have to rent a couple from Zoe Lightfeather, if she has any available," I pointed out as I was getting Corra in her new Spider Silk jump suit, complete with tights, strapped into the safety seat in front of me. Suddenly she giggled then disappeared. I calmly took out me cell phone and pressed the auto dial for Sophie. "She's here," she answered before saying hello in the middle of a giggling fit. "What's so funny?" I asked her. "Well she jumped straight into her car seat in the, I mean she startled Momma Luna." "Sophie?" the way I asked it, she knew I was waiting for a fuller explanation. "Nope, not gona tell you, it's Momma Luna's big surprise. But I will say I was actually surprised when I found out we were going to need it," she giggled again. "Malissa, is she with Sophie?" asked Donnie. "Yes, but I have a feeling we may be in for a surprise when we get there." He rolled his eyes as if to say, 'I wonder what my mother bought now?' We pulled in ahead of them and moved off to the side to be sure the trucks had enough room to park. I wasn't the least bit surprised to find that the Spirit Women were already there waiting. "Look Mommy," Becca was excited as she pointed at the three new Tank Transports, Rain Forest, Star Hopper and Nova. I wanted to meet everyone, but first I wanted to greet my in-laws and Sophie and hug Dotty and Donnie David. I'd really missed them so much, and judging by the way Becca was reacting she had too. Looking around I asked Sophie, "Where are they?" meaning Monica and Vincent. "Momma is getting the Exchange students ready for the trip to the Academy," she grinned. And Daddy is getting Momma Luna's Surprise ready to be unloaded. "Exchange students?" I began asking but was sidelined before I could finish. "Malissa, thank you for letting us have this last few months to get to know each other," Luna hugged me tightly. Then she placed her hand on my tummy, "Have you begun thinking of names for these two yet?" You could have heard a pin drop the moment she said it as heads turned my direction. I blushed crimson in the cold air. "Twins?" asked Donnie. "Why you little slut," giggled Sophie happily. I could see the happy yet worried looks on the faces of my girls. Then I heard the soft chatter of cleated tracks and looked up to see a real honest to goodness Snow Cat as it backed out of the trailer behind us. Daddy Vincent at the controls was being careful not to run anyone over. I heard the sounds of excited young girls and turned to see Momma Monica leading a group toward us. "We're having Twins Gramma," said Sophie. "Malissa Dawn Pierce, why didn't you say anything? And why are you out here riding around on a death machine in your condition?" "Monica, what are you talking about?" asked Vincent. "Your oldest Daughter in law is pregnant with twins," Monica answered. "Twins? Well this definitely calls for a celebration." He kissed my cheek. Then whispered, "Please let her pamper you this time." "I will Daddy," I answered him. Then I said, "I believe you brought me a few new students." "Oh, yes," said Monica. "Ladies, I'd like you to meet your Headmistress, my lovely Daughter in-law," I stepped forward. "Welcome Ladies, we'll get you all to the school and out of this cold as soon as we can secure transportation for you and your luggage." "Ma'am," I turned to see a young woman in a Faculty uniform. "I hope it's alright that Mrs Pierce hired me. I'm Flying Falcon, your new shuttle pilot. All the young ladies luggage is already aboard. We're just waiting for Pheasant to release the transport locks and for the safety inspector from Tomahawk Towing to finish his checklist so that I can lift off." "Oh," I looked at Monica in question but she stepped back urging Sophie forward. "I thought it would be better than having girls getting up two hours early to catch the bus in order to make it to School on time," she said. Then I realized that we did have two busses that ran a more rural route picking up girls who lived farther out from everyone else. As a result the busses that ran into town were fairly crowded. Also it was difficult for the Centaur girls to get on and off the busses. The shuttle had loading ramps at the doors and was large enough to handle both the Centaurs as well as the Shelter Kittens. But the Shelter Kittens and other Kittenette's were the only ones who went home each night. Not because there wasn't room in the Dorms, but because Miss Marissa and the Cougar/Kitten Council had met with me and we'd decided to make the exception for them. I hooked my arms in hers and Monica's and said, "Shall we begin getting our new young ladies to school?" it was a surprise to me, no one had said anything about another group of exchange students. Now looking at the twenty girls of various ages I realized they were all from the poorest of the reservations back home. I also took note that they were each wearing a headband with a single raven feather. As I moved among them greeting each one learning their names I could feel their excitement. Then I saw two older girls who stood with their heads down. When I was in front of them, I reached out gently lifting their faces to my own. Suddenly I had to fight the urge to gasp in shock. "And your names are?" I asked gently. "Tara," "Doe" they answered, their chins trembling. "Malissa?" "Momma, please. I see two young ladies who have obviously been mistreated at home." Not looking away from them I said, "Hold your heads high and proud little sisters." "P, Proud? Why should we be proud? Our fathers marked us because," I now touched Doe's lips with my fingers. "Yes, Proud. You endured the shame they sought to put on you. And you are here, where that is a mark of honesty, not shame." I was taking a guess here. "You were caught doing what you needed to do to put food on your family's tables and care for your younger siblings, were you not?" "Yes, but." "Doe, Tara, the Dirty nose mark is placed on cheating wives, not daughters who are providing food for their younger siblings," I told them. "And my guess is that as soon as the other girls at School discover that you both wear it you will become very popular with those who wish to learn about sex from someone other than a teacher using a text book. And I know that you two can give them the best advice." They brightened after that and stopped lagging behind. Monica and I took the girls to the school, and began getting them assigned to rooms and found them each a student guide to help them get acquainted with the campus and the dining schedules. Their arrival was even a surprise to Nona, which turned out to be a relief to me in a small way. When I finally got home I found Monica and Luna in the floor with Corra playing a game of grab. But I suspected Corra was winning using more than just normal childhood skills. Of course the younger kids had been up since dawn, excited about the arrival, so they were beginning to tire and would be in bed asleep before long. I leaned over Monica's shoulder. "I want to apologize beforehand for the noise tonight. It's been months since we've seen Sophie." "You kids don't worry, just have fun," she said with a knowing grin. To my surprise though it wasn't us who made the most noise. I giggled realizing that this was actually the first time we'd heard our in-laws having sex. Still it didn't deter us any as we showed Sophie how much we'd missed her. I woke slowly to the sounds of someone in the kitchen. Looking at the clock I realized it was close to time for everyone to be getting up, so I pulled on my robe leaving Sophie sleeping in Donnie's arms and made my way to the kitchen. I stood in surprise as Monica stood over my stove in just her pantys her arms wrapped around Luna who was similarly dressed, stirring a pan of gravy. They were kissing, deep and passionately, and then Monica gasped and broke the kiss. "Are you sure that's how my Daughter in-law makes her gravy every morning?" asked Monica. "Mom! What are you doing?" I gasped trying not to giggle. "I'm trying to learn to make your morning gravy," she answered. "Oh," I finally giggled sticking my finger in and tasting it. "Mmmmm, I think you got it just right," I said. "Got what just right?" asked Sophie behind me. "Morning Momma's." "Wait, why are you both just wearing pantys?" "Now Sophia, please do not judge," began Luna. "I'm not judging Momma. It's just naked breasts aren't part of the gravy recipe," she blushed. "Yes but pretty pantys and kissing as it simmers is, correct?" she asked her daughter. "Yes Momma. But Vincent might get the wrong idea if he saw you and Momma Monica standing naked kissing over the stove like that." "Sophie," Monica caressed her cheek. "Vincent has watched us do much more than that, or didn't you hear the three of us last night?" Suddenly Sophie's eyes opened wide. Holding up her hand she said, "I'm going to need a cup of coffee first, if we're giving cooking lessons." She reached for her favorite cup to find it wasn't there. In its place was the one Becca had made for her. "My god, this has got be the," my hand quickly covered her mouth. "Prettiest coffee cup you ever saw in your life," I finished for her taking my hand away. "Becca made it special for you, it's just like mine and Donnie's." "Oh, it's one of those," she grinned as I filled both of our cups. She paid close attention as I placed my fingers before taking my first drink. "You look like you're really enjoying that cup," observed Monica. "It really does enhance the flavor," I winked at Sophie. "Here try it," I set it down in front of her and watched as she took hold of the handle. As she was lifting it I quickly spread a tea towel over her breasts as she tipped it toward her lips. "What the!" Sophie and I were giggling now. "That is not funny," she spluttered. Luna leaned in and licked coffee from between her breasts. "I thought it was amusing. It's just like that beer stein of Vincent's, you know the one that takes great skill to cover the holes." Suddenly Monica was laughing as well. "Yes and you remember how we both cleaned you up afterwards." "Malissa, would you ask Becca if she would make me one of these wonderful mugs?" I leaned over the table pulling my own mug back to me, "Yours is under the tree, but you can't have it until tomorrow morning." I kissed her cheek. "Monica, Luna, you might want your nightie tops before," Vincent stopped at the doorway noticing the four of us there together. "Oh," they took them from him and pulled them over their heads. "Is there more coffee?" "Here you can use Donnie's home mug," I offered. He looked around at the expectant grins, "I think perhaps I'll just use a normal cup, thank you. I wouldn't want to encroach on my son's personal space." Suddenly Becca was in the midst of all of us. She looked at Sophie and me, then ran to the Christmas tree and came back with three presents. "Go ahead," I said motioning to the presents. They each hurried to unwrap their own mugs. Luna was the first to fill hers. "I will take this with me wherever I go," she told Becca. "I will Challenge my brother Shodaji to drink from it," she giggled happily. It was almost a week later that they finally got to meet precious as I sat in the kitchen guiding Momma Luna through making homemade Donuts. The sounds of the house waking up soon filled the kitchen as my girls came in to start their morning chores of making breakfast. Corra ran excitedly out the back door following Tank and Becca into the deep snow. "Corra, Becca get back in here this minute," began Sophie as she hurried out after them. "Oh my god, Malissa, Donnie, hurry!" I looked out the window to see Precious and Tank frolicking in the snow around them. "Hurry there's a, I don't know what out here," she screamed like a mother prepared to defend her children and rushed barefoot out to grab both girls. And suddenly, Precious was over the top of her. I rushed out quickly, "Precious, this is Sophie. She belongs here," I petted the Gambichow until her hackles dropped. Then to my surprise her tongue came out and she licked Sophie's face covering it with slobber. "Malissa, what the hell is that thing?" asked Monica from the safety of the doorway. Instead I turned to Precious who was now nuzzling Sophie's tummy, "Good Morning, did you come to check on Corra?" she nuzzled Corra then Becca then lifted her head and let out a strange noise that sounded kind of like a cross between a whoop and a yowl. Then she turned pressed her head to Tank's shoulder and bounded off through the snow. As she leapt over the fence she faded into the background. "Wh, what the hell was that thing?" demanded Sophie and Monica together. "Mom, Sophie, that was Precious," Donnie said. "She is a," "Gambichow," finished Luna. "Yes, and she has mated with Tank. She's also decided that Corra is to get a pup when they are born," I finished. My in-laws now looked at Donnie and I like we were insane. "Why would you want something like that," just then Mistress Gwendolyn appeared next to the Gazebo, Precious heeling at her side. "Mom, people back home say the same things about Wolves," Sophie reminded Monica having obviously been impressed with Precious' reactions. "Has Precious been causing problems?" asked Gwendolyn. "No, not at all. She was just saying hello, and finding out who all the new arrivals were," I said. We began to chat and invited her and Precious to breakfast. "Does Tank hunt?" she asked. "Precious loves those long eared Chewers for breakfast." She mentioned a local close relative of the wild rabbits back home. Only these were more a cross between a Badger and Jack Rabbit and about twice as big. For Herbivores they could get very vicious when cornered and the local Ecologists had listed them as a nuisance wild game animal without a restriction on bag limits or a hunting season. "Yes, he actually enjoys hunting them," Donnie verified. "Precious, you may hunt," she said. The two disappeared through the back gate together. Now we led her into our kitchen where she accepted a cup of coffee. "Miss Sophie, might I offer my congratulations," she grinned. "What? How did you know? I haven't told anyone yet." "Precious told me," she grinned. "She can sense it, even more so now that she is going to be a mother again herself." Monica was very impressed by Mistress Gwendolyn. She hadn't thought that they would agree on as many points as they did. But I knew her apprehension was from not knowing very much about Kitten Culture. I was smiling thinking how like Monica I was not even a year ago. Around noon Jennifer called, she'd been taking her turn as a live in Dorm Mother. She and Daphne were in one of the senior dorms. "Malissa, I tried to tell the girls they should ask first, but they've been busy building Snowmen," she said. "Oh, just the seniors or does it involve the whole school?" I asked seeing both Momma and Mistress Gwendolyn watching me now. "Oh, the whole school, Malissa there are Snow people everywhere." She said. "Hold on a minute," I told her. "Momma, Mistress Gwendolyn how would you like to judge a Snow sculpture exhibit? My young ladies have been busy all day." "Oh, I wonder if my Kittens would like to have one as well?" suddenly Mistress Gwendolyn was excited by the prospect. She took out her phone and dialed a number. "Tyrea, listen Kitten, I want you to get your sister and gather the kittens. We are going to have a snow sculpture competition." "Yes like snowmen, Fillandra." "I know we've never had one before. But I think this will give the Kittens a wonderful outlet for the excess energy." When she hung up she grinned, "My two oldest daughters are going to get the Kittens busy, would you like to come after we're finished viewing your Ladies sculptures and," "Yes Ma'am," I answered before she finished. My girls had already rushed off using my closet door to join their classmates. "Ma'am, we've recently acquired a few more young ladies who qualify for the Second Sisterhood. I was wondering if your Second Sisters would like to join mine in the initiations after the Christmas Dance at the Military Academy. It would be held at my Academy." "Oh, absolutely," we both looked at Donnie now. "The Dance will probably be postponed due to the weather, there are still students from all three of our Academies that haven't been able to make it back yet," he said. "I was considering changing it to a New Year's Eve Masquerade Ball with invitations for your Kittens to attend. That way everyone could attend, not just those with a Sweetheart." "The weather will hold, and I am sure that everyone will be able to make it back by the last day of the year," stated Luna. "Of course I'm looking forward to a chance to hear the Kitten Choir when we come to view the sculptures. I know the Tribal Schools are going to be out caroling this evening." Now everyone was looking at me. "I'm sure that those of my choir who are here would love to put on a performance." Someone knocked on the door and being on my feet still I opened it to find Mistress Fillandra. "Digger is modeling for a snow sculpture, so I have to be quick," she giggled. "Is my Momma still here?" "Fillandra, what is it lovey?" asked Mistress Gwendolyn. "The Kitten Choir has received a request to join the other school choirs on the steps of the Kitten Theater at 10 PM tonight to sing for the communities. Chief Red Cloud of the Black Foot Tribe has offered to provide Hay Sleds to pull them through the community for a round of Caroling as well." I could see that this was something that she wanted yet was almost afraid to suggest. "Miss Gwendolyn," Luna interrupted her thoughts. "Tonight is a night of peace and joy, you need not fear that Precious will misbehave. I am sure that everyone would love to hear her and her daughters singing with the Wolves. Tank will be safe," she said. Mistress Gwendolyn hugged Luna, then turned to Fillandra. "Go tell your sister to prepare the Choir and any others who wish to join. And Fill, it would be a special treat if my two oldest daughters were singing with their Chows tonight." "Thank you Momma, thank you," she hugged her then turned and was gone before she had taken two full steps. Knowing now that we were curious she answered the unspoken questions. "Fillandra is my oldest Adopted daughter, Tyrea is my middle Daughter and Bianca is the youngest." She had a tear in her eye. "I had to adopt after, after my accident." Tank and precious both came through the door then, and she dropped to her knees hugging the Chow. "You saved my life, and you have been a constant joy. Reminding me to have patience with young mischievous kittens." She looked up at us then, "I was a spoiled brat, I ran away after my mother refused to let me go to the Academy on Demonia. I was set on presenting myself as a House kitten. But I got a ride on the wrong transport, I found myself on Halcion, an unwilling concubine for the Prison guards there. When I realized I wasn't bound for the Academy I tried to escape, I pulled the emergency lever beside the door," she said. "When I finally regained consciousness Precious was standing over me. Other Chows were feeding on the crew and passengers of the transport, but she was protecting me. Backed into a corner of rock. All I could think of was, 'How was I going to get to the Academy with its beautiful gates and vine covered buildings." She looked around at each of us then. "I had no idea that the Academy was actually on the grounds of the Demonian Palace. Not until Kasha's mother found us and convinced Precious to let her help me. Precious saved my life, and she helped me find my three daughters." It was the first time that we'd heard the location of one of the other Kitten Academies that was scattered out across the stars. We held her then, comforting her. Letting her know that we understood. Then I thought about something else, as attached as she was to Precious, what would she do when Precious died of old age? How long did Gambichows live? If memory served, Miss Clara had said that Gwendolyn was her older sister by at least half a century. Miss Gwendolyn herself said that one tended to forget their own age after the first century or so. Then I remembered something else I'd read when researching Gambichows. Queen Kasha of Demonia had reigned for over two hundred and twenty four years. Now I had a better estimate of not just Gwendolyn's age but Clara's as well. Precious was more than just a bond mate to her on a psychological level, and the Kittens at the Academy were more to her than just girls who needed to be taught. She viewed them the same way Clara had viewed the girls in her own Academy. They were like her own children. The same way I felt toward the girls in mine. Yes I had my children, but I had so much love, so much acceptance I had to share it, had to care for as many as possible. That was why I'd felt like I'd failed when I had to expel those earlier this year. And I understood how Miss Clara could tolerate all those spoiled rich brats on Earth while she tried to teach them to be proper young ladies. Just like Miss Clara she suddenly apologized for displaying her weakness, and she smiled. "Let me freshen up and then we'll go view the sculptures." We wouldn't pry into her past, or the reasons why she wanted to become a Kitten. We would simply accept that like us she had a need to teach young girls to be the best that they could possibly be. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Stepping out the front doors of the Admin building I was amazed at the sheer number and variety of snow sculptures. Everything from your normal Snow people, to Centaurs, Driders and Dragons. Unlike the Halloween Haunted Dorms, it was impossible to choose a winner. I kept hearing giggles and turned down a path only to find a very intricate sculpture of a young girl in the throes of passion, bent over a bench with a Centaur Stallion mounted from behind. I heard several gasps of shock behind me and realized I had been followed. The girls were still trying to complete a portion where the two bodies were joined by the Stallions penis. A flash startled everyone and then the utter look of terror froze on five young faces. "Rachel Pierce, finish that sculpture and you will be in detention for a month," came out of my lips before I knew it. "Oh I think they've got a real eye for proper proportions," giggled Monica as she took another picture from a different angle. "Mom, I am trying to teach them to use discretion here. What if younger girls were to wander down this pathway?" I looked around trying to give each of the young ladies a look as Stern and unapprovingly as possible. "She's right Monica, this is something I'd expect to find at the Military Academy, it is completely inappropriate for young ladies or Kittens," said Mistress Gwendolyn. "But I would have to say that for sheer creativity, it does deserve first place. It's a shame that we can't display it though." "Excuse me," we all turned to see Ariella. "Would it be possible to acquire that sculpture? With say a donation to the school activities fund?" "You would want to have that? Where would you find to display it?" I asked. "In the Frost Museum of course. It has been ages since anyone added a sculpture." "Oh, Ariella, you were quite right, I must have it," Queen Elayah of the Avalonian Quadrant phased into the little clearing. "I will offer thirty thousand Galactic Credits." "Forty," "Forty Five" "Fifty" We were turning our heads back and forth as more Queens showed up offering a bid. Suddenly our heads were swiveling back and forth as I tried to keep track of everyone. Suddenly dead silence fell as one final Queen phased into place directly in front. "I will Donate twenty Million Galactic Credits to the Arts programs of the combined schools on this planet, provided the young ladies are not reprimanded for creating Art. And I will stipulate that before any more such items are created the artists are to present a drawing beforehand for the headmistress' or headmaster's approval to ensure that it is suitable for all ages to view." The silence drew out. "Well?" Asked Astrid. "Do we have a bargain?" "Rachel, Kiki, please be careful finishing your, Art work," I said. "I will have guardians insure that no underage students are allowed to view it before it can be transferred to the Frost Museum later today," Astrid said. We quietly retreated. "How can I possibly be upset with them now?" I chuckled to myself. "Tyrea." Gwendolyn had her phone out. "I'm sending you a picture of a sculpture. If you and the other Mistresses wish to view it in person you may wish to hurry. It has been purchased for the Frost Museum." Suddenly both Fillandra and Tyrea were there. "See I told you Erotic snow sculptures would be just fine," said Tyrea. "Kittens?" "Momma, it's just the senior Kittens," said Fillandra. Tyrea looked shocked that Fillandra had called her Momma in public. "Tyrea, they know that you are my Kitten Daughters," Gwendolyn said. "Oh," Tyrea blushed for the first time since I'd met her. "And Precious, Sadie and Digger will be joining the Kitten Choir at the Theater tonight. I've been assured there will be no problems between Species since a good number of the wolves will be there. Including Tank." Walking the grounds of the Kitten Academy, viewing their sculptures was very enlightening. They were if nothing else, original in their imagination. And yet every sculpture screamed Kitten or Cougar and Kitten. Each depicted a well spring of love and adoration. But it all came down to one sculpted scene involving a wrought iron bench. An obvious cougar sat, a kitten over her knees, her skirt up, pantys about her knees, while two other young kittens knelt. Their arms bound as well waiting for their own spanking a creature that was familiar in size and shape lay at the cougar's feet. "I would purchase this one also," stated Astrid. "Were it not for the fact that someone else beat me to it already." "Someone else has already purchased this?" asked Mistress Gwendolyn. "Pending your Approval of course," said a very elegant Demonian, a Gambichow striding obediently at her side as she stepped forward to hug Gwendolyn. It was then I realized the creature was supposed to be a semi camouflaged Gambichow. "Of course Your Highness. But where would you keep it on Demonia?" "It will be stored in the freezer until after the holidays, and then I intend to donate it to the Frost Museum with the other sculptures that have been purchased today for that same purpose." They hugged and then we were introduced. Kasha gave me a hug, and then her Chow gave me a nuzzle of approval. "Dezzi, are you sure?" "Sorry, Dezzi wishes to meet your youngest Daughter. She's never met one so young who would 'Impress' an unborn Chow before." As if she knew she was being discussed Corra jumped into my arms, then struggled to get down. I saw several sets of eyes go wide as she hugged each Chow in turn starting with Precious. Queen Kasha stooped and asked, "Are you excited little one?" "Yes very." "And do you know her name yet?" "Sheba, Precious her Mommy." Corra wrapped her arms around Precious' neck. "Tank her Daddy." After a bit more of talking with Corra, Kasha smiled. "I always knew you would do well, and that like you Precious would blaze trails too." "Thank you Ma'am," answered Gwendolyn. "Ma'am? Please just call me Kasha. After all we were roommates for four years, remember?" "How could I ever forget," they both laughed. "Are you going to stay for the Singing? The Kitten Choir is going to be performing with the other Academies at the Kitten Theater in town. And the Chows are going to howl with the wolves. Tank will be there," it sounded almost like a plea. "I will if I can ride on one of those hay sleds I've been hearing about since I arrived. I'd love to go singing through the streets with your kittens and the rest of the communities here. And I am sure that Dezzi and those who came with us would love the opportunity to sing as well. It isn't often there are this many chows in one place." She went with us to visit Donnie's Academy and just like the Kitten Academy there were Demonian Cadets there who recognized her instantly. But they let Drew Correll decide the winning sculpture which was then purchased by the Bank. The sculpture was one depicting a Dragon taking wing, "It's supposed to be ," Donnie whispered to me. "Darklight," I finished. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Soon the sleds piled with straw bales began to arrive at the Academies, pulled by the larger snowmobiles. No one needed encouragement as they began climbing on. Already they were singing, and we could hear others in the distance singing as we got closer to town, slowing down each time we passed a house to invite the dwellers to join in. At one point the sleds split up each going down a different street or lane. And still people continued either to follow them or towards the Theater in the center of the town, or out into the nearby surroundings to invite others. Men, women and children of all ages were there. Gathered around singing happily as they waited for the sleds to return from the outlying areas. I saw one that looked strange as it weaved its way through the crowd drawn by horses. Then to my amazement I recognized the three Spirit Women of the Nations as they stood atop it with Djulie and her girls who were singing happily and tossing candy to the children. Behind that one was a procession of horse drawn sleds from the Tribes. We drew straws to see which school would begin first. My young ladies sat patiently waiting for the Kittens and then the Tribes to finish before they took their turn. After Donnie's cadets performed Mistress Gwendolyn stepped out front before what looked like an empty stage. Turning she faced it. "Be ready, this is one of the best parts," giggled Kasha. I suddenly realized that none of the Chows had been seen yet. Raising her little wand like stick Gwendolyn paused. Then with a flourish she swept it down then up as the first Chow began its eerie call slowly coming into view. Then the next and the next, her other hand came up as she began directing the voices of the Chows. In all there were nearly two dozen on the stage. I saw Gwendolyn falter just the slightest but she quickly recovered as the long screeching yowl of the Gambichows began to take on the musical properties of a real choir. Once they had all joined in it was quite beautiful and I saw more than a few wet eyes. When it finally died away a roar of applause erupted. Then the lights came back on, on the outside stage and I began to count heads. "How could there be that many here?" I asked Kasha. "The beginning of the song was a call to the others of the Gambichow Choir. When I heard that Precious and her daughters were going to perform I made a phone call." Suddenly I realized those who had slipped unseen through the crowd were now being joined on the stage by their bond mates. There close to the front was Robert Parnell. Suddenly Kasha gasped in surprise. "What is it? I was trying to see what had caused her to be alarmed. There was a very young Chow on the stage who hadn't been there before, and she was hunkered down. Her nose butting against Tandy Parnell's ankles. Suddenly she let out a screeching yowl that sounded like a plea for attention. "Pet her child, hurry and pet her, please pet her," breathed Kasha fighting the urge to yell it out. Gently, slowly Tandy crouched down on eye level, then reached out placing her hand on its nose. Suddenly the two were rolling together on the stage as Tandy hugged the little half grown Chow. "Dezzi, Heel," mumbled Kasha. The chow disappeared from the stage and reappeared at her side. "Who is she? Where did she come from?" she asked. But I suspected that she already knew part of the answer. As people began to mingle and sing again in smaller groups Robert made his way over to us. "That's the first time I've ever heard of a wild Chow Pup jumping to find a Bond Mate," Kasha said. "Kasha, not just one Bond Mate. Lolly and Tandy are bonded, like I was bonded with Lolly's Mother." "But you were bonded with Angel before you bonded with her mother. So it was not really a three way Bond." She nodded to the three as they pranced and played together. I had a feeling that this was one thing that was truly a mystery about Chows. I didn't know that the real mystery was the wild Gambichow jumping off planet to find her Bond mate. I kept looking at the little Chow, trying to picture what it must have looked like as a newborn. Would we get to see Precious' pups when they were born? I was drawn away by the arrival of Darklight and Ariella as they came to celebrate with us. Ariella's three daughters joined her as did hundreds of other unicorns, in moving through the crowd in different directions, their voices singing a mysterious tune. I was sure no one knew what the words meant, but they were joyful and uplifting. In their wake people began to notice that colds and other ailments had been healed. I was busy watching as they reached the outer edges of the crowd then began coming back together, they seemed to be moving with a certain destination. And still they sang, the song changing, becoming more complex. And then I realized who they were converging on. Beverly, Erika Tyler's friend who had arrived from Earth with Sophie. Heads high they sang to the twin moons, as they gently ringed the woman and her three daughter kittens. Then as Ariella's daughters held the final notes, she dipped her head and spoke. "Quickly together at the same time, touch my horn." Their faces brightened a bit, as the final note died away. "No one who is present here tonight will doubt that you are mother and daughters and sisters." And then the fireworks started, and as we watched them light up the sky in blossoms and formations we'd never dreamed of I realized that this really was the kind of place I'd always wanted for a home. "Ho, Ho, Ho, Merry Christmas," called Darklight as he shifted to human form. Dressed in a red Santa suit complete with a fat tummy and a long flowing white beard. Astrid at his side draped in a green and red shawl. Then he took a seat on the bottom steps and held out his hand to a child. "Come tell Santa what you want for yourself this Christmas," encouraged Astrid. There was silence as each child one by one took a seat and whispered into his ear. Even those visiting from Earta were called up and I noticed that with each child another phase spider would appear next to Astrid, then vanish before the next child was called forth. Finally after all the children present had been seen, people began returning to their homes. My children were in bed asleep long before we were. We had help from Crystal smuggling the rest of the presents that had been stored at the Garage in town. I woke to the sounds of excited squeals in the family room. Looking around we saw all the presents our children had asked Santa for on the steps of the Kitten Theater. Many things I saw could only have come from Earth, and I suspected now that the Phase Spiders had been involved in not just acquiring them but in delivering them unseen. "Gramma Night Bird is gona be here for lunch Mommy," said Becca and I wondered when she'd talked to her. One of the things my in-laws gave the children was a key chain size Electronic Photo Album each, with pictures from home and room in the memory for thousands more. Erika and Rachel began downloading the pictures from their computers and the littler ones ask for help from Sophie and I. I plugged Corra's into my laptop and began loading my picture album onto it in Slideshow format. But then I was interrupted to eat breakfast, by the time we finished not just my personal albums but those I'd added for reference and my own learning had gotten onto it. Reading the instructions I saw that I could add ten times the memory to it in the form of flash drives. Corra was happy as she sat there in her tights and PJ's watching the slideshow of pictures. "Look Mommy, Grammy Night Birds house," Corra was excited. I was stunned to realize that she recognized it, but when had she seen it or who had told her whose house it was? "Look Sweetie, this is our house back home on Earth. I hope you'll come visit with us when you come there," said Monica. "Can I Mommy? Can I go visit Aunt Bambi and Uncle Jon Paw?" she asked. "Of course you can when we," suddenly she was gone. "Corra, Corra," I called out loud. "Malissa it's alright. She's probably gone across the street to show," began Monica. "Mother, please," Donnie said. Suddenly she was back clinging to my neck. Donnie's phone began ringing. "Yeah Sis?" "Donnie, are you guys on planet? Corra was just here. She umm, she interrupted us," Bambi told him. I left Donnie to explain to his sister what was going on. "Corra remember, we talked about this. You aren't supposed to jump that far," I started only to have her disappear and reappear in Monica's arms. "Sweetie, it's dangerous for you to just go jumping off," Monica gasped as the two disappeared together. "Malissa?" Mistress Gwendolyn said a few moments later over my phone. "I just wanted you to know that your Mother in-law and Corra are here visiting with Precious." "Thank you I'll come and get them," I said. "Malissa, do you think she might be jealous?" "No Ma'am, she's the baby, she gets more attention than anyone else," I said. "What about after the babies are born?" she asked. "She will still be loved just as much," I said. "Yes we both know that. But she will no longer be the Baby of the family. You need to start doing special things with her to let her know how much you love her. In so many ways she is just like an insecure little Kitten looking for someone to guide her." I sat there stunned at the wisdom from a woman who had never given birth. But she was right and I knew it. "Malissa, I'll bring them home in a little bit. But I think she needs a bit of time with Precious. I've never seen Precious play fetch before." By noon they were both back home together, Monica it seemed had found a new respect for me in coping with a child who could just appear and disappear at will. "Corra," I held out my arms to her. "Sweetie you scared all of us. Please take one of us with you next time," I tried to reason with her. "I'm sorry Mommy," she hugged me. "So you taught Precious how to play fetch," I smiled. "Malissa, she would disappear and that beast would go find her and bring her back," said Monica. "Oh," I giggled. "You taught her to play hide and seek. Did you have fun?" "Yes Mommy. Thank you for not getting mad at me," I hugged her tightly kissing her cheek. "Malissa, you need to nip this in the bud right this minute. Why, when I was her age my mother knew just how to handle my misbehavior," started Monica. Corra let go of my neck and ran to Monica. "I love you Gramma," as her hands touched her the two disappeared again. A few minutes later she was back, without her Grandma. "Corra, where's Grandma?" Donnie asked her. "I taked her to Gramma Night Bird cuz she now deal wif her," Corra giggled. "Corra that wasn't nice," I was fighting the urge to join everyone else in laughing. "Corra, will you please go get Gramma Pierce?" "It's alright Malissa. She'll be fine for a while where she is," began Vincent. "Dad, please don't encourage her," said Donnie. "Corra?" "I'm sorry Daddy," she disappeared and then a few moments later she was back with both Monica and Night Bird. "Thank you Sweetie," I said. "Momma's, Daddy, dinner is on the table," giggled Maleeza. She and her older sisters had been busy all morning fixing our Christmas Dinner. I had been expecting to see the fine china again that Momma and Daddy had given us as a gift after our first thanksgiving dinner. Not many families had a thirty place setting, set of china. And there it was each of us had our very own place at the huge family table. What did catch my eye was the gleam on the new silverware with 'P' monogram on each piece. And the crystal glassware sparkled in the flickering candle light from table centerpieces. We stood as the younger children were seated. Then the men began seating the older girls and finally Donnie, Vincent and Luke held our chairs as Sophie, Monica, Laura, Luna and I were seated before taking their own seats. "Now," asked Donnie, "Who would like to give thanks?" We took each other's hands around the table, waiting for someone to begin. "I would like to give thanks to the Great Spirits, and to the first beings for blessing this this planet and bringing us all together here. And for the chance to know my first daughter," began Luna. Then the next in turn offered thanks, and the next and the next until it was my turn. "I would like to give thanks for the chance to be a Momma to so many wonderful children, and for the chance have my wonderful Corra who teaches me something new every day." "Malissa, you didn't eat much," observed Donnie. "Neither did you. Are you planning to have a late dinner with your Cadets?" I asked knowing that Erika and Danny, Greg, and Daniel all had dress uniforms ready for the evening dinner at the Academy. "Yes are you dining with your young ladies?" he asked. "Actually," I hesitated. "I am going to sit in at the Kitten Academy, Mistress Gwendolyn is going to dine with my young ladies tonight." "What?" "It is an exchange of cultures. I will be selecting one from each class ninth through twelfth to join me. Mistress Gwendolyn is doing the same with her Kittens." I explained. The idea had come up after Corra had showed up with Monica earlier and she had expressed an interest in seeing more of how Kittens behaved during such formal occasions. "We'll be fine Vincent," she told her husband. "I just wish I had time to go to a salon, is there even a salon on this planet?" "Mom," I reached for her hand. "They are expecting us in the seniors, Beauty Arts Class room," I told her. The room was set up like a full service Beauty Salon where they learned to style hair as well as do nails and full makeovers. "Here you are love," Sophie giggled as she kissed my cheek handing me the cedar box with my Eagle feathers. Monica looked at it and then turned to Vincent. "They are in the bottom of my travel trunk," he said. Suddenly she was in his lap kissing his face. "I knew that you would find an opportunity to wear them." As Monica sat in the class room getting her hair done I sat at my desk selecting from the newest students which four would get the opportunity to attend dinner with us. Doe and Tara were my first two choices. They had already been through so much, and deserved a special surprise. I also knew that they like the rest had brought Formal Beaded Doe Skin dresses. My real surprise for Monica was the dress I'd picked out for her to wear. I'd had to do a bit of calling around to find one. But my sister Missy had returned and helped me locate one for her. She'd simply looked at me curiously when I'd taken mine along with my knee high moccasins with me. Now Sophie stood giggling holding out her own Moccasins to Monica. "You know if we have to go outside we're going to freeze our asses off don't you?" Monica said as she the laces up her calves. "No more than anyone else will," I answered moments before the four chosen to go filed into my office. "How are we even going to get there? Dinner is at Six PM, that's thirty minutes from now." "Falcon, are you ready?" I asked over the intercom. "Yes Ma'am. And the shuttle is all warmed up and ready to fly," answered our school shuttle pilot. I'd actually taken a bit of time to learn how a Cheyenne maiden had learned not only to fly a shuttle craft, but become certified as a Transport Pilot. The answer was actually simpler than I'd thought. She had been one of those who had joined us on the journey, then made the return trip with Sophie helping out in the diner. Sophie had been the one to broach the subject first after seeing how fascinated she was watching Trader teaching his and Paula's girls to fly his own. Sophie the little minx had actually purchased the Shuttle on her trip home, commissioning it to be turned into a bus and saying that she wished to have the flight instruction manuals and computer learning simulations downloaded to a new laptop. Flying Falcon had been ecstatic when Sophie offered her the job and had even gotten Trader to give her lessons. She'd had to wait of course until the return trip to get her license issued at Omega. But after a few hours to familiarize with it she had passed with 'flying' colors. It was seeing the little badge on her school uniform that keyed me into the similar badge on Erika's School uniform. It looked just like those little communicator badges they wore on Star Trek. We were just inside the doors getting ready to step out to the shuttle when a second one landed. Then I recognized the Kitten Academy Crest on the front next to the cockpit, it was a Kitten Academy Shuttle. As it shut down we greeted the new arrivals. An excited, very young Mistress I'd only seen maybe twice jumped off and hugged Falcon, "Do you like it?" she giggled delightedly. "I just got it for Christmas." She was holding up the card that had been delivered with it and I recognized it as being identical to the one that had come with my own special present that I hadn't actually asked for but had thought a lot of while the younger children were talking to Santa. "Jinnee is very excited. She's had her license for two years since graduating. And now she finally has her own shuttle to fly, and someone willing to hire her, besides Racine Demure." The first time I'd met her was during the Second Sisterhood initiations. The second was during the snow sculpture contests. As I watched she and Falcon extended closed hands towards each other, and then fit their knuckles together before giving a single shake. I'd seen Erika do that with Gretchen and Donnie before. Now I realized it was a Shuttle Pilots equivalent of a secret handshake. "You'll have to give me the Coordinates for the Tyler Ranch. I'm supposed to be picking up her Kittens too," she told Falcon I had a few questions to ask when I got home now. Like when and how did he and Erika learn to fly a shuttle? And why hadn't I been informed of it? But of course they had to be using shuttles if they were going on maneuvers to the other continents.