Isle of She-Beasts

After their recent escape from Shade Stalker, Spike, Sunset, and their newly acquainted feral woman, Sweetie, trekked deeper into the jungles of Dr. Grogar’s island.

They forded fetid swamps, entered treacherous ravines, and climbed rocky steps.

Nevertheless, Spike’s little group continued to search for their friends. Daring the lands where no ordinary human, nor the faint of heart, would ever explore, the journey continues.

As it so happens, Sunset Shimmer, gifted or cursed, with a tiger’s power, includes a sense of smell.

The tiger-woman was putting her nose to use, as she searches the forest floor, sniffing out the scents of her friends, across the island.

“Is it much far now, Sunset?” Spike asked.

“Not far now, Spike,” Sunset replied.

“Any chance the trail’s cold?”

“The trail’s never cold, Spike. You have to know what you’re looking for.”

With that, Sunset resumes sniffing through a myriad of scents, determined to track down her friends.

“The smell is still fresh,” Sunset sniffed, before she cringed. “Real fresh! It’s so ripe, Pinkie Pie must’ve used her banana bazooka surprise here…”

“Oh?” Spike decided to take a whiff of the air, and recoiled from the strong stench that lingers in the air. “Right…”

Not too far away, a giant gorilla-like chimera, lies flat on its back…dead. With a huge bite mark on its abdomen.

Sunset continued to track the scents of her friends, with Sunset and Sweetie following close behind. For what must’ve been an hour, Sunset Shimmer came to a sudden stop.

“Oh no,” Sunset Shimmer moaned with dread.

“What do you mean, ‘oh no?’” Spike asked the tiger-woman.

“Look!” Sunset pointed.

Ahead, Spike gasped in horror to see a large barren wasteland, so dull, so cold, so devoid of life.

Ravaged fields, trampled trees, and piles of animal bones. To Spike, it was as if he and his party had stepped into a graveyard. Or a huge necropolis of a savanna.

“This looks like an elephants’ graveyard!” Spike gasped.

“This ain’t no graveyard, Spike,” Sunset Shimmer explained. “We’re in Tirek’s territory!”

“Tirek?!”

“Yup. Last I hear, of all the criminals who got mutated by Grogar, he had it worst. He’s got a voracious appetite that can never be satisfied. No matter how much he eats, or drinks, he’s always hungry.”

“Always? Hungry?” Spike looked at the bones, feeling his entire being turn pale. “He ate all of them?” Sunset nodded in confirmation. “And our friends came here?” Spike asked.

“They had to…” Sunset sniffed the air. “This is where the trail ends. Either that, or the dry air in this area is so foul, I can’t smell anything…”

“So…we either go in there, or take our chances and go back out into the woods with Shade hunting us…” Spike listed the limited options they had.

A loud, agonizing inhuman scream was heard, howling in the distant. Human or animals, it doesn’t matter anymore. Either way, no one is safe from the hunter.

“Okay, I’ve decided,” Spike said frantically. “Let’s go!”

With that, out of impulse, Spike was the first to take off running into the wasteland, with Sunset and Sweetie chasing after him.

“Spike! WAIT!” Sunset called.

But it was too late. In his blind fear, Spike had stepped on an unstable cliff, which broke beneath his foot. The young man plunged into the depth below, screaming.

“SPIIIIIIKE!!!” Sunset screamed, watching helplessly as the man fell and rolled along the hilly slope, until he came to a stop.

His whole body aching, Spike slowly got up, wincing at the pain he’s certain to feel in the coming days. His whole skin was covered in bruises and dirt, his ears were ringing, and his leg was throbbing and burning from the painful sensation.

“Spike? Are you okay?” Sunset called from above the cliff.

“I’m fine,” Spike called back.

“Okay, stay right there! We’re going to find a way to you!”

With that, Sunset and Sweetie disappeared from the cliff, while Spike was left by his lonesome, in the skeletal graveyard.

Everywhere he looked, he felt as if he’s being watched, by the animal skulls, or something hiding inside of them. Either way, he couldn’t stop his teeth from chattering, his hairs standing on end, and goosebumps running all over his body, just knowing that something will jump out and surprise him.

Spike wasn’t looking where he was going, when he backed into a large decaying rib cage of a dead grootslang. Upon bumping into the rotten bones, Spike let out a yelp.

“AAAAAAHHH!!!”

“BAAAAA!!!”

A bleating cry was heard, to which Spike turned around to see the silhouette of a figure, trapped beneath the bones.

The creature kicked up the dirts beneath it, as it tries to get away. But the grootslang skull held it in place.

Spike cautiously stepped closer for a better look, to see that the creature is an anthropomorphic sheep.

Judging by its voluptuous, yet petite, body shape, a female one at that. Her skin was as light and warm as a human's, with her face bearing such resemblance, furthered only by a short snout than an average sheep. Instead of hooves, she has hands and feet, with five digits on each. The only sheep-like traits she has are a large clump of wool for her hair, large ears that droops to the sides, with one having a yellow tag that bears a number, and wide eyes that are bright and alert.

She was almost naked – possibly having been sheared – with only a few clump of wools wrapping around her chest and waist, resembling a bikini.

"Wow," Spike blushed, taken in by the sheep's near human appearance. "What a pretty leggy lamb!"

The frighten sheep looked up at Spike, quivering in fear and from the lifeless cold air, of the wasteland.

Still, Spike held his hand out to the trapped sheep. The sheep let out a terrified bleating scream, forcing Spike to retract his hand.

“No, wait! Shhh!” Spike shushed the sheep to no avail. “It’s okay, it’s okay! I’m here to help!”

After several failed attempts to escape, the sheep was exhausted, to which it finally let Spike get closer.

“Shhhh, it’s okay,” Spike gently stroke the sheep’s fluffy hair and chin as an added coaxing strategy. “That’s a good girl.”

“Spike!” Sunset Shimmer called, as she and Sweetie appeared. “There you are! What—“

Without warning, the sheep let out another frightful bleat, frantically kicking her legs, struggling to wriggle herself free from the bones she was trapped under.

Spike looked at the scared sheep, then back towards a concerned Sunset, and he quickly realized.

“Whoa, whoa, it’s okay!” Spike exclaimed to the sheep. “Sunset’s a good tiger! She’s not going to eat you!”

But the sheep was too frightened to listen. Instead, it continued to bleat wildly and frantically to break free.

Knowing that the sheep’s cry will soon attract some unwanted and dangerous attention, Spike quickly got to work, freeing the sheep.

"Easy, easy!" Spike said, as he picked up a stone to break off a chunk of the bones that caged the scared sheep.

Upon seeing what Spike was doing, Sweetie sprang into action to help, by picking up a stone and shattering another bone, allowing the sheep to have more room with her legs. In her fright, the sheep kicked Spike in the chest, knocking the wind out of him, and throwing him a great distance, had Sunset not caught him.

"Are you okay, Spike?" Sunset asked.

"...I've...been...kicked...worst..." Spike moaned breathlessly.

In the meantime, Sweetie quickly ran over to check up on Spike, allowing the sheep to break free from her imprisonment, without the others stopping her.

"Hey! WAIT!" Sunset shouted, chasing after the frighten sheep. "STOP! DON'T RUN!!!"

In the meantime, Spike was left in the care of Sweetie, who cuddled the young disoriented photographer close to her chest.

"Oh..." Spike moaned, slowly regaining his senses. "Man, who knew sheep could pack such a kick?" He asked, rubbing his head, to which Sweetie proceeded to mimic, as she rubbed his head with her hands, much to his discomfort.

"AH! Too hard, too hard!" Spike shouted, stopping the feral woman.

Just as Spike regained his footing, with Sweetie helping him up, there was a hissing sound that startled both man and feral woman in alarm. It sounded close, somewhere off to the right and left. The sound was coming from all around them. Something fast that kicked the rocks along the ground, crushing the rotten bones.

With his hair standing on end, Spike decided it was time for him and Sweetie to go. Just before they ran in the same direction as Sunset and the sheep, the shadowy outline of a dark hunched figure leapt up onto a pile of bones and glanced at the two humans.

Spike could hardly believe his eyes, while Sweetie snarled at the creature, hissing and arching her back, like a cat.

Unfortunately, the feral woman's intimidation did little to no good, as both she and Spike were surrounded.

Heart beat fast, her lungs pumping overtime, as Sunset Shimmer ran after the sheep as fast as her legs could carry her. But the sheep was faster and more agile than she is. At that moment, once again, instinct takes over. Out of frustration, Sunset got down on all four and sprinted faster than she's ever sprinted before.

With her strong arms, she can feel herself hooking the ground with her claws, then pulling herself forward with her arms, to thrust herself forward, almost throwing herself in the air. As an extra boost of momentum, her legs pushed herself off the ground, upon touching the ground with her feet. Her tail slithering in the air, to keep her balance. Finally, once she was close enough, the tiger-woman let out a triumphant roar as she pounced on the sheep, and they rolled across the ground in a cloud of dusts, until they crashed into a pile of bones.

"BAAAAAAHHH!!!" The sheep bleated upon the impact.

Once the dusts had cleared up, Sunset stood up, with the sheep pinned down. Setting her sight on the little lamb, the Tiger-Woman took one sniff, her mouth watering upon the fragrant smell of meat wafting over her. She looked down to see the sheep's frightened eyes, with a single tear cascading down her cheeks. The sheep ceased her struggles, closing her eyes, willing to accept the inevitability she knew was coming.

Sunset's predatory instinct was strong. So strong, her human rationality could barely hold it back. As if complying the sheep's silent request to end it already, the tiger-woman lunged forward to clamp her jaws around the sheep's neck.

"SUNSET!" Spike screamed as he and Sweetie caught up to the Tiger–Woman and sheep.

Upon hearing Spike's voice, the Tiger-Woman snapped her head back up, to see the young photographer running towards her, with the feral woman in tow.

"S...S...Spike?" Sunset stammered, nearly forgetting the man's name.

"Sunset! We've got a problem!" Spike said, huffing and wheezing.

Before the man could speak, the sound of barking was heard, followed by what could be described as the laugh of a madman, or even an entire pack of such. The sheep's ears perked up in alarm, with her eyes bursting wide open. She was just about to run off again, had Sunset not held a strong grip onto her arms.

Before long, shadows started to descend upon them, blocking out the sun. Everyone looked up to see the shadowy outline of a vulture. But then the creature leapt down from its perch, to reveal it has the face of a fiendish wild dog. The joint of its wings are tipped with sharp claws that can rip into flesh of any living creatures, like butter. Worse still, it wasn't alone.

Everyone all stood back-to-back as they looked up to find themselves surrounded by more of the savage vulture-dog creatures. They were stalking, slowly advancing upon the group from every direction.

"What are these things?" Spike asked. "Beast-Men? Chimeras?"

"No...worse!" Sunset Shimmer frowned. "They're Raptorians!"

"Raptorians?"

Before Spike could continue to question, one of the vulture Predators leapt from its perch and landed close too close to him and his group. It was at that moment that Spike realized these creatures have a large sickle-shaped claw on their toes. The man looked up at the creature, just in time to see it snapping its jaws open, baring its savage canine fangs.

"AAAAAAHHHH!!!" Spike screamed, nearly having a heart attack, with Sweetie screeching and jumping onto his shoulders.

The anthropomorphic sheep nearly took off running, had Sunset not held her by the arm. And for good reason. One of the Raptorians immediately snapped its neck at the sudden movement of the sheep. The creature licked its chops, as it sets its eyes on the sheep, eager for a bite, along with two of its pack members flanking behind.

Meanwhile, Spike kept his eyes on a large Raptorian, with an eye missing, and Sweetie hissing and swiping her hand at the dog-vultures. In response, one of the Raptorians slashed its claws at her, scratching her hand.

"AAAAH!!" Sweetie yelped, clutching her bloody hand, to which Spike checked.

Before the Raptorian could lunge in for the kill, Sunset Shimmer got in between it and her friends, letting out a thunderous roar, scaring the Raptorians to back away. But the dog-vultures were still eager for a meal, and they kept their eyes on the group.

"Ooh! That's...gotta hurt..." Spike winced at the bloody sight of Sweetie's hand.

Sweetie simply let out a low, whimpering meow, as Spike reached into his backpack to pull out a roll of bandages. Unfortunately, the minute he had his back turned, a Raptorian lunged forward to pounce on him.

"SPIKE!!!" Sunset Shimmer screamed, intercepting the attack, catching the Raptorian in mid-air and tossing it into the others.

"WHOA!" Spike shouted at the near-death experience. "That was–"

"No time!" Sunset interrupted, grabbing Spike by the hand, Sweetie in the other, while carrying the sheep over her shoulder.

[Chase Music Here]

With that, a chase was underway. Even if she was half-tiger, Sunset didn't want to run the risk of Spike and the others' safety. Maybe it's her humanity, or something else. Nevertheless, getting her friends out of harm's way is her number one priority.

"Sunset! Slow down!" Spike pleaded, as his legs could barely keep up with the Tiger-Woman's speed. Not to mention he was still limping from his injury, courtesy of Shade.

Unfortunately, the Raptorians weren’t giving the Tiger-Woman the option to slow down. Barking like wild dogs, with some that cackled like hyenas, the bird-dog hybrids were snapping their jaws, as they flapped their wings furiously, chasing after their preys.

At one point, Sunset tripped on some bones, causing her to fall on her front, with Spike, Sweetie, and the sheep to land on her back, as they all ended up a bumpy and scary slide, on the spine of a large animal.

Once they flew off the end of the bony slide, they landed on a hill of bones, with the Raptorians not too far behind.

"BAAAAAAHHHH!!!" The sheep bleated, to which Sunset looked down to see the anthropomorphic lamb was sliding down the pile of bones, frantically struggling to get a firm hold, but to no avail.

The more the sheep tried, the closer she was falling towards the Raptorians.

"Sunset!" Spike pleaded. "SAVE HER!!"

With that, Sunset Shimmer complied, running down the bony hill, just in time to slash her claws across the one-eyed Raptorian alpha, saving the sheep. Angered, with a bleeding scratch on its cheek, close to where an eye was, the one-eyed alpha snarled at the Tiger-Woman, who carried its meal away.

“I got her!” Sunset showed the sheep. “Now let’s go!”

With that, Spike followed Sunset and the sheep, while Sweetie followed Spike, turning around a corner, but were distraught to find a dead end.

“Oh no! We’re trapped!” Spike moaned, as he and his group turned around to see the Raptorians closing in.

“It was nice knowing you, Sunset,” Spike quivered, with Sweetie cradling her face against his. “And you too, Sweetie.”

“Just get behind me,” Sunset beckoned, as she stood between the Raptorians and her group.

Spike watched as the tiger-woman got on all four and bared her fangs out, with a loud roar and hissing growl, and a slash of her claws.

The Raptorians nearly backed away, but they didn’t retreat. Their numbers was on their side, as they clearly have the advantage. Even a She-Beast, like Sunset, doesn’t stand a chance to a whole pack of Raptorians.

The stand-off wasn’t prolonged any further, when the sound of thundering footsteps was heard. The ground shook with every second the footsteps got closer, until it became pronounced and distinguished to realize that the footsteps were, in fact, hoof steps.

The Raptorians looked up in alarm. The one-eyed alpha immediately barked a command, as it and the rest of its pack members quickly took their leave.

[End of Music]

Left by their lonesome, Spike, Sunset, and their two new female friends felt the ground quaking beneath their feet.

At that moment, something stepped on a pile of bones, shattering the rotten remains beneath it, snapping loudly in the air.

Spike and his group braced themselves for what was about to come. And then, trudging out from around the corner of a pile, stood a huge beast that resembled a centaur.

The creature looked almost like a man, except his entire lower body were the body of a mighty draft horse. His arms were as burly and fearsome as a gorilla’s, with sharp horns of a bull.

Upon a close look at the centaur’s face, Spike could hardly believe his eyes.

“Omigosh!” Spike exclaimed quietly. “Is that…Tirek?”

“I’m afraid so,” Sunset confirmed with a solemn nod.

“BAAAAAH!!!”

The sheep let out a frightful bleat, which Spike and Sunset quickly covered.

“SHHH!!!”

But it was too late. The centaur, that was Tirek, quickly snapped his head in the direction of the sheep’s bleat.

“Uh oh,” Spike whimpered.

With a loud bellowing roar, Spike and his group watch as Tirek beats his chest, like a gorilla, before he pawed at the ground with his cloven hooves, and aimed his horns.

Out of frighten impulses, Spike latched onto Sunset for protection, with his hands wrapped around her hard toned midriff, from behind. Sunset was slightly turned on at the feel of his hands stroking her abs.

Mimicking what Spike was doing, Sweetie did the same, with her arms wrapped around Sunset’s chest, practically groping the tiger-woman’s well-endowed breasts.

Even the sheep finally hugged Sunset, at the leg, for protection and comfort in its seemingly final moment. Sunset was surprised, and blushing, at how soft and warm the sheep felt, to the touch.

“Sunset! What do we do?” Spike whimpered.

“I’m thinking, I’m thinking!” Sunset replied, in a low growl. “But would you all kindly get yourselves off of me?!”

Realizing what they were doing to upset the tiger-woman, Spike and the others complied.

With the group ceasing their cuddling, Sunset can think properly as she looked at her surroundings and formulated a plan.

At that very moment, Tirek thundered closer and closer, and was just about to run the group down.

“SCATTER!” Sunset shouted.

Spike and the others all ran in separate directions, narrowly avoiding Tirek, who crashed into the walls.

Sunset Shimmer looked back to check on her friends, to see Spike, and the sheep, had landed close to a massive rib cage of an elephant. An idea lit up in her head.

“Spike!” Sunset called.

“Yeah?” Spike replied.

“Quickly! Put your index finger beneath one of your eyes!” She instructed.

“Uh, okay…” Spike reluctantly complied, with the obvious tone of uncertainty. “Now what?”

“Now pull it done!”

“Like this?” Spike did as he was told, pulling the bottom of his right eye, showing off the inner pink flesh.

“Yeah! Now stick out your tongue!”

Spike did just that.

“Perfect! Now look at Tirek!”

Spike realized too late what he just did, as Tirek let out a furious bellow that would even scare the mightiest of gorillas.

“Why did I let you talk me into these things?!” Spike moaned.

“BAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!” The sheep bleated in fright, clinging onto Spike’s back, wrapping her arms around his shoulder, and her thick, strong legs, around his waist.

Tirek quickly charged at the man and sheep, “GET OUT! NOW!” Sunset called, which Spike and the sheep quickly did.

*BAM

The giant centaur crashed his head into the rib cages, with one of his horns stuck, and tangled among the bones.

“Great work, Spike!” Sunset smiled as she ran up to Spike and the sheep. “He’s stuck! He’s caught in the cage!”

“You couldn’t have just told me that ahead of time?!” Spike exclaimed incredulously.

“No time for that,” Sunset replied, before she looked up at Tirek, and grabbed Spike by the hand. “That won’t hold him for long! Let’s get the hell out of here and fast!”

Once again, Sunset Shimmer took off running, with Spike in tow. Meanwhile, Sweetie was sprinting on all four, as she followed her companions close behind.

Behind them, the group can hear Tirek bellowing out loud, signaling his newfound freedom. The ground shook as an added warning of the oncoming danger.

“HE’S AFTER US!” Spike wailed.

“Just keep running Spike!” Sunset advised.

But more dangers lay ahead. Before them is a large creek. It wouldn’t be so bad, if it weren’t for the fact it was home to an Octo-dile. Upon seeing the group approaching, the crocodilian and cephalopod hybrid immediately sprang to life, opening its massive jaws of wriggling tentacles.

“AAAAHHHH!” Spike screamed, almost sounding like a little girl.

Worse still, Tirek was right behind them. Sunset was certain that she and her group were stuck between a rock and a hard place.

“That’s it! We’re done for!” Spike whimpered.

Sunset looked between the crocodile and the centaur. She never felt more afraid in her whole life.

“Hey, Spike?” Sunset asked. “Remember how I made you let go of me, from before?”

“Yeah?”

“Well, I guess I could use one final embrace right now…”

“Okay.”

With that, Spike and Sunset hugged each other, tightly, as they awaited for the inevitable.

While Spike only stood up to the Tiger-Woman’s midriff, his cheek rubbing against her well-toned abs, Sunset stroke and pet her claws across his hair, as well as the leggy sheep. Wanting some of the affections, Sweetie wrapped her arms around all of her companions.

Sunset and her group all closed their eyes, awaiting for their untimely demise, when…

…the sound of a scuffle was heard, but it left them unharmed.

“Are we dead yet?” Spike asked.

Sunset opened one of her eyes to peek, at a fight to the finish, between centaur and octo-dile. The octo-dile had its tentacles wrapped all around Tirek’s arms, with its hooks biting into his flesh. As for Tirek, the monstrous centaur was tearing up on his hind legs, kicking with his front hooves, in an effort to break free.

“Uh, actually Spike,” Sunset began. “We’re still here. Look!”

Not long after Spike opened his eyes, did he see the scuffle.

“OMIGOSH! What a fight!” Spike shouted.

“C’mon,” Sunset beckoned. “Let’s just get while the getting is good!”

With that, Sunset and her group quietly slipped away, undetected.

Once they were far away, at a safe distance, everyone all gasped at the adrenaline of their near death experience.

“My life just flashed before my eyes!” Spike shouted.

“Mine too,” Sunset replied. “But I think we’ve lost them. And it will be a long time before Tirek can find us again…”

“What about those Raptorians?” Spike asked.

“Don’t worry,” Sunset replied. “They’re just scavengers. They don’t normally make their own kills, without Tirek.”

“That’s reassuring,” Spike replied, still feeling rather uneasy.

Deciding to change the topic, he turned to the anthropomorphic sheep they had rescued.

“So, what should we do with—Huh?” Spike was interrupted, when the sheep immediately wrapped her arms around him.

The sheep was soft and warm, with her remaining fleece as fluffy and soft as sheep would go. But the majority of her skin showing has made the sheep vulnerable and exposed to the elements around her. As an added fuel to the fire, her near human-like appearance, a result of Grogar’s experiment, makes her more humane.

Spike could feel his face turning red, while seeing Sunset having a mixed expression of bewilderment and amusement, while Sweetie appeared to be hissing in jealousy. That is, if cats could ever show a jealous expression.

The sheep let out a bleating cry, that sounded more like a woman sobbing, before she did something shocking.

“Thank…you…” The sheep bleated.

“Whoa!” Spike shouted, nearly jumping out of his skin. “She can talk?!” He asked Sunset.

“Who knew?” Sunset shrugged.

Nevertheless, Spike proceeded to gently stroke the sheep’s wool and back, to calm her. Though, he was finding hard to not be aroused in the slightest.

Unlike the sheep’s front, from the top of her shoulders to the tail, she doesn’t have any wools along the back. This makes the sheep appear topless from behind. But at the very least, her waist was covered up, all around.

Still, Spike had to keep his composure, and not get too aroused, lest he runs the risk of invoking the wrath of a tiger-woman and feral woman.

After a long while, the sheep has stopped her crying and calm down.

“There,” Spike spoke. “Feeling better now?”

The sheep nodded, as both she and Spike parted.

“Okay, let’s properly introduce ourselves,” Spike began. “I’m Nathan Draco! But my friends call me, Spike. Nice to meet you!”

“And I’m Sunset. Sunset Shimmer,” Sunset introduced herself. “And that’s Sweetie, our…feral woman,” She gestures to the feral woman, who continued to arch her back and growl lowly, like a cat.

“Sweetie, behave!” Spike scolded, to which the feral woman responded by looking at Spike with wide eyes.

“Anyway, now that you know who we are, can you tell us who you are? What’s your name?” Spike asked.

In response, the sheep let out a bleat.

“Baaah!”

“Huh?” Spike asked. “I’m sorry, what was that?”

“Baaah!”

“Hmmm. I don’t quite…”

“Uh, tell you what,” Sunset began. “How about if we give you a name we can all refer to you as. Sounds okay?”

The sheep tilted her head to the side, as if to say she was curious to what these strange folks are saying.

“Are you…Pom?”

The sheep shook her head.

“Okay. Not Pom. How about Fluffy?”

In response, the sheep stuck out her tongue, and cringed her face, as if disgusted.

“Hehe, I guess not…”

“How does Chirin sound?” Sunset suggested.

“Chirin?” Spike asked.

“Yeah, like Chirin’s Bell?” In reply, Spike and the sheep both shook their heads in disapproval. “You’re right. Too depressing.”

“Hmmmm,” Spike looked at the sheep, up and down.

Aside from her least amount of wools, the only other distinguishing features she has are her angelic face, and her long, impressive thick, slender legs, like those of a fashion model.

“I don’t know what else to say, besides the fact that she’s a right pretty leg of lambs,” Spike shrugged, to which the sheep perked up in response.

“Wait a minute, Spike!” Sunset exclaimed. “What did you say?”

“Uh…I said she’s a pretty leggy lamb?” Spike stuttered on his words, to which the sheep responded again, with a bleat, and a nod of her head.

“I guess that’s her name then,” Sunset chuckled. “Leggy Lamb.”

“I don’t believe it…” Spike replied, before he was pounced on, by the sheep, now dubbed Leggy, who proceeded to smother him.

After she was done with Spike, Leggy moved onto Sunset, then towards Sweetie, who seemed more annoyed than thrill to be snuggled by the anthropomorphic sheep.

“Okay, now that that’s out of the way,” Spike began. “We gotta get back to finding our friends. Where to next, Sunset?”

“Give me a moment,” Sunset was about to sniff the air, when Leggy pulled on her arms. “What is it, Leggy?”

In response, Leggy made a slight nudge with her head, in a specific direction.

“I think she wants us to follow her,” Spike guessed, as he, Sunset, and Sweetie followed Leggy.