It was a triumphant moment for Spike and the She-Beasts. Perhaps a triumphant moment for Spike and all of the hybrids in the village.

For three long weeks, Spike and the Rainbooms have educated the Reverse-Hybrids, while re-educating Fleur de Lis, on how to speak. Strangely, courtesy of the educational resources that Dr. Grogar had left for his Reverse-Hybrids in the village. It was a long and difficult process. But the results was worth it...so far.

“What?” Loona asked. “Don’t look surprised. You asked us to speak. Didn’t you?”

Fluttershy was beyond elated, “This is so amazing!” The woman-bat blindly stumbled her way to Loona and asked, “Tell me. What are you thinking right now?”

Everyone couldn’t help but slightly giggle at the embarrassing sight of Fluttershy, asking a rock.

“Uh, Fluttershy,” Sunset said, walking over to the woman-bat, directing her head to correctly look at Loona.

Judging from Fluttershy’s facial expressions, reading a look of embarrassing realization, the blind woman-bat catches on she was facing in the wrong direction.

“Thank you,” Fluttershy thanked Sunset, before she resumed asking, “Now tell me. What are you thinking right now?!”

Everyone all turned to Loona, anxiously waiting to hear what the wolf-dog reverse hybrids has to say.

“I think…” Loona began, searching for the words to say, before she answered, “I hate all of you…”

“Aw, that’s-Wait, what?!” Fluttershy squeaked.

The She-Beasts, Spike, even the other Reverse-Hybrids, were all aghast at what Loona had said. It was so sudden, so blunt, and so sharp like a knife was jabbed through the chest.

“Huh?” Spike gasped.

“What the what?!” Rainbow Dash flabbergasted.

“Ouch,” Pinkie Pie cringed.

“But…why?” Fluttershy asked.

“Why?” The dog growled, before she suddenly barked, “You know FUCKING DAMN WHY!!!"

"Such language!" Fluttershy gasped in shock.

"I'd watch my mouth if I were you!" Applejack barked, stepping in to defend Fluttershy and Spike.

"Well, you're not!" Loona barked in response. "Don't let the fact that you being part-wolf makes you my equal. For all I care, you're still the same disgusting human, maybe worse!"

"I may not be human," Applejack spatted back. "But I'm warning you. I'll bite way worse than your bark!"

"Bring it on then, human!"

Before either wolf-woman and reverse wolfdog could get into a literal dogfight, the reverse octopus hybrid, Marina, suddenly stepped in.

"NO!" Marina shouted. "French fries friends no fight black licorice!"

Needless to say, everyone present were as confused as the two dogs.

"What?" Spike and Applejack asked.

"What the fuck?" Loona asked.

"BAAAHHH!!!" Kirin suddenly bleated, kicking his legs out, in Leggy's arms.

"Now look what you've done," Pinkie Pie scolded both Applejack and Loona. "You've got poor little Kirin upset!"

"Well she started it!" Applejack pointed at Loona.

"Did not," Loona spatted back.

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

Before the argument could continue, they suddenly hear the cries of birds that came flying out of the trees. The sort of cries that birds would make to alert other animals of dangers.

The hybrids all gathered around a single open window to see what the commotion was.

“What’s going on out there?” Spike asked, trying to get a look outside.

Once the girls allowed Spike an opening, he looked outside, just in time to see approaching danger.

High up in the trees, behind the dense leaves, Spike was able to see streaks of shadows leaping across, from branches to branches. They almost appeared to be flying.

As the shadows approached, Spike could hear loud bloodcurdling shrieks that sent the hairs on the back of his neck, standing.

They sounded like the cackles of a madman, but not human. Almost everything on the island are hardly humans anymore.

Spike and the hybrids anxiously watched, with the shrieks growing louder the closer they got to the village.

Suddenly, bursting from the trees, and landing atop the roof of a hut, stood what appeared to be a monkey. But it’s features aren’t like those of an average monkey.

It stood at about 3 to 4 feet tall, on all four of its limbs. It’s face is shaggy with canine teeth, like those of a baboon, but with pointed ears, 3-toed, razor clawed feet, and a long bushy tail.

It looked almost like a baboon, but with devilish traits.

Worse still, an entire troop of these devil monkeys suddenly appeared from the trees. Almost like the flying monkeys from the Wizard of Oz, except much more terrifying by the way the monkeys were looking at him and the girls.

The very sight of the devil monkeys made Spike want to scream. They were more terrifying than any females he ever met in his life.

A terrible reminder to the evil that Dr. Grogar is capable of. How many people and animals has the mad doctor subjected through to perfect his attempt of advancing evolution?

Spike didn’t have time to think of the question.

With a horrifying screech, the devil monkeys came charging into the village.

It happened so fast, it was all a blur and a whirl for Spike. He remembered falling to the ground, while the female hybrids rushed over him. No doubt in retaliation to defend the village from the primate invaders.

With his head ringing, and his vision disoriented, Spike looked up to find himself in the crossfire of the chaos.

Realistically, he appeared to be in a war zone. Much like from all the actions and documentary films he watched from back home, with a war veteran he knew.

From what he remembered, the stories were always the same. Two sides of an opposing war fought each other to gain power. And in every battle, the innocent lives who were caught in between the two opposing forces have suffered the greatest of casualties.

Spike himself is the innocent bystander, trapped in a battle between the devil monkeys and the hybrids he had come to know.

Spike ducked beneath a bush, on the sideline. He watched from behind the tall grasses as the battle rages on.

It was indeed a gruesome sight to behold. The devil monkeys clawed and bite at the hybrids, overwhelming each and everyone with their strength in sheer numbers.

Sunset Shimmer, though enhanced with tiger strength, with teeth and claws to match, was outmaneuvered by the monkeys.

Despite her best attempts to stave them off, fighting back with her superior strength, the devil monkeys outnumbered her 10 to 1.

They clawed and bit her arms, legs, and tail, with some even pulling on her hair. Splashes of blood sprayed from the scratches they cut on her.

Seeing her friend in peril, Applejack quickly rushed over, barking and slashing her claws at the devil monkeys, to drive them off of Sunset.

But suddenly, more devil monkeys lunged out and attacked Applejack. And despite the orange wolf-woman’s strength and teeth, they were only so much monkeys she could manage until she was soon overwhelmed.

Close by, Rarity was climbing up the tree branches, leaping from roof to roof of the huts, trying to loose the monkeys chasing her.

Spike could almost hear the enraged snow leopard-woman hissing, “This is no way to treat a lady!”

“AHHH!!!” A scream shouted.

Spike turned his head to see the scream belonged to Twilight, who was giving into her inner beast, frantically neighing and bucking her legs at all the monkeys that surrounded her and Fluttershy.

Fluttershy, confused by the ambient noises of the chaos, stumbled blindly, with her wings over her head. The poor woman-bat looked more like a lost frighten child, missing her parents at a mall.

Up in the air, doing her best to protect her bat hybrid friend, Rainbow Dash swooped down, like the falcon she’s become, but with the ferocity of an eagle.

At the last second, Rainbow Dash thrusted her talons out. Combined with her dive bombing speed, she killed a devil monkey on the spot, as if it had been struck by a bullet, to its head.

Unfortunately, the monkeys were undeterred. Their intelligence was shown on a terrifying display, by climbing up the trees, to attack Rainbow from the high grounds.

Spike watched as Rainbow Dash was taken by surprise, with the monkeys piling on her. Rainbow Dash screeched in her frantic attempts to throw them off, but all her efforts ended with her spiraling down, like a downed airplane.

With a loud sickening crashing sound of breaking sticks, maybe a few bones, Rainbow Dash had crash landed into one of the huts.

“Rainbow…” Spike called helplessly to the falcon-woman.

“DASHIE!” Pinkie Pie screeched in outrage. “No monkey makes my friend crash and gets away with it! THE APRON IS OFF!!!”

And just like that, Pinkie Pie disrobed her apron to the side, revealing she was covered with a bandolier of weapons. Strangely enough, a lot of them are actually coconuts, bananas, even red hot peppers.

Spike watched as Pinkie Pie took a banana, squeezed it tightly to shoot the pulp into her mouth. With that, her stomach began to rumble, which Spike knew full well what was about to come next.

“HIT THE DECK!” Spike screamed, with him hiding in the bushes and covering his head, and nose.

“I AM PINKIE PIE!” Pinkie Pie screeched at the top of her lungs, before her belly bloated and she aimed her rear at the attacking monkeys. “FEAR MY BANANA BA—“

Unfortunately, before Pinkie could fire, little Kirin came running past Pinkie Pie, with his adopted mom, Leggy Lamb, chasing him.

Not looking where she was going, Leggy ended up crashing into Pinkie Pie, causing the pink monkey-woman to misfire.

The entire village was clouded in the pink putrid cloudy stench of Pinkie Pie’s fartillery. Everyone was all disgusted and sick at Pinkie Pie’s friendly fire.

“EW! Pinkie Pie!” Fluttershy coughed.

“See a doctor!” Sunset coughed, somewhere in the village.

“P.U.” Applejack gagged.

Spike kept his hands over his nose, while the foul air stung in his eyes, causing them to water. He looked pass the smog to see the silhouette of the monkeys running away, most likely to get away from the awful smell.

The devil monkeys are retreating. They’re fleeing, after being repelled by Pinkie Pie. Unfortunately, it was at Spike’s and his hybrid friends’ own expense.

Suddenly, there was a loud howl, followed by the sounds of barking and growling.

Everyone who was still standing turned and looked, to see Loona was barking and growling, chasing her own tail, and biting herself. Her mouth was covered in foamy slobbers.

She appeared to have gone rabid. Was it from the devil monkeys, or from the afterburner of Pinkie’s banana bazooka?

No one had the answers then, nor had time to think, when the wolf-dog suddenly lunged and attacked. She snapped her jaws at everyone in sight.

Loona chased Fleur up a tree, and almost attacked Leggy and Kirin, if it weren’t for the intervention of both Sunset Shimmer and Applejack.

Of course, Loona wasn’t the only one who suddenly went rabid.

With a loud hiss and a low shaking rumble, Beatrice was thundering around the village, banging and smashing her head against the trees and huts.

Like Loona, upon setting her sight on Leggy and Kirin, she charged in for an attack. Almost as if her natural predator instinct has overridden her human rationality.

But Beatrice didn’t get the chance, when she collided into Rarity.

Soon, another fight broke out in the village. A battle between She-Beasts and Reverse-Hybrids.

Helpless, all Spike could do was cower within the grass, with his hands over his head, silently praying that it will all be over soon.

All was quiet, like the calming after a storm. After the dust had settled, the hybrids have all calmed down.

While the girls, and young Kirin, began to recover and get patched up with some first aid kits in Spike’s backpack, the young man checked on the devastation of the village.

Nearly half of their newfound settlement was almost gone.

Including the hut — their school — that once housed all of their collections of human knowledge to educate the Reverse-Hybrids.

How could this have happened? Where did those devil monkeys come from? And why would they attack the village, of all places?”

“Is everyone okay?” Sunset asked, before she turned to Spike. “Are you okay, Spike?”

“I’m fine,” Spike replied, and then he frantically asked, “But what the hell were those things? Are they devil monkeys?”

“Yeah…I’d say they’re devil monkeys,” Sunset nodded her head. “And hopefully, we don’t have to see them again.”

“Don’t hold your breath,” Loona barked, as she came stomping over to Spike and Sunset.

Without warning, Spike was grabbed by the collar of his shirt, hoisted up into the air, and being forced to look directly into the fiery red eyes of the mad dog.

“Talk human!” Loona barked. “How did you call them here? What game are you playing at?”

Before Spike could scream for his life, or even protest in his defense, he was ripped away from Loona’s hands, and was dropped to the ground.

“HEY! Lay off, Loona!” Sunset Shimmer roared. “Spike has done nothing wrong, and you can’t prove it.”

“Who needs proof?” Loona barked. “I know plenty enough about you humans to know you’re always trouble! We got along JUST FINE without you humans to FUCK it up!”

“Now hold a pickin’ minute there!” Applejack began to protest, but was cut off.

“It’s always you humans who ruined everything!” Loona continued. “Why can’t you all just DIE for all I care?”

Spike and the She-Beasts were all shocked at what Loona had said. Never have they heard or known such hatred from a dog, let alone a hybrid. Leggy, Kirin, and Marina share the same expressions of shock. Bea seemed rather indifferent, while Fleur was hissing at the dog I retaliation.

“You humans believe you’re all so high and mighty that you think you’re above everything. Like you can just put your foot down on everything.”

“Miss Loona,” Twilight spoke up, in a reasonably and authorized tone, like those belonging to someone attempting to solve a diplomat issue.

Spike hoped that Twilight knows what she’s doing.

“Miss Loona, please, calm down. Just tell us what could we have possibly done to make you hate us so much?” She asked.

“Why?” Loona asked, with a growing gravel in her throat.

A warning that a dog would make that they’re going to bark very loud.

“Because YOU HUMANS ARE JUST THE ABSOLUTE WORST!!!” Loona barked furiously, before she went on and ranted.

“You’re always bickering with each other. You’re always loud and obnoxious! You’re ugly, you’re so gross, and if that wasn’t enough, one of you broke me and turned me into this!”

From the last part, Spike could understand right away that Loona was referring to Dr. Grogar. That torturous experiments he must’ve subjected Loona and the others in the process of making them almost humans.

The part where Loona mentioned being broken, Spike was squeamish at what she meant. It hurts him and disgusts him to imagine how the process must’ve been like. To break her entire strictures from the inside out.

If he had to guess, then it sounded as if her skeletal structures were crushed by a large hammer, before being rebuilt from the ground up. The outcomes would be having her joint bending out of proportion than her former shape. A classic Dr. Moreau trauma to an animal.

“Then, we’re on the same side,” Twilight explained. “We’re all victims of Dr. Grogar as much as you are, Loona.”

And yet, the stubborn dog refused to be reasonable.

“You humans are all alike,” Loona growled as she took her leave. “You can’t be trusted…”

Spike and the other female hybrids watched Loona disappearing into a hut. Needless to say, everyone are all in shock at what the dog had barked.

“I…I’m kinda missing the days when dogs go woof-woof and leave it at that,” Spike said.

“How awful!” Fluttershy exclaimed.

After the recent drama between the strange fiendish monkey creatures — now being referred to as devil monkeys — and Loona, Spike and the hybrids all go about their day, like normal.

But all the same, Spike can’t stop thinking about what Loona had said.

‘We’re not the bad guys!’ Spike thought to himself, mentally. ‘I mean, not every humans in the world are bad. There are some good people in the world too. But still…’

Spike stopped to lean against a tree and thought to himself with more puzzling and troubled thoughts.

‘Loona’s just unfortunate to have fallen in with the wrong crowd and…now she’s…Poor girl. But…maybe I can…’

Spike shook his head, clearing his thoughts of Loona.

‘I can’t think about what Loona said, right now,’ He said. ‘I have to focus on helping the girls get off the island. And while I’m at it, I should also help with setting up the village’s defenses. There’s no telling what will happen next.’

Most of the village huts were shattered, with the wooden debris scattered across the forest floor. Many of them appeared to be ransacked.

It is clear that the village was in need of some upgrades in its defenses.

They barely survived the first wave of attack. They need to get ready for the second wave, and hopefully it won’t end in them in a mushroom cloud again.

“We got along JUST FINE without you humans to FUCK it up!” Loona’s words still echoed. “It’s always you humans who ruined everything! Why can’t you all just DIE for all I care?”

‘Just what is that dog’s problem?’ Spike mentally asked himself.

“Spike?” A voice called, starting Spike out of his train of thoughts.

“AAAAHHH!!!” Spike screamed, jumping up with a start, that sent his heart beating so hard, it threatened to burst free from his chest.

Frantically catching his breath, his chest heaving in and out, rapidly, Spike turned around to see it was the snow leopard-woman, Rarity.

“Oh, goodness gracious!” Rarity exclaimed. “I’m terribly sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you, Spikey-Wikey!”

“It’s fine,” Spike panted heavily, until his breathing got steady, matching his calming heartbeat. “Breathing first, talking later.”

Once he fully composed himself, Spike looked back up at Rarity.

“So, what’s up?” He asked.

“I was wondering if you are okay, Spike,” Rarity answered. “After the devil monkeys attack, and those awful things Loona said to you were uncalled for.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” Spike sighed. “But don’t worry. I’ll be fine. I’m a big boy now. I can handle it.”

In truth, Spike felt rather hurt and was struggling to swallow a lump in his throat, which threatens him to cry.

“Even so, what Loona said is untrue and downright cruel,” Rarity continued. “None of this is entirely your fault. You have absolutely no way of bringing those awful monkeys to our settlement. She has no proof and her words are all based on bias reasons.”

“Yeah, I know,” Spike sighed. “Still, I can’t help but wonder why she hates us so much. I’ve worked with rescue dogs before, helping them to rehabilitate with human interactions.”

Spike scratched his chin, pondering and recalling his past work experiences with dogs.

“It’s one thing to help some dogs let down their guards, and…well, be a dog again. But hearing from Loona, I…I don’t know where to start. Something must’ve really happen to her… If only my friend and psychiatrist, Dr.Wolf was here…”

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out, darling,” Rarity insisted. “If you are as good with animals as you say you are, then you’ll put some senses into that dog.”

“Thanks, Rarity,” Spike smiled. “That makes me feel so much better to heart it from you.”

Spike still wasn’t fully confident in his resolve to get to the bottom of Loona’s animosity. But, after witnessing the She-Beasts’ and the Reverse-Hybrids’ terrible cooperation, something must be done. Everyone need to learn to trust and cooperate with one another.

Otherwise, they’ll never get off the island. Worst case scenario: Like in the story, The Island of Dr. Moreau, every animals-human hybrids will go out of control and the island will be overrun with chaotic wilderness.

“In the meantime,” Rarity began. “Would you be a dear and step into my humble settlement, darling?”

“Uh, sure. Okay,” Spike complied.

“WOW!” Spike exclaimed in awe at what he sees.

All around the hut, from top to bottom, is an entire studio of fashion line of colorful dresses, hats, and footwear.

Each clothing are made up of giant leaves, colorful flowers, and some feathers that appeared to be made from Rainbow Dash.

“Did you make these?” Spike asked.

“Indeed I have, darling,” Rarity smiled, while climbing up the wall, to perch atop a tree branch.

“Ever since that ruffian Shade Stalker destroyed our precious camp, all of my clothes were destroyed with it.”

Rarity recalled with an obvious hint of disdain and outrage in her tone of voice. The kind of tone an angry person would make, as if they’re ready to strangle the nearest unfortunate soul. It doesn’t help that a snow leopard’s growling was heard, coming from Rarity. It was a dreadful sign that she was closing to going full on beast mode.

Thankfully, Rarity was able to keep herself composed.

“Ho hum. So, I’ve had to make do with all the materials I could find around here to make new dresses.”

“You don’t say!” Spike said, taking a moment to marvel at Rarity’s handiworks. “Even Rainbow Dash’s feathers?”

“Darling, you would not believe how many feathers she sheds,” Rarity rolled her eyes. “Honestly, she may be half-falcon, but that’s no excuse to behave like a wild animal. We are still humans, deep down, and the least she could do was clean up after herself.”

Spike couldn’t help but chuckle as he continued to look up some of Rarity’s other dresses on display.

“Wow, that’s a pretty flower,” Spike commented at a pink flower that goes with a green dress that appeared to be made out of seaweed.

Spike then turned his attentions at some of the other clothes that piqued his interests. Among them were the ones made from materials that aren’t from the natural florals, or faunas, of the island.

“Hmmm,” Spike walked up to a dress to feel up its texture. “Hmmm. No offense, Rarity. But this…this kinda reminds me of a…it reminds me of that sail boat dress that Ariel wore, from Disney’s The Little Mermaid.”

“Oh?” Rarity mused with interest. “You’ve watched that movie? Color me curious, darling. But I thought you said you were afraid of women.”

“I am!” Spike flustered. “Or…I…used to. That was a long time ago, when I was young and…and Cartoon girls are more tolerable than real girls, anyway…”

“Uh-huh,” Rarity decided to let that slide, as she walked over to Spike. “Well, admittedly, you are right. This dress is in fact made from the sails of an old shipwreck nearby.”

“A shipwreck?” Spike asked with piqued interests.

“Yes. And quite old, if I do say so myself,” Rarity added. “Some of its contents must have dated back for more than a century.”

“Well, that explains the jewels,” Spike pointed to the beautiful glittering gems sitting on a crate, that acted as a nightstand.

“Oh, yes. The diamonds are a girl’s best friend. But quite miraculously, a lot of the fabrics have survived the wreckage. Thus, idea~!”

Rarity sang, as she showed Spike more of her latest designs, made from her findings in the aforementioned shipwreck.

“Fascinating,” Spike whistled. “You must really like to design a lot of clothes. Are you a fashion designer from where you came from?”

“Oh yes. I was quite the fashionista, darling,” Rarity smiled proudly. “And I would’ve gotten my big break and debut in the fashion world if it hadn’t been for that scoundrel, Grogar!” She scowled at the last part.

“…Yeah, he put quite the damper on my plans for a holiday too,” Spike cringed, trying his best to console.

He knew it wasn’t exactly comforting. But Spike was trying his best to remind Rarity and the others that they weren’t alone.

But then, an idea came to him. He only hopes that he doesn’t regret it.

“Hey, Rarity,” Spike began. “Since you’ve worked so hard to make these designs of yours. Any chance you could…how do you say? Model them? Just a few?”

Rarity turned to Spike with a surprised look.

“Are you asking me to…to give you a private fashion show, darling?” Rarity asked, with a grin, and a purr.

“Yeah…” Spike stammered on his words, sweating a storm, with his face turning red from an increasing heat, from feeling he does not understand.

“I’m sorry I asked, I….I just—“

“No need to apologize, Spike! In fact, I’d be most flattered.”

Rarity smiled with low-lidded eyes that made Spike tremble in fear.

What has he gotten himself into this time?

Spike was in awe as Rarity stepped out, from behind a wall, onto a table that acted as the runway for a fashion show.

Rarity was wearing a dark kimono that she recovered from the shipwreck. For Spike, he was between a rock and a hard place. He was doing his best not to stare at her thick, muscular legs showing. But then, he ends up sweating nervously and tries to keep his eyes averted from the cleavage Rarity was showing.

“What do you think, Spikey-Wikey?” Rarity smiled. “Don’t I look fabulous?”

Spike almost felt himself losing his breath. He was so taken by Rarity’s bold, confident, expressive beauty that he nearly fainted.

Trying to work up every amount of his willpower to remain conscious, he answered, “You look beautiful!”

Thankfully, Rarity accepted his compliment and went behind the wall to change into another set.

Soon, Rarity came out and stood in a Japanese schoolgirl uniform, complete with a handbag.

Spike felt his face turning red at how cute Rarity looked, and the way she was teasing him, with her backside in his direction.

Thankfully, the next dress Rarity puts on, from the shipwreck, is a red kimono with shimmering purple accents and a large blue ribbon.

It was less revealing than some of the other clothings Rarity puts on, which was a huge relief for Spike’s gynophobia.

“Oh yeah, this looks nice,” Spike commented. “You’re like an angel!”

“Aw, thank you, Spikey-Wikey,” Rarity cooed. “But please, hold your applause. For I wish to astound you with some of my own ensembles.”

“Th-Th-There’s more?” Spike gulped.

Rarity winked as she disappeared to the side to change into another set of attires.

Soon, she came back out and stood in the kind of attires worn by hula dancers, from the islands of Polynesia — which includes Hawaii.

The same grass skirts, flower necklaces, a red flower in her hair, and coconut bra to hold up her surprisingly well-endowed assets.

No doubt, Rarity must’ve made it from the natural florals that grew on the island.

Spike let out a startled squeak, with his face heating up a burning shade of red. So hot, he believed he was on fire.

Even if Rarity’s a furry animal, she’s still showing a lot of skin.

“What’s the matter, Spike?” Rarity asked, in a whimpering voice, as if she’s on the verge of tears. “Do you not like it?”

“Uh…I’m a…I’m a…I’m a…” Spike was stuttering in his words, making himself sound as if he’s saying, “Humina humina humina…”

Rarity giggled, which made his heart beating intensively.

“I see I’ve rendered you speechless, darling,” Rarity smiled. “Please, hold your applause. There’s still some more to put on.”

Very soon, the next clothes that Rarity modeled became more risqué and revealing than the last.

She posed in revealing swimsuits. Though to Spike, they seemed to look more like lingeries.

Each outfits, one after another, Rarity proceeded to strike a sultry pose, like the kinds that are fit for the fashion runway.

At this point, Spike was at the point of no return. His face was entirely red, his cheeks were burning, his entire body was covered in cold slimy sweat.

He couldn’t feel his arms and legs. His eyes are opened wide and dried, feeling as if they’ve been staring into the sun for too long. Spike was just about to faint dehydration and loss of blood.

“I’m just about ready to turn in for the night, Spikey-Wikey,” Rarity yawned from behind her changing wall. “But this will be my last garment and then we will go to bed.”

The last garment Rarity was wearing has long translucent silks that sparkles in the vanishing rays of sunlight.

It hugged and defined the outline of Rarity’s voluptuous body. It can’t be help, for Spike’s increasing arousal, that the garment is see-through.

It was clear. Whether it’s from ancient times, or modern day, even homemade, Rarity was simply dressing in style.

Including a haunting white dress, and large black hat, that looked as if it could be worn by a sexy vampire femme fatale, with an outrageous hourglass figure.

At this point, Spike has nearly lost all his common senses. He no longer has control over his own body’s actions or thought process.

He only has his eyes on Rarity, following her hips swaying side to side with every footsteps. The swirl of her tail, the boldness conveyed in her strides, up to the hypnotic gaze of her eyes that shines like diamonds in the sky.

All was going well, as Rarity did an elegant twirl, when she accidentally tripped, screaming, and fell on top of Spike.

But Spike hardly noticed. He was so petrified, of an arousing kind, that he couldn’t react or move out of the way.

Spike’s entire world went dark. The last thing he remembered was something wet, but warm, and sharp, pressing against his lips.

Not to mention the feeling of two round soft marshmallows pressing into his chest.

“…Where, where am I?” Spike moaned, finding himself in a dark void. “What’s going on?”

Spike continued to stumble blindly in the darkness he was trapped in.

Thankfully, he didn’t have to stumble for long, when a bright blue cone of light pierced the darkness from above.

Spike looked to see, standing in the spotlight, practically sparkling, is Rarity, except she appeared to be human, with blue dusts of diamonds in her long flowing hair. Furthermore, she is clad in a dark blue bodysuit that hugs her voluptuous curves, with matching gloves and high heels.

Rarity was posing in the spotlight, until she opened her eyes and spotted Spike.

Before Spike could speak, let alone find his voice, Rarity was already singing, in a haunting seductive tone of voice.

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At first, Rarity started the song slow and low, with a passionate feeling that resonated in her voice.

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Then, in the background, the music took a sudden turn for an upbeat tempo.

Very soon, without warning, the whole place lit up in a spectacle explosion of light, to reveal a huge stage.

Rarity swayed her hips and danced across the stage, with sparkling silhouettes of snow leopards surrounding her.

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Rarity then resumed singing, but with dancing to the lyrics, to express the emotions.

Rarity even took a moment to waltz up to Spike, stroking his chin, to bring his attention up to her eyes. Some of the snow leopards even came up to Spike, caressing themselves all over him. One of them even gave him a wet kissing lick across his cheek.

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Rarity lays herself down, sprawling across the floor, before she got back up, in a twisting, flexible dancing movement akin to a ballerina.

Once she was standing up in her feet again, Rarity proceeded to kick up her legs, almost above her head. Even doing some fast twirls and cartwheels.

(1:56)
Rarity resumed her singing, but paused her dancing to step away from Spike. What happens next completely threw Spike off his feet.

(2:10)
Upon spinning around, in a flash of blinding light, Rarity had torn off her bodysuit to reveal a sparkling pink bikini underneath.

Rarity’s next dance steps were all bold, expressive, and more tantalizing to the eyes. The sway of her hips, the swing of her arms, even the leopards appeared to be directing Spike’s gaze up at her sparkling display.

Now Spike was beyond flustered and terrified. There was so much skin to be seen, and the added sparkling bikini makes his eyes water. The kind of sensation experienced from looking into the sun.

He felt his heart beating so wildly and rapidly, he thought it was going to explode. His stomach felt abuzz with the fluttering sensation of literal butterflies in his stomach — though, personally, to him, they felt more like bees than butterflies.

Whatever sensation he was experiencing, he doesn’t understand why he’s feeling this way. He only knew he was feeling rather sick, hot, and queasy.

Spike wondered how did he ever get into this situation.

(2:45)
“Oh, oh, feel the rhythm of my heart~🎶” Rarity sang, sounding as if she’s pleading and begging for Spike. “What a feeling~”

Spike watched as chairs suddenly appeared, as if out of thin air. They danced and swirled around Rarity, until she sat on one of them, with the seat back covering her front, leaving her arms, legs, and face exposed.

(2:59)
Rarity proceeded to sway her head to the side, making her hair flutter. Furthermore, she crosses her arms over the chair, and lifts up her strong muscular, but slender legs.

At one point in the act, Rarity stood up on the chair, swaying her hips to further entice Spike, while holding her arms out to keep her balance.

She jumped off the chair and landed on the floor, walked around the chair to stand in front of Spike, showing off her front.

She turned and started to show off her reasonably sized backside, doing a sway to tease Spike.

Spike at this point can taste the blood…blood? He wondered, why is he bleeding? Is he dying?

“What a feeling!” Rarity concluded her dance, in a sudden downpour of cold water that splashed her and Spike.

“OW!” Spike screamed in pain.

He found himself, on the floor, after falling out of bed, headfirst.

“How did that happen?” He asked, before he found himself, inside his hut. “I’m…I’m back?”

After another moment of looking at his surroundings, to confirm that he is indeed awake, with nothing out of the ordinary, Spike heaved a sigh of relief.

“A dream. It was just a crazy flashy dream,” He said.

It was all just a dream. In some ways, Spike felt kinda relieved. And yet, a part of him felt disappointed.

Why did he have a dream like that? Is he losing his mind? Spike’s never once dreamed of a sexy women before, so why now?

Has he always wanted the companionship of a female, in spite of his gynophobia? Is it possible that he’s had these feelings buried deep down all along? Has his times spent with the She-Beasts on the island made him into a different man?

Does he really…love Rarity this much? Or could he find the possibility of loving all the Rainboom She-Beasts equally?

“What’s gotten into me?” Spike asked himself.

Author's Note

Okay, let’s see.

Girls who have been kissed

1. Twilight
2. Rarity

That leaves:

1. Rainbow Dash
2. Applejack
3. Fluttershy
4. Pinkie Pie
5. Sunset Shimmer
6. Starlight Glimmer
7. Fleur
8. Bea
9. Leggy Lamb
10. Marina
11. Loona

And from the Wheel(s) of Smooches #3, in the next chapter we have:

Beatrice “Bea” Santello or Loona

…Uh oh…