Isle of She-Beasts

"Oh man..." Spike yawned, as he got out of bed and kept on yawning. "That was some dream last night...wow, what a feeling that was..."

Since having such a bizarre, and rather sultry dream, Spike hardly slept the night. Upon waking up, he was exhausted, and rather sweaty. It was as if the dream he had of Rarity, dancing in flashy ensembles had drained him of his energy.

"Maybe I...need a drink of water...or maybe just a cold splash to clear my head."

Turning to the doorway, Spike left his hut to find a layer of fog, covering the village.

The sun was barely rising above the horizon. The sky was painted in a pinkish hue of dawn. The village was eerily quiet, almost as if there were hardly any inhabitants. Spike was almost certain he was alone.

In a sense, he was very much alone. He is the only sane person on an island inhabited by ferocious animal-human hybrids, created by the work of a mad scientist. Day by day, Spike was certain he was living the story of H.G.Well's sci-fi novel, The Island of Dr. Moreau. And the more he thinks about the horrors that inhabit the island, the more he wanted to wake up from this horrible nightmare, hoping to wake back up in modern civilization, where he last left his bed.

But all the same, Spike just can't stop thinking about the She-Beasts and all the near-death experiences they've been through. Spike couldn't quite put it, but he was almost certain that his time spent with the She-Beasts have caused them to forge some sort of camaraderie. However, could it be possible that they are more than just...friends? Or comrades?

Although they seem beastly in appearance, they still retain a comfortable amount of their human intelligence. Enough for them to talk and to be reasoned with. But all the same, they were still genetically modified with animal DNAs, which makes them wild animals.

By the time he reached the nearest riverbank for drinkable water, Spike's questions were washed away, with his drowsiness. The cold wet texture of the water was both soothing as it bites at his skin.

More importantly, the water washing his face had successfully washed away the sleep from his eyes. Spike was fully awake.

"That's better," Spike sighed in content.

Nearly awake and alert, Spike resumed washing his face, while sneaking a few drinks of the water from the river. He was glad the water was fresh and suitable to drink.

At that moment, Spike heard the sound of nearby leaves brushing violently. They certainly weren't giving the impression of the winds blowing. The impressionable sound of footsteps, coupled with the crushing sound of the underbrush, were all the signs Spike needed to know that some creatures were nearby.

Spike was on high alert. On one hand, it could possibly be one of the She-Beasts, or even the somewhat tamed feral jungle woman, Fleur-de-Lis, stalking Spike through the florals. But on the other hand, it could be something dangerous. A Man-Beast, a chimeric beast, like the Piranha-Gulls, the Octo-Diles, or worst, either the hunter Shade Stalker or the draconic Predator 00 – Ēferno.

Careful not to make any sudden movements, while trying to keep himself composed in spite of his rapid heartbeats and the drenching sweat that coated his brow. Very slowly, trying his best to be as quiet as a mouse, Spike retreated to hide behind a tree. He hoped that he could be able to avoid being seen, while being able to see what the creature may be.

Spike gripped his fingers tightly against the tree's bark, steadying his nerves, or at the very best, trying to steel himself. He waited until the silhouette of an anthropomorphic creature stepped out from the side of a tree, followed by another. In the pinkish hue of the rising sun, Spike could make out the features of a crocodile and a dog.

It was only Loona and Bea.

With that, like the evaporating waters in the fog, his worries changed to curiosity. What are Reverse-Hybrids, like Loona and Bea doing outside of the village? Especially at this time of day?

Spike watched as both female hybrids dashed off into the trees, disappearing behind some large leaves. Wanting to know what's up, Spike decided to follow.

The fog covered the entirety of the jungle as Spike followed both Loona and Bea. The fog was about as thick as pea soup. The young man could hardly see either of the two Reverse-Hybrids ahead of him.

But hopefully, this also means that neither of them could see him either.

The only visible trail he could follow was the running river on his right. This way, Spike will have some way of retracing his steps back to the village.

Sticks and leaves cracked and crumbled beneath Spike’s boots as he tails close behind them. But then, up ahead, he heard the crashing sounds of waters and the caws of gulls. Without a doubt in his thoughts, it is a beach. Spike and the girls are at the beach.

Upon exiting the foliage of the jungle, Spike’s eyes widened at an astonishing sight towering before him, and he felt his breath taken away from him. He couldn’t believe his eyes.

Sitting on the sandy beaches, as if it was mooring to the nearby rocks, was a large ship.

Can it truly be? Is it possibly the coast guards? Have they come here to investigate, or possibly looking for lost travelers, like Spike?

Feeling a newfound joy and hopeful relief, Spike felt his mouth curling up into a smile so big, he was certain he could touch both of his ears. He dashed across the sands, heading straight towards the ship.

“HEY!” Spike called out. “HEY! WAIT! I’M HERE! WAIT! Hold the boat! Hold…the…”

The closer he got to the boat, Spike felt every bit of his hope, dashed away to the winds. Because of the foggy obscurant in the air, from a distance, the ship looked new. But upon closer inspection, to his dismay, the ship is a shipwreck.

‘This must be the shipwreck Rarity mentioned last night,’ Spike pondered.

It was an old cargo ship, with orange-reddish rusts that covered from the bow to the stern. A chimney had collapsed onto the deck of the ship. The bottom of the ship is covered in seaweed and mosses.

On the starboard side of the bow, a red and white painting appeared to have been peeled away. It looked like a red disc of some sort in a white and red background. Beneath it is a worn out painting of a number that barely reads: 731.

‘How long has this ship been here?’ Spike thought to himself, while surveying the wreckage from a distance. ‘Well, it’s no marine wildlife photographer’s ship. Doesn’t look like anything Newt would use for trafficking people from the mainland to the island. In fact, it looks like it’s been here for years…’

Spike cast careful glances to the left, then to the right, looking for any signs of any Beast-Folks, chimeras, and especially for Loona and Bea.

‘Where are they?’ He wondered. ‘And why would they come here of all places?’

It was still foggy that morning and both Reverse-Hybrids could be anywhere. Spike looked down and found tracks of footprints. One set has the distinctive shape of a dog’s paw prints, while the other has the webbed sharp outline of a crocodile.

Without a doubt, Loona and Beatrice were here. And their footprints points them in the shipwreck. With that, Spike followed the trail, treading across the sands that grew firmer and solid the closer he reached the water, where the footprints were washed away by the waves.

Soon Spike was standing in the water, where it touched his knees. On his right, a large hole was torn in the hull of the ship.

‘If Loona and Beatrice did came here, then they must be inside,’ Spike thought to himself, climbing into the shipwreck.

Inside, the ship was filled with the natural elements that have found their way in. The interior of the hull was covered with seaweeds from top-to-bottom. Barnacles have made themselves home, close to the breach, where the tide comes in. Droplets of waters were dropping from the ceilings, where the wooden floorboards of the ship’s deck have decayed and rotted away.

Clearly, the ship has seen better days. Though the majority of its cargos were still intact.

Deciding to check it out, Spike carefully creeped along the ship’s deck, being careful with where he put his feet. The floorboards were groaning and creaking beneath his weight, as if at any moment, they could break.

The air is moist and a little humid, but also salt and foul from the smell of rusty metal combined with the ocean’s saltwater. Spike’s nose twitched and his eyes were watering from the irritating air.

Then, to further add to the irritation, a foul stench of smoke wafted over his nose, causing Spike to let out a cough.

‘Smoke?’ He thought. ‘How can there be smoke inside a shipwreck? It’s impossible!’

Struck with epiphany, Spike realized the smoke was fresh. And it smelled close. Something was smoking. Or more specifically, someone.

Unfortunately, his deduction and realization was too late, as he didn’t have time to ponder, when something jumped from behind and pinned him down onto the floor.

“AHHHH!!!” Spike yelped, screaming at the top of his lungs while his assailant barked and grabbed him at the collar of his shirt, tugging him.

Spike scrambled and squirmed, trying to get the assailant off. He rolled onto his back and got a good look to see it was Loona.

“Loona! STOP! It’s me!” Spike screamed.

The wolf-dog’s eyes widened in surprise, before it quickly shifted to a look of disdain, “Oh. It’s you,” She growled. “What are you doing here?”

“I…I was going to ask you the same question,” Spike replied, nervously. “And…could you please get off of me?”

But Loona didn’t comply and snarled threateningly, with her a nose a centimeter away from Spike’s, that the man could smell her horrible breath.

“How did you find this place?” Loona interrogated.

“I followed you here,” Spike answered, to which Loona growled angrily. “I wasn’t spying. I didn’t mean to. I saw you and Beatrice coming down here, so I followed you both out of curiosity. Please don’t eat me!”

The wolf-dog continued to snarl until she stood up on both her hind legs.

“Too scrawny,” She huffed. “You’re not even a snack…”

Spike was miffed at the remark, but grateful to be spared, nonetheless.

“So, if you don’t mind my asking,” Spike began. “What are you two doing out here? It’s not really safe.”

“Ugh! You sound just like my pathetic owner,” Loona grumbled. “But if you want to know, then follow me. Or stay here, if it’s too dangerous for you, human.”

“No…I’ll follow,” Spike replied, wanting to prove Loona otherwise.

But all the same, he proceeded with caution.

Spike followed Loona through a maze of moss and seaweed covered cargos, until at last, they arrived to see Beatrice, sitting on top of a crate, smoking on a lit weed.

Spike was flabbergasted, “You’re smoking?!” He asked, hardly believing his eyes. “You two came here to smoke?”

“Yeah,” Loona barked, raising her eyebrow, as if not understanding the urgency in Spike’s voice. “Isn’t this what you humans normally do?”

“No! I mean, yes. Some of us, but no…” Spike stammered on his words, until he composed himself, “What I mean is, yes and no. Yes, some of of us do this kind of hobby. But the rest of us…no.”

“Hmph. Whatever,” Loona scoffed, before she walked over to a crate and picked up a roll of cigarette. “This place is full of a lot of things. Very old things. Some of them are even expired, but some others are well aged…”

Loona popped the cigar into her mouth, then reached into pocket on her pants and procures a lighter, proceeding to light one of the weeds.

“Uh, smoking is bad for you, y’know?” Spike exclaimed.

“Then why did you humans make these to begin with?” The wolf-dog countered.

“Like I told you! Not all of us are big on smoking! I don’t smoke!” Spike repeated, before he asked, “Also, how did you two even learned to smoke to begin with?”

“I just learned how to smoke, from Bea,” Loona pointed to the crocodile. “She is, how do you say? A pro at this. Ask her.”

Spike turned to the crocodile Reverse-Hybrid, who was smoking a roll of weed when she answered, “Bea Santello was little crocodile, living in see-through box. Bea watched owner makes fire to smoke on stick. Owner coughed, owner dying, but owner still smoking. Then, owner died…”

Loona proceeded to light up her own roll of weeds, but struggled to ignite her lighter, shaking and slamming it on a nearby crate, trying to get it to work.

“C’mon! Work dammit!” Loona growled, continuing to slam the lighter furiously. “Why won’t this thing work?”

“May I?” Bea offered, reaching into the pocket of her pants and pulled out a match.

Scratching the red tip against the side of a crate, Beatrice ignited a small flame and used it to light Loona’s weed, and the two proceeded to smoke.

For the last time, Spike cautioned, “Y’know, you two really shouldn’t be smoking. It’s really bad for your lungs and it’s unhealthy…”

“Don’t care,” Loona scoffed, taking a big breath of inhale and exhaled a gust of smoke from her mouth. “If you don’t like it, then you don’t have to be here, human.”

“I have a name, you know?” Spike said, miffed and at his wit’s end with this wolf-dog hybrid.

“Oh! I’m sorry,” Loona feigned her apology. “What was it?”

“Spi—“

“Don’t care! You know why? ‘Cause you’re a human! And I want you out of my sight!”

Spike has had enough of the literal’s bitch’s horrible attitude. As much as he liked animals, he wasn’t going to stick around for long for some dog to chew into him.

“Y’know, what? Fine by me,” Spike huffed as he turned around to leave. “You do you. I’m going back to the village.”

On his way to the exit, Spike takes a look at the crates in the boat. He wonder what other items were kept inside these boxes.

Curiosity getting the best of him, Spike started checking the boxes out for labels, or for the ones that had already been opened. Most likely by Rarity, Loona, and Bea.

Spike found a few boxes with labels, but they were written in a foreign language. Spike recognized them to be either Chinese, or Japanese, writings. But he doesn’t understand what they were saying.

He did happen to come across some open crates, allowing him to take a look at the contents inside.

From the looks of it, there were boxes of liquid medicines, pills, as well as face masks, the kinds worn by doctors, as well as gloves, hats, and suits worn by medical professionals to prevent contamination. Furthermore, there were syringes, needles made for stitching, and a scalpel knife, used to cut open a body.

‘Hmmm. Just your usual doctor stuff,’ Spike thought. ‘Except for Grogar, who is more unusual than your average every day doctor.’

Spike turned to see another crate, containing expensive looking clothes. ‘And these must be where Rarity got some of those dresses she was showing off to me last night.’

Spike looked up from the clothing materials, then back at the entire layout of the cargo ship’s interiors.

‘Tobaccos, cigars, weeds, doctor supplies, and expensive dresses?’ Spike continued to ponder. ‘Either this ship was on a tour around the world, or there was a doctors’ convention and they were putting together a party with all the aristocrats…yeah, that sounds way more convoluted in my head to be true…’

Believing that something more suspicious was going on, beneath his nose, Spike looked pulled the clothes aside to see what was hidden.

At the bottom of the crate was a trapdoor, which Spike pulled open. He was more than surprised to see the items underneath.

“What the what?” Spike gasped. “Guns? Bombs? What are these doing here?”

Inside the secret compartments are rows of guns all kinds. Hunting rifles, machine guns, Gatling guns, rocket launchers, even a regular handgun was found. Next to the guns are hand grenades, some which bear the resemblance of a drumstick, and sticks of dynamites.

Checking the other crates, which also have hidden trap doors, Spike was shocked to find that they were all packed with the same heavy artilleries.

‘I’m no retired soldier, or veteran,’ Spike thought. ‘But these kinds of weapons are reserved for the military! This cargo ship must be in business with the military. And judging by how old these items look, no one’s cleaned them out since World War 2.’

Spike didn’t have to ponder for long, when a blinding reflection of sunlight from the water found its way into the ship. Spike walked towards the exit to find that the morning fog had cleared up.

This means that Spike can find his way back to the village without any problem. Unfortunately, there was, in fact, a problem. The beach was overrun with boar-men, all armed with guns, and making their way towards the shipwreck.

Spike quickly retreated back into the ship, running towards Loona and Bea Santello.

“Loona! Bea!” Spike shouted frantically.

“Oh. You’re back,” Loona scowled.

“No time for that, Loona! We have a problem! Boar-men! Outside! With guns!”

“So?”

“We have to hide!”

Before another word was spoken between man and beasts, Loona’s ears twitched and her eyes widen in alarm as she immediately jerked her head up.

At that moment, a boar-man had poked his head through the breach of the shipwreck, holding his gun at the ready. The boat-men snorted as he sniffed the air, and cringed, judging by the way his head recoiled, as if he smelled something bad.

Spike looked to see the burning weed that Bea was holding in her hands. The boar-men must’ve smelled it and didn’t like the smoky stench.

After a moment, the boar-man shook his head, before turning his head, letting out a squeal to call for the rest of his herd.

Eventually, a whole squad of boar-men poured into the shipwreck, and started to pry open the crates with their tusks. They looked through the boxes, throwing it to the floor after they seemed to have turn up empty, and went to another crate. Some of them even shot the locks off the crates that were chained up.

Observing from his hiding spot, with Loona and Bea close, Spike asked, “What are they looking for?”

“How would we know?” Loona asked quietly.

The boar-men looked through the rummage of the ship when one of them found something that looked like a small briefcase. When the boar-man picked the thing up and opened it, his eyes widened when he sees a small orb-like object that emits a red glow.

“What is that?” Spike quietly asked, upon seeing the orb.

The boar-man lets out a loud squeal to alert his comrades of what he found. One of these boar-men, probably the leader, who had a darker shade of fur, longer tusks, and an eyepatch over his left eye, approached the boar-man with the briefcase. The boar-man showed the leader what was in the briefcase, after inspecting the object within the briefcase, the leader gave a quick nod to the boar-man before pointing at the exit.

The boar-man gave a quick nod back before sprinting out to the exit.

Soon after seeing his comrade gone out of sight, the leader snorted, saying something in pig squeals, most likely giving orders to the other boar-men.

With that, the boar-men proceeded to patrol the interior of the shipwreck, while the leader left through the exit. The beast-men proceeded to pry open the crates, searching for any more items worth salvaging. But for what purposes, neither Spike or the girls know.

Spike turned to the two Reverse-Hybrids, who were just as shocked.

“Did you two see that?” Spike gasped, breathlessly.

Neither Loona or Bea answered. They simply nodded their heads in response.

“Whatever that orb is, it can’t be good,” Spike panted heavily. “We need to get back to the village and warn the others about this.”

“For once, I agree with you human…” Loona said, squatting down on all four and crawled along the soggy floor. “Follow me.”

Spike and Beatrice both followed Loona’s example, creeping along the floor, hiding behind the crates to avoid being seen.

Spike was breathing heavily, practically hyperventilating, from the heart pounding tension of getting caught. It was really driving up his anxiety.

He could hear the boar-men snorting in low grunts from behind the crates. They sounded almost as if they were right next to him.

His anxiety is only furthered, knowing that these Beast-Men were carrying guns.

‘I know pigs are one of the smartest animals on Earth,’ Spike thought anxiously. ‘But are they really smart enough to know how to use a gun? I’d rather not take my chances…’

Spike kept on crawling after Loona and Bea, when the lid of a crate was suddenly dropped on top of his head.

“Ah!” He yelped quietly, hissing and swallowing in the pain.

This didn’t go unheard, unfortunately, as some of the Boar-Men squealed in alarm. The sound has confirmed the presence of intruders.

Spike quickly backtracked away and hid behind some crates, to avoid being seen. But the sound of the boar-men snorting and sniffing didn’t help with his growing anxiety.

Spike felt his whole body freezing up, covered in cold sweats that coated his whole body, his teeth chattering, his heart beating loudly in his ears, increasing with every seconds. Is this how he is going to die?

He almost felt as if the boar-men were just around the corner. They could either eat him, or shoot him, on the spot. He couldn’t decide which he would prefer. He didn’t want to die. Not like this.

Thankfully, the dread of death was relieved, like a heavy weight has been lifted off his shoulders, when the distant sound of scratching woods distracted the boar-men.

Soon enough, the sound of hoof steps and the boar-men snorting grow more quiet the further away they went.

Slowly and carefully peeking over the crate, Spike looked to see that neither Loona and Bea have left the shipwreck. Instead, they were sneaking and hiding behind some crates, with Bea beckoning Spike to come.

Spike immediately sprinted out from his hiding spot, dashing towards the Reverse-Hybrids, when a Boar-Man suddenly walked out from behind a stack of crate, and Spike crashed into him.

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“OOF!!!” Spike grunted as he and the Boar-Man fell to the floor.

Spike scrambled up to his feet, but the Boar-Man had grabbed him by the shoulders and was holding the young man down with a strong, crushing grip.

“Let me go!” Spike struggled, kicking and punching at the Beast-Man, but to no avail.

The Boar-Man let out a dreadful high-pitch squeal, alerting the others to its location, while holding Spike in place.

Thankfully, a stack of crates had fallen on top of the Boar-Man’s reinforcements, cutting them off and slowing a few of them down.

With a loud bark, Loona lunged in and bit the boar by the throat, with Bea joining in to clamp her jaws around one of the swine’s arm.

With a twist of her neck, Bea ripped the Boar-Man’s arm off his shoulder, while Loona bites down hard on his throat so that his scream of agony could never escape his mouth. It was a bloody carnage, of predators hunting their prey.

Spike cringed and averted his eyes away from the bloody and gory sight. On one hand, he is scared to think that it could’ve been him. But on the other hand, he prayed for the Boar-Man’s former identity to be in a better place.

Spike looked down and noticed a label on the boar-man’s gun, reading: GladCo.

But he didn’t give much thoughts into it, when the other Boar-Men soon climbed over the fallen stack of crates, and started to open fire on Spike and the Reverse-Hybrids.

Spike ducked back down, with his hands covering his head, and his ears ringing from the loud gunshots.

He peeled his eyes open to see Beatrice picking up a crate and tossing it at the Boar-Men. Loona picked up a grenade and hurled it towards the Boar-Men.

But instead of an explosion, instead it exploded in an unusual cloud of green smokes. The Boar-Men ceased their fires, dropping their guns, and let out screams of agony.

Spike thought it must’ve been a tear gas. Instead, he was horrified to see most of the unfortunate pigs, covered in horrible blisters, as if the gas was corrosive and eating away their skins.

“What kind of grenade was that?!” Spike exclaimed in horror, ducking before another bullet could hit him.

Spike picked up one of the guns from the crates and started shooting wildly at all the boat-men in sight. However, the kickback from the gun was so strong that Spike ended up falling on his butt.

“How do they make it look so easy on television?” Spike asked.

Spike tried to shoot straight at the boar-men, until Loona walked over and yanked the firearm out of his hands, “GIVE ME THAT!!!”

With that, Loona proceeded to unload several rounds onto the boar-men. Spike could hardly believe what he was seeing, as Loona displayed remarkable intelligence, resourcefulness, in using the gun, and street smart in using the surround area to fight off the Boar-Men.

“What a dog!” Spike gasped.

Amidst the fight, a boar-man tackled Bea Santello. The boar-man pulled Bea Santello’s shirt up, exposing her breasts. Spike instantly covered his eyes with his hands, while Bea let out a high-pitch feminine scream.

Spike peeked through his fingers, to see that the pig’s attention wasn’t on Bea’s breasts, but more on her stomach.

The boar-man proceeded to rub on her tummy, attempting to soothe her to sleep, or at the very least, calm her down. But instead, Beatrice covered her breasts and punched the boar-man on the snout.

“Ooh! Right in the schnoz!” Spike winced, while Bea puts her shirt back on.

“Time to go!” Loona barked, leading Spike and Bea out of the shipwreck.

End of Fight

After escaping from the boar-men, the trio paused by the riverbank to catch their breaths.

“I think we’ve lost them!” Spike panted heavily. “Wow! That was really amazing back there!”

Spike ran up to Loona and Bea Santello, wildly expressing his newfound excitement rejuvenation.

“You were amazing! And you were amazing! Those pigs never saw it coming! And that says a lot because usually, scientists have said that pigs are smarter than dogs!”

Loona growled and shot Spike a death glare at that statement.

“Uh, except you, Loona! You’re very smart back there!” With that, Loona angry expression shifted to neutral as Spike turned to face Bea and continued, “And you were incredible back there, Bea! You showed that Boar-Man who’s boss!”

Bea simply nodded her head in acknowledgment.

“Phew! I never felt so alive!” Spike exclaimed. “Wow! What a rush of adrenaline that was! And the way we cheated death and back and…”

Spike looked back at the neutral expression on Loona and Bea’s faces.

Getting the hint that the feeling isn’t mutual and that the two Reverse-Hybrids are more annoyed than Spike’s enthusiasm, the young man wisely ended the conversation.

“…Maybe that’s enough excitement for one day,” Spike suggested quietly, trying not to invoke the hybrids’ ire than he already had. “Let’s go home…”

With that, Spike and the two Reverse-Hybrids followed the river, back to the village. On the way, Spike decided to strike up conversation.

“But seriously though, thanks for coming back for me,” Spike thanked the two girls. “I kinda thought you would’ve left me behind, back there.”

“…You’re welcome,” Loona replied surly. “But just so you know, I wasn’t doing it for you. I was doing it for…her.”

Loona pointed at Bea, who continued to smoke on her weed, indifferently.

“Spike friend of She-Beasts,” Bea replied. “Spike die, then She-Beasts mad.”

Spike simply shrugged and nodded his head.

“By the way, that was some nice shooting back there, Loona,” Spike complimented the wolf-dog.

“Thanks…” Loona replied, nonchalant.

“…If you don’t mind me asking, how did you learn to use a gun like that?”

“From my owner…I mean, back when he was my owner. My owner was a weird human, but I watched him and his pack members use a gun to hunt and kill other humans.”

“Interesting,” Spike quivered, tugging on his shirt, while sweating a storm. “Well, I have to say, you’re one smart dog.”

Spike notice that the edge of Loona’s lips curled up a little, nearly shaping into a smile. He looked down to see her tail wagging a little. She must be happy at his compliment.

Deciding to try and build up more on this, to establishing a genuine bond between the two, Spike continued, “I mean for real, we’re lucky to have you! I don’t know what me and Bea would ever do in that situation, if you weren’t there!”

“Yeah, well, just watch yourself, next time,” Loona advised. “I may not be there to bail you out a second time…”

Once again, there was just a moment of awkward silence between man and beasts.

“What is the problem?” Spike quietly muttered to himself, while also aiming towards Loona. “I was trying to compliment, and then you just…ruined the mood? Why?”

“Loona just insecure,” Bea Santello quietly answered, walking up to Spike’s side. “Loona not know love. Loona not know how to love. Loona had no friends.”

“Aw, that’s sad,” Spike frowned, pitying for the wolf-dog.

“Loona angry to hide sadness,” Bea added. “But Loona hate humans because humans hated Loona.”

Suddenly, without warning, Loona shoved Spike into Bea, all the while shouting, “BEA! HEADS UP!!”

Both Spike and Beatrice were so startled that neither of them could react in time, when Spike crashed into Bea, and they both fell to the ground with a loud thud.

Upon collecting themselves, Spike and Bea were wide-eyes at the shocking horror. Spike had kissed Beatrice, on the lips.

“AAAAAHHHH!!!” Spike and Beatrice screamed, and both of them worked up a drool as they spatted, while Loona was laughing to herself, amused at the scene in front of her.

“LOONA!!!” Spike shouted angrily.

“Hey, human?” Loona smirked. “I’d run if I were you.”

Spike turned and was horrified to see Bea Santello, so angry that she let out a furious rumbling growl that is as thunderous as a lion. She was baring her teeth and was stalking towards Spike.

“N-N-Now, Bea. D-D-Don’t look at me that way!” Spike pleaded desperately, before he turned and ran for his life.

“HUMAN GET BACK HERE!!!” Bea demanded, chasing after Spike.

“MAMA!!!” Spike screamed, running for his life, with Bea chasing him, while Loona was left alone, letting out a wheezing laugh.

‘For a human, he’s not so bad…a lot of fun, maybe,’ Loona thought to herself, while fidgeting her lighter, until she noticed she had successfully produced a small flame.

Dr. Grogar stared at the orb-like device in his hand, "It was about damn time that those scattered brain pigs found the power cell," He said before turning to a large cannon. The mad doctor approached the cannon and inserted into a slot of the massive gun. He then pressed a button, and the cannon began to charge up before it fired a red beam at a large statue which was blown to bits.

"Perfect..." Dr. Grogar said with a wicked grin before pressing another button which made the cannon turn into what looked to be a large robotic arm.