Isle of She-Beasts

Spike kept on running into the jungles of the island. He brushed through the exotic florals of the island, which cracked and rattled by his presence.

Spike didn't know exactly how long he had been running. To him, it felt like hours, given the excessive amount of grimy sweat he was soaked in, and the temperature of the air turning from the freezing morning to humid.

By the time Spike decided to stop, he was gasping for air, his lungs were burning, his legs were aching, his feet were sore, and his whole body ached from all the running. He had to stop to catch his breath. He rapidly inhaled and exhaled, until he was able to steady his breathing to a natural relaxing pace.

"Ten seconds in; ten seconds out," Spike breathed.

He looked behind him to see if Beatrice was still chasing him. He was both relieved and scared to see that the crocodile reverse-hybrid was nowhere in sight. On one hand, it would mean he has successfully lost the crocodile, and that she's given up and was no longer in pursuit of him. But on the other hand, it would mean that she could either be hiding and could pounce on him when he least expect it. Crocodiles are awfully known for their stealthy predatory.

However, if Beatrice wasn't hiding out of sight and she truly wasn't in pursuit of Spike, then this would mean that not only has Spike lost the crocodile, but he has also gone too far away from the village. He has not only lost the crocodile, but he has also lost himself, somewhere, in the jungle. He is lost.

"Oh, great..." Spike frowned in dismay at his predicament. "It's as the old same goes. Out of the frying pan and into the fire. I'm lost. Probably thousands of miles away from the village. And the odds are...I'm probably going to get mauled, or ripped to pieces..."

No matter where Spike looked, every part of the jungle looks the same. The trees are tall, with leaves and branches so thick that they blocked out the sun, so that little to no light could seep through.

There are no visible roads. No landmarks. And the only sounds that could be heard are the wind blowing across the florals, causing them to dance and sway in the breeze.

Furthermore, somewhere behind the trees, the hooting, howling, and calling of Dr. Grogar’s creatures can be heard.

“If I don’t find a way back home quick, I’ll be someone’s next meal,” Spike muttered to himself.

He has to admit, but the village has started to become his second home. Or at the very least, it felt like home for both him and the girls. He had a bed, a roof over his head, and foods which the girls provided for.

Upon thinking of the last part, Spike was struck with an epiphany. The girls really have provided all the food to eat. And how could they not?

They were genetically altered by a mad scientist to hunt, even kill for food, just to survive. And it got Spike thinking.

‘They did all the work,’ He thought to himself. ‘They pick the food. But what have I done for them in return?’

Spike thought back on his past experiences, since meeting the girls. He once saved them from a chimeric beast, and helped Twilight to salvage parts from Newt Chimera’s old ship to formulate their plan to escape. But that’s about it.

In the recent devil monkeys attack, he did nothing but hide, while the girls risked their lives, defending the village.

He didn’t hunt foods for them, since he was too uncomfortable at the thought of killing something, or someone who was originally a human. Like that one time he was against the idea of Rainbow Dash killing a fish-man.

At first, Spike was against it because he was afraid of descending into madness at the loss of his humanity. Or most of the time, because he was afraid of having a similar fate decided against his free will. Or maybe that was because, back when, he was afraid of the girls, much like how he was afraid every other women in the world.

But now, after everything, he has come to realize that they weren’t all dangerous or threatening he initially perceived them to be.

They are his friends and he had been taking them for granted.

‘I want to do something for them,’ Spike resolved mentally. ‘Maybe while I’m out here, I can probably look for some fruits to take back to the village.’

At the last part, Spike was struck with another sharp realization.

‘That is, hoping that the village isn’t too far away,’ Spike hoped.

The sun was shining high in the sky. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky. By then, Spike was certain it was noon.

The young man wandered aimlessly through the jungle. Thankfully, he had found some edible fruits to take back to the village.

They were mostly mangoes, guavas, bananas, and some coconuts. Spike had eaten a few of them to save himself from the famine. But he was still hungry.

“Oh, at this point, I don’t even care anymore!” Spike moaned at the ravenous pit in his stomach. “One of Dr. Grogar’s boar-men sounded really tasty for bacon right now.”

Inhaling a strong gust of air, Spike let out a scream, “HEEEEEELP MEEEEEEEEEE!!!!”

A few seconds have passed after Spike screamed for help. He sat down and waited for someone to come and find him. And hopefully, someone who isn’t threatening to kill him, like Shade Stalker.

Spike smacked himself on the forehead upon realizing at the last part.

‘Good thinking, Spike!’ Spike castigated himself mentally. ‘Now you’ve given yourself away to an even bigger predator! Now we’re all in danger of getting captured!’

Deciding not to stick around to find out, Spike got up and proceeded to resume walking through the jungle, searching for a way back to the village.

He kept walking for at least half an hour, and collecting some more fruits he figured the girls would appreciate, along the way.

Spike compromised using his shirt as a makeshift bag for him to carry the heavy loads of foods.

“Look at me, shirtless,” Spike muttered to himself. “Hope none of the girls sees me like this.”

Spike was never confident about his own body. He hardly has any muscles on him. He never quite saw himself as a bodybuilder, let alone have any reason to build up muscles for the intentions of impressing the ladies.

Spike just kept on carrying his load of fruits, determined to find his way back to the village. Hopefully, by then, Beatrice will have calmed down and have lost her intention of mauling Spike.

He hadn’t gotten far, however, when Spike heard the sounds of tapping footsteps, coming from the right. It sounded close, and it was pressing the underbrush.

It didn’t sound like a creature running. The pacing wasn’t fast enough. And it wasn’t slowing down, meaning it wasn’t a slow creature, or even an injured one. There was a certain rhythm to it. The kind of rhythm that dancers follow.

Curious, Spike decided to take a peek through the florals and was amazed to what he was seeing.

Dancing in a clearing, that looked as if it’s been tidied up, was Fleur-de-Lis.

The area around her was cleared of dead leaves, sticks, rocks, and any other objects that might’ve gotten in her way.

It also helped that a hole in the treetops allowed a ray of sunshine to shine through. Fleur was practically dancing in the spotlight.

And so the former She-Beast turned jungle woman was free to dance, without any disturbance, or any sort of interference.

Instead of recoiling at the amount of skin she was showing, nor did he cover his eyes, like normally would, Spike watched the show.

The young man watched the fluid movement of Fleur’s dance, following the wave of her arms, down to the sway of her hips, all emphasizing the curvaceous silhouette of her entire figure.

For the first time, Spike had taken notice of the tone of her muscular abs, complimenting her wide, ample hips supported by the thickness of her legs. Even more alluring, perhaps to lots of other men, besides Spike, is the bouncing of her well-endowed breasts.

Spike feels rather ashamed of himself for looking at Fleur like this, but his eyes just couldn’t look away from this hypnotic dance. To him, it was as if she was inviting him to ogle her, and beckoning him to come to her.

With his face heating up red from the embarrassment, or from the infatuation of the dance, the dancer, or the skimpy clothing she wore that hardly left anything to the imagination. Spike just couldn’t think clearly.

He forgot to look where he was going and tripped over a log. Before he could react, he already fell and hit his head against a rock, knocking him out cold.

“What happened?” Spike groaned, sitting himself up, with a throbbing pain on his forehead. “Ow, my head!”

Spike was interrupted when he bundle of hair rubbed itself, under his chin. He immediately blinked fully awake, when he felt a pair of soft mounds pressing against his chest.

He looked down, to see sure enough, Fleur was snuggling atop of him. What’s more, she had positioned her hands and feet atop his arms and legs, at the crucial points, keeping him pinned down.

“A-A-A-AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!” Spike screamed, trying to wriggle himself free.

But it was no use.

There can be no doubt. She had seduced him with her dance so that she could claim him all to herself.

For a jungle woman with her intellect deprived of common sense, or rationality, she’s as cunning as she is beautiful.

It’s possible that some amount of her intelligence, prior to Dr. Grogar’s experiment, were recovering. All the more reason for Spike to be afraid of her.

He looked up in horror, at the piercing violet eyes that stared into his soul. Fleur let out some vibrating chirping trills, as she closed the distance between her and Spike’s face.

Spike immediately shuts his eyes tightly and closed his mouth, turning his head away, bracing himself for what is to come.

He cringed as he felt the sticky wet texture of the woman’s tongue, stroking him across the cheek of his face. Even more alarming, the jungle woman proceeded to trail her lick, down his cheeks to the base of his neck, where she presumed to bite him.

“OW!!!” Spike yelled at the sharp pain.

It was so sudden and so painful, he lurched his whole body up, in response. His outburst was able to throw Fleur off, thus freeing him.

Spike immediately scrambled to his feet and tried to run, but Fleur was quick to chase after him, and pounced on top of his back.

“Get off of me, Sweetie! I mean, Fleur!” Spike grunted.

But Fleur wasn’t listening. Instead, she wrapped her arms and legs around Spike, and meowed in protest, every time he attempted to wriggle himself free.

“This is ridiculous!” Spike grumbled, and thought to himself at his predicament. ‘She’s not letting up. I gotta figure out someway to get out…I wonder.’

He looked down at Fleur, who was to busy snuggling against his bare chest to notice. Spike leaned his head forward and was able to clamp his mouth against her ear.

With that, Fleur ceased her antic. It was as if Spike’s sudden bold gesture had switched her off. But the loud, vibrating purr that escaped her confirmed her newfound arousal. Her ear is an erogenous zone.

Spike has dominated her.

Spike continued to suckle on Fleur’s ear, to render her completely helpless, and immobilized, until she was finally off of him.

Spike then got up on his feet, scrambled to pick up his shirt and the fruits he had dropped, and made a dash into the trees.

“OOF!” He grunted, when he collided, headfirst against someone, and they both fell to the ground.

“Ow!” The She-Beast grunted, revealing herself to be Sunset Shimmer.

Spike looked down to see his face was atop of her chest fur. He carefully got up, and awkwardly found himself straddling atop of Sunset’s midriff.

“Oh, Sunset!” Spike yelped, as he frantically got off the tiger-woman. “I’m sorry! I didn’t see you there!”

“That’s okay, Spike,” Sunset forgave him, as she brushes herself. “But what’s going on? I heard you screaming and…what happened to your shirt?”

“Long story short,” Spike began. “I may have accidentally kissed Beatrice. She got mad. Chased me into the jungle. I got lost, then I decided to pick fruits, and then I ran into her.”

He pointed at Fleur, who was rolling on her back, showing off her tone midriff. The jungle woman shot them an innocent look, but Spike knew otherwise.

“Oh my goodness, Spike!” Sunset exclaimed as she looked at his neck. “Is that a…a bruise?”

“Yeah. She bit me,” Spike confirmed. “How bad is it?”

“Hmmm. It doesn’t look too bad. It’s what we call a love bite, or a hickey. Totally normal.”

“Normal?!” Spike exclaimed in outrage. “Try sexual harassment! She seduces me, held me down against my Will, and then she…she bit me, and…that’s normal for you women?!”

“Spike, not every romantic advances are deemed sexual harassment,” Sunset replied. “And Fleur doesn’t know any better. I’m sure she didn’t mean any ill intent.”

As much as Spike wanted to argue, he was tired and he just wanted to get out of this awkward moment.

“Agree to disagree,” Spike sighed. “But now that you’re here, can you take us back to the village? Is it far?”

“Not at all.”

With that, Sunset walked over to some vines, pulling them back, like curtains, revealing the village, in sight. Except it was being surrounded by tall wooden poles, lined with thorny vines and branches that were sharpened into spears.

“What is all this?” Spike asked.

“Ever since the recent attack from those devil monkeys, we’ve been setting up defenses,” Sunset explained, as she took both Spike and Fleur into the village. “Watch your steps!”

Spike barely stopped, just in time, from putting his foot down on a pile of leaves.

“Sorry, Spike,” Sunset apologized, as she gently pulled Spike away, much to Fleur’s distinctive jealousy and annoyance. “We’ve been digging up and set some pitfall traps. Maybe a little too much…”

Just as Sunset finished explaining, an unfortunate Fluttershy had the misfortune to fall into one of the traps, “WHOA!!!”

“Fluttershy?!” Sunset called to the blind bat-woman.

“I’m okay,” Fluttershy groaned.

Not too far away, Pinkie Pie was testing out a giant slingshot she must’ve crafted, using two palm trees, and some vines for the sling.

“PULL!!” Pinkie Pie hollered, releasing the slingshot, firing a coconut, hitting Rainbow Dash in midair.

“OW!” The falcon-woman screeched. “Pinkie!”

Close by, Applejack was sharpening up some logs into spears to reinforce the walls, with Rarity keeping them together with vines.

Twilight was trying to teach Leggy Lamb and the other Reverse-Hybrids how to take shelter, in the events of another attack.

“As you can see, we’re still in the early stages,” Sunset Shimmer sighed. “It ain’t Fort Knox, but hopefully, it’ll keep us safe from whatever’s out there.”

Spike followed Sunset’s gaze and could feel the pit of his stomach with newfound dread. Just how many more dangers does he and the girls have to contend with? How much more can this one island have?