Isle of She-Beasts

The waters crashed along the shores. The seagulls cawing as they fly overhead. The sun shining down on the beach.

"What happened?"

Spike wearily opened up his eyes, gingerly standing up, wobbling, until he found his balance.

"Where am I?" Spike asked, looking around to find he is on a beach. "Newt Chimera? Anyone? Guys?"

Looking around at the wreckage of the ship, or what's left of it, Spike proceeded to search for New Chimera and the rest of the crew. But after an hour of searching, it wasn't long for Spike to realize he is all alone.

"I'm...I'm all alone?" Spike shuddered. "I'm...on an island...far away from...civilization..."

The young man dreaded in horror, realizing that he may never see his family again. And no one would know what became of him. Worst still, he's trapped on an island, populated with who knows what.

Shaking his head, Spike cleared his mind of negative feelings as he resolved, "No! I can't think like that. There's gotta be a way. Like dad always says, when there's a will, there's a way. And I'm going to find a way off this island! The question is...where do I begin?"

The first thing on Spike's agenda was simple: Load up his backpack with some essential supplies he could find, onboard the ship.

1. First aid kit.
2. Flashlight.
3. Ropes.
4. A compass.
5. A pocket knife.

"Phew," Spike sighed in relief, when he finds his camera was still intact. "You cost me a lot of money to lose, little guy," He said, as he wears the strap around his neck.

Once he was all geared up, Spike proceeded to explore the island, hoping to find civilization, some things to build a raft, and if he's lucky, maybe a telephone, since his phone is lost at sea.

He hadn't gone far from the beach, when he looked down to see a long trail of footprints in the sand. Some of them were made from prints of shoes, possibly members of the Marine Wildlife Photographers. The rest of the footprints, however, appeared to be made from a wide variety of animals.

"Hmmm, interesting," Spike said as he inspected to the footprints. "These look like canine paw prints, but these looked more like they were made from the hind leg... almost like this dog had learned to walk on two legs? And these looked like hoof tracks from a boar, an ox, and a... a zebra? What happened here?"

Standing up, Spike got a better look at his surroundings. It seemed as though animal tracks came from different directions, from the jungle, onto the tracks left behind, by the Marine Wildlife Photographers.

"I'm guessing while I was out, Mr. Newt Chimera and the team must've gotten acquainted with the island's inhabitants," Spike deduced. "I hope they're okay...but what kind of animals would–"

Before he could continue, the sound of drumbeats interrupted his train of thoughts. The young man looked up, holding a hand up to his ear, locating the source in the jungle.

"I hope I haven't been drinking the sea waters too much," Spike muttered to himself, as he headed into the jungle. "Because if that really is the sound of drums, then that means...there's someone living on the island! But are they friendly?"

Spike followed the sounds of beating drums, until he arrived at a clearing. There, he discovered, much to his horror – and somewhat arousal – a circle of scantily clad women, barefoot, dancing around a fire, while some others stood on the sideline, playing the drums.

[Tribal Mix & Tribal Dance]

In appearance, the women appeared to be in their 20s-30s, and they all have stunning voluptuous figures.

However, the one who stood out the crowd has a pale pink hair, with lovely curls at the end, with hypnotic purple eyes, lovely eyelashes, all of which screams angelic, complimenting the rest of her gallant figure.

For attires, they all wear the same brown bikini tops and short skirts, with a knot tied on the right side of their hips, though some of them were wearing simple loincloths, and are adorn with necklaces, made up of flowers, seas shells, and, what appeared to be, the claws and teeth of some animals.

Out of impulse, Spike hid himself behind a tree. Last thing he needed was to be spotted by a group of women. No matter how gorgeous or sexy they may be.

From behind the shrubs, Spike watched as the women shook their hips, swayed their arms, and spun themselves around.

They danced, swerving their hips, moving their abdomen, fluidly, almost enticing him. They spun themselves around, exotically, yet elegantly, causing their bottoms to flare up, as if teasing and giving a peek. Though, Spike wasn't all that interested. Still, he can't help but feel quite aroused.

Next thing he knew, the woman dropped themselves on all four, before they began making motion gestures with their hands, as if they are claws of a big cat. But the pink haired woman, in the center, rolled on her back, arching herself from the ground, while running a hand across her midriff. It was from this display that Spike noticed how well-endowed she is. So much, that he felt his face heating up, his whole body going numb, and then some.

'What's happening to me?' Spike mentally asked himself. 'What is this...reaction?'

What the pink haired woman did next, was to Spike, the cherry on the topping. Rolling herself back on all four, she arched her back, and held a hand up to her chin, and purred, "Nya~"

Suddenly, the sound of tree branches snapping was heard. Spike looked to his left and sees a large hulking beast, lumbering from the trees, through the clearing.

[End of Dance]

When Spike looked up, he was alarmed to see how the beast, seems to be a tall, muscular man, yet has the face of a wild boar.

"Whoa...is that...Bebop's big brother?" Spike asked.

The women, however, didn’t seemed to be frightened. Instead, they parted and respectively bowed their heads for the creature.

After the creature passed, Spike looked to see it was carrying two unconscious members of his crew.

"Hey...where is that thing taking them?" Spike asked to himself. "Maybe to Mr. Newt Chimera and the rest of the crew. Guess I'm gonna have to follow him."

Hiding himself deeper in the shrubs, Spike waited until the jungle women resumed their dancing to notice. Moving ever so slowly, as quiet as a mouse, Spike snuck out from the bushes, and quietly followed behind the huge boar-man, without being noticed.

Or so he hoped...

As Spike followed the boar-man, the jungle began to become darker with each step. Hardly any ray of sunlight could pass through the thick branches and leaves of the trees. Spike almost tripped over some roots a couple of times, as he followed the boar-man through the jungle, before arriving at the mouth of a tunnel.

"Mr. Newt Chimera and the others must be in there," Spike said to himself, with dread. "...I hope I don't regret this..."

Swallowing a lump in his throat, Spike sprinted after the boar-man, into the cave. Inside the cave, the air felt moist, humid, and stale. Upon arriving at the other end of the cavern, Spike looked to find himself in what appeared to be a courtyard, filled with cages of all kinds of animals, including lions, tigers, and bears.

"Oh my!" Spike exclaimed, as he looked around at the facility. "What is this place? Some kind...secret zoo? WHOA!"

Spike got a little too close, when he backed up against a jaguar's cage. The spotted wildcat let out a hiss, furiously swiping a paw at the young man, who backed away to avoid the claws and fangs.

After a moment to compose himself and catching his breath from the near-death experience, Spike turned his attention, back at the boar-man, to see the beast walking through some doors, that immediately slid to the sides, granting the creature passage.

Spike was just about to follow, when the sound of screaming caught his attention. It sounded like a woman's scream. However, it was the next scream that startled him the most.

"Please forgive me my dear! I-I never wanted this! I never wanted any of this!" Said a familiar voice.

"Mr. Chimera?!" Spike exclaimed, recognizing the man's voice.

Looking for the source, Spike soon set his sight on a vent in the ground. Bending down, he looked through the gaps to see, what appeared to be a laboratory of some kind.

From what Spike could see the lead biologist, with a very sad expression on his face, standing next to a dark and large burly figure as he witnessed something horrible. Spike was both shocked and confused by this. Mr. Chimera knew these guys? Was he the one who knocked out, or killed, the captain and turned off the radio?

"I can't watch this anymore. Tell father that I'll be in my quarters." Newt told the figure next to him glumly who only nodded in reply.

And with that, Mr. Chimera left with his head down in shame. Next thing Spike saw, a crackle of electricity illuminated the laboratory below, with the sound of a woman's screaming, and the whirling sound of machineries, as they subjected her to a series of gruesome tortures.

“Whoa!” Spike yelped, jumping back, startled. “Did not need to see that!”

After a moment to regain his composure, Spike picked himself up, reigning in his train of thoughts.

“What the hell is happening?” He asked himself. “Who are those guys? What is this place? What’s with all these animals? And…how does Mr. Chimera know these people? I gotta find him. But first…how am I going to get in?”

Spike looked at his surroundings, and begins to formulate a plan of action. He’s in a courtyard, that’s full of caged animals, and the only way in was a couple of automatic open side doors.

He could go in, through the door, but there’s no telling what could be waiting for him on the other side.

There’s the windows, but they seemed to be barred. Not only that, but Spike has no way of climbing the walls.

“So then, that’s assuming, the only way in would be—AAAHHH!!!” Spike yelped when he tripped and fell into a pond, with a large pipe, next to him.

“Ugh,” He cringed in disgust. “Shit.”