Spike in Pirate's Booty Call

A lamp suspended from the ceiling swayed in the shadowy cabin. Captain Calaeno paced about the room, a tattered map pinned to a table with a knife embedded in its center. “If Lightning Dust wishes to leave she has my blessing. But let the sirens loose? Are you insane? You know they called down that storm that almost killed Beatrix, right? Not to mention their other crimes!”

“I can change them,” assured Spike who'd finally worked up the courage to confront her directly.

“I certainly think it's possible,” added in Beatrix who stood beside the drake. “I figured out how they controlled the weather. Sure, they might have washed me away, but I seized these little trinkets from their secret cove!” With a bit of sleight-of-hand she revealed a bunch of amulets, each tuned to their respective owners. “Once I disabled them, they're practically helpless!”

“So that means their singing won't work either?” She nodded at the captain. “I see. They're still stronger and sturdier than average though, not to mention amoral. How do you know they won't kill you while you sleep, Spike?”

“I'll take that chance. Consider them my responsibility,” he announced and proudly puffed up his chest.

“Fine. Consider it a favor to the Dragon Lord.” She couldn't help but smile as Spike and Beatrix high-fived.

The pair were dismissed, and left to wander the airship like before. By now it had reverted, touched down on the ocean, and cast its anchor.

They had been told to explore the island at their pleasure, but not wander too far, warned predators lurked in the jungle.

A bridge connected the pirate ship to a sandy beach. The sands sparkled, decorated by the occasional seashell, hermit crabs, starfish, seaweed, and occasional bits of washed up debris. Gulls cried overhead, the sun high in clear blue skies.

“Hooray! Finally, we're here!” Rainbow Dash immediately tossed off all her clothes and broke into a run. She was closely followed by Scootaloo who laughed while she did the same, then Gilda who shrugged, until most of the pirate crew had stripped down and played in the sun. “Like the view, Spike? How about you, Beatrix? Don't rot away all day like the captain!”

“I'll be there,” promised Beatrix who smiled warmly at Spike and Lightning Dust. After a nod from Dust, the witch waved a hand and banished their clothes to leave them nude. “Lucky you, Spike, the sole male on the crew!” She nudged his ribs.

He nodded, tried not to leer too much despite all the bared flesh that jiggled as pirates ran about, wrestled, or threw themselves down to laze.

He wondered if the Dragon Lord had really sent Beatrix and him there to take a vacation? Maybe in the hopes he would be able to find lovers of his own?

He seized Dust and Beatrix by the waist with his tail, plopped them onto his back.

The pair tittered as they straddled him and he stalked down the bridge onto the beach. “Wait,” said Beatrix who looked over her shoulder at the cages that housed the sirens. “Promise to behave?”

They nodded as one, and she used her aura to undo the locks. The three freed sisters let themselves out, and Sonata cheered, before they dove over the side into the waters.

They could easily swim away. Adagio considered it, for a moment. Instead they decided to stick with Spike, satisfied by the drake and curious if he could satisfy their needs over time, like he promised. They splashed, swam, and played, thankful to finally be free. From where everyone stood the island appeared to be a paradise, the airship here to collect its abundant riches.

Spike couldn't help but shudder in subdued pleasure, felt the warmth of mounds and buttocks that rested on his muscular back. His riders watched the scenery pass as he clambered on all fours further in beneath the palm trees, where he stopped in the shade.

Beatrix's aura wrapped around a few coconuts, used a simple spell to split them open, and offered them.

Spike watched his lover drink from the shell. “Does it bother you if I seek out other lovers?”

Dust shrugged it off between sips. “I know what I was getting into when I accepted a dragon's offer. Plus, I'll just have to prove I'm cooler than him.” She slyly smirked. “Besides, Beatrix already told me I was far from your first.”

Beatrix laughed nervously. “Me and my big mouth! Starlight Glimmer hasn't made up her mind, though.”

“I'll win her over,” he assured himself.

With Lightning Dust and possibly the sirens at his side, renewed confidence surged through the drake, certain that over time his treasure trove would prove boundless.

He lazed under the palm tree, as his riders nestled on both sides of him, and watched the pirates play and drink themselves into a stupor over the hours.

Beatrix and Dust fanned him with heavy leaves, and the latter fed him small gems she took from the former's pouch. He crunched them down, licked her digits, listened to them laugh as they pressed their soft breasts on his scaly sides.

By this point Rainbow Dash had pulled out a large ball, bunted it to Scootaloo, who then passed it to Gilda. Pretty soon most of the crew that wasn't passed out joined in, the sirens included who waded in the shallow waters, the sphere passed between them.

In order to unearth the treasures on the island they would have to head deeper in, where untold dangers supposedly lurked.

Another reason he'd no doubt been called in, a dragon equipped to act as muscle where weapons failed. They didn't exactly want to raze the land with the airship, especially since there were rumors that natives lived there in small tribes.

What would they discover inside?

He remembered some markings on the map, unable to read much still despite Beatrix's attempts to teach him in their downtime, but he'd seen an ominous temple marked on one area...