Spike and the Island

Over the days the pirate crew collected what scant treasures they could from the beach, mostly an excuse to laze about a little while longer. None of them bothered to redress except when necessary, the exception being Captain Calaeno who marched out in her usual heavy attire which included a heavy button-up coat and hat.

Her false leg thumped on the bridge from the ship to the beach. “Attention, you scurvies! You want to prove we can trust you, sirens? If so, I have a little errand for you!”

The Dazzlings looked between each other, naked and wading in the shallow waters under the sun. Adagio finally shrugged, wet curls sticking to her flawless skin, and answered, “Okay, we'll hear you out. What do you want from us?”

“Just a little deep sea diving,” butted in Rainbow Dash who stood proud and nude on the wet sands, small waves washing over her feet. She stood with a slender hip thrust to one side, a hand resting on it, her athletic form limber and aerodynamic. She had even shaved her womanly mound to make her speedier in water. “Maybe find some treasures on the bottom of the ocean?”

Lightning Dust marched up by her, her bare body practically her twin. “Sirens are much stronger than humans, so-”

“We get the idea,” replied Aria who drew her lips into a line. “We don't want to be treated like pets who play fetch!”

“But this is our chance to start over,” argued Sonata who splashed water over her bare udders. “I think we should do it!”

“We have our pride,” admitted Adagio who chewed her lower lip. “What else can you promise us in return?”

“Free passage and food, which might not mean much to you three,” admitted Calaeno. “A share of the booty, if you want it. Pardons for all your crimes so you won't be hunted anymore, since you'll be under Spike's care. Does that sound fair?”

The sisters swam closer and took a moment to talk it over. “Fine,” said Adagio. With that settled, the captain barked orders to the rest of her crew, while the Dazzlings headed deeper into the sea and dove below. Maps were passed and parties were split to explore further into the island, warned that despite the serene appearance on the surface, danger lurked further in.

Beatrix Belladonna sighed and swished back her platinum hair, tinged by violet. “Damn, there goes our vacation! Well, it was bound to happen eventually. Time to put our butts to work.” She gave her rump a little shake and laughed.

Lightning Dust smirked at her and asked, “Sure you can keep up with us?” She focused, the bird wing tattoo on her back glowed, and then they sprang to life in an explosion of aquamarine feathers that she flapped to lift her skyward.

Soon she was doing loops, challenged by Rainbow Dash who also activated her magic wings and sailed in a rainbow streak. Lastly came Scootaloo, who struggled to so much as lift herself by the tiny wings that arose from her slender back.

“I am a witch,” reminded Beatrix who snapped her fingers. “If anything, you'll probably lag behind me!”

Behind them Spike watched their nude flight, not to mention the nice view of Beatrix's plush ass and the other pirates who rushed about on the beach. Sunlight gently kissed their bare skin, footprints left in the sands. He lowered himself, and Beatrix swung a leg over his scaly back, mounting the drake who set off on all fours into the wilderness ahead.

Above him he could hear the rustle of an unfolded map by his partner. Not to mention the feel of her warm mound and buttocks, which occasionally bounced under his movements. Foliage rustled around the drake who ventured inward, the jungle so dense he needed to slash it apart with his claws at parts. He was aided by Beatrix's aura that helped push the blockage aside.

Realizing they were now in the thick of it, Beatrix waved a hand and her full costume materialized over her, eyes shaded by her wide-brimmed hat. They could barely see above the trees but knew the fliers zipped above them, Lightning Dust, Rainbow Dash, and Scootaloo volunteering to come with their party. A choice that suited them, since they'd at least met them all.

Under the witch's cape she kept the amulets she'd taken from the Dazzlings secured in its many hidden pockets, the dimensional sleeves sewn into the lining keeping the deactivated trinkets until she decided what to do with them.

Since they were attuned to each sister, they were little more than jewelry to anyone else, despite the unimaginable power stored in them.

A soft rain started to fall over the next hour, the pitter-patter audible on the thick leaves...

*****

From the moment the pirates arrived, the self-styled 'Goddess' of the island had sensed their presence. Or more importantly the magical resonance of the amulets which she wished to claim for her own. Situated in her moss-covered temple at the heart of the jungle, she used her own stolen artifacts to make the island resemble a paradise on the outer skirts to lure the stranded in.

She walked naked save for her crown through her collected, plus flesh sparkling like her namesake, Diamond Tiara. Crystalline skin glittered under the torch light, the Crystal Heart her followers had stolen humming on a stand.

“Silver Spoon,” she snapped and her most trusted confidante bustled over, also nude and glittery under the spell.

“Yes?” She offered a slight bow, glasses resting across her nose.

“Looks like those pirates haven't learned their lesson! I might've let them go if they just stuck to the beach, but they're headed into my territory! We have to deal with them, and secure their treasures for ourselves!” She stomped around her lair, kicked aside piles of gold and silver coins, mixed with gems and other such treasures they'd unearthed or taken over time.

“We have another problem,” reminded Silver Spoon. “The natives-”

“Will be dealt with,” assured Tiara who pursed her lips. “They've been a thorn in our side ever since I can remember!”

Silver Spoon hugged her childhood companion, the only real support she had anymore. Sure, she had followers, worshipers, but none she could dare let down her guard to. They doubted the air pirates remembered it, but the pair of them had been kidnapped as children, hostages to be sold back at an absurd price to their parents. Except they had never paid the ransom.

Would they really abandon them? Diamond Tiara had been forced to face the facts.

A skirmish between the air pirates and another nation that hunted them let to the airship's damage and lost cargo over the island, she and Silver Spoon tossed from their cages overboard and assumed dead as they crashed here.

Instead they had ran into a tribe of natives who took them in, assumed that Diamond Tiara was an incarnation of 'Goddess' due to the riches that landed with them which she had adorned herself with.

One of the tribe's shamans had denied this, which had resulted in a bloody civil war. Pretty soon Tiara's faction ruled most of the island, the pariahs left to roam the jungles.

At first Tiara attempted to win the cast outs over. But as she matured she started to rule with an iron fist. Silver Spoon was the organizer, a go-between who made certain the will of their 'Goddess' was carried out to the letter.

Coins rustled as Silver Spoon gently pushed her friend back onto a pile, pressed her tender flesh to hers, mashed their lips. She needed comfort and who was she to deny her? Their hands traced over supple flesh, cupped and molded it to their fingers, felt the body heat build between their shiny skin. Low moans rose from them as they nibbled and sucked, connected by saliva.

Slowly Silver slid lower, paused to plant kisses on Tiara's heaving breasts, her wide nipples not wet and erect. Lower she trailed between her tits, over her navel, parted her thighs and studied the cleft before her.

She trailed over the slit, ran her tongue partially between it, exposing a bit of pink as she traced her perineum, down to her puckered asshole which she circled.

Tiara's soft moans echoed throughout the chamber, her head cast back. The shapely silhouettes of the lovers played across the walls. Nibbles and audible kisses painted supple inner thighs, until Silver's warm tongue pushed its way into her slit.

Pink walls were pried open, circled in swishes that lapped up the slivers of her juices that connected the constricting canal.

A thumb rubbed around the swollen clitoris that peeked from its hood. Tiara bit her lower lip, pinched her own hard nipples, crushed her breasts between her palms.

For a moment all her troubles were forgotten. Her tunnel was licked clean, the muscle pushed in deep as it could go, able to slurp up the nectar that drooled from her clenching cervix as she pulsed.

“Ah,” cried Tiara who shook and loosed herself. The splatter washed over Silver's face, mucked up her glasses and blinded her, mouth directly filled by sweet release.

She bucked her hips into Silver's face, surrounded it in her warmth, continued to moan while she rode out the rest of her orgasm, lost in a haze of absolute bliss. She panted and slackened.

Silver withdrew and licked her lips, her glasses removed. “You don't have to take care of me today.”

“Good, because I'm beat!” She rose as Silver withdrew, then stretched wide. Not that she minded helping out her friend most of the time, but they had things to do and little time to waste. Not when they had potential enemies all around them.

In order to deal with the invaders, she would have to release the temple's guardian, who she usually kept sealed since he always proved difficult to control. The colossal creature was depicted on the walls, ancient and regal, equally vicious and monstrous.

Buried in a black pit at the bottom was the evidence, a mountain of skeletons from those long sacrificed to sate the beast...

*****

After a couple hours into the trek, the temple loomed in the distance. Overgrown by moss, the pyramid towered over the jungle.

Spike sucked in a breath at the sight, Beatrix's eyes widened, and Lightning Dust unfurled her wings and rose to take a better look. “I've heard of such places,” the pirate said. “Odds are we'd be trussed up, cut open, and left to bleed down its sides.”

“Gruesome,” noted Beatrix who hopped off the drake. “Reminds me of some cults I've dealt with.”

Flapping her wings, Dust tilted her head back over her shoulder. “You've been on lots of adventures, huh?”

“A few,” said Beatrix with all the humility she could muster, unable to contain a wry smile. “The world I came from was overrun by a doomsday cult, actually. This is almost a vacation compared to the usual places I end up!”

“Sounds like a blast,” replied Dust.

“It's definitely an adrenaline rush. Not sure what I'd do with myself if I couldn't go on crazy adventures. Don't think I'll ever settle down.” She shrugged. They resumed their stroll, Dust landing and continuing to hack with her machete.

“Want a go?” She offered the blade to her.

“No thanks. I don't usually carry a weapon,” admitted Beatrix. “Maybe I should, since I can't always rely on my magic, but I'm pretty hopeless with one, despite having a skilled swordsman for a father. Of course, I wasn't raised by him.”

Spike frowned. “Wish I could remember my parents. Then again, considering I used to be a dog...” He tried not to think about it. That was his old life, so why not leave it all behind? Especially since they had all welcomed him in here?

A vine sprang up mid-slash and coiled around Lightning Dust's wrist. “Hey, what the-” The machete fell from her grasp as she was yanked upside-down. Immediately the others sprang into action, hands lit up alongside a horn that manifested on Beatrix's head when she activated her aura. Behind her Spike leaped forward in a flurry of teeth and claws to slice the vines.

The entire jungle whirled to life around them. They were assaulted from all directions, seized as the extensions shot out. Each time one was cut down or torched, several more were quick to take its place, their numbers virtually endless.

“Damn it,” cried Spike who roared, puffed up his muscular chest, and almost breathed flames...until he realized if the place caught fire his friends would likely burn to death in their attempt to escape. He railed, feeling helpless.

“Sorry,” called Beatrix who reached into the fold of her cape. “I'll be back with help, I swear!” She tossed a smoke bomb at her feet, enveloped in plumes of colorful smoke that billowed as her silhouette vanished into the puff.

Yet the captives had little time to focus on that, confronted by a tribe that spilled in to face them. They were naked save for stylized body paint down their toned forms, and carried spears that were pointed towards their prey.

Their leader marched forward, her skin dark and her hair cut into a mohawk. “Welcome to our island, little ones. But I fear your invasion must be undone.” She smiled, her understated voice almost cheerful. The pair were dropped down, the spears pointed all-around them. Soon they were poked to follow her. “You may call me Zecora, my wayward explorers...”