Maneuvering through the dense foliage, Beatrix Belladonna searched for Rainbow Dash and Scootaloo, who had decided to scout ahead. She winced as small cuts adorned her flesh, ducking low and keeping her cape wrapped around close to shield her, reminded that she couldn't afford to waste a second. What if they turned out to be an angry cannibal tribe...?

She shuddered, the jungle so thick she was enshrouded in darkness, her hands lit in a soft glow to illuminate the way. Rustling filled her ears. She felt watched from every angle, uncertain if it were simply her wild imagination. Nor was she familiar with a number of strange plants that surrounded her, some that looked like they could easily swallow her whole!

“Damn it,” she muttered under her breath. “And here I thought I'd come across another relatively peaceful world...”

Huffing, her leotard clinging to her sticky and sweaty shape, she rushed onward until she spotted her friends ahead. “Hey,” she called to the fliers who had risen above the clearing to overlook the land. “We're in trouble! Our party has been captured!”

Rainbow Dash snapped back to face her. “What?! We've got to help them!”

“Hold up,” called Scootaloo who fluttered beside her. “Who nabbed them? We might need more help for this!”

“Don't know the details,” admitted Beatrix who shook her head. “Looked like a tribe of natives. Trouble is, it appeared like they could control the forest itself! Plus, who knows how many of them there are? What if they took them to that temple?”

“To be sacrificed? It's definitely a possibility,” said Dash who pursed her lips.

Scoots said, “How about we meet up with the rest of the crew and put together a rescue party?”

“By the time we do that it might be too late,” cried Dash who bristled in frustration.

“It's certainly the safest option,” reminded Beatrix. “But hey, I'm just a guest here, so it's your call!”

“Damn it. Guess we have no choice. Us three alone would be suicide.” The fliers plucked up Beatrix, who yelped as she was lifted above the jungle. The witch closed her eyes, sped high above back towards the shore where the ship awaited.

When they neared the area where Beatrix had escaped from, the flora angrily stirred, vines rising and snapping at them. The coils threatened to seize and drag them down, but despite how much they stretched the pirates darted out of their range.

“Ha,” called Dash. “That the best you can do?”

“Careful,” warned Beatrix. “Don't taunt them!” But no sooner did she speak when a buzz sounded. From below rose a dense cloud, a swarm of colorful, spherical insects that made her violet eyes widen. “Parasprites? Oh no...”

Dash cocked an eyebrow. “Para what now?”

“They're headed this way,” cried Scoots, the three unable to withhold their screams when they were swarmed.

The buzz drowned them out, the trio completely enclosed in the thick cloud. Beatrix had heard about these creatures but never encountered one as they were extinct in her world, and from the terrible myths that had been passed down she feared they would rapidly strip the flesh from their bone. They closed their eyes, felt themselves tickled all over by the creatures.

Yet while the insects brushed over them they were otherwise untouched. Instead they chewed on their garments, ripped and tore their scant clothes, until they were stripped bare in less than a minute by the horde, who then rapidly dispersed from them.

“You little perverts,” muttered Dash who scrunched up her face. “Oh well, I don't like to wear much anyway!”

“At least we're safe,” said Scoots who continued to help her carry the witch.

Beatrix managed a nervous chuckle. The winds swept over their naked flesh, teased at their perky nipples, smoothed over their ample curves which were swathed in the kiss of sunlight. One danced on a pink bud, tickled the nub until she shivered and tittered, as it crawled over the bared flesh. “Let's move on, shall we?” She watched the parasprites rush onward, and hoped the voracious creatures wouldn't swallow up the ship before they made their way back to the coast...

*****

“Damn you all,” hissed Lightning Dust between her teeth, hogtied and hung stark naked from a bar. Spike crouched down, ready to leap into action, only to be repeatedly prodded by spears from all sides by the surrounding tribe. He growled, forced to stand down as they poked at her fleshy buttocks, thankful that they had yet to draw blood despite the threat of violence.

Sparks popped from a fire at the center. He was reminded of a ceremony done by the coven he'd stumbled on, the flames green and purple, as was the ghastly smoke that rose from the pyre he feared his lover would soon be tossed into.

“Do you plan to eat us,” he roared. “Or sacrifice us? Either way, I've had about enough of this!” Smoke poured from his flared nostrils, ready to simply torch them as a furnace roiled in his expanded belly and be done with it!

“Enough,” came a familiar, inquisitive voice. The tribe bowed in reverence as Zecora made her way through the rustling foliage. She wryly smiled at their captives. “What do I see, but that our guests do not appreciate our hospitality?”

“You need a lighter touch,” came a cheerier voice. The woman was winged, and marked by feathers over portions of her mostly bared skin, also lined by tribal tattoos. “Also, you know it's hard for people to follow you when you rhyme!”

“But I...fine. You win Gabby,” answered Zecora who sighed. “Release them,” she ordered and the tribesmen cut down Lightning Dust who landed with a thump. They also withdrew from Spike who protectively went to his lover's side.

“You'll have to excuse us,” said Gabby. “We're at war, and we can't be too careful! You could be spies for Diamond Tiara.”

Spike shook his head. “Never heard of her. We don't have a clue what's happening here. Care to fill us in?”

“That seems prudent,” admitted Zecora who nodded to the tribe. “Prepare dinner! We will return soon.” She turned and Gabby waved them to follow. Seeing there was little choice, Spike and Lightning Dust trailed after them into the jungle.

After a short jaunt they arrived at a small pond. Moss drifted over the pristine waters. They stripped and wandered into the waters, where they soaked in the crystalline liquids. “Forgive me, it seemed necessary to test you. The truth is, we're an offshoot of the coven too,” explained Zecora. “From my cauldron I'm able to watch what happens across the world.”

“I-I see,” said Spike who swallowed, curious about how much she knew.

She explained the ongoing war with Diamond Tiara and the tribe who had split with them. How they wished to preserve the island and its culture, whereas their enemies meddled with forces they didn't comprehend. Spike nodded while they listened patiently, still uncertain whether he could trust them yet determined to at least give them a chance.

While he listened to her tale his eyes couldn't help but wander over them, their contours wet and shiny under the sunlight. Thankfully neither appeared to mind, Gabby in particular eager to innocently pose when she caught his eye.

Of course he also worried about the pirate crew and Beatrix, who their hostess assured them was safe. “You don't have to make your decision now,” said Zecora. “But we could use your help. Or perhaps you need more motivation?”

Gabby pressed her nude skin to his scaly back, her heavy breasts squashed on his muscular. “How about me?”

His claws seemed to move on their own, wrapped around her waist as he lifted her up. She laughed and smiled at him, a twinkle in her innocent eyes, and settled into his heated lap. His knots began to swell and rubbed against her lower holes.

Slowly she pressed him into her entrances with a throaty groan, felt him fill and spread her wide, her arms tightened around his chiseled back as he was locked into her warm, wet confines. Gradually she began to move her hips as she rode him, peppering his snout and chest in playful kisses, her moans meeting his bestial groans as they started to make passionate love.

She cooed sweet music into his fin-like ears. His palms wandered all over her plush flesh, squeezed and kneaded it, and she clenched hard around his swollen knots. Their mouths mashed, both shrouded in a rust color as the sun started to set.

He barely knew her and yet could sense the kindness in her heart, a contrast to much of the hardened tribe.

“I-I'm close,” he warned. “Once I'm locked in I can't stop until-”

“It's okay,” she practically purred and blushed bright. “You can let it out inside. We have potions for that.”

His eyes closed and his face twisted, unable to restrain himself anymore as her loveholes suckled on his meat. He roared and cast back his head, spat up wild fire and roared, unable to hold back the pressure as his balls burst. She squealed as her insides were rocketed by repeated rushes of hot semen that impacted her insides, the huntress stuffed to overfill.

She cried out under the heavy swell of her belly and came too, shaken as she absolutely drenched his crotch. Her moist tits rapidly rose and fell, mashed to his muscled chest, and they hungrily locked lips more to ride out their shared orgasms.

After they came down from their high the pair continued to hold each other, aware it would be quite some time before his knots could be safely removed. At least he hoped they wouldn't need help this time, unlike with Starlight!

“You're wonderful,” he whispered and stroked her feathery mane.

“Th-thanks,” she whispered and shyly avoided his eyes, unable to hide her wide smile.

However while he embraced her his thoughts wandered back to the battle over the island. Could he take the tale at face value? He hadn't heard Diamond Tiara's side of the story, after all. And what would the pirates think...?

Author's Note

Apologies this took forever. Between canceled vacations and power loss for a week, I've been burned out and struggled to put out a decent product. I hope this is at least adequate despite that!