Spike and the Island

After the newcomers were properly settled in came the time for the tribe to welcome them as brothers and sisters. In order to do so, Zecora announced that they were to bond on a 'spiritual' level, to freely offer their flesh without shame. Calaeno took a moment to think it over and nodded, convinced that this would swiftly unite them once Zecora explained what was at stake.

“Of course I don't want to make any of you participate,” explained the captain. “So head back to the ship if you want!”

“No way we'll abandon a crew mate,” said Rainbow Dash who grinned. “Normally I'd sit this out, but the Dragon Lord gave me and Scootaloo permission to help out Spike with whatever he needs! Which includes...”

Lightning Dust pressed her nakedness to the dragon. “Hey, I call dibs!”

With saucer-like eyes Gabby whined, “What about me?”

Beatrix couldn't help but laugh. “Gee, you sure are popular now, Spike! But can you handle them all?”

“Sure he can,” said Dash, reminded the Dragon Lord had ordered them to help boost the young drake's confidence however they could. “How about a little contest for old time's sake, Lightning Dust? Let's see who can please him better!”

“You're on,” replied Lightning who rested a hand on a slender but shapely hip.

Boisterous laughter rose from the already topless Rainbow who casually ripped her grass skirt away to expose her tight slit, the mound decorated by a small wild patch of pubic hair she hadn't shaved in a while, its multicolored hue matched to her mane.

Spike licked his chops at the sight and rose to his hind legs before the competitors who knelt fully naked before him. Rainbow and Lightning shared a cocky, competitive glare between them, but thankfully in a much friendlier manner than their old rivalry which had turned sour. Each of them took one of his knobs into their palms and started to rub them down.

“Oh yeah,” he wheezed between his sharp teeth which sparked. They lowered their lips to his cocks and started to kiss the heads as they swelled, nibbled and pulled on the meat, tasted the leakage of his salty pre and breathed in his masculine musk.

“Shit. Potent as the Dragon Lord's,” admitted Dash who went woozy at the aroma which immediately made her moisten. The leakage ran down her inner thighs, and Dust's cunt similarly responded, both their pussies hungry to be stuffed full.

Eagerly the girls took his tips into their warm mouths, felt the heat radiate off his twins. Their wide eyes stared up into his own while they bobbed their heads and suckled, desperate to receive his praise, to know they were worthy to please him.

Instinctively his claws rested atop their scalps to guide them. “Good girls,” he purred and breathed smoke. He stared down his chiseled musculature at the submissive females, who spread their thighs further as they leaned in to take more of his dicks.

More of his precum flowed, so much that they were forced to drink it down, the excess running down their chins and slopping onto their pert tits. Their eyes were hazy when they momentarily popped off from his knobs, rubbed his lengths over their faces and cheeks, left sticky trails all over their skin. “We...we shouldn't fight,” whispered Dash between her mouthful of thin pre.

Dust turned to ask what she meant, simply to widen her eyes when Dash pressed breast-to-breast with her old friend and passionately kissed her. Tentatively she melted into her lips, tasted their mouthfuls of runny precum they swapped between them.

Spike momentarily forgotten, their hands wandered over their friend's lithe, toned body, reminded of old times.

Aware this was her chance Gabby slid in and started to worship one of his cocks. Aware she couldn't handle it alone, Scootaloo stripped off her own loin cloth and slid in next to her, where she too started to polish his swollen, drippy knots.

“Damn...it's pretty hot in here,” admitted Beatrix who burned bright.

“Mmm, the real fun is about to start,” purred Adagio from behind into her ear. Her palms encircled the witch's plush tits, and stroked them in circles before she moved a hand down under her loin cloth, where she started to rub her tight slit.

“Ooh,” cried Sonata who hopped and balled up her fists. “Don't leave us out!”

“You two handle each other,” ordered the eldest sister.

“Aw, come on!” Sonata pouted by turned to Aria and smiled innocently at her.

Aria sighed and crossed her arms over her small but perky tits. “Fine, but I'm on top like always.” Met by enthusiastic nods, Aria pushed her down and straddled her face as the sisters started to slurp each other out with their extensive tongues. They would routinely switched between cleaning their partner's pussy and asshole, used to this when they lacked a male to play with.

Of course this soon didn't prove a problem when the orgy started, kicked off by the lewd displays before them. At first most of the tribe and pirates stuck to those who were familiar, but soon they too started to experiment and trade partners in a sea of bared flesh, while the shaman prepared the cauldron to repeat the ritual. Pretty soon there was barely a female hole unfilled.

Spike cast back his head and howled once he erupted. He absolutely hosed down the four females prostrated before him, to the point where he nearly bowled them over under the intense waterfalls of thick semen that repeatedly impacted their nude skin. They dripped with the clingy substance, licked some of it clean, disappointed that quite a bit would have to be collected.

Laughs sounded when Dash and Dust rolled and wrestled, until they practically swam in a pool of his virile cum. They continued to kiss, fondle, and spank each other, drowned in a sea of ecstasy that never wanted to awaken from.

Spike sleepily turned to Beatrix who was busy with Adagio and asked, “Isn't dragon seed addictive?”

“Y-yeah,” admitted Beatrix who wheezed as the siren violently ate her out. “Don't worry, talked it over with the Dragon Lord. Prepared a special potion that assures your cum's addictive qualities will wear off his harem after you're done.”

“Good to know,” he said, disappointed that the Dragon Lord had claimed those two first. But there was little time to think it over, as once Dash and Dust wiped his seed off and deposited it into the cauldron, they fiercely mounted him.

“Fuck,” he cried as the competitive pair took him into them in one swift motion. Instantly his knots expanded and spread them wide open, and they whimpered but adjusted to his massive size, still determined to prove they were the better love.

“Not again,” complained Gabby who once more took his tail and this time pressed the spade into her needy snatch. She cheerily flapped her wings, squelches sounding each time she and the fliers bounced atop Spike. Unable to leave Scoots out, he pulled her to him with a claw and she settled her pert bottom onto his face, whereupon he started to explore her depths with his tongue.

“Everyone seems content,” observed Calaeno who nodded in approval.

“Everyone but us two,” replied Zecora who cupped her cheeks and kissed her. Soon they too were lost in the display as another oily storm broke, trapped in a dream-like haze that left them enraptured on a transcendental level like the shaman claimed.

Another bolt of lightning flashed and struck the cauldron. It pooled over, everyone shrieking in religious ecstasy as they were simultaneously struck by another orgasm. Dash and Dust made out over Spike while their loins quaked, soon pumped full as he unloaded into their wombs, their stomachs blossomed out as virile semen swished and their eggs swam in his spunk ocean.

He drank down the rush of Scoot's cunt nectar into his maw, the need to fill the cauldron forgotten in the throes of bliss.

A mixture of soft and heated breaths arose from the worn out participants, shaken to the core by their latest release.

Yet before everybody could celebrate and share in their afterglow, a primal roar sounded. From the darkness leaped a massive, panther-like beast, who knocked into the cauldron and bowled it over with a heavy paw. Reluctantly Spike yanked his lovers free of him, and the tribe and pirates instantly rose to meet the beast as they scrambled to recover their weapons.

Beatrix frowned as she took up a defensive stance. “Ahuizotl? That's the guardian of the island...?”

“I know not its name,” answered Zecora whose hands flared with a spell. “But it hunts us, to my shame!” The monster drooled and stared them down with predatory eyes, yet their was an obvious glint of intelligence buried somewhere in there.

It moved at such blinding speeds they were forced to scatter. Dash barely rolled in time as its steel-like claws slashed through thick jungle that usually took a heavy machete to cut through. It immediately tried to seize her in its jaws, only to be intercepted by Spike who threw his entire weight into the beast. They rolled and fought tooth-and-nail amidst the quiet storm.

Thanks to the cauldron's soup he could almost keep up with the guardian. Yet despite the enhancements it was clear he was outmatched, as his wiry muscles strained to their limitless, and bones creaked as they threatened to snap.

“Damn it all,” muttered Beatrix, like most of them her thoughts still half-dulled by the fumes they had inhaled as she shakily swayed on her feet. “We have to help him, but I can't risk another portal that size!”

“Plus we might hit Spike,” cried a teary-eyed Gabby as the pirates circled the combatants.

“I-I can take it,” called Spike as he wrestled the monster. They snapped and clawed at the other, rolled and twisted atop the muddy earth that sucked and splashed around them. “Have to stop this abomination, no matter what!”

“Wait,” said Beatrix who studied its eyes. “I think it's under some kind of spell to control it!”

“That may be,” admitted Zecora who always noted its odd behavior. Almost like it had always tried to break free of its puppeteer, with no success. “A potent spell, indeed. But can we possibly break it?”

“I dunno,” confessed Beatrix who pouted. “Maybe if we had the entire coven here. There's no time though, and I can only open up portals to other worlds, not freely teleport around,” she said more to herself as she weighed their options. “Let's try.”

The shaman nodded and prepared another ritual in attempt to awaken the creature, despite her skepticism. Rather than butt into the battle, she instead directed the tribe to play their drums, the energy that they generated directed to empower their spell.

However each moment Spike strained more under the titanic beast's weight, felt its hot breath and drool, its sharp teeth at his throat ready to tear it open. No doubt it had eaten much of the tribe over time.

He tried to unload his fiery breath into the creature's face, simply for the flames to somehow harmlessly reflect off its flesh, like it was mystically protected.

His heart raced and his fin-ears pinned back. His spine teased it would break. “Beatrix...hurry...”