Spike and the Island

Whenever witches worked in tandem their power could be multiplied manifold. Unfortunately there was no time to recruit others, nor were their many magicians on hand. That left it up to Beatrix and Zecora alone.

The former was tempted to risk another massive portal and try to push the guardian in, yet she knew if a permanent hole was ripped in space and time this whole world would be doomed and take her with it. She sighed, aware she couldn't fall back on such an easy solution.

She strayed close to the shaman, their hands alight with potent magics that shimmered over their bare contours. Tiny sparks danced like embers and shadows crawled across their curves. The shaman offered a hand which she took.

“It will help us unite our powers,” explained Zecora and Beatrix nodded. “Now, concentrate.”

She did so, aware that despite her many adventures, she rarely took the lead unless absolutely necessary. That she preferred to play support and didn't like to risk her ass directly, despite the bravado she inherited from her mother.

She told herself she wasn't a heroine, she was an entertainer and adventurer, out to explore, seek knowledge, and have some fun. But despite her first instinct to run, she couldn't abandon these people, especially since the Dragon Lord had faith in her! Besides, she had promised to find Spike's home and take him there someday! “I'm ready, Zecora!”

Their manes flowed wildly about them when the pair called on their reserves. They had drank the little of the cauldron's contents they could find spilled on the ground, and Beatrix felt a sudden rush of power unlike any she'd ever experienced.

They raised their free palms and loosed a brilliant beam that spiraled. It weaved about under their direction, dodged around Spike, and directly collided with Ahuizotl's skull. The monster was thrown off with a shrill cry, slamming into the wet earth and kicking up splashes of mud. It growled and shook its head, twisting as it leaped back onto its wide paws.

Spike growled and face it down on all fours. “Wait,” called Beatrix. She broke free of the shaman and ran between the two opponents, unable to help but shake a little when she met the predator's eyes. “Y-you're Ahuitzotl, right...?”

The beast slightly unkempt its muscles but continued to stare her down. “I am,” it stated and a number of onlookers jumped.

A wide-eyed Dash said, “It can talk?!”

His head turned to her and he flashed his teeth. “I'm not just a monster, you know. In fact I've lived far longer and learned more than any of you. It's that damned tribe who overtook my temple. I'm supposed to be its guardian, but Diamond Tiara used the relics she found in the treasury to claim it. Of course that never could have happened if not for another explorer...”

“So,” said Beatrix. “Does this mean we don't have to fight anymore?”

“You all, no. I must retake my home, somehow.” He exhaled between clenched teeth. “But much as I hate to admit it, I can't do it alone. Oh, I could take everyone there if it was a matter of might alone, but the moment I come near they'll simply put me under control again. And next time they'll make it even harder to break the spell, since they've been practicing.”

Beatrix crossed her arms and tapped a foot. “That is a conundrum. Let's help each other, okay? We retake your temple, end the war between the tribes, bring Diamond Tiara to justice, everyone will get what they want! What do you say?”

Ahuizotl took in the pirates. “You came to steal my treasures. I refuse to work with them.”

“Hey, we didn't know,” half-lied Calaeno. “Surely you can spare a little something in return for our help?”

“I have little tolerance for outsiders. Especially those who refuse to respect our sacred culture. Zecora and her tribe at least understand, and as for young Spike and Beatrix, I get a different sense from you two.” He sniffed her. “You're not native to this world, are you? Either of you. Perhaps I would be willing to forgive and work with these brigands...on a condition.”

Beatrix nodded. “Name it.”

“I want to properly test Spike in battle. You may be weak by the standards of dragons now, but I see much potential in you and wish to help unlock it. Like the Dragon Lord and his allies I too am tasked to protect this world,” he explained.

“Fine,” said Spike who in truth knew it would help him achieve his own goals.

“As for me...I am lonely,” he confessed. His paw reached out, clasped Beatrix by the waist, and pulled her to his fuzzy chest. She blushed and repeatedly blinked as he continued, “I want you as my bride, little one.”

“Wh-what? Why me...” She frowned. “I mean, sex is one thing, but I don't want to be tied down here!”

“Because you can tell me tales about other worlds, traveler. Yes, I sense much about you,” he hissed low.

Beatrix shivered in his hold, the ancient beast somehow able to practically read her mind. Her frown deepened since she didn't care to share her secrets with simply anyone. But if she refused could they retake the island on their own? “I don't want to be stuck here, or settle down with anyone yet, but...I'll share what I know. And I can help out with your, ahem, 'needs' too.”

He flicked his tail and grumbled low in disappointment. “Fine, I accept. We'll start immediately.”

She yelped when his muscular bulk pushed and pinned her down, pressed onto all fours as her face burned crimson. “What, now?” She felt the furry beast crawl atop her, ready to mount her, the press of something hot and wet on her back.

“One more time to fill the cauldron,” said Zecora who chuckled and set the pot back in place. “And this time, no interruptions!” She clapped her hands and prepared the ritual for a third time, unable to help but slyly smile.

Already people rushed about for another bout of senseless fun. This time Gabby bent herself over before Spike and gave her plush cheeks a hearty spank as she half-lidded her eyes over her shoulder. He took the bait, and she whined in contentment when his claws pulled her arms behind her by the wrist to properly mount her. “Oh yes! Give it to me, Spike!”

She all but squawked when his cocks hammered into her wet holes, determined to properly breed her like she obviously wished. His lovers looked on in visible disappointment but decided to amuse themselves with the pirates and tribe.

“Wait...you have two also...?” Beatrix's eyes turned to saucers as she felt an alien pair of moist cocks probe her clenched holes. She winced on penetration, spread wide open and whimpered low, a few tears in her eyes as the barbs poked her insides.

“Shhh,” he whispered huskily and licked her ear as he allowed her to adjust. “The females of my kind like the pain. It shows the difference in power between us. But don't worry, it promise it will soon turn to pleasure unlike you've ever imagined.”

She nodded and tried to be brave, unable to stop the skip of her heart. True to his word, the moment he started to pump his precum into her and used his shafts to smear it across her sticky pink walls, she moaned and felt herself clenched around him, any anxieties dulled by a rush of bliss she shamelessly voiced as her face twisted into a cartoon-like ecstasy.

“Looks like you haven't been well bred in a while,” he hissed into her ear as his muscles tensed and he started to pound her. Rarely in her travels had she felt so dominated by such a majestic beast, eyes rolling into her skull in the throes of bliis.

He nipped her neck. Hot drool rolled down her back and between the crack of her ass. His paws traced her tits which swayed below her, left tiny red marks from his nails but didn't quite break the skin, a reminder he could easily end her life.

Even the pain turned to its opposite as the barbs continued to prod and scrape her heated wet canals. She didn't like to think of herself as the masochistic type, but neither could she deny how hot it felt to be made his bitch before all these onlookers!

Her buttocks smacked each time he roughly humped her, threatened to split her apart, but she was certain she could take it! He could tell she was tougher than she looked, despite her soft and squishy appearance! She drooled too and tightened about him.

Another small storm arrived. The sirens had formed a daisy chain, Adagio at the front sucking the cock of a tribesman as she showed off her well-practiced deepthroating technique, Aria eating her out from behind, and Sonata doing the same to Aria as she was taken by another tribesman who ruthlessly slammed into her doggystyle, all of them in a fresh haze.

Near them Dash and Dust scissored each other senseless amidst loud wet squelches, still determined to prove who was the best!

Bolts of lightning struck several areas of the jungle as everybody came. The guardian cast back his head and fiercely slammed to the hilt inside his lover as he pumped her full and felt her twat wash over him. Similarly, Spike filled Gabby's bowels and womb, to the point her rounded belly hung below her. Adagio stuck out her tongue as several men unloaded all over her face.

By the time it was over the cauldron overran once again. A reminder the ritual had reached its completion.

The storms clouds abated and the revelers collapsed, heaving, sweaty, oily, and kissed by the sunlight that suddenly broke over the area. This time Zecora collected their releases with aid from Calaeno, the latest mix steamy and rich.

Only this time at the shaman's request Beatrix help her complete the spell, convinced that with two powerful witches working in tandem they could produce a more potent soup than ever. One that would ensure they seized back the island!