Spike and the Island

From inside the temple Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon were able to survey the immediate area, the Crystal Heart also serving as a crystal ball. They realized not only were the tribe headed their way, but had allied with the invaders and somehow even turned their guardian on them. “I'm not beaten yet,” she shouted and stamped a foot at this latest insult.

“Don't worry,” said Silver Spoon, the pair of lovers shimmering like crystalline due to the heart's power. Their contours glittered, the pair still nude after another lovemaking session that had become routine by this point. “I've sent our followers to clean up this mess. Not to mention the temple is lined with traps. They'll never know what hit them.”

“You're the best,” said Tiara who hugged and kissed her childhood friend, met with a small blush in return. “You've always been by my side. You're the only person who hasn't abandoned me. But I still don't understand why...?”

Silver avoided her eyes. “B-because...because I l-love you,” she whispered almost inaudibly. “I always have.”

She tightened her hold on her, slid a palm down to rest a palm on a supple buttock. “But why? I've always used you.”

“I don't mind if it's by you,” she confessed, unable to hold back quiet tears as she shook. “My parents never paid attention to me. Sure, they gave me whatever else I wanted, but I might as well not have existed otherwise. You're the only one who can understand me. Our parents left us out to dry! All our families care about is money and status! At least you needed me!”

Seeing her friend was overcome by emotion, swelling up with more tears and shaking, Tiara passionately mashed her lips to hers. She groped her all over more aggressively, wanting to show she wanted her, needed her! They collapsed back inside the treasury, cast up a number of coins that clinked, the echo reverberating throughout the illuminated chambers.

“Is...is this the right time?” Silver murmured, her face stained scarlet, her lidded eyes almost closed.

“For my best friend? It's always the right time,” she assured and sank between her thighs, which she parted. She teased around her slit, flicked the tip of her tongue all over her mound, peppered the flesh in playful but possessive kisses.

“Don't...tease me,” begged Silver who reclined her head and pinched the perky rosebud nipples atop her small breasts.

“You know you love it,” she replied, watching her lover's pink vaginal lips swell, glistening and begging to be pulled and sucked on. Which after a few more teases Tiara did, alternating between her pussy lips, playfully yanking on them.

Soon she buried her muscle inside her tight cunt, parted it wide open as she fished deeper and licked the slimy trails that connected her pink canal clean. With one hand she used her fingers to gape her open, taking a moment to savor the delicious sight before her, the way her walls and cervix contracted, the twitch of her urethra, the swell of her large love button.

She sucked directly on her clitoris, made Silver squeak and shake and squirt a little into her mouth almost immediately, while Tiara's other free hand danced between her asscheeks, slipping a pair of fingers into her cute little asshole.

“O-oh...I-I love you~” Silver's thighs shook and she arced her back, jutting out her breast and casting back her head further as her dam broke. The rush of her twat nectar filled Tiara's mouth, rushed down her throat, sluiced over her chin and tits.

Still coming down from her high, Silver pushed her down this time and eagerly attacked her snatch. She switched between tongue-fucking it and her asshole, determined to bring her the same pleasure she'd recently endured.

“Fuck,” screamed Tiara, reminded of another reason she relied on her so much. No one ate pussy like Silver Spoon! Okay, she didn't really have that much experience outside of her, but she liked to think she was the best!

Unlike the teasing she offered, Silver showed her no mercy in her own way, swift to edge her then slowing her licks when she felt Tiara start to clench around her. She throatily grumbled in annoyance, gaped fuckhole oozing down her puckered pink taint, bucking her hips into Silver's face to demand she finally push her over the edge! A demand she chose to deny!

She continued her assault on Tiara's succulent fuzzy peach, savored its smooth, soft, pliable texture, the almost sickeningly sweet feminine honey that she constantly licked clean, swirling her tongue along the gooey tunnel that oozed more.

“Oh fuck,” whined Tiara as she lost it completely and came into Silver's mouth. Her hot twat clamped down, and she bucked her pussy against Spoon's face, who tweaked Diamond's swollen love button as she rode out her latest climax.

Tiara's toes curled as she pressed her hands on her head practically smothered her lover inside her gushing cunt. Not that Silver minded half-drowning in her sweet tart lubrication, marked by her love, rubbing the release in circles around her tits.

“That...was wild,” admitted Tiara when she finally let her loose. She panted, her breasts rapidly rising and falling.

Silver Spoon smiled and licked her lips. “Glad that I was sufficient.”

“Far more than that,” said Tiara who patted her head. “You're more than I deserve.” She sighed and rolled over, looking forlorn into the Crystal Heart which showed the invaders storm the temple. “I'm...not a nice person.”

She'd tried to live up to what her mother pushed her to be. Had been told it was her duty to be ruthlessly efficient, that money and status were everything, and to show even a hint of weakness would put them to shame. So she'd learned to manipulate and bully others, trying to convince herself that this was the natural order, that the weak and foolish deserved such treatment.

Noticing her ambition and intelligence, Silver Spoon had quickly attached to her. She'd been convinced the girl was simply using her, but as any ruler needed followers she was eager to accept her help.

Yet she also filled a hole in her she never knew she'd had. She'd shown her a love she rarely experience, her only other affection from a doting father that was often absent.

She cradled Silver Spoon and softly wept, thankful that there was at least someone she could reveal weakness around.

*****

Talking it over, Spike decided he'd rather not kill unless absolutely necessary, and Beatrix agreed. However the pirates and especially the tribe were in many cases harder to convince, as they had waged a bloody battle ever since the civil war began. “Better to reform them than dwindle your numbers further,” had argued Belladonna before the gathered mobs.

“There's not much choice. They won't hesitate to slay us,” reminded Zecora, everyone present decorated in tattoo-like tribal paint. Even Spike was decorated in a similar manner, those present dressed in little more than scant loin cloths.

“I know. That's why I've prepared an alternative.” The witch reached into her cape and drew out a number of potions. “Smear these on your weapons. One prick and we'll have them paralyzed! Plus...” She laid out some modified smoke bombs. “I've loaded these up with knockout gas. We'll take them prisoner, convince them that the tribes have to be reunited!”

“Lofty ideals,” mused Zecora who considered this.

“Must come from my father's side,” confessed Beatrix, as she usually didn't take after Shining Armor. Maybe she was just tired of bloodshed from her own home world, and wanted to believe she could direct this world in a better way?

“I'm all for it,” said Spike. “Besides, thanks to that cauldron I feel way stronger than ever!”

“A shame. We wanted to snack on a few tribesmen,” muttered Adagio who stood naked with her sisters.

“No more of that if you want to remain free,” warned Calaeno. “Don't want to be treated like animals? Don't act like one.”

“Fine, fine.” Aria huffed. “What a shame, I love the splash of hot blood on my naked skin.”

“I like it when we make men our pets,” purred Sonata who couldn't restrain her childish giggles.

“No killing,” said Beatrix, hopeful they could reclaim the temple with little to no bloodshed. After everyone's weapons were properly readied and they were loaded up, she swung a leg over Spike's back and rode atop him, flanked by the fliers at his sides. He and Ahuizotl were at the forefront, the vanguard who would do the bulk of the heavy work in their assault.

A thunderous war cry arose from the army who charged from the jungle towards the moss-lined temple.

The enemy tribe rushed to meet them. They scurried out from their hidden places, spears and knives glinted under the sun,feet padded as the two half-naked armies clashed head on. The whole area was drowned out by the noise.

Blow darts launched from tubes. Bodies toppled, muscles frozen amidst spasms. Gas blossomed out in thick clouds, spat by the smoke bombs from overhead as the fliers dive bombed and then swooped back to safety as they avoided a hail of arrows.

Unconscious bodies lined the steps. A few threatened to topple off, only to be seized by an aura.

“Hell yeah,” cried Rainbow Dash who high-fived Lightning Dust and Scootaloo.

“No time to slack off you scurvies,” yelled Calaeno who sailed near them and swatted each of them on the ass as she sped by. They yelped and their buttocks wobbled, a red hand print left on each of their jiggly buttocks.

At the forefront Spike helped Ahuizotl swatted aside the blockade, the pair protected by Beatrix and Zecora who wove protective spells. Stray arrows were seized by the witch's aura and tossed aside. The drake's eyes were momentarily drawn to the fliers, or more accurately the fact that from his worm's eye view he was able to see right up their scanty costumes.

He reflexively licked his chops, leer pinned on the slopes of their buttocks and thighs, smooth snatches lined in a tight cleft. A playful smack thudded on his skull, and he turned to Beatrix above who smirked and shook her head, his sidekick there to remind him of what was at stake. “There will be tons of time for that later,” she reminded him.

He nodded, puffed up his chest, and breathed a fiery pillar that forced a tribe to scatter. The tribe hollered and scattered, the air twisted under the sheer heat as bright embers popped.

Despite the numbers that swelled to block them, they were able to make steady progress, soon able to batter down an entrance and breach the temple's inner sanctum.

In contrast to outside it was eerily quiet within, not to mention dark and dank. Almost like they stepped into another world.

“Time to find out where Diamond Tiara's hidden herself,” said Beatrix who looked around.

“Don't bother. I can smell her,” said the guardian who raced ahead. Spike struggled to catch up, thankful their plan had worked out so far. It had almost been too easy! Not that he was about to complain with what all was at stake!

Navigating the corridors, the scant resistance was easily brushed aside. Spike winced as a stray shaft wedged between his scales, thankful the arrowhead had stopped short of piercing his flesh. “Damn it, lucky shot!”

“Sorry,” said Beatrix who'd missed that shot. “Have one of your girls kiss the booboo later?”

“Sounds like a plan! Can't wait to return to the Dragon Lands a hero and celebrate!” With this mission's completion he would be one step closer to the Dragon Lord's full approval, especially now that he had started to build his own harem!

By this point the clatter outside was muted. While he had faith in his allies, there was always what Calaeno deemed 'plan B', where she would attempt to storm the temple with her airship. He hoped it wouldn't come to that.

A guttural scream echoed from ahead. His fin-ears went flat on his head, and Beatrix jumped, both of them aware that had come from the guardian. Exchanging a short look, she clung tight to his scaly back as Spike raced ahead.

Whimpers sounded as they came closer, into the darkness that loomed ahead...