Spike and the Island

by Dr Sharaz Jek

Rating: mature
Tags: Lightning Dust, Diamond Tiara, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Zecora, Human, Original Character, Porn, Spike (EqG), Fetish, Profanity, Adventure, Sex
Length: 16151

Spike joins a pirate crew to explore an island and unearth its treasures, only to end up in a battle for the area.

The sky pirates explore a supposed paradise island to seek its treasures, only to learn the tribes that rule the land have split and now battle for dominance.

One tribe has been seized by a girl who crashed there and rose to power, tied to the pirates in the days before they reformed. The other by a wise and powerful shaman who seeks to preserve their culture.

Trapped in the middle, Spike must decide who to side with, and continues to seek his place in the world.

Note: All characters are 18 or older.

Published 2021-02-12 18:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2021-05-25 15:55:30 UTC

Chapter 1

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...”

Chapter 2

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!

Chapter 3

Sometime later the fliers arrived back at the beach, Beatrix Belladonna still in tow, who they set down onto the crystal sands.

A number of the crew stayed behind to watch over the ship, Captain Calaeno included, who worked alongside her pirates and kept a constant watchful eye on the Dazzlings each time they swam back into view with fresh treasures in tow. “Looks like you three had some fun,” their leader quipped and nodded at their nakedness, stood at the edge of the deck to oversee operations.

“Long story,” said Beatrix who waved a hand and summoned back her entire costume over her. “Anyways, there's no time! We have to get back and help out Spike! He and Lightning Dust have been captured by this crazy tribe-”

“Slow down,” said Calaeno who hopped down, kicking up a cloud of sand where she landed. “You say they're in trouble? Alright everyone,” she called. “Get armed and ready, we'll discuss it on the way! We can't leave our comrades behind!”

Clothes were tossed to Rainbow Dash and Scootaloo who quickly redressed in a similar matter to their usual wear. The crew loaded up with flintlocks, rifles, cutlasses, knives, and explosives, prepared to take on a small army if necessary.

Calaeno boarded the ship by its bridge and locked the ship down so it couldn't be stolen. She also booby trapped it despite her reservations, because much as she loved her baby, she would sooner have it destroyed than taken from her. There were enough explosives aboard to level it several times over, a last resort she hoped would never prove necessary.

Within minutes they were ready to head out. The sirens swam up to meet them, their soaked nude bodies glistening under the sunlight, droplets falling off their bare tits. “Wait,” said Adagio who waded between her sisters. “We want to come with you.”

Beatrix quirked a suspicious eyebrow. “Why?”

“We're bored,” admitted Aria who shrugged. “We don't get to explore the land often.”

“That's only because you eat people,” replied Beatrix who planted hands on her hips and shook her head.

Sonata frowned. “Hey, we're past that! Besides, that's like our natural order!”

“We'll behave,” assured Adagio as they waddled onto the shore. The threesome stretched their naked bodies, gills expanding and contracting on one side of their bellies. “Don't worry, we can last at least several days without water.”

Beatrix smirked and asked, “Salt or fresh water?”

“We can survive on either,” answered Adagio. “Although the former is our preference.”

“Actually our preference is semen,” mumbled Aria whose smile was closer to a cocky sneer. “Or blood.” She licked her lips.

The sisters didn't bother to dress, and fell into step with the pirates. The captain took the lead, her closest members falling into formation. While they didn't arm the Dazzlings, their leader assured them their natural weapons were more than enough. Rattles sounded when they started to march towards the jungle, ready to kick ass and take names to recover their comrades.

Yet no sooner did they set out when a familiar buzz sounded. Beatrix drew her lips in a line. “Oh no-”

A black cloud swarmed into view and eclipsed the sun. Darkness fell over the beach, and at first glance the pirates would have imagined a storm was about to hit, but hands went to cutlasses and flintlocks kept at their hips, ready to try and fight the swarm that was about to descend. However, it was like trying to fight the elements themselves, as the parasprites buzzed about.

“Ah! Get them off,” cried Sonata who fell as they clung to her and her siblings, thrashing at the colorful little creatures.

“They don't eat flesh,” yelled Beatrix as the entire crew was overtaken. Not that it proved much solace to the crew, some who wildly slashed or in a few cases fired into the dark shroud, smoke rising and sparks flying each time a bullet unloaded. Their captain ordered them to not to shoot, not that they had much choice as the parasprites were swift to devour their weapons.

Mere moments passes as they were stripped clean of their armaments and clothes, and the strange but oddly cute insects continued to crawl over their bared bodies, desperate to find any more unnatural objects to devour whole.

“Not again,” whined Beatrix who decided not to bother summoning a new outfit yet. “Wait, the ship!”

“My baby,” cried Calaeno who desperately ran to their transport, desperate to somehow save it. The tattoo on her back glowed and wings unfurled in a shower of colorful feathers, whereupon she broke into a desperate flight.

“Wait,” cried Beatrix who huffed as she ran beside her. “Carry me, I've got an idea!” The captain nodded and swooped her up. At her direction they sped ahead of the swarm and she was planted on the deck, determined to face down the swarm. “Rainbow Dash, Scootaloo!” She cupped her hands and called to the fliers who flew after them. “Help Calaeno herd the swarm!”

Using an index finger, Beatrix sliced into reality and drew the widest circle she had ever dared. The rift hummed and made the air itself quiver and ripple, like it threatened to unravel the laws of physics itself. Yet she saw little choice but to gamble.

The pirate captain rose to meet the fliers, a nod shared between the three before they split off. They zipped about, herded the swarm towards the bluish-white hole, which hummed so loud they winced and the air itself started to twist and lose color. The noise also served to disrupt the insects, unable to maintain their usual formation and able to be herded by the trio.

Groaning, Beatrix sweated and strained to maintain her creation, barely able to handle the pressure around her that threatened to crush her bones were she to lose control. To say nothing of the potential cataclysmic results to this world!

While a few slipped through the cracks, eventually the entire swarm was funneled into the nexus. Beatrix slammed the portal shut and nearly tumbled over, soaked in sweaty when she collapsed to her knees and huffed. “We-we did it,” she panted.

Around her the fliers landed, and she surveyed the deck for damage, portions of craft eaten away. Luckily after a quick inspection the captain announced, “It's mostly cosmetic. Good work, everyone! I owe you a ton, Beatrix.”

“Nah,” she replied and smiled. “Not sure I'll take that kind of risk again, though.” The sun again bore down on them, and while she was thankful her ability to weave a portal had improved, she still needed tons of practice to refine it.

“So~.” Dash marched up. “That was quite a setback, but at least no one was hurt!”

“Just our pride,” said Scootaloo. “Not to mention all the stuff we lost.. Still, could have been way worse!”

“Don't worry about it,” said Dash who nudged her. “How would you like to go native? I think we can whip up some sexy costumes from what's on hand!” She flew down and her sidekick followed, as they started to fashion costumes from the jungle.

Soon the crew followed, as they concealed themselves in hastily fashioned loin clothes that tantalized more than they hid, their tops and backsides left bare. Some of them crushed berries and painted themselves in brilliant colors to boot.

Rather than clothe herself like usual, Beatrix decided to dress like the rest of them, despite how much she missed her hat and cape in particular. The sirens still didn't bother with a shred of clothes, and they once more armed themselves with what they could find in storage.

Once more the pirates set out, hopeful they could reach Spike and Lightning Dust in time...

Chapter 4

A cauldron bubbled over an open emerald flame. It hissed and sizzled, cast its otherworldly light over the tribe, watched over by their leader Zecora who worked her latest spell. An assortment of gathered materials were dumped into the pot which smoked and slightly bubbled over, while the witch doctor danced naked to the constant beat of drums by her followers.

On the sidelines Spike and Lightning Dust patiently sat and watched, the latter draped nude over his left side as he held her, and likewise Gabby to his right, who claimed she was his now. All he needed to was agree to help them retake the island.

He thought it over, his claws wandering over his lovers, feeling the soft squish of their flesh under his rough but tender touch. Their smooth breasts were crushed to his scales, trailed over his muscles, which they kissed with their erect nipples. He pleasurably groaned in response, eyes half-lidded as the moonlight bore down on the jungle around them.

“The spell is almost complete. Yet it requires one more ingredient before we meet,” said Zecora.

“You're rhyming again,” teased Gabby who tittered haippily in her love's arms.

“Apologies. I realize it's difficult for outsiders to understand my native tongue. Anyhow, for the final touch we require a more...raw display Since you've met the coven, Spike, perhaps you're aware of what I have in mind?”

Lightning spoke up before he could answer and said, “Let me guess, we have to have an orgy?”

“Crudely put, but yes. Sexual relations are part of the ritual, and afterward, I will gather what I can from everyone's releases. So please, Gabby, try not to swallow all his semen,” she chided teasingly and the tribeswoman blushed.

Wasting no time, Zecora pushed Spike back and straddled him. She took both his members into her lower orifices, moans and groans mixed as his knots immediately swelled and spread her walls wide. Immediately she bounced atop him, her teeth grit, her nails raking across his scales. His tail flicked atop, his wings spread, and his claws began to travel across her contours.

Beside him Lightning Dust and Gabby peppered him in hungry kisses, fondling their own tits and fingering themselves, inhaling the fumes from the cauldron that lowered any inhibitions and stirred up a need to be properly bled to completion.

Unable to be satisfied by her own touch alone, Gabby straddled his tail and rubbed her soaked cunt over its length. She concentrated on the spines, felt them rub between her swollen, sticky pussy lips, left a slimy trail that dripped down it.

Around them the tribe joined in, and he noted the women far outnumbered the men, which he assumed was because many of the latter were lost to the constant war that raged on. Not that he could think straight, his mind like his loves dulled by bliss.

On occasion Lightning or Gabby would offer a tit to him, and he'd greedily latch his snout onto them, pulling and sucking, swishing his tongue around nipples which he playfully nipped on. They cooed in appreciation, their faces pink and afire.

The world around them started to darken. Clouds broke and an oily rain started to patter down on them. Spike couldn't tell if this was real or simply a hallucination brought on by the vapors, but he hardly cared, pleased by the shiny sheen that was left all over everyone, unable to take his hazy eyes off the oiled up, denuded beauties who hungered to take his cocks.

Faster and faster the shaman rode him, and she clenched tight around his members each time they pulsed. The atmosphere around them was a constant trickle of rained mixed with moans and cries of shameless pleasure.

He wasn't certain if it was due to some magic she worked, but somehow everyone present reached their climax at once. A crescendo of pleasure resounded, bodies quaked, and a surge of cum was unleashed into all the unwilling receptacles, met by the squirts that messily washed upon them. Spike, in particular, was hosed down by the discharge of his lovers.

Above him Zecora's belly swelled and swished with an excess of his spunk. After his twitching stopped, she pulled free of his knots with a loud pop, and scooped her hand beneath her slit to keep his seed sealed in for the moment.

“Quickly, everyone! Toss your secretions into the cauldron!” They rushed to follow the shaman, who scooped the cum from her inflamed twat and chucked it into the soup, which sizzled and bubbled some more. A number of the tribe collected their releases into pots and jars, then poured it into the concoction, which began to grow brighter as they completed the drink.

Thunder cracked and lightning erupted upon the concoction's completion. The soup cooled with another hiss, and she dipped a ladle into the mess, which she hungrily drank down. “Ah,” she hissed in delight. “Already, I feel reinvigorated!”

Spike remembered what Beatrix did in her spare time. “Is this alchemy?”

“Similar,” admitted the shaman. “This will make us many times more powerful temporarily. Everyone, come forward!”

The tribe scooped the drink up with pots, bowels, or their bare hands and took a mouthful. They sucked it down, Gabby included, who blushed and giggled, barely able to stand up as she drunkenly swayed. “Ooh, it's so nice! Come on!”

Spike and Lightning Dust looked at each other. “Uh,” he started. “Not sure I want to drink my own-”

“Don't be a wuss,” teased Lightning with a cocky smirk as she practically plunged her face into the soup and swallowed it. She drew back with a splash that fell over her slender tits, unfurled her wingspan, and cried out, “Fuck yeah! I feel amazing!”

“R-really? Okay,” mumbled Spike who gulped and wandered forward, aware an alpha drake couldn't show weakness if he wanted his herd to respect him. He had to show them he was strong and brave, that he could protect them and their children.

Suddenly an explosion caused the tribe to scream and duck. Guns fired into the area, and Spike rushed protectively in front of Gabby, unable to deny the sting of the bullets but thankful they couldn't quite break his armor-like scales.

“Let him go,” warned Rainbow Dash who charged in, cutlass in hand.

Gabby yelped and hid behind the drake. “More invaders?”

“No,” cried Spike. “Stop this!” Yet around him the pirates rushed to meet the tribe, cutlasses and spears raised. He noticed for some reason the crew were dressed in a similar matter to the tribe, barely clothed and possessed by a similar violence.

Beatrix ran to his side. “You okay? They haven't hurt you, have they?”

“Quite the opposite,” butt in Lightning Dust. “We have to put an end to this before someone's killed!”

“Alright,” replied Beatrix who summoned her cape into her hands and reached into its folds. “How about a little distraction?”

Ghostly apparitions manifested around the jungle. The clash between tribe and pirates were interrupted by the sudden intrusion, some convinced they had come to possess them. Thankfully it had the desired effect as the skirmish started to break.

There were yells as both parties scattered or wildly slashed, stabbed, and fired on the twisted creatures. The tribe assumed they were sent by their enemies, as the outcast tribe hunted and assaulted them at every opportunity.

“They're illusions,” said Zecora with narrowed eyes, able to peer through the attempted misdirection.

A roar sounded that made blood run cold. In the midst of them leaped Spike who drew their attention, Beatrix, Lightning Dust, and Gabby mounted on his back. “Everybody, settle down! Now!” He huffed, seemingly far larger and more powerful than ever, as in the midst of the battle he'd drank down half the cauldron. His eyes blazed white, nostrils flared with wispy smoke.

Once he was certain he had everyone's attention he inhaled deep to calm himself. “Okay. Everyone settle down now? Drop your weapons and listen.” They instantly obeyed and clatters sounded as arms were thrown before him.

“Sorry,” said Beatrix. “But I couldn't think up anyway to stop this!” She clicked her fingers and the 'ghosts' vanished.

“Another powerful witch,” observed Zecora. “It seems we simply have a misunderstanding. Regrettable nut understandable, as we captured their comrades to begin with.” She looked to Calaeno. “Do you speak for them? You carry yourself differently.”

“Yes, I'm the captain of this sorry lot. Call me Calaeno.” She offered a hand and the shaman shook it.

“And I am Zecora. We have much to discuss, I see. About the future of my tribe and the island. Let us settle in and break bread.” She directed her tribe, who nodded and proceeded to make the pirates feel comfortable.

“I feel kinda woozy,” admitted Scootaloo who touched her head and blushed.

Beatrix sniffed the air. “It's the vapors. Smells like some sort of aphrodisiac? Maybe some psychedelics, too!”

“Mmm, perhaps that would be a better way to unite our parties,” said the shaman who studied the newcomers as they sat down and tentatively accepted the offered food and drink after Spike urged them to. “Rest a while, for soon we shall celebrate!”

“Another orgy so soon?” Gabby beamed wide and cuddled up to the drake's chest. “Take me this time, won't you?”

“Of course,” he promised and stroked her hair as she nuzzled him. “Glad it turned out okay.”

Over the next hour the pirates made themselves comfortable for what was to come, the shaman aware they would have to be eased into relations with the tribe. Fortunately the outsiders like Spike and Beatrix helped bridge the gap between them.

Small talk broke out as they introduced themselves, aware that to retake the island there was no choice but to work together.

None of them were aware that the island's guardian continued to stalk ever closer...

Chapter 5

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...”

Chapter 6

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!

Chapter 8

Following the subdued whimper, Spike and Beatrix arrived to see Ahuizotl pinned between spikes that had emerged from the walls. Despite that they had clearly pierced his hide, for some reason the guardian didn't bleed, not that it spared him from the pain. “A living god isn't supposed to bleed,” he explained. “But it's taking all my will to keep my body intact.”

“Hold on. We'll help,” said Beatrix who sidled closer.

“Careful now,” warned Spike. “Unlike him, you're not practically invincible!”

“I know. You worry too much,” she replied and carefully knelt beside the beast. “I promised to tell you lots of stories, and I'm not about to renege on that deal!” She laughed and removed another potion from her cape she uncorked.

Sucking in a breath, she trembled slightly, the liquid churning violently. The moment she poured a portion onto a spike it sizzled and was eaten away by the corrosive acid. Cautiously she applied more to the spikes, taking care not to splash him.

A short while later he was able to tear himself loose from the trap, his flesh still adorned in a number of holes. “You have my thanks,” he said and Beatrix breathed a sigh of relief, carefully corking back the half-used tube and putting it away.

“It was nothing, really. Just glad to see you're okay. Those are some nasty wounds,” she noted and looked them over.

“They'll heal. Unfortunately, I'll have to withdraw from the battle in order to do so. No doubt there are other traps up ahead. But so are Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon.” He sniffed the air. “Take care, I'm certain you two can handle it from here.”

“You betcha,” answered Beatrix who patted his head. She then hopped onto Spike's back.

“I can smell them too,” said Spike whose nostrils flared. He decided not to share that was mostly due to the musk of recent sex, the pungent aroma of incredibly moist pussies that he inhaled to the point it made him a little woozy.

Refocusing on the task at hand, he hopped over the spikes and talked into the shadowy corridor. Again the witch reached into her cape, withdrew another potion, and tossed it. The glass shattered and the liquids sprouted into vines that surged ahead. They raced down the maze ahead, the sound of traps audible as they were rapidly set off by the intrusion.

He followed the scent of sex, trailed after one of the vines that wound down the labyrinth.

Deeper they ascended into the temple's heart, where the darkness was pierced by illumination. Beatrix's violet eyes widened as she whispered, “The Crystal Heart. That's a symbol of the Crystal Empire where I come from!”

She thought of her family, her father Shining Armor, half-sister Flurry Heart, and of Cadance who had passed away before she was born. But she was sure the Princess of Love would have openly accepted her, despite being Trixie's daughter.

“We have to get it back,” urged Beatrix who nudged his side with a bare foot.

“On it,” he assured her and rushed into the inner sanctum. Coins rattled as Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon shot up, still cradled naked and shimmery. He bounded towards them, eyes white and razor teeth bared.

Silver Spoon squeaked. “H-how...?”

“Where are our useless guards?!” Diamond Tiara grabbed her friend's hand and broke into a desperate run. But despite all the treasures stored here, there was no hope to hid, as Spike leaped and landed in a clatter of treasure to block them.

“N-no!” Silver trembled so terribly her knees threatened to give out.

“We're not afraid,” boldly declared Tiara, aware the bravado was a lie. She stood protectively in front of her friend. “What do you plan to do, nasty dragon? Eat us? I always figured those traitors we exiled would turn cannibal!”

“You're the betrayer,” announced Zecora who strutted in, her face drawn in open contempt. She hefted her spear. “Stand aside, Spike! These two defilers must be properly punished after all the trouble they've caused!”

Beatrix slid down and answered, “What did you have in mind? Do you plan to kill them?”

“Yes. They must be executed. I fear their crimes are too great,” replied the witch doctor. “Now, step away!”

“No! I'm part of the coven too and I don't agree with this!” Beatrix spread her arms wide and stood her ground. She had sworn to try and retake the island bloodlessly, and didn't want to think about the tortures they would subject these girls to before they were finally executed. She could see the hatred and promise of violence reflected in the woman's eyes.

“You're an honorary member of the coven, at best. You have not sworn yourself to the sisterhood,” she reminded her.

“W-well...that's...” She didn't want to make enemies with her, but was prepared to open a portal and attempt to toss her in, if necessary. Yet the witch doctor appeared to sense her attentions, the spear tip pressed to her heart closer than she could follow.

Spike snarled, seized the spear, and tossed it aside with a clatter. “Stop it, both of you! It's true they deserve some form of punishment...” He rounded on Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, who couldn't help but shake before the predator.

Prey instincts kicked in as the drake towered over them, drooled and exhaled fumes. A reminder they could soon be lost in his stomach. They held each other, aware that with their tribe fallen they were surrounded by enemies on all sides.

“W-wait,” sputtered Tiara. “I'm responsible for all this! Silver Spoon just followed my orders! Please, let her go.”

“What? No!” Silver clung to her. “I'd rather die than let you sacrifice yourself for me!”

Spike growled at him and scratched at the floor. “What makes you two think you have a choice?”

“Please Spike...” Beatrix traced over his scales. “No bloodshed, okay?”

“I-I know...dragons like treasures, right?” Diamond Tiara laughed nervously and nodded at her treasury. “It's all yours!” He remained unmoved and she chuckled some more. “G-guess you could simply take it if you want, huh? W-well...” She carefully extended a finer forward, placed it on his muscular chest, and traced his chiseled pecs. “H-how about...us?”

His features softened, unable to deny a stir in his heated loins. “I don't want to force anyone-”

“You wouldn't have to. Dragons are supposed to collect vast harems as status symbols, right? Legends claim each female claimed makes a male stronger, more potent.” Tentatively she crushed her soft bust upon his chest, which radiated heat. “We're a little curious too. I've heard a drake can rut you like nothing else! Why don't you take us for a test drive...?”

Zecora shook her head. “I don't believe this! Don't let these she-demons tempt you!” She recovered her spear, only for Beatrix's aura to seize it and restrain her. They tugged the weapon between them, their narrowed eyes locked.

“Enough,” boomed Spike so loud they all paled in his presence. He suddenly seemed larger, more muscular than before, and his claws scooped up Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, their plush, bare bodies crushed against the fearsome drake. “I claim these two as my own...if neither of them have any objections?” Their faces burned as they shook their heads.

“...very well,” sighed Zecora who frowned. “Then prove it. Break them in before me and I'll accept your claim.”

“With pleasure,” practically purred Spike between his toothy grin. He was aided by Beatrix who wrapped the girls in her aura and flipped them over onto the altar, asses up with Silver Spoon stacked atop Diamond Tiara. She further used her magic to spread their cheeks and holes open, whereupon he placed his claws on the pair and started to mount them.

They whined as he speared their cunts, filled them with a heat unlike any they had ever felt as their spread walls were tickled all over by his fleshy ridges that kissed their spongy g-spots. His muscles hips and buttocks shifted as he started to move, slow at first as they adjusted to a size unlike any they'd ever taken, precum smeared across their pink walls as he poked their cervices.

“Looks like they're in heaven,” teased Beatrix who twinkled her nose.

He smirked back at her over his shoulder, and spurred on by the moans below him, picked up his pace. Thankfully by the time he punched into their wombs they were so pumped full of his chemicals they were ready to accept his entirety. Their tits swung and bounced as did their asses under the impact each time he humped them, his claws and tail left to explore their tender flesh.

His wings flexed to their full span, and he hissed in pleasure as they started to suckle his scaly fingers. His palms traced over them, squeezed and kneaded handfuls, felt their feminine lubricant drip over his tail as he used it to tease their clits.

“Oh, that's hot,” murmured Beatrix who was tempted to touch herself.

Before she could make such a decision a pair of claws seized her midsection from behind. She squeaked and was lifted up bu Ahuizotl, who licked the back of her neck. His tail wrapped around and tore the clothes from her plush physique.

He wasted no time and impaled her on his crotch. Her face burned and she squeaked some more, her lower holes driven open to accept him, his expansive tongue encircled around her tits and nipples as he started to bounce her on him.

At this point any pain he inflicted had become bliss, felt him nip and dig his nails into her, thankfully not so hard as to break the skin. While she happily surrendered to this treatment, Spike delivered similar to the girls he pounded beneath him.

“You want it inside,” he whispered hotly in her ear as he nibbled it. “I can tell.”

“Y-yes,” she confessed, burning all over as she watched the drake breed his latest prizes. Soon after she felt the first pump inside her, and she shook like a helpless doll as her eyes rolled into her head between cries. She absolutely soaked his groin, gripped his tail like it was another cock as it brushed over her swollen clit and between her squished together breasts.

A thunderous roar from Spike shook the area and caused coins to clatter as he delivered a final, balls deep thrust. His lovers rocked beneath him, skewered by his massive shafts which started to fire into them.

Their slippery insides were repeatedly blasted, their bellies swelled, and Tiara twisted a bit so she could share a kiss with Spoon once they came. They clamped around them, shook and squirted, finally so filled Spike was forced to withdraw. Still he continued to unloaded all over the pair, so invigorated by the cauldron he came harder than ever before.

“I'm satisfied,” announced Zecora who ripped off her clothes and maneuvered over to him. She closed her eyes and spread her arms, helped soaked in the hot shower of splooge that splashed over the trio. “Join us, Beatrix.”

Before the witch could answer, Zecora used a spell to yank her off the guardian over to them, where she helped catch the last cascades of Spike's sticky seed as it washed over their bare flesh and pooled under them.

“What a rush,” wheezed out Beatrix who sunk her naked bottom into the puddle of semen.

“Aww, we missed it!” Rainbow Dash flew in followed by a number of the tribe.

“There's still time,” replied Diamond Tiara sleepily and patted the pool. She and Silver then turned to lick each other clean.

“Hell yeah,” called Dash as she, Lightning Dust, Gabby, and Scootaloo stripped down and leaped in with a splash. They wrestled in the slimy mess that made their skin glisten, while Gabby leaned in she clean the drake off. He rested a claw atop her head as she sucked him off, his other cock stroked by her fist and her free hand massaging his heated balls.

The civil war between the tribes had reached its end. There was of course plenty more to be done, but it could wait. For now they were free to celebrate to their heart's content, Spike and Beatrix relieved another adventure had reached its end.

Epilogue

The tribe settled into the pyramid, a celebration thrown in honor of everyone who had helped make this possible. This meant another wild orgy Spike participated in, certain he had fucked every female in attendance but his sidekick Beatrix at least once by the time it was over. He slumped against a wall, cocks currently buried in Gabby who practically pushed away other females for another chance with him, and Rainbow Dash behind her who wasn't certain another opportunity to fuck him would come.

His claws smoothed over his lovers while they bounced atop him in the lit interior, some of the tribe slumped down to sleep after a similarly heavy session, more of them still in the middle of their own engagement. He spotted Beatrix, who sat naked next to Ahuizotl and regaled him with tales of her various adventures at his request until she started to bore herself.

“Inside,” urged Gabby. “I-I want to come with you!”

“Feel free to,” he replied as Zecora had already given her blessing. The witch doctor had also told the crew they were always welcomed back, and the tribe had helped repair the airship to the best of their ability with what was available. The pirates were also given a share of the treasure with the guardian's permission, the Crystal Heart also turned over to them.

“I'll see it reaches Cadance,” assured Beatrix who smiled and waved at the them. “Just have to wait for my friend to finish!”

As if in answer Spike grunted and busted a nut inside his current lovers, who shook and squealed, impaled balls deep on his knots as they showered their interiors. His claws pressed them close to his well-cut chest, let them soak in the heat he radiated while he cradled them to remind them how important they were to him. Within moments they had soaked his lap.

He patted their bottoms and they reluctantly rose to let him up. They took a moment to clean his shafts before he went to all fours, then padded over to Beatrix. “So, you've decided to come with us, right? I'd prefer not to leave behind my sidekick!”

“You bet,” she assured and shot the guardian a guilty frown. “Don't worry, I'll be back someday, with lots more stories!”

“I'll hold you to that,” said Ahuizotl who playfully smacked her backside with his tail as she rose. The party had died down, and so Beatrix waved a hand over her body and summoned her costume back into place, adjusting her wide-brimmed hat.

Zecora walked over to meet them. “Thank you for everything. I must admit I disagree with your decisions, so keep an eye on those two.” She stared at Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon out of the corner of her eye. “You're always welcome back.”

“Thanks,” answered Spike as Beatrix hopped onto his back. A short time later the crew followed, and Calaeno piloted the rebuilt airship near the pyramid to meet them, rope ladders tossed over the sides as they clambered on. The sky pirate captain offered a salute to the tribe leader, and Beatrix shot the guardian one last wistful look before they rose skyward.

The weird phenomena that surrounded the island had died down and allowed them to leave. But they wouldn't soon forget their adventures here, especially since Gabby served as a reminder since she agreed to join Spike's herd. Likewise Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon stayed close by him at all times, wary and uncertain where they stood after what had transpired.

Beatrix whispered to him, “Did we do the right thing? I mean their crimes might not be any worse than the Dazzlings', but...”

“I know,” said Spike.” Not sure how I feel, either. Guess we'll see, but we'd better keep an eye on them, just in case.”

He sat on his haunches and looked over the crew, most who were so casual they still wore the skimpy costumes of the tribe, or in some cases, nothing at all. His eyes settled on Rainbow Dash, Lightning Dust, Scootaloo, Gilda, and Gabby in particular, a bevy of different sized bare asses on display as they bent over a rail to watch the sea pass below, hair whipped about by the wind. He licked his chops, reminded he couldn't focus on sex all the time! At least he and Beatrix could return to the Dragon Lord as heroes, with treasure in tow! In a short amount of time he'd already built a sizable harem to cement his place.

Calaeno by contrast was back in her usual attire, the captain at the wheel. They traveled for miles, a small smile on her place, thankful that she didn't need to ride her crew for once and could allow them all a chance to relax.

But no sooner did such thoughts cross her mind when the engine started to audibly sputter. Smoke rose from the engines below. “What the...did those parasprites do more damage than we thought? The tribe seemed to know what they were doing, so-”

“It's not that,” called Beatrix who rushed to her side as the airship started to lose altitude. “It's like when we approached the island! Some sort of supernatural interference,” she warned, able to sense the sudden spike of a magical signature.

The captain yelled over the wind, “Can you do anything about it?”

“Afraid not! I don't have the kind of raw power to enclose a whole airship in my aura! I'm more of an illusionist like my mother,” she confessed and ducked down as the ship rocked and some of the pirates were tossed about.

“Something's drawing us to the ocean,” observed Adagio who clustered with her sisters, none of whom bothered to redress.

“Everyone hold on,” yelled the captain. “We're about to hit the seas hard!” Moments later the structure quaked, cascades of sea spray splashed up to wash over them, and screams sounded as they were chucked about.

As the ship settled and creaked like it threatened to buckle, something dark loomed below. Its mass easily dwarfed the vehicle's and spread directly below them. Geysers shot up and from the violent waters arose a series of suckered tentacles.

“Oh hell no,” cried Sonata. “I know where this is going-”

“That's a myth,” yelled Aria at her side, only for the tendrils to move with blinding speed and seize them and Adagio by their midsections. Before Spike could loose a fireball they were dragged with a splash underwater.

“What should we do,” called Gabby who liked the other fliers had taken to the sky.

Shrill screams came from Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon who were also seized. Claws flashed from Spike who tore into a rubbery tentacle, while Beatrix tried to hold onto the pair with her aura and the pirates opened fire, but despite their combined efforts the creature shrugged off their assault and vanished back into the inky seas, seemingly undisturbed.

An eerie calm settled over the area, until the black spot below disappeared completely. The skies started to dim and rain began to fall. Beatrix walked up to Spike's side as they stood in silence and said, “Sirens are magical creatures, so I can sense they're still alive. I might be able to trace their signatures. I don't know about Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon.”

“They have to be out there,” said Spike who dug his nails into the deck.

“Don't worry,” said the captain. “We won't abandon anyone in our crew.” She turned to the black clouds that slowly rolled about the stilled waters, which gradually parted to reveal what appeared to be another ship. However this one was of a much older, outdated design, the decrepit structure wet and rotten, its sails and flag so tattered they were undefinable.

Rainbow stared at the vehicle as she threw on her leather bikini, no crew visible. “A ghost ship? You've gotta be joking!”

“We've seen weirder,” replied Lightning who fluttered at her side. “Think we should check it out?”

“Don't rush ahead you sea dogs,” warned Calaeno. “We don't know what it's capable of! It could vanish with you!”

“It has to be connected to that what happened,” said Beatrix who swallowed hard. “Sh-should we?”

Spike nodded, scooped her onto his back, and spread his wings, snout drawn in determination. They would do this alone if they had to, but he heard the rustle of wind around them, as the fliers raced in at his side to make a beeline for the ghost ship...

Author's Note

To be continued in a sequel!

Chapter 7

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...