The Refugees

The Refugees
by neorenamon

Applejack sat in the back of the wagon with her legs dangling out as she glanced over her shoulder at the bench seat up front where Big Macintosh, Princess Twilight and Jifar were. In her hurry to get on, she had placed herself between Opa and Zecora. She was trying to overhear what they were talking about, but they were apparently keeping their voices down as they conversed. The clops of the hooves against the road was about all she could clearly hear.

The wagon traveled down the farm's private road until it joined the main road heading out of town. Following the road, the turned north at an intersection and were then headed towards the river meandering north of Ponyville.

"Applejack?" asked Opa as she leaned closer, "Do they distract?"

"Huh?" she replied as she looked over into Opa's eyes, "Oh, it ain't no big deal..." She giggled nervously before she continued, "It's just that... this ain't tha first time... big brother kinda... messed up an drove a possible mate away."

"What could he possibly say," asked Zecora, "that could drive the mares away?"

"Well, that kinda varies..." she said as she scratched the back of her head, "Like Miss Cheerilee, fer example. Apple Bloom and her Cutie Mark Crusader friends thought that they were doin him a big favor by gettin tha two'a'them to drink some love potion that they whipped up. But it turned out ta be a love poison. While after that wore off, tha two'a'them started datin each other anyways."

"Love by potion cannot be true," said Opa, "as that as what I sure wouldn't do."

"I know that point quite well, but that's not the story to tell."

"Yeah, it looked fer awhile there that big brother an Miss Cheerilee were gonna be an item, but then..."

She wasn't quite sure what made her pause. The awkward nature about what she wanted to say, or the fact that Opa and Zecora were now holding hands across her lap.

"Well... she took him to see her school an how hard she teaches the foals..."

Applejack was feeling a little squeezed between them.

"Anyways, he said as a compliment that she wouldn't have ta work no more once she married him..."

"He must have felt like a jerk," said Zecora, "to think so little of her work."

"Well, that's what she said too. But he stuck his hoof in further by sayin that he could support their family by himself. That he didn't see no need for her to keep a job once they was married. She told him that she didn't teach fer the money, but for the love of seeing foals learnin. That made him defensive, sayin that their foals would be takin up her time too much ta worry bout educatin other ponies' foals."

"A sorry tale as I can tell," said Opa, "It surely shall not end well."

"Nope. A one point, she slapped him across the kisser, and then walked away ta never speak ta him again til this very day. Of course, he barely felt tha slap, but it seemed like his heart was broken none-tha-less."

"This sounds like tales I've heard before," said Zecora, "I take it that there is more?"

"E-yup," she replied, "There shore is more. After a few months, he was takin a load of apples ta Fluttershy cuz she uses a lot of them ta feed her critters. While storin those apples in tha shed, a freak storm came up. Afore the storm was done, an old tree fell over an blocked tha shed door. It was one of those old fashioned sheds that was supposed ta take lotsa abuse an not fall ta pieces. So they was stuck until somepony came along an saved them. Twilight used her magic ta move tha fallen tree back before she was a Princess, and moving such a big tree tired her out somethin fierce... Well, that there is another story... But once they were saved, big brother started dating Fluttershy."

Zecora winced, as she had a feeling where Applejack's story was going.

"Big brother offered ta move her hen house an the dog houses over to tha farm so she could keep watchin them, an we could use the eggs and the extra eyes ta guard the orchards. She asked him what would happen to all'of'the other critters she was takin care of, an he told her to just let them go back to the Everfree Forest where they all belonged. Well, she was a mite upset that he wanted her ta stop looking after the sick, injured an lost forest critters ta live back on the farm with him. He told her that she would be busy enough takin care of their foals."

Opa winced as well.

"So she just plain slapped him across the kisser, and then walked away. When he delivers apples to her, she simply won't respond to his queries, so he jus comes back home all sad an lonely."

"In the land from which we come," said Opa, "a mare has wifely duties and more than some. When a warrior takes a wife, she is supposed to give him her life."

"Well I reckon that ain't the way it works in there here parts. It kinda went that way with all'a'the mares he's tried ta date. He asked Derpy Hooves ta stop deliverin mail, she she slapped him an flew off. He asked DJ Pon3 ta give up doing music parties and her scratchin thing, so she slapped him an walked away. Then he asked Gilda the Griffon ta... ta... uh... I still don't know what all he wanted her ta do, but he shore came home all scratched up from her claws an all. I'm beginnin ta think that even Granny Smith is startin ta think he was gonna spend his life all alone til Miss Jifar showed up."

She glanced over her shoulder and said, "Well she ain't slapped him an walked away yet."

"The trouble with them is plain to see," said Zecora, "The problem is not two, but three."

"Jifar wants her goddess by her side," said Opa, "and her desire shall not be denied."

"That there is part of the problem," replied Applejack quietly, "He doesn't think that no Princess is gonna wanna spend alla her time around him. Big brother kinda see royalty as upper class snobs who don't wanna be seen with tha common ponies like him. They got alla there pomp an circumstance, their galas an their balls, their mansions an their estates, and most of all, their loyal peasants an serfs who raise their food an do their labor fer them..."

"That does not seem all that fair," said Zecora, "to think that Twilight's that kind of mare."

"I know that, and I think deep down, he knows tha too. But still he don't thinks'a'himself as bein worthy of her highness. An he also sees himself as clumsy an her as bein so fragile, he might accidentally break her in two. But Twilight... she has reasons ta believe that he can't be attracted to her. That he might look down on her cause she's royalty and got herself a bunch of book learnin like he never got. The only thing I ever done see him do with a set of encyclopedias was lift them and move them someplace else."

She paused when she noticed that Opa and Zecora were stripping themselves down to their waists.

"What'cha y'all doin?"

"Now that we've strayed from society," said Zecora, "we can dress more normally."

"So... ya like havin yer boobies hangin out like that?"

"I do not see why breasts are a shame." said Opa, "to be hidden under a clothing frame. Mares were given breasts to tell us apart, and perchance stir a warrior's heart. Don't you ever yearn to be in a state so clothing free?"

"Well ah does has ta admits I likes bein nekkid as a jaybird in mah own room, like when I sleep an stuff."

"Then let us dispose of this fluff," said Zecora, "so that you may free your stuff. Breezes surely are the best when they blow across your breast."

"Well Granny all said..."

She blushed as Opa and Zecora began to unbutton her shirt and undo her belt buckle. Her shirt just seemed to slide off her arms, and she had no idea how Opa got her jeans off so quickly. Then she really blushed when the two of them started feeling her silky smooth panties and bra.

Opa poked at the bra cup. "What does this thing supposed to do?" she asked, "Must it hide your nipples too?"

"Oh, this here is a bra. Granny says it's supposed ta keep my breasts from saggin when I git older."

"But women's breasts change as they age. Sagging is no source of rage. The only thing this does for me is hide your breasts so we can't see."

Zecora said to that, "There are some mares that pad their tops. Deceiving stallions that never stops. Because of some breast insecurity, they wish to appear larger than they really be."

"Then in the name of honesty, let us remove this bra and let them be." said Opa as she reached across, unclipped her bra from the front, and removed it completely. Now they could both see Applejack B-cups with the darker orange nipples.

"Please don't stare," she said softly, "I know they all is small and..."

"I do not think they're all that small," said Opa as she reached over to feel the nearest breast, "They are quite pert and will never fall. Even if your motherly breasts shall never larger grow, you're beauty is like that which some shall not know."

"And with your legs and butt so strong," said Zecora as she fondled on of her butt cheeks and its cutie mark (a cluster of three red apples), "I've seen stallions staring at them for so long."

"Now I'm right flattered an all," she said as her blush deepened, "but I gotta save mahself fer mah future mate." Applejack paused as she looked over her shoulder again at Big Macintosh's back. His big... broad... muscular... back. She fanned herself with her hand as she suddenly felt a little too warm. Opa and Zecora noticed how she looked at him.

"Is the brother somepony which you can relate," asked Opa as she leaned closer, "while you should lay back and masturbate?"

"Uh-huh," she said distantly before she snapped back to attention and said, "Wait, what?!"

Opa and Zecora pinned her to the floor of the wagon as they both tickled her. They hardly seemed to notice when the wagon stopped, but they all knew something was up when Big Macintosh hollered, "Applejack?! What are y'all doin back there?!"

They looked up to see that Big Mac, Twilight and Jifar were all looking back at them.