The Refugees

The Refugees
by neorenamon

So Spike walked Bakabaka home from the Apple Homestead. They walked hand in claw as he looked at her slender, yet graceful form and sighed. She smiled back as her little tail wagged like crazy.

"I know just the place we should stop first," he sighed as he looked into her eyes.

"You are the one in the know," she replied, "so that is surely the place to go."

"Aw shucks," said Spike as he blushed and looked away.

She leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek. That made him blush even more. When he looked back, she was blushing too.

"Hey Spike!" asked a mare as they walked into town proper.

Without looking, he replied, "Hey Derpy! This is my friend Bakabaka!"

"Aw," she said softly, "she's cute!"

"She's a refugee from a land far away," he added.

"Will she be staying here in Ponyville?"

"If I'm allowed to have my say, then this is the place I shall stay." She leaned in and kissed his cheek again.

"AWWW!" said Derpy, "She's your marefriend?"

"Uh-huh..."

"With Spike I wish to be. He is the only one for me."

"Ooo," she replied, "This sounds serious."

"Uh-huh..."

"He is the one to which I relate. We shall go home and mate."

"Is she old enough for that?"

"Uh-huh..."

"Well good luck with that." She paused before she added, "Oh, there's a package for you Spike. Let me give it to you while you're here."

He looked around as Derpy approached. She was dapple gray, standing about 5' 6" with natural blonde mane and tail. Feathered gray wings sprouted from her shoulders. The mare was rather shapely, with broad hips and an above average chest. But most ponies mainly noticed that her eyes were looking in two different directions at the same time. As a postal mare, she was wearing a powder blue button up shirt over her rather short black skirt. The shirt was tied off just under her bosom, and the top was unbuttoned just far enough for one to see the very top of her bra cups. Her legs were clad in blue nylons, and her hooves where covered by black pumps with modest heel spikes.

About her shoulder was her mailbag, and in her hand was a package in a plain brown wrapper. While the address was clearly to Spike at the Golden Oak Library, there was no return address. He hastily took the package and tucked it under his arm as the two mares looked each other over.

"Wow," said Derpy, "She's more adorable than my uncle's filly."

"I know not why a mare so pretty," said Bakabaka, "feels the need to hide the titty."

"Say what?" she asked as Bakabaka walked up and felt up her bosom.

Spike grabbed her hand and dragged her away from Derpy as he blurt out, "OH! In her land, mares are encouraged to go around topless because they believe that they should be proud of their... ahem... assets."

"Oh," she replied, "I see."

"This is odd and strange to see," she said, "can she a blank flank be?"

"Oh no, I have my cutie mark," she giggled.

"How can one see or know," she replied, "when your cutie mark doesn't show?"

"Well, this is the uniform of the Equestria Postal Service," replied Derpy, "I guess I didn't design it myself." She leaned over towards Bakabaka as she asked, "So you think I'm pretty?"

"Surely anywhere in my land," replied Bakabaka with a smile, "your beauty would fetch a warrior's hand."

"AWW!" sighed Derpy, "Come here, cutie!"

Spike released her hand as she hurried over to glomp hug the mail mare tightly. He could see Derpy's bosom squished against Bakabaka's chest.

"The best of friends we shall surely be!" she exclaimed, "in this new land so surely free!"

"I'd love that!" she replied happily, "You can never have enough friends!"

Spike laughed nervously. "Come on," he said, "We've got places to go and mares to see."

"Go on," she replied, "I'm sure we'll see each other again."

She was released from Derpy and went back to take his claw as they walked away. They waved bye to each other as Spike led her away to the Carousel Boutique. He took her up to the front door as he knocked.

"SWEETIE BELLE!" called a mare from inside, "See who's at the door, would you?!"

"I can't!" came a younger mare's reply, "We can't put down this prop until the glue dries, and it's taking all of the Cutie Mark Crusaders just to keep it together!"

"Oh very well!" came the response in a tone loaded with implications about how she was so put out.

Hooves stomped over to the door and it opened to show a smiling unicorn mare.

"Spike dahling!" she said with a forced smile, "How are you? Who's your little marefriend?"

"Oh, I'm great! This is my marefriend Bakabaka from a land far away... Like Zecora. She needs some clothes because she's going to be living in Ponyville... WITH ME!"

"Does her parents approve?"

"My parents are not a concern," she replied, "They were both slain in turn. Our land was ravaged by a war. A place I cannot live in any more."

Rarity threw open the door and rushed out to hug her. They could see that she was about 5' 3", and quite soft and curvy. Her hide was pure white, but her silky smooth mane and tail were deep blue. The same color as her bright eyes. From her forehead came a horn about four inches in length. Her mane was all combed over to the right side of her head. The pouting lips were stained as blue as her mane. While her chest was more impressive than Twilight's, it was surely smaller than Jifar's motherly bosom.

She was wearing a one-piece black swimsuit that had a deep neckline and high enough that one could see all of her flanks, showing her three diamond cutie mark. Over her top was an open white shirt of those worn by stallions with the sleeves rolled up almost to her shoulders. It seemed to contrast with her white silk stockings and her high heeled shoes she wore over her hooves.

"Oh dahling!" she cried, "How horrible! That sounds like the! worst! possible! thing!" Bakabaka barely managed to turn her head enough not to be dragged nose first into the cleft of the unicorn mare's bosom. She smiled softly as she wrapped her arms about Rarity's waist. It seemed like seconds before the two of them were crying against each other. "Take what ever you want!" cried Rarity, "It's free! That goes for you too, Spikey-wikey!"

"Thanks, Miss Rarity," he replied dreamily, "You're the best friend a dragon could have."

"Come in and I'll take your measurements," said Rarity as she led Bakabaka inside. Spike followed along behind.

"This must be some of the clothing I gifted to Zecora," she said as she looked her over, "This just won't do at all!" She ran her hand over the mare's chest as she added, "Yes, she's much more petite. I know I've got several outfits for fillies that would be just divine for her!"

Spike faceclawed himself as Bakabaka tugged on Rarity's one-piece until a breast popped out. Her deep blue nipple was of modest size and quite obvious to all of their stares.

"Dahling?" she asked, "What ever are you doing?"

"There is something I cannot understand," she replied, "about this strange new land. With you beauty obviously so great, should the stallions see and relate?" She cupped the breast with her hand and fondled it. "If my breasts were so motherly, I'd let everyone one look and see!"

Rarity placed her hand over hers instead of pulling it off as she replied, "Oh dahling, fashion just doesn't work that way. Clothing is to accent a mare's assets, not hide them. When a mare is in a place more... private... then that's when their partner gets to see more. Of course, there's photography and art, but that sort of thing just isn't shown on every street corner."

"Wow, Miss Rarity never let me touch her like that..." sighed Spike.

"What was that, my Spikey-wikey?"

"Nothing!" he blurted out.

Bakabaka grabbed his claw and dragged it over to Rarity's bare breast. Rarity blushed as Spike cried, "BAKABAKA!"

Yet his claw seemed to want to feel Miss Rarity even more than Bakabaka's hand.

"Well, you... uh... never asked to touch me like this..." she sighed, "I guess Miss Bakabaka comes from a land... where they're more open... to such things..." She put her other hand over Spike's.

"Oh no!" whined Apple Bloom, "Not again!"

They all looked to see that the Cutie Mark Crusaders were gawking at them from the doorway back to Rarity and Sweetie Belle's bedrooms.

Sweetie Belle was a unicorn mare wearing a bright white summer dress which fully covered her arms, and had multiple skirts that went down her her ankles. The dress was held with a broad violet sash. Here eyes were bright green, and her mane and tail were split between being light purple and a darker shade of violet. Much like Apple Bloom, her bosom was just starting to grow. Just like Apple Bloom, she Cutie Mark Crusader shield was born on her clothing as a moderate sized patch, but on her shoulders.

Scootaloo was pegasus mare with an orange hide and wings that seemed to be too small for her size. Her wild purple mane and tail spilled down her back over her black 'Der Clopissar' T-shirt and her black shorts. Flip-flops were covering her hooves. A pair of bright violet eyes openly stared at how Spike and Bakabaka had their hands clamped to Miss Rarity's breast. Her arms were crossed under her own budding bosom.

"I'm just... learning more about Bakabaka's culture!" blurted out Rarity, "She came from a very odd and tragic place!"

"Getting your boob felt up is a cultural thing?" asked Scootaloo skeptically.

"Well, the poor dahling was just saying if she were me, she'd be proud to let everyone see my breasts! It's just so... well... cute!"

"So yer gonna let'em feel ya up all day?" asked Apple Bloom.

Rarity laughed nervously as she pulled their hands off her breast as she blushed more hotly and said, "Oh course not! Don't be so silly!"

"One day you'll think differently," she said softly, "when you have a motherly chest to see."

"It's not like you have that much..."

"Don't you dare say another thing about her!" snarled Spike.

"But what she was about to say is surely true," replied Bakabaka as she turned to hug him, "There is really nothing that I can do."

"Calm yourself, Spikey-wikey," said Rarity, "I'm sure I can find something to accent what she has. I'm sure the Crusaders didn't mean any insult by it."

"She's right," said Apple Bloom, "I should know better than anymare about being mean an judging others by their looks."

"Let's get back to our project," suggested Sweetie Belle, "Big sister is busy with a customer. We don't want to get in the way of that."

"Yeah," said Scootaloo as she turned to Bakabaka, "But let's be friends, okay?"

She nodded as she hugged Spike. Rarity led the couple back to the changing room, and then slipped back into the storage area from the doorway there further into the back. Without a word from anyone, she fully stripped as he watched. She stepped over and hugged him tightly. He gulped because his cock was straining against his shorts to get out. Leading her over to one of Rarity's fainting couches, he leaned her over one of it's arms.

"Yes take me now," she moaned, "I care not how."

With her legs spread, he could see that she was already wet and puffy in her mareslit. So he stepped up, popped out his throbbing red cock, and mounted her right then and there.

Rarity glanced in before they noticed her and thought, 'They're going to need some privacy. Better find some more outfits.' She felt her bare breast as she then thought, 'But I suppose I should make sure he's gentle with her.' Stepping back, she observed Spike as he energetically mounted Bakabaka.

"Oh yes there surely is no need," she panted, "to spare me of your dragon seed!"

"Oh yeah," he moaned, "I love you so much!"

Rarity began to rub her own mareslit through the material of her one piece. 'Oh my little Spikey-wikey,' she thought hotly, 'You've grown up so much. Maybe you're ready to mate with me one day.'

She could almost see his balls tighten as he pumped his seed into her birth canal.

"So what must Miss Rarity do," she panted, "to join us and be with you?"

"Oh!" he moaned, "My sweet sweet Rarity would only have to ask! But she's too perfect to have a relationship with me! She's too beautiful! She's too awesome!"

"Then surely is it not much of a task to form a question you should ask," panted Bakabaka, "She touches herself as she watches us more... from the other side of that door."

"WHAT?!"

Rarity stepped into the room blushing hotly, her nipple hard from stroking it, and her loins damp from the fluids that leaked about her fingers.

"Oh Spike, I'm so sorry," she moaned, "but watching you two carry on made me feel so hot!"

"While we mate in your store," she panted, "I surely feel there is more."

"No!" she whined, "You're Spike's gal! I can't! I can't!"

"Come on Rarity and get your gorgeous flank over here!"

So the unicorn mare stripped as she walked over to the couch. She climbed on so that she was sitting on her butt, leaning backwards as she propped herself up on one elbow, and Bakabaka's mouth was right over her mareslit. The dampness grew as Bakabaka sniffed it.

"I wish not to raise Spike's ire," she panted, "but is there more that you desire? If there's more to do to me, then I shall not object you see."

Rarity's horn glowed as white, green and black silk ribbons drifted over from her sewing supplies. Bakabaka didn't move as the ribbons bound her arms behind her back and around her torso.

"So beautiful!" cried Rarity.

"I had no idea," moaned Spike.

"Please don't hate me!" she whined back. She held the smaller mare's head as she began to lick, lap and nibble at the unicorn mare's pussy.

"I could NEVER hate you!" he grunted as he mounted Bakabaka again.

If the Cutie Mark Crusaders heard anything, they surely knew better than to investigate.