The Refugees

The Refugees
by neorenamon

Twilight awoke with a sharp pain in her head. Before she even opened her eyes, a potion was forced into her mouth and poured down her throat. It was a heavy fruity taste. Then a second potion was poured down her throat. It was strong and salty. After that, yet a third potion was poured down her throat. That one was so bitter, she had to resist the urge to throw it up.

A few things seemed to happen to her all about the same time. She felt her magic slipping away, her nipples began to tingle like crazy, and the painful fog began to lift from her mind. Slowly opening her eyes, she found herself staring into a canine face. She realized that the bitch was fully naked, her four pairs of modest breasts lining her chest leading down to her puffy sex. When she leaned in to lick her face, she realized her hands were bound behind her back. Her legs were bound so she could only kneel.

"Uh..." she moaned, "What did you give me?"

"The first was to take away your magic," she replied, "the second was to make you produce milk, and the third was to finish healing your injuries. Well, most of them. Your horn was cracked badly and we couldn't do anything but bind it."

Before she could even ask what they wanted her milk for, she found that a couple of hungry pups had latched themselves onto her torso and were hungrily nursing from her rapidly filling milk glans. In spite of her wishes to the contrary, nursing from her now tingling nipples was getting her aroused.

She looked around to see if there was something else to take her mind off the nursing, but the rest of the room only seemed to bother her more. First she saw Jifar bound tightly to a boulder. Two nearly grown pups were standing on their legs high enough to nurse from her breasts, but she could tell from where she was that they were well into gaining their first set of teeth. The pained look in her eyes told Twilight what her bound muzzle prevented her from saying.

Opa and Zecora were bound in a squatting position with their wrists tied to their knees. That way, four of the smaller pups could nurse from their breasts. She wondered what choice words they would be saying if they could speak at all, as their muzzles were bound tightly. For some reason, they were also blindfolded.

Applejack seemed to be the worst off. She was bound to a bench so tightly, Twilight doubted she could move any part of herself at all. To top it off, her own hat was covering her face even though it was obvious her muzzle was more fully bound than any other. Two of the smallest pups laid on her stomach as they nursed from her breasts, the smallest ones she could see.

Even though their mouths were tied, each mare had a tube in her mouth towards the back behind their teeth that no doubt would allow somepony or dog to force feed them more potions at any time. Her suspicions were confirmed when the bitch attending her went over to Jifar and fed her what she was sure was another lactation potion.

Between each pony mare was a Diamond bitch sitting on the floor. Each of them had six pups of various sizes nursing from their four pairs of breasts at the same time. Once in a while, they were fed another potion, which they drank quite willingly.

Yet in spite of a room full of breasts and teats, there seemed to be just as many hungry pups waiting for their turn to feed. When the first bitch came back to Twilight, she asked, "Why aren't you nursing? There's more hungry mouths to feed."

"I can not," she replied, "Since a number of bitches were killed in a mine tunnel collapse, we've been short of nursers, but not a shortage of hungry pups. I've been nursing them six days a week for more than three months. Each bitch must be given one day off each week, or they would permanently lose their ability to make milk. We assume you mares are no different, but they've only been nursing for two days now."

"How long was I out?" she asked.

"This would have been your third day," she replied, "We did as much for you as we could. It was up to you to wake up so that the healing process could be finished."

"Oh," she moaned, "I have to relieve myself so badly. Please untie me."

"We cannot. The chief swore punishment if any of you are untied without his permission. There is a reason the floor in here is deep sand. Just relieve yourself, and I promise I will clean up after you."

"That's so GROSS!" she whined even as she realized that all of the mares legs were tied in a way that would not prevent them from relieving themselves without messing themselves up in the process.

"Be thankful the chief needed nursing mares more than sex toys. The warriors who brought you all in were quite upset that they were not allowed to rape any of you first. He promised that if any male came in here and violated any of you before he allows, they shall be punished most harshly. That seems to apply most to you, Princess."

Twilight wondered if it was some kind of generosity on the part of the Diamond Dog chieftain or some other practical reason that he was keeping the obviously eager warriors from raping them all. She looked about again and noticed that a fair number of the pups were surely undersized and undernourished with their ribs showing as well as some other bony points along their bodies.

The persistent nursing was driving her towards the erotic cliff. It was so strong, she knew she may well climax from just that stimulation alone. The poor pups looking up at her with their huge brown puppy-dog eyes surely had no understanding of what they were doing to her. All they knew was they were getting badly needed milk.

"Please," she begged, "Surely you have to go most badly. It's been at least two days. I promise to clean up after you. You have to go soon. It's not healthy to keep it in."

"No..." she whined, "It's unbecoming a Princess... I can't..."

"You know, until a pup is a few months old, they won't go potty on their own either. The bitch must encourage them to go. It seems that the Princess must be encouraged as much as the other mares we've been given."

"What are you going to do?" moaned Twilight.

The bitch said nothing, but she could feel her finger teasing her pee hole while another began tickling her anus. It didn't help matters that she could rub some of the fluids leaking from her pussy into her anus no matter how hard she tried to keep it squeezed shut. With the incredible feeling in her nipples and her forthcoming orgasm, she knew she couldn't hold out very long.

...

Big Macintosh was used to hard work. He was used to putting in twelve or more hours a day during Applebucking Season. But in the mines, he was being worked like a slave. He barely had four hours a day to eat, sleep or relax in any way. They surely planned to have him mine until he keeled over. The part of the mine that he was sent to was only worked by slaves, so there was no real need in their minds to make sure the air down there was fully circulated. He could tell by the flickering candles that the air down there was of poor quality, and if he nonstop labor didn't kill him, the poor air surely would.

But the chains the held him to the other slaves were too thick to break even if there wasn't a couple of guards down their with them to make sure he didn't have the time to try. The guard dogs hated being down there, but they knew that they would at least be rotated back out every few hours to make sure they wouldn't get sick.

He had no plans to be worked to death. There was wives and mares to save, especially his kinfolk. Taking his own pick, he grazed his knee enough for noticeable bleeding and collapsed to the floor.

"Mah leg! Mah leg!" he moaned, "Someone please help me!"

With the candle light so low, none of the other slaves clearly saw what he did, so they all whined as the guard dogs came over to check on him.

"If you can't work, slave," growled the guard, "then you die now."

"Please just kill me then," he replied.

The guard raised his blade to slay him as he used his pick to rip out the guard's throat. He guard keeled over as the other was checking on the other slaves in the chain.

"There's somethin wrong with the guard!" As the second guard leaned over the first, Big Mac buried his pick into his skull with a sickening thud. He picked the keys from the second guard's belt as he called, "Ain't no more slaves dying in these here parts! I'm gettin y'all outta here one way or another!"

A cheer rose from the throats of the slaves as he used the key to unlock them all.

'Applejack! Jifar! Twilight!' he thought, 'I'm gonna save you all even if it kills me!'

He took the two swords of the guards while he made sure that the rest were all armed with picks.