The Refugees
by neorenamon

Princess Twilight Sparkle was venturing into the Everfree Forest in search of Zecora. She was suffering from an itch in a very personal place, and couldn't find any information about it anywhere in her book collection. The wise and knowledgeable Zecora always seemed to have an idea about treating pony illnesses. She felt she could travel there alone, because as a newly crowned Princess of Equestria, what manner of beast was left there that posed any serious threat to her? Since Spike was deeply into his new Power Pony Comic (the one she made sure was not a magical edition), she decided not to bother him either.

Twilight was about average size for a unicorn mare (what she was before becoming a Princess), and slightly smaller than Luna. Standing about 5' 6", she was not tiny by any stretch of the imagination. With her 36D-24-36 measurements, she wasn't hard on the eyes either. While she wasn't buff as Applejack or Rainbow Dash, she wasn't quite as curvy and soft as Rarity or Fluttershy either. From her back sprouted feathery wings like those of a Pegasus. Her violet horn protruded from her head barely 4 inches in length, but it was more than enough to cast spells. A single red stripe was the only thing that accented her dark violet mane and tail, both long and silky.

She was wearing an open backed sleeveless royal blue dress (as to not restrict her wings) that complemented her violet skin and her shining violet eyes. The skirt and underskirt were long enough to reach half way down to her knees. Her hooves/feet were shod with silver plated horseshoes. The calves bore light silver greaves as her forearms were adorned with silver vambraces. They were both held in place by violet silk cords wrapped about the aforementioned limbs. Luna had insisted that as a proper Princess of Equetria, she could no longer just go about in her nerdy pullover sweater and knee length skirt she used to wear every day. The neckline of her dress fell to a point about the middle of her sternum, which showed off the gentle inner swells of her breasts. Rarity insisted on the look even though it was far deeper than she would have liked, but then she still longed for the days of her high collar orange sweater and her ironically very short red skirt.

Rarity insisted that her nails and hooves be permanently colored violet to match her light fur, with fine silver representations of her cutie mark on all of her fingernails. She also insisted that she wear a silver chain bearing her cutie mark crafted magically from one large ruby and a number of smaller diamonds.

Since it was mid summer and no rain was scheduled for days, she felt no need to take an oiled cloak or heavy sweater with her. She also decided against an umbrella, as she could cast a spell to repel both sun, wind, and wind-blown things with but a few seconds concentration. But because of her little itching issue, she couldn't bear to wear panties. Because of her personal choice, she simply covered her nipples with a ribbon of cloth about her torso rather than indulge in some bra, in spite of Rarity's whining, wheedling, pretend faints and other carrying on by her.

Staying on the animal paths, she was able to avoid most of the dangerous flora such as Poison Joke, an experience should would never want to live again if she could avoid it. But her nose was filled with the fragrance of Everfree flowers and her eyes were filled with the vibrant colors of all the plants she passed. The forest seemed so dark, gloomy, and scary the first time she came there on her quest to defeat Nightmare Moon... actually, the second trip to investigate the mysterious Zecora felt the same way. She silently berated herself for not seeing the true warning she tried to give the Mane Six about the Poison Joke plants that they blithely walked through as they followed Apple Bloom.

Soon, she saw a thin column of smoke ahead of her that told her she was getting close to Zecora's hut. The forest began to thin as she drew nearer, as Zecora like to keep her immediate area relatively clean of shrubs and other heavy undergrowth. Her wings twitched with anticipation, as she hoped that her embarrassing little itch problem would soon be ended. She looked around to see if she was outside somewhere, as she hated to just walk up to her doorstep without knowing. There was some relief as she saw a pair of blue eyes looking in her direction from one of the windows.

But then she began to wonder as she saw another pair of pale red eyes looking at her from another winder, and a pair of green eyes gazing at her from another window. She hoped that she had not come all the way to Zecora's hut to find that she was already busy with guests. But it was too late to just turn around and go home empty handed. She continued walking towards the front door at a steady pace.

About five paces from the door, it opened widely to reveal the smiling face of Zecora the Zebra. Her white teeth stood out in contrast to her dark gray nose and muzzle. She stood barely an inch or so taller than Twilight, but she was a bit heavier because of living free in the Everfree Forest. There was no stallion to help with her chores. She had no colts or fillies to tend to, or to assist her in gathering food and water. She truly seemed to like living away from Ponyville on her own. As she was wont to do, she almost wore nothing but a bright red linen loincloth about her waist bound about her waist by a thick (but smooth) hemp rope. Her well rounded and perky D-cup breasts stood proudly from her chest with their large brown nipples against her fine striped zebra fur. Her hair was styled as her normal black and light gray mohawk that seemed to grow to compliment the patterns of fur on her head and followed it down her neck until it disappeared beneath the rings that she wore about her neck. In fact one could argue that unlike most Zebras, she was light gray with black stripes. When she was last in town and Rarity took her measurements, they were almost exactly the same as her own. The two of them could wear each others clothes if they wished to.

The tribal sun cutie marks on her hips were plain to see as her body stripes. Her neck and left forearm wore her traditional half dozen rings of bronze, making her neck a bit longer than most mares. The golden earring loops also adorned her perky ears. A simple gold chain circled her neck twice, a welcoming gift that was bestowed by the ever charitable Rarity.

"Twilight my friend, how are you?" asked Zecora, "Please come in for some stew." She gestured with her right hand an open fingered wave towards the now open door.

"If you have company, I don't want to bother you," she replied as she stopped.

"Their visit here was not planned, as they are new to this land."

"So they're foreigners?" asked Twilight, "Are you sure I'm not here at a bad time?"

"Surely you know me enough to know," she replied with a grin, "if it were a bother, I'd tell you so."

So Twilight stepped inside to see a group of mares the likes of which she had never seen before while the various eyes retreated from the windows. Many of them were of species she had never even seen in a book. There was about a half a dozen sets of eyes staring at her.

"Please be polite and do not stare," said Zecora to them, "while I introduce to you this mare." Putting her arm about Twilight's shoulders, she said, "In this land she has much fame. A magical spirit that none can tame. Twilight Sparkle is her name. A true friend who is not lame. She has much magical power to spare, and a heart that can always share."

Zecora's praise made the Princess blush. That and the fact she noticed she was almost fixated on the several pairs of bared breasts laid out before her, including those of Zecora herself.

She was almost pushed over to the first mare, who was in fact slightly taller than either her or Zecora by a few inches. Her body had more muscle and less fat than either of them as well, and her legs looked like they were built for running over long distances. While her arms, legs, and ass all looked normal for a zebra, her face was solid white, and her nose and the front of her muzzle were solid black. Her neck was adorned with nine brass rings, making her neck stretch out even farther than Zecora's. Her mohawk and ears were dark brown. In fact, she was dark brown in color from the back of her head down to her crotch. Her chest was so dark, it almost looked black. Her double D cups rode fairly high on her chest, and against the dark brown color of her breast fur, her large, conical and perky pink nipples just seemed to stand out so plainly. Her hips bore her cutie mark of a tribal crescent moon. Eyes of bright blue looked back at Twilight. It almost looked like she was checking out Twilight's body even more than Twilight was looking over the strange mare's own.

"Greetings to one the so plainly blessed," said the mare boldly, "Is this some manner of divine test?"

"I assure you she is no aloof deity," replied Zecora, "that only the chosen ones are allowed to see."

Twilight looked confused between the two of them. She was further confused when the mare knelt before her low enough to kiss one of her hooves.

"No no!" she protested, "You don't have to do anything like that for me! I don't make Zecora do anything like that, and I surely don't expect anyone else to do that either!"

The mare stood back up as she said, "She is a bit odd I do confess for one so obviously a goddess."

"I'm no goddess. Just an alicorn Princess. Please tell me your name. I mean you already know mine. And out of curiosity, what manner of race are you?"

"I am called Opa by your grace, and I hail from the Okapi race."

Twilight shook her hand as she said, "Well it's very nice to meet you. But really, calling me goddess and your grace is really starting to embarrass me." Her cheeks seemed to turn a little brighter red as she spoke. "So what brings you all out here to Zecora's hut like this?"

"Now is not a good time to hear," replied Opa, "a woeful tail of dread and fear."

"Well I'm sure... I can hear it... some other time then," she replied awkwardly.

"But far from our land we roam, not wishing to return home."

But Twilight was taken aback when Opa reached out without warning to fondle her covered breasts.

"Hey!" she retorted as her blush turned hotter.

"Your breasts are quite motherly, so why not let others see?" she asked as she opened her top and let her breasts with the deeper violet nipples pop into the open air.

Twilight pulled back, grabbed her top and closed it up again.

"That's not the way things work around here!" she spluttered.

"The mares of this land seem to care less," said Zecora stepping between them, "about whom their chests should impress. When the stallions wish to see, it is a bit more privately."

"Then of learning we should heed," replied Opa, "before their warriors choose us for their need."

"Wait," said Twilight as her voice raised a bit, "Warriors choose their mates?! Don't you have any say?!"

"To avoid long term grief, they normally ask the village chief."

"Well that's sure not how things work around here, sister," replied Twilight, "Most mares and stallions decide together who they're going to love and who they will marry. There are no chiefs around here to approve giving you away."

Opa raised an eyebrow. She was looking downward at Twilight's loins when Twilight realized she had reached under her own skirt to get at the bothersome itch. Zecora was looking as well. When she pulled her hand back up, Opa took her hand by the wrist and sniffed it deeply. Zecora had leaned in to sniff as well.

"Hey!"

"By my nose there is detection of a pussy infection," said Opa plainly.

"With you assessment I do agree," said Zecora, "but we should look and see."

Before Twilight could protest, Opa had hiked Twilight's skirt, and the two of them looked at her reddened and sore crotch and the pussy underneath. Zecora took her by the knees and spread her legs open to gain a better look. She was blushing so fiercely, she almost felt like she could do a Rarity faint at any moment.

"She was quite wise to come here," said Opa evenly, "as strong medicine is needed, I fear."

"You seem knowledgeable of the herbal way," commented Zecora, "Would you mind helping me today?"

"Aiding you would be such a delight. To treat a goddess and set her right."

"I keep telling you I'm not a goddess, just an alicorn. Would a goddess have issues like this?"

"Even goddesses have their woes," replied Opa, "not to mention monsters and foes." Without warning, she simply removed Twilight's skirt with a flourish.

"Hey!"

"With the trouble you have today, the skirt is only in the way."

Zecora took Twilight by the arm over to an old tree stump covered with a pillow that she used as a seat, "Just sit down and relax. Opa and I shall discuss the facts."

Even though the other mares were in their own little talks now, Twilight couldn't help but feel that were taking glances at her now bared and plainly not right crotch/pussy. Then Opa and Zecora went over to the Zebra's work bench to look over her various jars of herbs and ingredients to decide what was best to use. As far as Twilight could tell, they were in almost perfect agreement about what to use, how to prepare the medicine, and how to apply it to her problem areas.

One of the mares stood, almost causing Twilight to gasp aloud. She clamped her hands over her mouth to stop her from making a sound though. She had the longest neck and legs she had ever seen, and easily stood seven feet tall or even a little more. While her arms seemed a little longer as well, it was her hands that seemed almost giant-like compared to hers. Her back was turned to Twilight, so some details were still hidden. She made a note to herself to talk to her next once Opa and Zecora were done with her.

Twilight listened to Opa and Zecora as they prepared her medicine, but only heard bits of their conversation.

"... use the crimson... ... plant..." said Opa, "... until it's pliant."

"... I fear... ... not around here..." replied Zecora, "... I have found... ... replacement sound."

She could hear ingredients being ground by mortal and pestle, as well as small amounts of boiling water. As she was so intent on listening about her medicine, she almost jumped out of her hide when somepony next to her said, "Greeting to the beautiful goddess. May my future mate to bless?"

Spinning her head, she saw that it was the tall woman she had seen from the back before. Her hide was mustard yellow with irregular brown spots all over. The muzzle seemed a bit longer than any pony she had seen before. Her mane and eyes were about the same dark brown color. The mane was braided down the right side with many thin braids, each one ending in a small red bead. Her head was adorned with odd looking small horns that looked like they were capped in velvet, and her ears were wiggling as they stuck out from the sides of her head. She could also more closely see all of the rings about her neck. Now that she was facing her, she suddenly realized just how endowed she was and just how muscular her legs/ass appeared to be. She had never seen larger brown nipples in her life, not even on a hefty cowgirl.

"I keep telling everyone that I'm an alicorn, not a goddess," she said as she looked up.

"Even if you are a goddess not," she replied, "your blessing couldn't hurt a lot."

"All right," she sighed, "if you feel so strongly about it, then I bless your future husband and all of your children yet to be."

Her squeal of delight made almost everyone in the hut jump a little, but when she grabbed Twilight around her head and pulled her face first into her cleavage, it seemed like the world had all but disappeared for Twilight. Not only were her eyes and nose covered in the massive breasts, but her ears were threatening to be covered as well. She was starting to feel smothered. Seconds dragged by as she tried to breath.

"Mmmmmm!" she protested into the fleshy mass encasing her face.

At last, she felt the arms being pulled away from her head, and she was able to back out of the mammoth breasts. She took in quite a lung full of air as soon as she could.

"Please forgive our little Jifar," said Opa, "She is the most excitable by far."

'LITTLE?!' thought Twilight.

"And her race by which she's known," said Zecora, "She is a giraffe as I have been shown."

She turned to Jifar and said, "You should apologize to the goddess. One should not expect any less."

"It's perfectly fine," she interrupted, "No harm done. I promise." She smiled up at Jifar.

"It seems that her need is most great," said Opa softly close to Twilight's ear, "to find herself a most rugged mate."

"Well, I suppose Ponyvilla has it's share of unmated stallions," she said with a nervous laugh, "I'm sure there's stallions for you all out there somewhere."

Opa stepped in to grab Jifar's hands before she could administer another smothering hug.

"I think the medicine is ready to use," said Zecora as she stepped up holding a wooden bowl, "I hope that is most happy news."

"So do I eat it, drink it, or swallow it with water?"

"Oh no that's not how it's done," she replied, "you just run it around with fingers, hun." Zecora stuck her fingers into the bowl, coming up with them covered a white sticky cream.

"Oh, maybe I should..."

Zecora had already reached down to begin rubbing the cream around the reddened areas of her crotch.

"Just lay back as you please," said Opa, "and this shall go with greater ease."

Twilight laid back as Zecora continued to apply the cream further down her crotch onto her pussy.

"Oh," moaned Twilight softly, "That's... making me... tingle..."

"I said this medicine is strong," she said, "and the application may take long."

But then Zecora began rubbing the cream up into her birth canal.

"Ah," moaned Twilight, "must you do that?"

"The medicine must be applied where you are sick," said Zecora, "for the medicine to do it's trick."

"But now I'm all tingly inside too," she panted.

"You do not seem in a hurry, so do not let it make you worry," said Opa, "This effect should not annoy, so just lay back and enjoy."

By then, she had fully pressed two fingers up into Twilight's vagina. The tingle kept spreading and spreading.

"Oh goddess of eternal beauty," said Jifar as she shifted around to her head, "Let me aid you in divine duty."

Before she could question what she meant, the giraffe had taken her whole horn into her mouth in a single motion and began to suckle on it. The tingle seemed to bounce back and forth on her spine between her head and her pussy. She had not realized before just how sensitive her horn could be.

"But I thought you wanted a mate," panted Twilight as she looked up at Jifar. Of course, she was a little busy with her mouth full, so she looked about for somepony else to reply for her.

"Mighty warriors have more than one wife," said Opa, "to aid each other in their strife. Sometimes the warrior can demand to have two wives playing at hand. Sometimes when a wife likes a mare, she will have the warrior take the pair. While it may be a sister, friend or lover, the husband might not mind another."

"How... awkward."

"But take not her affections out of place, for a stallion's love they cannot replace."

"So..." she moaned, "Jifar likes me and she wants the two of us to be chosen to stay with the same stallion?"

Opa and Zecora nodded.

"So I take it that a goddess can get married?" she asked.

They nodded again. Since Twilight was looking up at Jifar, she didn't notice that Opa was taking some of the medicine on her fingers and rubbing it deeply on the lower parts of her stomach as well as her crotch. By then, her mouth was openly panting as she get more worked up. The feeling from having her horn sucked on was incredible.

"AH!" she moaned, "I'm gonna cum soon!"

"Now to medicate her bean," said Opa, "now that it can be seen."

Twilight wasn't sure what Opa meant until she started rubbing the cream into her quickly arousing clitoris. It was too much excitement for her to bear any more, so she just climaxed on Zecora's fingers. She could swear that only the dead couldn't hear the moans of pleasure that she put out while she was cumming.

"The medicine's color has changed to a different one," said Zecora, "and now I'm sure that we are done."

"Then somepony please tell Jifar she can stop the erotic sucking on my horn," panted Twilight as she came down. Jifar was pushed back by both Opa and Zecora until her horn popped out of her mouth audibly. "Well this is the most... interesting... medicine I've ever had to take."

Opa helped her sit up, and then stand, while Zecora went off to get something. Jifar stood behind her with her arms wrapped about Twilight's chest as if she needed help to stand, but with their differences in height, it only seemed to serve to push her breasts up closer to her own face. Zecora returned with a large roll of sterile white gauze, one of the few things she regular purchased from Ponyville, and began to wrap Twilight's loins as if making it into a makeshift pair of panties.

"Leave that on for a day," said Zecora, "and then things should be okay. But if you should need yourself to relieve, then wrap it again as I do believe. But if you should get through about two-thirds of the day, it should most likely be okay."

"So all of you mares want to find a nice loving stallion to get hooked up with?"

Other than one snort from the back of the room, all Twilight could see was agreeable nods (except Zecora, of course, who was quite happy living all alone). But then she did notice the looks that were exchanged between Opa and Zecora when they felt the others weren't looking.

"Well, I'm sure with a little more presentable clothing, I could take you to Ponyville and I could show you plenty of eligible stallions. There's many more working the farmlands all around as well."

Opa returned her skirt, which she happily strapped back on.

"In fact, I'm sure there's at least one farm we can stop by along the way with one really eligible stallion that I can think of off hand."

Jifar hugged Twilight from the back like she imagined a large boar (male) of a wild bear would.

"Try not to break any ribs!" warned Twilight, "I'm still using them!"

"It is time to serve the stew," said Zecora with a smile, "I hope that you can join us too."

"If there's enough for everyone, then sure."

Zecora began serving bowls of hot stew along with wooden spoons to all. Soon the place was full of the smells of beach lovage, dandelion, lamb's quarter, nettles and shepherd's purse. But since Zecora had no dining table, the mares had to scatter about the room for places to sit while they ate. Twilight couldn't help but notice that Jifar was sitting as close as she possibly could to where she was. While the rest of the mares chowed down right away, Twilight sat and stirred at her food until she felt it was sufficiently cooled.

As Twilight waited for her food to cool, she did get a better look of some of the other mares (although she was beginning to wonder if calling them mares was doing them justice. The giraffe, for example, couldn't be rightly called a mare).

One of the smaller mares was also one of the thinnest. Her hide was numerous colors in various places. While her back was orange, her sides appeared peach orange, and her front an off white. The peach orange part went up her neck to the lower half of her head. Her hair and mane were orange, and her fairly long ears white with black tips. There was tufts of black hair in the front. A look at her feet told her she had cloven hooves. It seemed odd that while she had some of the smallest breasts, her deep brown nipples were surely among the largest. And when she looked towards Twilight, she could see her shining green eyes.

Then Twilight turned her focus to her food as she started to eat. She began to wonder what Spike was doing while she was waiting for her to return. Spike was turning to those awkward teen years when I he started thinking about mares... in that sort of way. She could tell by the sexy magazines she started to find underneath his bed. Twilight blushed again as she thought about some of the truly raunchy poses that the mares took in order to show the goods off to the reader.

Author's Note

This is my first anthro clop, so I hope you like it.