The Refugees

The Refugees
by neorenamon

So after eating, Twilight looked about to consider her options. She knew that Zecora had suitable clothing to go to town, although she could well remember the one time she came into town while everypony was still scared of her wearing naught but her a loincloth and a smile. After the various events with her, and coming to realize she was both wise and not dangerous, Rarity gave her a number of outfits to make her look more presentable when she came to town.

Between her and Rarity, they managed to convince the Zebra that while openly showing one's breasts was taboo out in public, it was quite acceptable to suggest what lay beneath the clothing. It was even all right to show a lot of skin, including the cutie mark if one had it, and a number of stallions were indeed fascinated by Zecora's tribal sun marks.

"Zecora," she said, "How many outfits did Rarity give you?"

"With all of those colorful outfits that Miss Rarity gave to me," replied Zecora, "I can change then about three times each day you see."

Zecora pulled out a number of boxes containing tube tops, sleeveless shirts with frilled collar, lacey blouses with short frilly sleeves, blouses with a single shoulder strap, girdles for lifting and supporting the breasts, and a few other things that no one could really identify. Each style and pattern came in at least two sharply different colors or patterns as well.

There was also a number of skirts in various lengths, cuts, styles and colors, including mini-skirts, knee-length straight skirts, frilly skirts that were short on one side and went down past the knees on the other, and even a few work skirts with small pockets. They most had loops for belts, and some had places on the inside were one could attach garter belts. Like the shirts, each came in at least two different colors.

"Well I'm sure with a little work, they should work for most of the other mares here. It should be more than enough to take you all to town without making too much of a fuss." Then she glanced at the giraffe's chest as she added, "But a couple of you will have to have makeshift tube tops. With some gauze and some berry juice, I'm sure I can make something. It's lucky I read a book on the subject. Don't worry about the materials, Zecora. I promise I'll buy replacements for all of them."

"Do I appear to be worried?" she replied as she giggled, "We are not so hurried."

So between Zecora and Twilight, they managed to make crude outfits for all the mares. The grape-stained gauze needed some time to dry out before it could be used. Jifar insisted that only Twilight should be allowed to wrap and cover her motherly breasts as much as Twilight practically could, and she surely seemed to enjoy it way too much.

But once they were all dressed, they met up in front of Zecora's hut. Zecora and Opa had shoulder bags with a few things they might need, but did not give any details other than a few oiled cloth skins to hold water or other things they might need to drink along the way.

Looking at the sun, she could tell it was still before noon, so there was plenty of time to hike to the road, and make their way to Sweet Apple Acres before the sun threatened to set. If the Apples decided not to provide hospitality, which Twilight doubted as she knew Applejack fairly well, there was still time to get to Ponyville.

They hiked for a few hours until they got to the road, and then turned mostly north-east towards the farm. Once they were on the road, it was barely a mile before the sign that said "SWEET APPLE ACRES" came into view.

"Well," said Twilight, "This place is called Sweet Apple Acres." She waved her hand about at the orchard and all of the tree they could see. "For obvious reasons." She noticed that a number of trees on the west side of the road were loaded with ripe red apples ready to be picked. Glancing back, she noticed that of all the mares, the Giraffe was all but drooling as she looked. She giggled as she said, "I'm sure the Apples won't mind if you have a few." Her horn glowed as about dozen apples glowed, and then floated over to the collected mares, making sure a few of the largest apples all went to the eager hands of Jifar.

Jifar shoved the apples into her mouth whole (with stems and leaves) before Twilight could say anything, and then her moans of pleasure told her pretty much everything she needed to know about what she thought about their taste.

"Ah to make this fruit mine," moaned Jifar, "This fruits does taste so divine."

The others didn't seem to be quite an thrilled by the apples as Jifar was.

"They're called apples. Come on," she said, "There's even more wonderful treats waiting for you ahead."

They walked up the road to where they could see the main house, the barn, and the storage sheds that held the apples until it was time to take them to market.

"That's funny," said Twilight as she glanced from building to building, "I don't see Granny Smith anywhere around. She might be in the house. Why don't we..."

She suddenly heard something from the barn. It seemed like voices, and movement. More than one, most likely.

"Go check the barn. There might be some ponies in there."

They walked towards the barn as Applejack's voice became clear.

"Y'all know ya ain't never gonna find a mare built like you," she said, "an I don't know why y'all have to be lifting all those weights all'a'the time when your chores keep ya nice and fit."

Then they could hear grunts that couldn't be from any mare.

"Just a second," said Twilight, "Wait here while I see what's going on. This shouldn't take long."

She stepped ahead towards the barn with it's open doors. Glancing insides, she saw the two she had expected to see.

Leaning against one of the barn support beams was Applejack. Standing about 5' 6", she was very close to the same height as Twilight herself. She was wearing long blue jeans with an orange button down cowpony shirt with brass buttons and a large collar. The shirt matched well her orange hide. Her mane and tail were both blonde, and she wore them tied into a single pony tail, of which her tail waved back and forth slowly as she stood there. She wore heavy oiled boots and her all but trademark stetson hat. The hat was turned down so that her eyes, freckles, or nose couldn't be seen directly. Because of hard work on the farm, she was quite lean and muscular. As a result, her chest was a bit small for her age and size, and Twilight knew that Rarity and Pinkie Pie both liked to tease her about her 'filly's chest'. But she was hardly as flat as a filly, and Twilight sometimes felt bad about how much the work pony was teased about it.

Then she saw Big Macintosh. Even laying down on a work bench, it was obvious he stood about 6' 6" tall, and must have well weighed close to 300 pounds with all of his muscles. His red hide was gleaming with sweat from lifting wights. A wild mane of orange hair formed over his head and neck. With all of his ripped and buff muscles, one could have taken him for some weight lifter like Ahnold Shwartipony. Twilight could also clearly see his green eyes, and his green cutie mark of a large apple cut in half. He wore naught but black shorts. The work yolk was set aside by the bench. Guessing by looks, she figured he was currently pressing 375 pounds, which was not nearly the maximum amount of weight he could bench in one press.

Twilight sighed. She could not help but admire all those... big... sweaty... muscles. The large bulge in his shorts was almost equally hard to ignore. It started to feel kinda warm all of the sudden as she started to fan herself with her hand.

Big Mac grunted as he started another set of lifts. Twilight was so fixed on him that she didn't even notice Applejack looking with her own green eyes.

"Howdy Twilight," she said amiably, "What brings ya out here today?"

"Oh! Ah!" she stammered, "I... uh..."

"Spit it out, sugar-cube."

"I have some guests you might want to meet. There was no sign of Granny Smith on the way up here."

"Granny is taking her nap an all," replied Applejack with her freckles accenting her smile.

"I can see Big Mac is busy, so why don't you come outside?"

"Shore," she replied as she got off the support and walked towards the door. Walking out with Twilight, she could see the collected mares in the middle of the compound. "Howdy y'all!" she said with a wave.

"I'm sure you know Zecora," said Twilight. Then she pointed to the Okapi and said, "I know about Opa." Then she looked around and asked, "Say, where has Jifar gone off to?"

"Did you not hear the sound of the side door opening?" asked Zecora, "It is not hard to hear such a thing."

Twilight and Applejack ran around the side of the barn to see the side door was indeed open, and could only have been done while they were talking and leaving the main doors. They raced over to see Jifar standing at Big Mac's head, aiding him as he held the weights over his head. She looked down into his eyes as he looked back up into hers. Twilight was amazed that Jifar could carry such weight with such little apparent effort.

"Goodness!" called Applejack, "What kinda gal is that?!"

"She's a giraffe," replied Twilight, "and her name is Jifar."

He looked wide-eyed as Jifar took the weight from his hands and set them aside. Sitting up, he stared at her chest and her hips. His mouth was open, and Twilight could almost swear he was drooling just a little bit. Hopping onto his hooves, he stepped towards her as she turned to face him.

As the two faced each other, he had to look up just a bit to look into her eyes instead of her neck. She likewise had to look down a bit to see his eyes.

"I think I am falling in love!" cried Big Mac.

"This warrior is so big and strong," she gushed, "I've been waiting for one like him for so long."

"Big brother!" called Applejack, "Y'all don't know nothin about her!"

"He's a tits, ass and leg stallion," observed Twilight, "Isn't he?"

He stepped up and embraced her tightly. Twilight could see him happily sticking his face between her large breasts as they both felt up the ass of the other with one hand, the other just behind their back between their shoulder blades.

"Stop that!" called Applejack. She moved towards them as Twilight laid a hand on her shoulder to stop her. "What'd y'all stop me for?" she asked as she looked back.

Twilight simply smiled and pointed back. She turned to see that her big brother and the giraffe were hotly kissing each other lip to lip. Their eyes were closed as they enjoyed each other. Then something happened that neither had seen before, and neither was in any way prepared to see.

On Jifar's hip appeared Big Macintosh's cutie mark. Or at least one that was almost identical to his. They could see that his cutie mark was just fine.

"What the hay just happened?!" asked Applejack.

"When a mare experiences love so true," said Opa who had trotted in behind them, "a blank flank can share her mate's cutie mark too."

"I've never heard of such a thing," said Twilight softly.

"True love the likes of which I've never known," sighed Jifar, "Bold warrior take me as your own!"

"E-YUP!"

"Wait!" said Twilight, "She's a blank flank?! Just how old is she?!"

Opa leaned close and whispered something into her ear.

"What?!" she cried, "That's barely legal!" Pausing a second, she said, "Wait! Could she grow even taller?!"

Opa nodded.

Suddenly, Big Mac swept Jifar off her feet, making her giggle, and he bolted for the front doors. As he dashed out, he started hollering, "GRANNY!! GRANNY!! Y'ALL JUST GOTTA MEET HER!!"

Twilight and the others followed him out to run into Zecora and the rest. Their eyes had followed Big Mac towards the house, and their smiles just seemed to say they somehow approved Jifar's choice in mates.

"I've never seen her so happy," said Opa, "The right choice that must clearly be."

"Oh gracious, we better follow an hope Granny doesn't keel over from shock," said Applejack.

Twilight nodded as they followed the love couple. He barely stopped to open the door. "HEY GRANNY!!" he hollered once more.

"Lansakes, Big Mac!" replied Granny, "Yer loud nough ta wake the dead! What'are'ya carryin on... gracious!"

"This here is Jifar!" he said as he slipped from their view, "and she all is my perfect wife!"

"How in the hay did'ya figure that out?"

They dashed on the porch in time to see Granny Smith sitting in the corner of the room in her personal favorite rocking chair. The one she was used to napping on. She was just about the oldest pony that Twilight knew of, outside of Celestia and Luna, but of course, those Princesses surely didn't look their age. Granny Smith did.

With the hump in her back, she barely stood 4' tall, and always had to use a cane if she was going to stand or walk for more than a minute at a time. Her hair had changed from blonde-white to snow white, and her green skin was deeply wrinkled. She was also a tad chunky from baking and sampling all of those apple pies, apple jams, and apple jellies. Her outfit was, for lack of a better term, a full bright green granny dress (with 3 slips underneath her two skirts). With her support bra, her cleavage was raised to something approaching normal, but the one time Twilight saw Granny naked showed her just how far they had sagged over the years. Her narrow glasses were perched over her nose.

"See Granny?" he said as he all but shoved Jifar's hip into Granny's face, "She just got my cutie mark, and that all means she all is my truest love!"

"And by the blessing of the Goddess," added Jafar, "I could have expected nothing less."

"Goddess?" she asked, "What kind'a..." she said as she squinted, "oh, hi, Princess Twilight!"

"So will ya all bless our marriage too, Granny?!" he asked eagerly.

"Well I ain't never seen ya so happy," she replied, "and she sure looks happy as a clam in yer arms like that, so I reckon she's just fine with me."

"THANKS GRANNY!!" he cried as he carried Jifar upstairs, "I LUVS YA!!"

"I luv ya too, ya big galute," she replied.

"Hey Granny," said Twilight with a little smile, "It's been a while. How are you?"

"Oh, I've had some aches in mah hoof that's tellin me it's gonna rain soon. It's almost time to make another batch of Zap Apple Jam Pies. I'm shore I'm taking the blue ribbon for pie bakin at the Ponyville Fair this year... again."

"Granny?" she asked as she leaned close to Granny's ear.

"Yes dear?"

"Is this house built to Princess Celestia's earthquake codes?"

"Why? There ain't never been no..."

The house began to shake as something serious was going on upstairs.

"They ain't wasting no time consummating this relationship," mused Applejack, "and yes, the house is was built ta all of Princess Celestia's buildin codes. My ancestors all made shore'a that."

Twilight laughed nervously as she said, "Well, why don't I bring in the other mares so you can meet them too."

The small mare came in after Opa and Zecora. "I see that Jifar found her mate, so I take it as her fate."

"Say, we haven't been introduced," said Twilight as she shook her hand, "So who might you be?"

"Her name is Bakabaka which is rather swell," replied Opa, "and running and jumping is what she does so well. She is of the Oryx race, and her first tribe had to displace. Many of them were lost to Hyena attack, so we took her in and didn't look back."

"Well, I guess one of you is happy now," she murmured, "Why don't Applejack and I show you around the farm? I take it that Big Mac and Jifar will be... uh... busy for awhile. There's a lot of farm to see."

"And ah'm sure by the time we all is done, it'll be time ta try some'a Granny Smith's World Famous Zap Apple Pie."