The Refugees

The Refugees
by neorenamon

The Shaman looked about at all of the ponies (and dragon) that just bust into his cave, and realized he might have a small problem on his hands. They interrupted a powerful spell he was casting, and when he looked about for the warriors that were supposed to be in there with him, they were nowhere to be seen.

"DAGNABBIT!!" he cussed as he raised his staff and vanished in a flash of light.

Fluttershy rushed to Dash's side, picking up the upper part of her body as she held it immobile against her.

"Oh no," she cried softly, "Dashie... What's wrong with you?"

Rarity picked herself off the fainting couch and walked over. She leaned over to examine her, and announced, "It's not her, but that collar. It's an obedience collar. I've seen them before."

"What can we do?"

"Well, I've seen these being used before. Ah, if only Twilight were here," she sighed as her horn glowed, "but I think I've read the spell to... counteract their control..." She touched her horn, drew a glowing spark off it, and then touched it to the collar. "Dash, I free you of all previous commands!" she said with authority.

Dash suddenly sat upright and licked Fluttershy's cheek.

"Oh my," said the shy Pegsus as she released her.

Once free, she began to bound around the room on all fours.

"What's with her?"

"I think it's part of the spell that was being cast on her," replied Rarity, "It seems to have some deep effect on her mind."

"But what can we do to..." But she was cut off as she suddenly gasp softly, "Oh my! That nose is cold!"

Rarity noticed that Dash had come up behind Flutters and shoved her nose right under her skirt. It was well known that she didn't care for wearing panties. Yet when she clamped both hands over her crotch, she all but assured that Dash's nose was being pressed right into her mareslit.

"Ah! No licking! No licking!" Her cheeks had flushed bright red.

"Just let go," said Rarity forcefully, and when she pulled her hands back, commanded, "Dash! Sit! Stay!"

Dash backed up and sat down in the sand just like a dog would. Her legs propped her above the sand just high enough to keep her mareslit from getting all sandy. Now that she was sitting and panting, they could clearly see the three additional pairs of teats running down her chest and stomach.

Fluttershy turned fast and gave her The Stare, but Rarity only let it go a second or two before she grabbed her shoulder and made her look away.

"It's not her fault!" protested Rarity, "Who knows what that spell's done to her. She's obviously not in her right mind."

Slowly turning back, she could see the wide eyed stare of Dash as she quivered in fear. It also was obvious that she just took a piss in the sand.

"I'm so sorry," she said as she offered her open palm towards her nose.

Dash leaned forward, sniffed the hand, and then licked the palm.

"This is going to take some work to get her back in her right mind," said Rarity, "I better keep her under control until then... for her own safety, of course." She looked at Dash and simply said, "Heel bitch."

Dash came over to her side and sat again. The others raised an eyebrow at the way the unicorn tailor had addressed Dash. Rarity pulled a leash from her sleeve and attached it to the collar.

"You have a cat," noted Flutters, "Why do you..."

"Not important right now," came her curt reply, "We need to secure the others and get out of here."

"Can't she walk?" asked Spike.

"We must assess her in kind," said Bakabaka, "as we don't know her state of mind."

"That's right. I'm just guessing. It's not like my cutie mark is about magic or anything. But since the other dogs walk about on two legs, it may take a little training to get her back to that... level of ability... as well."

"Are you alright?" asked Flutters as she looked in Dash's eyes. She looked at Rarity as if she were waiting for permission.

"Speak," said Rarity.

Dash barked a few times, cleared her throat, and then said cheerfully, "I'm alright, Mistress Rarity!"

"Very well," she replied, "You must stay at my side at all times. If you stray, you shall be punished."

Dash whimpered like a scolded pup.

"Obey well, and you'll get a treat later."

She smiled. Her new canines were visible protruding from just under her upper lip. In fact, all of her teeth appeared to be sharper and more dog-like.

"This is awkward," sighed Spike as Rarity tugged on the leash, and walked out of the cave with Dash on her heels.

"While it's hard to know how this fully came to be," said Bakabaka, "it surely must be quite the sight to see."

"If Dash has the mindset of a pup," asked Spike as he took Bakabaka's arm, "Then won't she..."

"Dash?!" asked Rarity from outside, "What are you stopping... EW!"

"Never mind," sighed Spike as he walked hand in hand with Bakabaka.
...

Meanwhile, Big Macintosh was in the most serious bare knuckle fight of his life with the larger and heavier Mongrel. Being a little smaller and faster, he was able to land more blows on the dog than he was against him, but the larger dog's blows seemed to sting just a little more. He was aiming high at the dog's head while the dog's blows were mostly into his chest. The dogs were loosely circled around the two of them.

The two had been going for quite some time, so they were both a little punch drunk. The bruises were also starting to show on their bodies.

"Stop playing around, Mongrel!" snarled Rover, "Finish him off already!"

When Mongrel raised his hands and put them together for a double fisted overhand blow, Big Mac slipped in and punched him upwards into the jaw as hard as he could. The larger dog stiffened and fell over backwards.

"Glass jaw," muttered Big Mac. He looked around at the slack jawed dogs and said, "I all won this here brawl, some I'm'a takin my gals and..."

"You go nowhere, foal!!" snarled Rover, "Everyone jump him NOW!!"

"Y'all shouldn't gone and said that..."

There was a guttural roar as half the barricade exploded outwards and one enraged giraffe came barreling right at them. The dogs looked on in fear before they broke ranks and ran away.

"Stay and fight, cowardly curs!!" screamed Rover at the one fleeing.

"Go gettum, sweetie pie," he sighed as she started punching the lights out on any dog that remained in her way. While she did her thing, he spat some blood from his mouth into the sand spilling out of the nursing cave.

Then he found himself swept up in Jifar's arms as she asked, "My love gave me such a fright. Is my darling love alright?"

"Oh please, sugar-cube," he said with a smile, "I got mahself beat up a whole lot worse than this on the playground when I was a colt. It ain't nuthin..."

She cut him off with a kiss to the lips.

"That's... A MONSTER!" whimpered Rover as he lay on the floor.

"Tie'em up, fellas," called Big Mac back into the nursing cave, "We got us some bargainin chips over here!"

The miners came out and tied up the defeated warriors, with Rover getting tied the worst. Even his trap was tied shut as well. Jifar was totally content just to snuggle with her love and future husband. He wrapped his nearest arm about her shoulders even as her motherly breasts lay across his chest. The view certainly seemed to agree with him.
...

The Dog Warriors hardly paid attention to the sounds from the Shaman's cave, but when they were done screwing the bitches, they came out to find that the main part of the cave was empty, and that their new pet was gone along with the Shaman.

"What a jerk!" snarled one dag, "That was supposed to be MY bitch!"

"Maybe he's not as old and past sexual needs as he lets on," suggested another dog.

"Well if he's banging her," called another, "He's not doing it in his own bedchamber!"

"Something smells like week old raw fish," he muttered as he scratched his chin, "Maybe some of those intruders have already broken in from another way."

"But there's nothing at the back, and just pizza delivery..."

"What pizza delivery?!"

"Well, this pink mare came by with a dozen..."

"YOU IDIOT! That was an INTRUDER!"

"Oh..."