The Refugees

The Refugees
by neorenamon

Opa awoke in a tunnel of multi-colored rays of light. She glanced over and noticed that she was holding hands with Zecora, so she leaned in and kissed her on the lips. Zecora's eyes fluttered as they opened.

"Do not fear or be full of dread," she said, "but we are on the path to the dead."

"It is a risk we both understood," replied Zecora, "I hope that we can still do good."

"And yet you share this risk with me," she replied, "with no benefit to you I could see."

"To the land of the dead we are not there. Twilight's life we may still spare."

Opa squinted as she looked ahead. "And fortunate we may still be. Her wayward soul do I see."

Zecora also strained to look ahead, but it appeared that they were closing in on a pair of violet wings. Ahead of her appeared the light at the end of the tunnel: The gateway to the land of the dead. They seemed to be gaining on the wings faster than they were approaching the light.

The wings became clearer as they could see the rest of Princess Twilight Sparkle's body. They saw her hooves, legs, tail, torso, mane, and finally her outstretched arms and hands. Soon they were flying just above her.

"Princess Twilight!" called Opa, "We so delight!"

She looked up and said, "Hey, what are you two doing here?" Twilight rolled over onto her back, and they noted that her naked body now seemed perfect and beautiful beyond compare.

"I think that we are surely in your head," she replied, "to keep you away from the land of the dead."

"Land of the dead? Don't be silly. When I get to the light, I'll just wake up in my own bed. This whole silly nightmare will soon be over, and I can read a book while I wait for Spike to wake up."

"The brilliant light must you spurn!" cried Zecora, "From the light shall none return!"

"Now that's just old filly tales. When I wake up tomorrow, I'm coming over to your hut to get a rash on my crotch and pussy fixed. I'm sure we'll all laugh when I tell you about this."

"Our very souls are now with you!" cried Opa, "If you die then we do to!"

"That makes no sense at all. Why would you risk your lives like that for a stranger like me?"

"From the land I come you see, the life of a goddess is not taken lightly!"

"You must use your magic and mind to keep on track," agreed Zecora, "to save us all and bring us back!"

"I keep telling you I'm no goddess!" she shouted, but then paused to add more softly, "Wait, how could I keep telling you this... unless I've already been to your hut... and told you that already!"

"And your itch was cured already," replied Opa, "Clear your mind to keep yourself steady."

"You did treat me! I remember now! That cream made me tingly all over my crotch, pussy and vagina! I remember cumming on Zecora's fingers!"

Her life flashed before her eyes until that terrible moment when while she was being raped by Rover, her cracked horn was fully broken off by him. That's when she first entered the tunnel of light beams. That's when she started heading to the light to find her way out.

"Why does my life matter to you? You two could have lived together in love for the rest of your lives! I could have died in peace and not hurt anyone else!" Her voice was choking up, and tears were welling up from her eyes.

"We could not just let it be," said Opa, "when Jifar's pain was so plain to see. The was no choice but to get you back so that you might live with her and Big Mac."

"That is why we risk out lives," added Zecora, "for the things that love strives."

"You shouldn't have tried!" said Twilight in a strange voice, "I should have just died!"

Opa looked at Zecora, and said, "That is surely not our way, so with you we choose to stay."

The three of them hugged as the tears streamed freely from their eyes. Their cutie marks all glowed brightly as Twilight's changed into a tribal representation of a great bright star surrounded by at least a dozen more tiny ones. Her purple arms and legs became covered with even darker purple stripe markings like those on the arms and legs of both Opa and Zecora.

"Now I must surely try," she said forcefully, "to see to it that WE DO NOT DIE!"

Her arms wrapped tight about Opa and Zecora's torsos as her wings turned against the way they were travelling, and then began beating hard as they began to move back up the tunnel and away from the alluring light they were headed for.

"The power of a goddess do I finally see," said Zecora softly, "as she resists the power of death for three."

"I sure would not know what to do," she replied, "without the sacrifice attempted by you."

They looked ahead to see the black portal that they came from, and the tiny lights that filled it beyond like a million stars against the night sky.

"The souls of the living do call us back," said Opa, "the light of their souls we must track."

"Then we surely cannot be sad!" called Zecora, "for our strength we shall surely add!"

Wings of pure light emerged from the backs of Opa and Zecora, and somehow all three pairs of wings beat as one without interfering with each other. In spite of the increase in their speed, the black portal did not seem to draw any closer.

"This may surely be a bumpy ride," called Twilight, "without help from the living side!"

"Then do not despair or be blue!" replied Opa, "Our true friends shall know what to do!"

"I have hope that at least I know," said Zecora, "that Twilight's death did we at least slow!"

Twilight suddenly cried out in pain, but she kept her wings beating with the others.

"Can this be?" asked Zecora, "A vision that you see?"

"We must hurry back on the double," she replied, "for I fear Luna is in deep trouble!"

"We may sing a different tune," said Opa, "should our friends not save us soon!"

"I believe in our friends!" cried Twilight, "They shall see our nightmare ends!"
...

Luna awoke to a dark room covered with silk pillows. Her body was on its side with her wings folded down. She could see the light of the moon through the windows. All about her was naked bitches staring at her from the pillows they lay on.

"This is surely a strange dream we are having," she sighed, "but we have no time for this. We must awaken!"

Her horn glowed, but nothing happened.

"Something blocks our magic. It keeps us from waking up."

She sat up and realized by her bare large breasts that she was buck naked. The bitches began to crawl across the pillowed floor towards her.

"Welcome to the kennel, bitch!" said a strong voice all around her.

"A nightmare cannot harm the likes of us!" called Luna as the closest bitches began grasping at her hands and hooves, "We are the Princess of the Moon and Dreams!"

Dog arms erupted from between the pillows, covering her arms, legs, wings and torso as they threatened to drag her down into them. She could see the hands covering her muzzle as they grabbed a hold of her horn.

"You're just another bitch now!" taunted the voice.

"I AM A PRINCESS OF EQUESTRIA!!" she called as the hands tried to keep her mouth closed.

Bitches began piling on top of her as she was dragged down through the pillows. The world grew darker as her face was covered by squirming bodies.

"YOU CANNOT HAVE US! BIG SISTER WILL NOT ALLOW IT!"

"You are now and forever a slave of the DIAMOND DOGS!"

"NOOOOOO!"
...

Once untied, the Shaman's apprentices carried the unconscious Luna back deeper into the mine-fortress to the secret ancestral shrive chamber of the Dogs as they Shaman himself followed behind. As they walked, he used a graphite stick from the little pocket inside his vest to blacken her horm from base to tip as he chanted softly. With the horn blackened so, he knew she could surely no longer use her magical powers, but it would have no effect on what he planned to do to her.

They laid her out on the stone altar, and then used copious amounts of rope to bind her arms, legs and wings until she was all but immobilized, plus using more rope to form a tight muzzle as well. He had nothing he needed to hear from her lips for a while. She only had to listen to him. Soon, she would only truly listen to the likes of him. She would only have ears for the beliefs of her new masters among the Diamond Dogs.

The male and bitch apprentices were sent to sit in the corner to watch their master work after they closed the massive doors to the shrines and dropped the wooden bar in place to lock it closed. He didn't seem to notice or perhaps just didn't care to see the tears they were crying for Princess Luna. They both knew that they were powerless to help her. Not unless a serious distraction overcame his control, and they just didn't see that happening any time soon.

He took a fine brush, and an ink well, taking great care to begin covering her whole body with dozens of small dog runes that continued to grow into the hundreds as he worked from her face down towards her hooves.

"If you think this is special, you should see what I'm going to do to that pink schlemiel!"