The Refugees

The Refugees
by neorenamon

"Oh, our poor aching head," moaned Luna as she came to. The alicorn Princess was laying where she had tripped and run into the wall where it bent at a corner. She was on top of the two dog apprentices, and with their hands bound and muzzles tied tight, they had no way to get out from underneath her. She felt the side of her head where she struck the wall and realized that a lump was growing there. It was going to hurt at least until a unicorn medic could take a look at it.

"We are sorry for being so clumsy," she said as she crawled off them and unsteadily regained her hoofing. But still she had to brace one of her hands against the wall to keep from falling down again.

Once she was off them, the managed to roll onto their knees and bow before her.

"While we would normally jump at the chance to be shown such respect, I believe you should stand now. If we don't find big sister soon, she shall be quite upset with her little sister."

But the two only stood up once she regained their leashes. When she saw their faces, she realized that both of them had been crying, and possibly for some time.

"We thank you for your concerns," she said as she began towing the two of them behind her, "but we are well enough to walk. Come along. Our friends may well search for us even now."

Luna had to shake her head a few times to get her mind back in focus. It had been many years since she had such a sharp pain in her head. The bitch grumbled against her rope muzzle.

"We assure you it is nothing a little medical magic and a good night's rest won't cure," she replied as she looked back.

The male started to whimper something, but instead choked as spit shot from his nose.

"Please!" ordered the Princess, "Speak no more! We shall not see you harmed because of us! Surely there are magics keeping you from telling us certain things, but we swear that your collars shall be removed and their control over you broken!" She paused to take a few deep breaths and added, "Once this is done, we assure you we shall listen to all you have to say."

Things seemed fuzzy as she stumbled down the hall, obliviously passing one cave after another. But nodog came forth to challenge her or the apprentices.

"PRINCESS LUNA!" called Flash Sentry as he rushed up to them, "Princess Celestia has sent out guards to find you! Are you well? We have worried about you so, especially the Princess of the Sun."

As he came closer, he blushed because her dress was so askew, both of her glorious breasts were hanging out openly. He could also see the growing bump on the side of her head.

"We are so sorry to make you... uuuhhh..." said Luna, but she suddenly fainted, falling towards him.

He managed to catch her, sweep her into his arms, and then grab the loose leashes just as they were falling from her hand. Looking down on the royal boobage, he wondered how he was ever going to explain this to Celestia. But still, getting Luna the medical attention she needed was more important than putting her down to fix her top. Besides, seeing the Princess so pretty and yet so vulnerable... was a little wet dream of his... and it had come true.

"GUARDS! MEDICS! Princess Luna requires IMMEDIATE magical attention!" he called as he ran back towards Celestia and her forces. The dogs followed him on their leashes as best they could.
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Now that they had been fed, Big Macintosh looked at the puppy-minded Dash play wrestled with Applejack. Dash had bounced around Applejack and barked until his little sister had no choice but to either play with her or punish her in some way, so she opted to just play with her for awhile and hoped to tire her out.

"So who all has the filly chest now, Missy?" teased Applejack as Dash rolled her onto her back.

Pinning her down by the wrists, Dash simply leaned in and licked her face all over.

"Oh yuck, Dashie!" she coughed and spat, "That just ain't right!"

"Hey!" protested Pinkie, "When do I get to play with her?"

"Somewhere around the 12th of Never," muttered Rarity under her breath.

"What was that?"

"I said, 'It must be much later'," she lied, "We need to get everypony out of here so we can figure out what to do with Princess Twilight, Opa and Zecora." She said that as she glanced from Pinkie to the three stretchers in the corner that the three ponies had been tied down to.

Even with her horn half grown back, Twilight had not shown a single sign of stirring or waking up. It seemed that Opa and Zecora were now in a similar shape.

Sounds from the kitchen caught his attention, so he rushed over to the counter that divided it from the dining room and looked it. He was just slightly relieved that it wasn't an enemy sneaking in, but was also slightly embarrassed that some of the mining dogs were taking yet another opportunity to mate with some of the nursing bitches as they simply lay themselves, or at least the upper parts of their bodies, over the stone-top counters around the edges of the room.

He was about to turn around to give them some privacy when something in the far corner caught his eye. Looking that way, he realized that Spike had tied Bakabaka's wrists together, hung her from a hook over one of the counters, and was looking at her frontally as he banged her with her legs over his shoulders.

Shaking his head, he simply turned and walked back towards Jifar. Glancing at her smile, he said off-hand, "When this here is over, I'm gonna have mahself a marathon matin session with ya that's gonna last us ALL day."

She smiled and gave him a bearhug as she mooshed her own great breasts against his muscular chest.

"Ah just hope that Opa and Zecora there have made it even possible ta bring Twilight back to us. Ah gotta have at least one more chance ta tell her that I luvs her so. Almost as much as I luv you, mah sugar-cube."

"And I should surely have such delight," replied Jifar, "so that you can set things right."

"Them thar dogs sure are casual about when an where they mate," he muttered as he glanced back towards the kitchen area. The sounds were just loud enough for one to realize it wasn't normal kitchen activity that was going on in there, but only if one was paying attention. But none of the other dogs in the room seemed to care that much as they looked into the eyes of one or more potential mates, or other dogs that they had already promised themselves to.

"You'd think they've never heard of bedrooms," muttered Rarity as she slinked on by them, "Now where did Spike and Bakabaka run off to? It's been several minutes since I saw either of them."

He shrugged, and then innocently whistled as he looked away from both her and the kitchen.

She looked at him, sighed, and said, "You know you're not very good at being deceptive." Then she turned and walked towards the counter to look over it into the kitchen area. She gasp as she looked in, and then looked back sharply at Big Mac as she accused, "Oh, you're good. You just wanted me to see this little orgy scene, now didn't you?"

"AH-NOPE," he replied as he continued to look around until he saw Dash still on top of Applejack. He blushed as he noticed that she had gone from licking her face down to lapping at the upper pair of Applejack's breasts, and his little sister was squirming to get out from underneath even as her face grew redder and redder.

He got up, stalked over, and plucked Dash off Applejack with his hands just under the winged half-dog's armpits.

"Are ya okay there, little sister?" he asked as he looked down on her.

"Only mah pride is slightly bruised, big brother," she replied as she propped herself up on her elbows, "but ah swear Dashie here is just plain stronger than I do remember her bein."

"Ah'm sure the Princesses will do what they can to set Dash right," he assured her.

"You know, this would be an awesome time for..." said Pinkie cheerfully.

"No, this is neither the time nor the place for a party," hissed Rarity, "That can wait until we're all out of here and safe."
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Flash rushed Luna back to Celestia. She summoned the Nurses at once to examine the bump on the side of her head. A number of Guards and armed Ponyvillers were all trying not to stare as they tried their best to get a good look at Luna's... huge talents. Of course, they were mostly stallions so it was almost predictable.

"Princess Luna has a very mild concussion," said one of the Nurses. Nurse Redheart if the Princess wasn't mistaken. "Our healing spells should have her fixed up in but a moment." She stood on one side as Nurse Tenderheart stood on the other, and their horns began to glow as their magic spread across and over the body of Luna. The lump on her head began to shrink almost immediately, and her breathing seemed to become slower and calmer.

"She just needs a little rest," agreed Nurse Tenderheart, "and she shall be right as the rains."

"As much as I am sure you love to stare at little sister's boobs," sighed Celestia, "it seems it's time to fix this."

"My appologies," he replied, "but the Princess fainted into my arms before her top could be fixed, and since I was not sure of her condition, it seemed best to get her back as fast as I could and worry about wardrobe malfunctions later."

"Yes, I suppose that was the proper course of action in this case," replied Celestia as she began pulling Luna's top back over her breasts. "but if you don't mind..."

"I would carry Princes Luna all day and all night if I had to," he replied with a smile, "She ain't heavy, she's a Princess."