The Refugees

The Refugees
by neorenamon

"Hey Twilight," suggested Applejack, "Why don't y'all spend the night over here at Sweet Apple Acres? I'm shore little sister, big brother and Granny wouldn't mind the extra company an all."

"Are you sure you have enough room and food for everyone?" she asked back.

"It ain't like yer spendin a month here or nothin," she replied with a grin, "I'm shore big brother won't mind spendin the night with his soon to be bride an all. I can share my room, and Apple Bloom can share hers. The others can be split up among the guest rooms. We'll all work it out somehow."

"I'd be perfectly fine just going home..."

"I told ya it ain't no problem," insisted Applejack.

"All right then," she said as she looked down at her hooves, "Thank you."

"And if it is okay," said Opa, "We wish to work to earn our stay."

"Right neighborly of ya," she replied, "I'm shore there's enough chores around here ta earn yer keep. The south field should have enough unpicked apples left for enough work ta last til dinnertime."

Big Macintosh and Jifar came downstairs, full clothed after their little fun time bath together.

"Hey big brother," she said, "We're all goin down ta the south fields ta finish pickin the rest of the apples. Our guests here wanted ta help out afore we settled down fer the night an all. Why don't y'all take Jifar an Twilight with ya to pick the rest of the Golden Delicious?"

"E-yup."

Taking a lady on each arm, he lead them out behind the house to gather some buckets and a few other needs before they headed off into the field.

Spike rushed up to Applejack, grabbing her arm as he pleaded, "Let me work with Bakabaka!"

"If that's all right with her an all," she replied.

Bakabaka smiled at Spike and Applejack.

"I reckon that's a 'yes' ta that, Spike."

Spike took her hand and led her out back.

"There is news of home to speak about privately," said Zecora as she looked at Opa, "so we shall pick the apples that we can see."

"That all is fine with me."

"If folks like you I had known," said Opa, "We may well have not left our home."

"Right kind of y'all ta say."

So Opa and Zecora made their way out back as well.

Twilight looked at the remaining mares, none of whom she had paid any special attention to before.

The first might have been mistaken for a unicorn except for the fact that her horn was curved instead of straight combined with the fact she had a second smaller curved horn just above her nose. Everything about her was an auburn brown in color, including her eyes and tail, which seemed more like that of a lion than one from a pony. Her mane was especially full and curly as it spilled over her shoulders and down her back. The legs ended in broad cloven hooves. While her chest was about average, her hips looked like she could easily give birth to a late term foal. Applejack hadn't even heard her say anything up til then.

"Howdy Miss," said Applejack as she offered the strange mare her hand.

She looked back at her hand without moving.

"In these here parts," she said evenly, "we all shakes hands ta be friendly like."

At that, she shook Applejack's hand.

"So what all is yer name?"

"Kimbuala is what I'm called," she replied, "an Abada as I recalled."

"Well, it's nice ta meet ya."

"And I believe you're known as Applejack? Thank you again for the snack."

Granny walked by and grabbed Abada's hand as she said, "Now don't ya send'em all out to tha field. I could shore use some help about the kitchen with all them thar mouths ta feed. This filly looks like she could be really handy like." She lead the young mare off towards the kitchen.

"All right Granny," replied Applejack as she moved on to the next mare.

She was a Taupe brown all over, and built even sturdier than Jifar, but she seemed to be the least friendly one that Applejack had seen so far. While no more than 6', she surely matched Big Macintosh in overall weight, and most of it appeared to be muscles as well. She had large and heavy horns for a mare which curled upwards to points just above her ears. In fact, they were good sized for most of the bulls that Applejack had seen around Equestria. Her ears were broad like leaves, and her eyes were about as black as they could be. While her bust might have looked more impressive on somepony less massive, it did seem to pale in comparison to the size of her chest and ribcage.

"So what all might yer name be?" she asked.

"ACACIA," she replied in a deep throaty voice.

"Huh, I was expecting a longer answer than all that."

"NO."

"And what kinda folk are ya?"

"WATER-BUFFALO."

"Well alright then. I reckon y'all can help me move some big rocks outta the way down where we all are gonna be plantin the new apple trees inna southwest corner later in the spring an all."

She nodded. The heavy sounds of hoof-falls followed her out the back door.
...

So Big Macintosh, Jifar and Twilight walk south as he pulled a cart behind him. While Jifar walked right next to him, Twilight walked behind them and slightly off to their right. She looked at their back as they deeply kissed each other. It was too much for her to watch, so she looked elsewhere until they spoke.

"Gracious, sugar-wookums," he said, "Just how long is that thar tongue of yers?"

She simply stuck out her tongue for him, and when Twilight looked, she easily guess that the part sticking out of her mouth was a good nine inches long and a deep purple in color. It was easily the longest tongue she had ever seen.

"Being married ta you is shore gonna be all kinds of fun," he chuckled as he stuck his tongue out at her.

She surprised him by wrapping her tongue more than three times around his own and apparently without even trying hard. Twilight found that she needed to look at somewhere else again. Judging by their sounds, the two went back to kissing each other with quite a bit of noise from both.

Then she squealed as large hands latched onto her breasts from behind. She had no idea how something as large as Jifar could move so quietly when she felt like it. When her head snapped around, she all but ran right into Jifar's lips and the kiss she was placing on her own lips.

"Jifar here says she all wants her goddess ta live with us," said Big Mac as he scratched the back of his head.

Twilight was surprised that he tongue really did feel so large in her mouth. She was rendered speechless.

"But y'all doesn't have to..." he said awkwardly, "If'n ya doesn't want to... have ta live with me an all."

'No no!' she thought, 'I'd love to live with you even if you never want to have me around!' But she couldn't speak with a mouthful of giraffe tongue.

She watched him turn and walk away.

Even as Jifar broke the kiss, she thought, 'Darn! It's too late to say anything... again.'

"Nothing could make me so happy," she said in her ear, "than having a goddess living with me."

'But I can't live with them... I can't force myself on them... if he doesn't love me too.'

Neither of them seemed to notice the tears welling up in the corner of Twilight's eyes.
...

Opa and Zecora went in a direction slightly different than the others, heading off in a more south-westerly direction. It wasn't long before the lost sight of the others as well as moved out of their hearing range. Suddenly, Opa placed her hands on Zecora's shoulders and pushed her back into a tree trunk. She entwined their hands together and pushed Zecora's back until they were well pass her head. Moving in closer, she engaged the zebra in a full throat and mouth kiss. As she pushed her back, the okapi stepped in until her breasts were pushing upwards on the zebra's. She was pressing so hard on Zecora's breasts that they popped right out of her red tube top.

A few minutes passed until they parted.

"I was running out of things to do," panted Opa in Zecora's face, "to get some time alone with you."

"The same thing had occurred to me," said Zecora softly, "because with you I do wish to be."

The okapi leaned in to nibble at the zebra's neck as she leaned her head back. She then stuck out her long purple tongue and wrapped it about one of the zebra's ears.

"But I feared how the others would stare," sighed Zecora, "if they knew how much I preferred a mare."

"Then you surely know my shame," panted Opa, "within the land from which we came."

"I know not how much different Equestria may be, as there are not many mare couples I see."

"But it seems a mare has a right to choose, so I shall stay here where it's harder to lose."

"Would you wish to live with me in my hut so ever free?"

"I am happy as I can be," she panted into Zecora's ear, "that you would so honor me."

Zecora leaned in and nibbled at Opa's ear.

"You have surely bewitched me with your boundless beauty."

"It would surely be a shame," panted Zecora, "if I did not admit the same."

"Then I shall tell the others of our arrangement so they shall not feel estrangement," answered Opa, "that I shall apprentice under you to learn the ways of medicines and potions too."

"That answer shall not be hard to try, as it's surely not a lie."

"And with Jifar not so far away, there is no other place I wish to stay."

"Surely we talk too much little Miss," replied Zecora, "so let us seal the deal with a kiss."

Opa required no further encouragement as the two deeply kissed each other again.
...

Spike walked along beside Bakabaka as he stared at her with puppy-dog eyes.

"So I guess you like Zap Apple Pie even more than I do?" he asked her to break the ice.

"That pie is surely the very best," she replied, "of all the pies I've had to test."

"Wow," he sighed, "that's amazing."

She glanced back at him as she said, "It is surely plain to see that you try to flatter me."

"Oh no," he replied, "If I was flattering you, I'd say you were the prettiest mare I've ever seen in my life."

"This must be some kind of test. Is this some joke that you jest?"

"No way!" he said back.

"How can you like me when I'm so small?" she said with a light blush as she looked away, "and hardly have any tits on me at all."

"Actually, I think they're just perfect," he gushed, "I can't imagine breasts any more perfect than those."

She turned and lifted her shirt, showing her modest breasts with their huge nipples. "Surely you cannot want me when this is all there is to see?"

He stepped up and wrapped his arms about her chest as he cried, "STOP IT! STOP PUTTING YOURSELF DOWN LIKE THAT! YOU'RE TOTALLY BEAUTIFUL! I SWEAR!"

She put her arms about his back and began to weep on his shoulder.

"I wonder if this can truly be," she sobbed, "that this could be love and not pity. No warrior wanted me as their wife. I thought I'd only have friends for life."

"At least you're beautiful," he sighed back, "I'm a dragon and no mare wants to marry a scaly skinny freak like me."

"But you are handsome as I must say," she sniffed, "someone with which I would want to stay."

The two of them closed their eyes as they hugged each other tightly for a long while. By the thumping in her chest, he could tell that she had a huge heart for someone who thought that they were so small.
...

As the sun began to set, Applejack looked over all of the apples they had picked. While a number of them were too late to be good enough, more than what she expected turned out to be perfectly fine. Even the bad apples were good for seed and feed for the farm critters. And she could always send some over to Fluttershy for her needs.

"Well I reckon y'all done earned yerself a real hot homemade meal fer yerselves!"

Granny nodded. "With Kimbuala's help and magic, it's gonna be a real humdinger of a dinner too!"

"Magic huh? Are y'all related to unicorns?"

"Not related as I can see," replied the Abada, "unless most distantly."

"Well come on in an eat yer fill," replied Granny, "and then we can all work out the sleepin arrangements."

"Oh, I don't reckon that all is gonna be to hard," replied Applejack, "An did Apple Bloom get alla her homework done?"

"I reckon she did, but all that chicken-scratch don't mean a whole lot ta me."

"Oh, yer smarter than ya let on, Granny," she giggled, "I know y'all have those glasses ta read an stuff."

"I read a few recipes now and then, so that don't really count so much."

"It all counts, Granny," she smirked, "It all counts."

The group began to file into the house.