"Alright. Bet!"

Chapters

Prologue
Smolder
Yona
Silverstream
Ocellus
Spill. The. Tea.

Prologue

"Well this is nice. Can't say I've ever been to a sleep over before, but it's been pretty enjoyable so far," said Ocellus, a cup of warm herbal tea in her hooves as she rested comfortably atop a large pillow.

It was late into the night, and while just about everyone in Twilight's Friendship school was sleeping in their beds, Ocellus, Silverstream, Yona, and Smolder decided to have themselves a little girls only slumber party. The doom room they were in, shared between Yona and Smolder, was shrouded in darkness, and the only source of illumination came from a lantern that the four friends were huddled around.

"Mm. It's okay. Yaks do it better, though," Yona replied, her blanket falling off her back as she sat up.

"Uh huh, sure they do, Yona." Having finished the last of her energy drink, Smolder flattened the empty can against her forehead, then tossed the tin disk in the direction of the trash can. It didn't make it in, yet she didn't want to make the effort of getting up to correct that mistake. After shrugging to herself, Smolder looked back to the others, only to then look to Silverstream incredulously when she caught the hippogriff pressing a can to her face. "And uh, what are you doing?"

"That was cool! I wanna see if I can do it," said Silverstream. With that, Silverstream then tried to force the can against her face. There was visible strain in her effort, yet all she succeeded in doing was groan through her grit teeth.

Smolder thought it was funny at first, but soon she decided to intervene before her friend ended up hurting herself. Quickly, she swiped the can from Silverstream, then said, "Well for starters, Silver, try emptying the can first, otherwise you'll end up rattling what little brains you have left."

"Oh, was that it?" Silverstream chortled, her beak spread into a bubbly smile as she rubbed her face. With how hard she was pressing that can, there was most likely a ring-shaped indent beneath her fur. "Sorry, no can do. Energy drinks have, like, a ton of sugar, and I'm not supposed to have too much. Something about me being hyperactive as is, but what do doctors know anyway? Oh hey, you wanna talk about boys?!"

Everyone else was taken aback by that. They looked to one another in joint confusion, almost as if seeking confirmation that they all heard that correctly, then turned back to the eager hippogriff.

"Gee," said Smolder. "With how you made that jump from A to Z, I'm starting to think those docs were on to something."

Silverstream hopped onto her legs, her wings flaring and the fur and feathers around her neck and chest fluffing up as if offended. "What, as if! All I'm..." Silverstream paused. She took a moment to calm herself, and once she was all collected, she folded her wings, then sat down before continuing. "All I'm saying is that this is a girls only sleep over, right?"

"I don't see a dick in here, do you?" Smolder put bluntly.

Meekly, Ocellus raised her hoof. "Um, I can form one if I change--"

"Not the point!" Silverstream interrupted. "What I'm trying to get at is, what's the one activity that always happens at sleep overs? ...talking about boys, duh! So come on," she tossed a pillow onto the floor before the lantern, then allowed herself to fall flat atop it, "let's get on with the juicy gossip. Who's got the hots for who, hmm? Lay it on me~ Oh oh, I'll even go first." Bringing a claw to her chin, Silverstream pondered for a moment. "Let's see... Oh, there's this cute seapony back home who--"

This time, it was Silverstream's turn to be cut off.

"Whoa, hold on," said Smolder. "If we're doing this, then it has to be someone we all know. Otherwise, this guy you're gonna gush about could be someone you totally made up!"

Ocellus was the first to notice a problem with that plan. "But... the only boys we all know are Gallus and Sandbar."

"Yak sees no problem with that," answered Yona.

Smolder looked to her, then blinked. "Wait... So we just talk about which one we like? Sandbar or Gallus?"

"Oooh, this could be fun!" cheered Silverstream, clapping her claws. "So come on already, spill. If I had to choose, I'd say I like... mm... Gallus."

"That was fast," said Ocellus, stunned. "You barely even put any thought into it."

Silverstream shrugged. "What can I say? Sandbar's full pony, and I'm already half pony. Gallus, though, he's what the folks back home would call exotic~"

"But... you're both half eagle," Ocellus pointed out, to which Silverstream was quick to defend herself.

"Yeah, but I'm not half loin!" Silverstream brought her claws to her cheeks, suddenly appearing more gleeful. "Boy, if I had the opportunity to rub my claws all over those kitty flanks of his, I'd make him purr."

"I can see it," added Smolder. "Not the purring part, the... Well, not to dis Sandbar or anything, but these ponies look too soft for my liking. It's because of this that I'm gonna go for the one that at least has claws."

With that said, Smolder moved over and sat next to Silverstream, the two immediately giving each other a fist bump.

"Um..." With all eyes now on her, Ocellus suddenly felt shy. "If... if I want claws, I can just turn into something that has them. Sandbar is a gentle soul and he gives off this warm, comforting presence, so I'm gonna go for him. Plus, I'll have to admit that I find him kind of handsome."

"So you go for the gentle feelsy stuff then," said Smolder. "I can think of more better, awesome reasons to like a guy, but whatever. What about you, Yona? You've been mostly quite so far. Gallus or Sandbar, pick."

Silverstream's curiosity was obviously piqued, as she visibly perked up. "Oooh, yeah, who do you like, Yona?"

"That easy. Yona pick Sanbar," was Yona's answer, her delivery all nonchalant.

"Oh great," said Smolder. "Let me guess. You like his 'gentle spirit', too.'"

Yona shook her head. "Yona don't care about spirit, Yona likes Sandbar better because Sandbar is earth pony. Earth ponies stronger than griffon. Not stronger than yak, of course, no one is."

"Hmm. I haven't really seen Sandbar preform any amazing feats of strength before, but earth ponies are known for their physical power and fortitude, so I guess it'd make sense for him to be stronger than Gallus," said Ocellus. "Alright, so we're two for two, then. Yona and I like Sandbar, while Smolder and Silverstream like Gallus. It's an even split."

"Yeah, well, now that we've gotten that out of the way, let's get down to the real questions." Sitting on her knees, Smolder moved towards the lantern, then leaned over it as she held a playful smirk. "If you were alone with either Gallus or Sandbar, and you two were rutting, what would--"

Aghast, Silverstream gasped. "Smolder!"

"What?" Smolder said, half shrugging as she turned to Silverstream. "This is a sleep over, right? Just what do you think comes after the boy-talk? It won't be an in depth discussion about knitting, I can tell ya that. Besides, earlier you had no problem talking about feeling up Gallus's... what did you call them again, 'kitty flanks'?"

With a deep blush on her face, Silverstream turned her head and cleared her throat out of embarrassment. At that point, Ocellus spoke up.

"I don't know, Smolder... Talking about which one you like and why is one thing, but saying what you'd do with them in an intimate setting is another entirely different thing."

Staying quiet, Smolder opted to stare at Ocellus for a spell. As to what the dragon was thinking at that moment, no one could even hazard a guess. After what seemed like some internal deliberation on her part, Smolder then folded her arms over her chest and leaned back.

"Oh, I get it," said Smolder, closing her eyes before giving a self-assured nod. "You don't want to dish out any knitty gritty details 'cause you're sure you won't even be able to charm Sandbar into wanting to getting freaky with you in the first place."

"What, that wasn't what I said," Ocellus shot back, more than a little offended.

Not wanting to show how pleased she was that Ocellus, possibly the one whose the most level-headed out of all of them, took the bait, Smolder cracked open an eye and looked to her. "Oh, so you're saying that you can then? You can get Sandbar to shack up with you--without changing your form, I might add?"

"Wait... you want me to get him to... with me... in my true form?" Ocellus felt nervous. Yes, her true form shared some pony-like traits, but most ponies tend to focus more on her insect qualities. She was initially confident that she could get Sandbar to sleep with her if she changed her form to one he found attractive, but as herself, she wasn't so sure.

Smolder nodded. "Yup. No changing. You do this as yourself, otherwise it'd be cheating. Still think you can even accomplish this?"

Ocellus gulped. "O-of course I can! And what about you; you seem overly confident that Gallus would even want to touch you."

"Pfft," Smolder sounded with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Have you seen me? Look at me, I'm a bombshell! Gorgeous figure, polished scales, filed claws and teeth, what's not to like?"

Ocellus narrowed her eyes. "Again: Over. Confident."

Smolder laughed. "Oh, is that so? You care to make this a dragon's wager then; put your pride where your mouth is?"

"A what now?" asked Silverstream.

"A dragon's wager," Smolder repeated. "I guess it's just called a wager in these parts, so you should already be familiar with it."

Just then, Yona, who has mostly been observing, spoke. "That sound interesting! What rules of wager?"

Smolder smiled excitedly at Yona; the turn out was better than she expected. "Oh, you want in, Yona? That's cool, the more people in, the more interesting this'll be. And you, Silverstream, you game?"

Smiling brightly, Silverstream clasped her claws together. "Sure, sounds fun!"

"Well alright," Smolder said with a grin. "So then, let me go over the rules real quick. Don't worry, they're simple: we'll each be acting independently, and our objective is to get the guy we said we liked to sleep with you. That means Silver and I will try to sleep with Gallus, while Ocellus and Yona will try to get with Sandbar."

"And how would we even prove that we went through it with them? Are we gonna play this by the honor system?" asked Ocellus.

"Honor system, pfft," Smolder replied with another dismissive wave. "We'll invite them to next week's sleep over, that way we'll hear it straight from their mouths if we did anything with them."

"Alright," said Yona. "And what does Yak win?"

"Oh yeah, what do we win? Are we betting bits?" asked Silverstream.

"Bits? As if!" said Smolder. "This is a dragon's wager, so we'll be competing for the one thing dragons care about, something that they sometimes kill for."

"Gems?" proposed Ocellus.

"Treasure?" guessed Yona.

"Princess sacrifice?" added Silverstream.

"Nope," Smolder answered with a shake of her head. "We'll be competing for bragging rights. Winning means you're not all talk when it comes to getting it on with someone, and losing means that you'll be forever dateless."

The rest of the girls looked to one another, almost as if gauging the others reaction to see if the prize was one worth winning. Moments later, going on nothing but facial cues, a consensus was made and the three nodded almost in unison.

"Alright, I'm in," said Ocellus, placing her hoof over the lantern. "I won't need to change form for this, and I don't think I can wait a whole week to rub this in your face."

Silverstream followed suit, as she placed her claw over Ocellus's hoof. "Count me in too."

"Yak will win. Yak best at seducing," Yona added, placing her hoof over Silverstream's claw.

That just left Smolder, who placed her claw over the lantern without any hesitation. "Well alright then, the game is set. I suggest getting some sleep now, ladies, 'cause starting tomorrow is when this whole shebang starts."

Smolder

"Well this has been one boring evening," said Gallus, muttering to himself.

The blue griffon was laying on his bed, playing with a paddle ball to alleviate some of his boredom as he stared up at the ceiling. He didn't know what was up with the day he had. It wasn't a bad day--just the start of another ordinary weekend at the School of Friendship--it was just surprisingly uneventful for once. He wanted to hang out with his friends like he usually did, but the girls were being strangely distant with him. Something told him that if he was brought up sometime during their sleep over the night prior, then they weren't talking about how awesome he was. To make matters worse, his roommate Sandbar just up and disappeared sometime around noon, leaving him with no one to talk to!

Not doing the trick like he hoped it would, he set the paddle ball aside, then looked up at the ceiling some more. Gallus was bored, truly and utterly. There was still a good hour or two left before the time he usually goes to sleep, and he was kind of hoping to occupy his time doing something before then. If there was one thing Gallus was sure of, however, it was that, where ever Sandbar was, he was undoubtedly having a better time than he was.

Just then, before Gallus could fall into a boredom-induced coma, there was a knock at his dorm room's door.

"Yo, Gallus, you in there?" he heard Smolder call out from the other side.

Gallus had never scrambled out of bed so quickly in his life. He would have stumbled and fallen flat on his face had he not caught himself in time. Not wanting to seem overeager to have company over, Gallus stopped before the door, then took his time to smooth out his feathers and fur. Once that was done, it was then that he finally opened the door. Standing out in the hallway was, to no surprise, Smolder, only she had a bag draped over her shoulder.

"Oh, well hey, Smolder," he said, acting all cool and collected. "What brings you around?"

Hand on her hip, Smolder replied with, "Nothing much. Brought something cool with me that I thought you'd like to see. You got a minute?"

"Mm, I don't know..." said Gallus, rubbing his chin as he pretended to seem uninterested. He looked to the paddle ball now on the floor, then back to Smolder before following up with, "I'm really busy right now, buuut--"

Smolder shrugged. "Alright, fine. Another time then." She turned to her side and began to walk down the hall, much to Gallu's dismay.

Panicked that his one chance of socializing for the night was getting away, Gallus stepped a claw out into the hall. "W-wait!"

Smolder stopped and looked over her shoulder at him. She then raised her brow, patiently waiting for him to continue.

"You... you didn't let me finish," he said, nervously rubbing a claw at the back of his head. "Like I was saying, I'm really busy, but seeing as we're good chums and all that, I figure I could squeeze some time for you."

Smolder faced forward, allowing herself to grin triumphantly. She then made sure to wipe it off her face before turning to him. "Well geez, man. You should have said that sooner then. I'm assuming this means I can come in, then?"

"Sure," Gallus said with a nod. He stepped back into the room and held the door wide for her.

Accepting the invitation, Smolder walked through the door before Gallus closed it behind her.

"Alright, so what's this thing you want to show me?" he then asked.

"Oh right! Let me see here..." Sticking her tongue out the side of her mouth, Smolder reached into her bag and began to blindly rummage through it. Moments later, she drew out what she was looking for, uttering, "Ah ha!"

Gallus eyed the item in Smolder's claws curiously. It appeared to be a spherical object, no bigger than a snow globe, seemingly made of obsidian and glass. It pulsed a bright orange and red color, and inside appeared to be a gaseous flame of some kind.

"Cool," he said unenthusiastically. He took the item into his claws, and immediately he noticed how warm it was to the touch. "So uh, what is this, exactly?"

"This," Smolder answered, swiping the orb back, "is what we dragons call a brimstone. We use them to light up our caves, and they're much neater and more convenient than torches."

Gallus's eyes were half-lidded; he wasn't impressed. "Huh... Neat. So you came all this way to show me, what, a nightlight?"

"Oh come on," said Smolder, giving his shoulder a friendly punch. "You'll change your tone once you see this baby in the dark. Why don't you turn the light off and I'll show you."

"Alright, whatever," Gallus said with a shrug before going for the light switch.

With a flick of the switch, the room went dark, save for the dim, fiery glow being cast on the walls.

"Huh. It's brighter than I thought it'd--"

Right as Gallus was turning back to Smolder, he heard what sounded like glass shattering, followed by Smolder uttering "Ah shit. Whoops..."

Right away, Gallus turned the light back on. There he saw Smolder standing there, black chunks and glass shards scattered beneath her. In the center of mess, a red mist spread out before quickly dissipating.

"What happened?" he asked, hovering off the ground to avoid stepping on the glass.

Smolder's reply was swift and to the point. "I tripped."

"Aw geez, was it the paddle ball? Never mind, I got to clean up this mess." After swiftly grabbing the broom and dustpan by the waist basket, Gallus started to sweep up some of the glass, only to then stop when smelled something.

It was faint at first, almost ignorable, even. However, that smell gradually grew stronger and stronger until it was an overpowering stench. Gallus dropped the broom and immediately covered his nose.

"Oh go-- What is that?" he demanded.

"What's what?" asked Smolder. Unlike Gallus, she was completely unfazed by the odor.

"You don't smell that!?" he questioned, nearly gagging in the process. "Smells like... like rotten eggs and molten rock!"

Smolder tapped her chin in thought, then came to a conclusion. "Oh, that's probably the sulfur that was inside the brimstone. I forgot how sensitive the noses of non-dragons can be. Don't worry though, just leave the windows open and the smell should all be cleared out by morning."

This stench clings for that long!? Gallus thought, not daring to shout that out loud for fear of the smell forcing itself down his windpipe.

Gallus held his breath, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. He couldn't take it anymore, the desperate need for fresh air was growing larger and larger by the second. Panic soon set in, which compelled him to fly over to the window and open it before sticking his head out to take a large breath of fresh air.

"I can't... can't sleep here..." he wheezed between breaths.

Smolder walked up beside him and placed a claw on his shoulder. "Lucky for you then, you don't have to."

"Wha?" Gallus said, turning to her.

"You can stay in my room tonight," said Smolder. "Yona went somewhere and said she wouldn't be be back until sometime tomorrow, so her bed's free."

Gallus blinked, stunned. "Wow, that's... convenient..."

"It is, isn't it?" She then nudged his shoulder with her elbow, saying, "So, you gonna crash with me or what? I mean, it's the least I can do after causing this mess."

"Gee, I don't know. Isn't everyone in this school assigned a roommate of the same gender?" He felt comfortable voicing his concern, but that wasn't the only one. It's just that, whenever Gallus was in Smolder's presence, it was always with the group. Staying the night in her dorm would possibly be the first time they'd be alone together.

"Hey," Smolder raised her arms up nonchalantly, "it's either my offer or sleeping out in the hall or something." She knew the offer alone probably wouldn't be enough to coax him into accepting. Luckily, she knew what would. "Mm, less you don't want to 'cause you're chicken. Awww, widdle Gallus 'fwaid of silly wules? Come on, man, the teachers aren't gonna find out that you spent one night in our room. Eh, and here I thought you were cool."

It was at that moment, when Gallus's expression hardened, that Smolder knew she got him hook, line, and sinker.

"I can be cool." Realizing what he said, he cleared his throat and reiterated himself with, "I mean, I am cool! Fine, I'll accept your stupid offer, but only because you owe me for this! Just... give me a minute to pack some essentials before we head over there."

With that said, Gallus inhaled a large quantity of air, then held his breath as he braved the room. Smolder, on the other hand, leaned back against the window, a small smirk on her face as she watched the griffon go through his drawers.

"Take your time, Gallus, take your time. After all, the night is still young."

"So this is your room, huh? It's..."

"It's... what?" asked Smolder, having noticed his pause. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked at Gallus.

Having stopped his scan of the room, Gallus met Smolder's gaze and smiled nervously. "Nothing! Was just gonna comment on how it isn't that much different from mine and Sandbar's. Because you and Yona share this, I thought it'd be more... you know, girly."

Smolder laughed. "Ha, that's rich! Yona and I--girly. Maybe Yona thinks she is in her own yak kind of way, but I'm way too awesome for that crud."

Gallus smiled. "You know what, that's why I like you. You're a rebel, like me. Pound it, bro."

"Aw yeah!" Smolder cheered, bumping Gallus's extended fist with her own. Immediately after the fist bump, however, it dawned on her. "Wait... bro?"

Gallus nodded. "Yeah, I always feel like I can relate with you. You're like one of the guys, you know?"

"Eh... yeah." One of the guys... That's good, right? Smolder thought.

Setting the knapsack he brought with him down, Gallus unzipped it. "So," he said as he began to search through it, "which bed am using?"

Shaken from her thoughts, Smolder took a second to process what he said, then acted accordingly. "That one," she said, pointing to the bed on the right. "Um, you're not planning on going to sleep yet, are you?"

Still searching, Gallus shook his head. "Nah. Just want to get brushing my teeth out of the way before I forget."

"Oh, good," Smolder replied, relieved. She couldn't win the wager if he didn't have sex with her, and she couldn't make him lust for her if he was asleep. Smolder was confident of her body, so she was sure seducing him wouldn't take much effort.

"So," she then said in a sultry tone, placing her hand on the desk next to Gallus's head before leaning forward. "You, uh, feeling like doing something before bed? I'm down for anything~"

Without even looking up from his knapsack, Gallus gave his reply. "Mm... sure. Yeah, I'm game. Though nothing's really coming to mind."

Smolder's smile faltered for a second. Gallus didn't even look at her... No matter, she thought, she'd just have to turn the heat up a notch.

"Hmm, gee, I don't know either." She flopped herself on to her bed, then laid on her back. "One thing's for sure: I've had a pretty stressful day today, and I'd just love to unwind somehow~"

With that said, she began stretching on the bed, her legs slayed wide apart as she flared her wings beneath herself. Resting her head atop her hands, Smolder stayed in that position. Any second, Gallus would turn in her direction and immediately get an eyeful of her exposed pussy.

After a few moments of silent waiting, Gallus finally turned to her. Unfortunately, rather than getting the desired reaction she wanted from him, Gallus instead blinked at her, then looked back to his bag as if he saw nothing out of the ordinary.

Smolder was stunned, her jaw dropped and eyes widened in shock. Nothing! He didn't do anything--didn't say anything! Smolder began to question her sex appeal, only to then realize something. Unlike mammals, which have their vaginas as a vertical slit, a dragon's was horizontal, as well as neatly tucked between two scales in the groin area. Additionally, Gallus was crouched while searching his bag, so he couldn't see her vagina because her scales hid it from his view!

Immediately, Smolder ruminated on how to correct her oversight. She could try moving over to sit at the bed's corner that was closest to him, but she feared that that would give her intentions away too easily. For the sake of her dragon pride, she wanted to make him beg her for sex, not the other way around. Because he was so dense and clueless to her earlier, less provocative signals, however, she felt that the only way to achieve that was for Gallus to catch a glimpse of her nethers. Maybe then he'd be reminded that she was a female who'd be more than willing to have a little fun with him.

Whatever Gallus was looking for in his knapsack, he hadn't found it yet, so that meant Smolder had some time to figure out a solution. Try as she might, though, the best she could come up with was to reach her claws down to her groin and spread her lower lips apart so her vagina would be impossible to miss. The act was very embarrassing for her, something made apparent by the reddening of her face, but she already somewhat planned out what she'd say if he looked over and questioned what she was doing.

'Wha-- Smolder, are you... touching yourself?' he'd say, his face probably more beet red than her own.

Smolder's response would be something cool, something smooth... something like, 'Yeah, and what of it? Is there a law against it? If it bothers you so much, why don't you come over here and do something about it. Bet you won't, though. I bet you'll run out of here from the mere sight of a dragon's pussy.'

Smolder knew how prideful Gallus was. Just a little bit of egging, and he was sure to dive right onto her bed just to prove her wrong. Of course, she was confident events would play out like that if he just looked in her direction.

With bated breath, Smolder laid there, her fingers holding her entrance open. She was excited, but mostly nervous, as she had never exposed herself in such an risque manner to another creature before. Her heart pounded in her chest as she waited. Seconds turned into minutes, and minutes into hours until finally...

"Hey, uh, Smolder," Gallus said, slowly rising from the floor.

Smolder flinched for a second at the sound of his voice, but she quickly steel herself. "H-hmm?" she uttered.

Gallus was now standing, but still looking away. She knew that would change in a few seconds, though. He'd soon turn to her to ask what he wanted to ask, and then he'd finally see her exposed entrance; finally see that she was not just a bro.

After a pregnant pause between the two of them, Gallus began to turn to her. It was at that moment, however, that Smolder's apprehensiveness got the better of her, forcing her to withdraw her hands and slide them swiftly under her head at the last second. Much to her own shame and chagrin, she also crossed a leg over her knee for good measure.

Finally facing her, Gallus eyed Smolder and cocked his head, almost as if noticing something was off. Smolder forced her usual smile, though she felt as if she were sweating, and she prayed that he didn't notice her blush. After a spell of silent starring, Gallus pointed a claw at a door close to the entrance, then spoke.

"So, that's the bathroom and not, like, the closet, right?" To hit home as to why he was asking, Gallus raised both a toothbrush and tube of toothpaste secured in his claw.

Her smile quivering, Smolder nodded. "Y-yeah. Just go ahead and use it already. You don't need my permission."

Gallus shrugged. "Wasn't asking for permission. Just didn't want to look stupid, but, whatever."

With that said, Gallus walked into the bathroom and Smolder tried to smother herself with her own pillow.

Smolder couldn't sleep, as she was much too upset. After Gallus was done brushing his teeth, she made several more attempts to entice him, only for each and every one to end in failure. Instead, all they did was play a few board and card games together before finally turning in for the night.

Distraught, that's what Smolder was. It seemed that, no matter what she did or say, Gallus just saw her as one of the guys. She was fine with that, and in a way still is, but she always figured that that wouldn't get in the way of her natural allure and charm. Smolder always believed she could attract a guy in a snap if she just put in a little effort--in fact, that was one of the main reasons she even suggested the dragon's wager in the first place with the girls! It was dragon nature to show off something one has that others do not, and she was looking forward to lording that over her friends. If she had to go back and face them at the next sleep over, with nothing to show for it, she would die of embarrassment.

Nothing was looked more down upon than a boasting dragon whose unable to back up their claims.

Her brows knit with anger, Smolder turned to the object of her frustrations, which was fast asleep in Yona's bed. If Gallus wasn't so oblivious, they'd both be doing something much more fun than sleeping at that moment, and Smolder would be ahead in the bet. Little by little, Smolder's anger and resentment grew, spilling over with her pride until she came to a decision.

If Gallus was too much of an idiot to read Smolder's clues, then fine, she'd just have to take on a more direct approach. With her mind made up, Smolder healthfully slid out of bed and planted her feet on the floor. Being cautious, she stayed seated and, for a minute straight, simply observed Gallus's slumbering form in the shadows. Once she confirmed that she hadn't roused him in the slightest, she made her move and began tiptoeing over to his bed.

Upon reaching the foot of it, Smolder double checked that he was asleep, then climbed atop it. Once she was on it, she crawled towards Gallus, doing so on her hands and knees as to evenly distribute her weight and not cause any noticeable shifts on the bed. Before long, Smolder was hovering over Gallus, her predatory eyes shimmering in the soft moonlight as she stared down at him.

Gallus looked peaceful in his sleep, the griffon totally unaware of Smolder's close proximity. He was helpless, and completely under Smolder's mercy. After licking her dried lips, Smolder grasped the end of his blanket and began to slowly peel it back. Aside from a few facial twitches, as well as his tail lazily wandering once it was freed from the confines of the blanket, Gallus gave no reaction.

Before long, the blanket was fully pulled back, leaving Gallus completely exposed to the night air and Smolder's sight. Gallus was revealed to be sleeping on his back, his paw-leg giving a soft kick at nothing before growing still. With all time in the world, and no one guaranteed to interrupt them at that late hour, Smolder took her time scanning Gallus's body. So far, he looked just about the same sleeping as he did awake, so Smolder didn't know what she was expecting. Once her eyes traveled south, however, that's when she noticed something new, her face growing warm upon seeing it.

To be fair, Smolder never had an up close view of his belly before, so it made sense why she never saw his genitals until then. To her confusion, however, all she saw were his balls, which were blue and covered in fur. Where she thought his penis would be, was instead a stubby, equally fluff-covered bulge with an opening on the top. It took her a moment or two, but Smolder eventually realized what it was. It seemed that dragons and griffons had more in common than she thought, as both the males of their species had internal sheaths for when their penises weren't in use.

Now that she had a good idea as to where Gallus's penis was, Smolder had to figure a way to get it out. The penis of a male dragon would always withdraw from their internal sheaths whenever they were aroused, but she wasn't sure if griffons operated the same way. It was at times like this that she wish she had the talking encyclopedia Ocellus to give her the answer.

Regardless, Smolder knew she wouldn't find out unless she tried. With that in mind, she swallowed any lingering reservations she still had, then took her claw and tentatively reached for Gallus. Very carefully, she rested her hand on his belly, his soft fur tickling the scales on her palm. She felt his warmth, the subtle rising and falling of his breathing; they were sensations that half tempted her into giving him a belly rub. Smolder successfully fended off that urge, however, as that wasn't why she snuck over to his bed for.

Getting back on track, Smolder slowly ran her hand down Gallus's belly, her claws grazing through his fur. Gallus didn't react in anyway, which Smolder attributed to him being a heavy sleeper. That was good, she thought with a grin on her face, as it'd make things easier for her going forward.

She continued sliding her hand down Gallus's body, her palm feeling up his bulge before going even lower. She came to a stop once she reached his balls, though, her clawed fingers cupping and lightly grasping the two furry orbs as she examined and played with them. As she did so, a mischievous thought occurred to her.

Still playing with his balls, Smolder moved over to his groin, then lowered her head before giving his bulge a few playful licks. Gallus reacted that time. His face twitched, a soft groan escaping his beak as he turned his head. To Smolder's pleasure, he hadn't woken from that.

Emboldened by how much she was getting away with, Smolder upped the ante. She ran her tongue over his balls, switching between kissing and licking one orb, then the next. Her enthusiasm soon bore fruit, as the pointed tip of Gallus's penis poked out from his sheath. Unlike the rest of his body, it was fleshy red and lacked fur of any kind. Smolder didn't know what the rest of it looked like, seeing as most of it was still within him, but she was curious to find out.

Deciding to focus most of her efforts on drawing out the rest of his tool, Smolder ran her tongue upward. Her wet appendage left a moist trail over his balls and across his bulge before coming into contact with the fleshy bulb. With that done, Smolder began giving the tip the same treatment she gave his balls, licking it while giving it the occasional peck.

Gallus groaned and tossed his head a second time, more and more of his mast revealing itself only to be met by a wet tongue. Moments later, due to Smolder's ministrations, the entirety of Gallus's penis was fully coaxed into revealing itself. It's length was proportioned to his body yet a bit on the generous side, starting with two bulbous glands located at the base (something she recognized as a knot) before ending at the spearhead-shaped tip.

Staring at his spire, as well as being close enough to directly breath in its musky, masculine scent, Smolder couldn't help but be turned on. She closed what little distance there was, peppering his knotted base with kisses and brushes of her tongue. As Smolder did so, her hand, almost as if acting on its own, slithered down her own body before finding her groin, where she ultimately began fingering her wet pussy.

Smolder moaned as she ran her tongue upwards, tracing it along the underside of Gallus's member. That proved to be a mistake on her part, as Gallus, having heard her voice and felt its vibration through his penis, was finally stirred from his sleep.

"H-huh?" he groaned, forcing his tired eyes open. Right away, the griffon noticed that his blanket was gone, and although his vision was blurry and had yet to adjust to the dark, he could make out an orange shape in the moonlight between his hind legs. Gallus rubbed his tired eyes, then stared intently at the orange blur. Little by little, its form came more into focus until... "S-Smolder?! What are--"

Smolder wrapped her claws around his warm, pulsing rod, giving it a modest squeeze and nearly causing Gallus to squawk out in alarm. Before he could do so, however, Smolder reached up with her other hand and held his beak shut.

"Not a sound," Smolder growled lowly, her shining slit-eyes shining as they stared into his. "Here's what's gonna happen: I'm going to do this, and you're just gonna lay there and enjoy it. You got that?" Gallus didn't answer, much to Smolder's annoyance. "I said..." she squeezed his member even harder, uttering, "You. Got. That?"

Gallus swiftly nodded, whimpering through his shut beak. He could feel his heart beating through his erection he didn't know he had until then, and it was painful. Satisfied by his response, Smolder released both his ends. Gallus breathed a sigh of relief, Smolder situating herself more comfortably between his legs. With that done, she reaffirmed her hold on Gallus's mast--much gentler this time--and neared her tongue for another lick. Right as her tongue was about to make contact, however, she stopped, as the aching in her nethers had grown too much to ignore.

"You know what. Forget what I said about just laying there, " Smolder said. She crawled onto his stomach, then turned around and angled herself in a way that had her privates in his face. "Try returning the favor. I'm using my tongue, so use yours, too."

To drive her point home, Smolder wrapped her lips around Gallus's penis head, then slid them down until she had half of his length engulfed in her mouth. Her tongue began coiling around his hard meat as she suckled, Gallus's spine tingling from the pleasurable sensations, rendering him dumbstuck. Moments into the deed, Smolder noticed the griffon's inactivity, which prompted her to introduce his penis to her fang tips.

Drawing in breath sharply, Gallus looked to the impatiently wiggling dragon rump before him and subsequently understood the ultimatum he was being given. Gallus swallowed dryly, then stuck his tongue out as he craned his neck towards it. It was difficult for him to spot an opening, due to it being hidden between scales and him still being somewhat tired, but once he found one, he locked on it. Slowly his tongue neared, until...

"Gah!" Smolder gasped in surprise, the griffon's erection slipping from her mouth as her body shivered.

Gallus pulled his tongue back, then tried to look over the side. "Wh-what? You didn't like that?"

Smolder gripped the fur on the inside of his thigh, then replied with, "That was the wrong hole, dingus..."

"Wait, you mean..." His eyes widened, and he looked back to what he just given a long stoked with his tongue.

Slowly, Smolder nodded. "Yeah..."

Gallus blanched.

After a lengthy, awkward silence, Smolder spoke.

"Just... don't do it again. And go a little lower."

Wanting to put his blunder behind them, Gallus did as told. He set his sights lower, beneath her tail-hole. There he found a pink, fleshy crevice between her scales, complete with an engorged clitoris. Gallus felt incredibly embarrassed that he hadn't spotted it sooner...

Smolder whacked Gallus's forehead with her tail, signifying that she was getting impatient. Getting the message, Gallus placed his claws on her flanks, then spared no time before diving straight in. Gallus's tongue laid siege on Smolder's pussy, assaulting her lower lips and clit with broad licks while occasionally delving into her tunnel. With that last error still in his mind, he had a lot to make up for.

Smolder was pleased so far with Gallus's reciprocation so far. His wet tongue brought a cooling effect to her burning loins, as well as intense pleasure. Forgiving his transgression, Smolder brought her attention back to the standing phallus right in front of her. She held it straight with her hand, then gave it a few laps of her tongue and kisses before burying most of it in her mouth. She brought her head up and down along the pulsing member, humming around it as she sucked.

Not wanting to be outdone, Gallus withdrew his tongue from inside Smolder, then wiggled his tongue in and around her vulva. Once his tongue found her clit, Gallus secured it with his beak and gave it a teasing pinch. Smolder's body tensed, her hot breath enveloping Gallus's penis as she gasped out. Delighted by her reaction, Gallus gave it a few more pinches, his tongue lapping at her nub and his claws rubbing up and down her flanks as he did so.

The teasing proved to be too much for Smolder. She was unable to focus on her own efforts because of it, her actions being reduced to nothing more than a sloppy blowjob. Even worse still, her pussy begged to be filled by something hard and rigid, and Gallus's soft tongue just wasn't going to cut it. Not like in the way his mast in her mouth could...

Having reached her wits end, Smolder got up, her privates being yanked away from Gallus's face. Before the griffon could question what she was up to this time, Smolder turned to face him, then straddled him at the waist. After placing one hand on his chest for balance, she lifted herself up a bit, then reached down to his groin with the other.

"Grrr, hold still," she growled impatiently, trying to align Gallus's penis with her entrance. In her haste, she ended up further aggravating herself, as his tip brushed through her saliva-coated folds in her failed attempts. Moments later, however, after a bit of trial and error, she finally had their privates lined up.

Wasting no time, Smolder began lowering herself, moaning into her claw as Gallus's hard member was being accepted inch by inch by her warm, moist tunnel. An intense heat slowly enveloped Gallu's dick, causing him to shut his eyes and grit is teeth; he didn't know when he moved his claws, but he found that they were at Smolder's waist, aiding in her decent. Smolder continued to slide down Gallus's length, not stopping until her folds rested on his semi-swollen knot.

Smolder paused, her breathing shaky as she paid attention to the rhythmic throb of the mast deep inside her. Gallus turned out to be larger than she estimated, as the tip of his spear was prodding at her womb's entrance. Once Smolder slightly adjusted to the foreign heat and girth in her, she started to slowly raise her hips.

As Smolder withdrew Gallus's rod from her, her body was being wracked by overwhelming pleasure. Fearful that she might make unnecessary noises that might get them heard, she bit into her claw, her breathing turning sharp as she continued to rise. Once only Gallus's tip remained within her, Smolder reversed her direction, taking his member back in.

Over and over Smolder repeated the steady rising and falling of her hips, with each new set being slightly faster than the last. Before long, Smolder was practically bouncing atop Gallus's groin, the poor griffon unable to do anything other than hold her hips as she rode him. It wasn't long before Smolder had become drunk off the pleasure that came with their joining; she stared forward as if in a haze, both her claws gripping Gallus's chest fur tightly, and her tongue lolling in her mouth. With how much she was enjoying herself, she had almost forgotten Gallus was beneath her.

For knows how long, Smolder continued to bounce, trying desperately to reach higher and higher planes of pleasure. Because of this, it came as no surprise that Gallus sensed his climax swiftly approaching.

"S-Smolder," he uttered, trying to will the inevitable back. "I'm... I'm gonna cum!"

"Me... me too!" Smolder declared, a subtle, wet slap being heard as she picked up the pace of her hips.

Throwing all caution to the wind, she began slamming her hips down, taking in Gallus's length all the way to the knot before rising them quickly and doing it again. Gallus didn't mind being used in such a way, as it was equally pleasurable to him as it was to her. However, he was a little concerned by the fact that his knot was being forced inside her bit by bit. The cause for that was most likely Smolder's excitement, which had dribbled down to his knot, coating it in her natural lubricant. He didn't want to spoil her fun, but he felt he had to warn her.

"S... Smolder, slow down a sec. You're..."

He was too late, as Smolder brought her hips down. Hard. That was all the force Gallus's knot needed to fully slip into the dragon's already tight entrance before swelling to its max. The rest after that natural instinct taking over. He pulled her hips down, while at the same time bucking his hips upward.

Smolder found that she couldn't move her hips anymore, but that was an afterthought compared to what was happening inside her. Her pussy lips had stretched to accommodate Gallus's knot, and his penis tip had invaded her womb. Seconds later, she felt it begin to violently throb before unleashing volley after volley of his hot seed inside her. That intense pleasure, the inviting warmth flooding her belly, that was enough to finally push Smolder over the edge. She arched her back, drool running down the side of her mouth as she, too, came. Smolder's release mixed with Gallus's, though due to his knot forming a tight seal, it had nowhere to go.

The two remained locked like that, gripping onto the other as they rode out their highs. Moments later, it was over; Gallus's head fell back onto the bed and Smolder fell onto Gallus. They both panted, working to desperately catch their breaths while feeling the other's racing heartbeat grow still. As they did this, Gallus, as if acting out of reflex, moved his arms around Smolder. Once his breathing had calmed down, Gallus spoke.

"So... what was that all about?"

Twirling a finger around his chest, Smolder was glad that Gallus couldn't get a good look at her reddening face. "Wh... what? Is it a crime for a girl to have a little fun. And that's right--a girl, not a bro."

"What was that last part?" Gallus asked.

"N-nothing!" said Smolder. "Anyway, you can quit hugging me. It was cute a minute ago, but now It's getting kind of weird."

"Right, about that..." Smolder tried to lift herself, only for Gallus to then say, "Ow."

"What the?" Smolder questioned. "Dude, you already came inside me, so pull out already."

Staring at the ceiling, Gallus gave his reply. "I... can't. Griffon biology: after sex, the knot stays swollen inside the partner for... You know, I don't actually know how long."

"Wait?" Smolder looked up to him, stunned. "You're telling me that we're gonna be stuck like this for a while longer? But I want to go to sleep already!"

"Then go to sleep," said Gallus before yawning. "I was sleeping on my own just fine when you decided to sneak over, so you figure out how you're gonna do it."

It seemed that Smolder had no choice, as she felt her own exhaustion creeping in. "Fine! Just... stop cuddling me. Dragons don't hug or cuddle."

"Not doing either of those," Gallus said, shrugging. "My arms are just more comfortable right there. Anyway," he gave another yawn, "goodnight."

Gallus shortly fell asleep, leaving a very upset Smolder atop his chest. She managed to get herself ahead in the bet, but now she was forced to bear her present humiliation. She was dead tired, but she didn't want to degrade herself by hugging Gallus. To her displeasure though, she couldn't see any other way to get comfortable, so she was eventually forced to give in. As she laid her head down and wrapped her arms around his chest, one last thought occurred to her before she too went to sleep.

Okay, maybe hugs aren't all that bad...

Yona

Out of all the ways Sandbar envisioned spending his afternoon, waking up next to Yona on a train going to who knows where certainly wasn't one of them. Sandbar had difficulty lining up the exact order of events, as it all happened so fast. One minute he was heading back to his room after having breakfast with Gallus, the next he's being dragged off to the train station by Yona. The young yak in question wasn't forthcoming in any details, choosing to keep Sandbar in the dark even after she had forced him to board the train with her.

Some time after the train left the station, Sandbar, having failed to extract from Yona so much as an inkling of an idea of where their destination was, rested his head against the window and closed his eyes. He meant to only rest for a minute or two, but ended up falling asleep altogether. An unknowable amount of time later, he was awoken by the cabin's rattling.

Sandbar slowly fluttered his eyes open, only to be shocked to discover an endless expanse of white outside the window. He stared out the glass for a moment or two, utterly perplexed by what he was looking at. It took him a while to piece it together, but he eventually came to a sound conclusion: the white outside that seemed to be covering the entire land, it was snow. If Sandbar wasn't that worried about where they were going before, he was now.

"Eh, Yona," he said as he turned to her, trying to prevent his nervousness from fully revealing itself. "Um, I know I asked this a lot earlier and you didn't want to answer then, but... where are we going?"

To his surprise, Yona was more than inclined to answer him this time around, and with excitement, no less. "Pony and yak going to best place in all of world--Yakyakistan!"

Immediately after hearing that, Sandbar's eyes bulged out of their sockets and his jaw dropped. He thought she wanted to go to Canterlot or one of the big cities; never did he expect her to drag him to the Frozen North! "Wh-what? Yakyakistan!? Why there, and why drag me of all ponies along with you?"

"Pony very loud, and forgetful," said Yona.

In response, Sandbar tilted his head to the side. "What? What do you mean forgetful?"

"See, pony forget," Yona replied, shaking her head. "This for what pony teacher Applejack want us to do."

Sandbar knit his brows and blinked. He hadn't a clue as to what she was saying. "I'm sorry, Yona, but I still don't get it. What does Professor Applejack have to do with--" Just then, it clicked. "Wait... are you talking about the assignment she gave us? The one where we're to write about our hometown?"

The corners of Yona's mouth pointed upwards and she nodded. "Yes! Now pony remember!"

"Oh Yona," Sandbar said, his fears easing somewhat, and his expression softening. "The assignment just asked of us to write about our hometowns. We don't actually have to go there to do that."

Yona gave another nod. "Yak know. That why yak bring pony to Yakyakistan."

"Heh, why?" Sandbar laughed. "It's not like I'll be the one writing your assignment for you."

"No. That exactly it," Yona said. "Pony writing assignment for yak."

Sandbar fell silent. He stared at Yona, then blinked. "Ex... excuse me?"

"What Yak said. Pony writing for yak," Yona answered, holding her head up proud.

Sandbar felt like he was going nowhere with her. "Okay, yeah. I understand what you mean, but like I was saying: why?"

"Yak..." Yona rubbed a hoof at the back of her neck, then looked away as she then said, "Yak not very good with pony words. Yak words is best words, but Applejack pony no accept. Need pony to write pony words for yak if to do assignment."

"Oh, you mean like translating?" asked Sandbar.

Yona turned back to him and once again nodded. "Yes. Yak show pony around Yakyakistan. Yak tell pony many great things about home and pony take notes. Later, pony will turn notes into assignments. Will be like yak's own words... only in pony. So, pony Sandbar help?"

Sandbar turned away from Yona and looked out the window. Off in the distance, he could see gleaming buildings of the Crystal Empire, and the craggy mountains of Yakyakistan even farther beyond that.

Placing his forehead against the chilled glass, Sandbar sighed, then gave his answer. "Why not? I'm already out here, and it's far too late to go back anyway..."

Some time later, the train came to a stop. Unfortunately for Sandbar, however, the final stop was the Crystal Empire and not Yakyakistan like he originally believed. No, instead he learned that in order to even set hoof in Yona's home, he'd have to traverse up the snowy mountain where it was located. Among the myriad of things he didn't expect to do that day, hiking was one of them.

After making some quick purchases at a Crystal Empire shop for some proper snow apparel and gear, Sandbar was following closely behind Yona as she lead him up the mountain. Sandbar had to lug around a whole assortment of packs and equipment, while Yona wore nothing and jumped around the snow like the cold didn't bother her in the slightest. The benefits of yak fur, Sandbar supposed.

The climb was perilous, a journey marred with a whole slew of dangers such as frigid winds, unsteady footholds, and the possibility of a yeti attack; Sandbar hoped she was joking around about that yeti attack, but she didn't appear to laugh when he did... Finally, though, the two made it to the top of the mountain, Sandbar falling onto his knees before the yak gates.

The pony's hooves ached and he was out of breath, and he was thankful to finally being given the chance to rest. It ultimately proved to be a short respite, however, as Yona, still as spry as when they started their climb, took Sandbar by the hoof and dragged him with her through the open gate.

"Yes, yak town very beautiful," Yona said, ignoring Sandbar's groans. "But now no time for weeping of joy. Time for yak to give pony full tour of Yakyakistan."

When Yona said she'd give Sandbar a full tour, she really meant it. Yakyakistan wasn't that large of a settlement when compared to something like Ponyvile, but that didn't stop Yona from going into great yet at the same time crude detail about every little hut and gathering spot before dragging Sandbar to the next. Despite still being exhausted from the climb, Sandbar had managed to learn a thing or two about yaks that he didn't know before. For example, yaks had different huts for different purposes. They had one for where they shared their meals together, one where they slept, one where they sparred, and so on.

As for the yaks themselves, they seemed to vary from case to case, though they often fell into one of two categories: loud and rowdy, or silent and stoic. Regardless, all yaks appeared to still be unused to pony visitors, as they would stop whatever they were doing to watch Sandbar as he walked by, turning their heads to follow him until he was out of their sight. Other than that, though, they paid him no real mind.

Some few hours later, Sandbar was finally allowed to rest once Yona was done showing him the last stop on her tour: her own family's hut. With Yona's insistence, Sandbar walked through the entrance flap, not knowing what to expect on the other side. What he found wasn't that much different from the other huts he'd seen; just basic yak necessities like straw beds, wicker baskets, a fire pit, and some cast iron pots and pans, though the one thing he didn't see was the one thing he was possibly most curious about.

"Say, uh," Sandbar said as he turned back to her. "Like, where are your parents?"

Yona was quick to answer. "End of week, so they and gathering party of on other mountain getting material for yak village. Take long time. Won't be back until tomorrow."

"Oh," said Sandbar. He rubbed a hoof at the back of his head, feeling awkward to be alone with Yona in her hut. "So uh... want to get started on your assignment?"

"Yes, yak ready," Yona replied with a nod.

"Great." Sandbar walked over to one of the straw beds, then began shedding some of his gear before reaching into his pack for a pen and paper. With those in hoof, he made himself comfortable, then looked to Yona. "Alright, so just repeat some of those things you told me during the tour and I'll make it sounds more... pony-like."

Yona nodded and the two got to work. She began retelling some of the earlier details she stated, all while Sandbar reworked her words to sound neater. After finishing the first draft, the two went over what they had, then began working together to smooth out the rough details until they had a finished product. It was a typical yak boast about how Yakyakistan was the best place in the entire world, only Sandbar was sure the wording and grammar would be more to Professor Applejack's standards.

"Phew! That's finally over and done with," Sandbar said, setting the completed assignment and pen aside before threw himself backwards onto the bed.

Yona approached the bed, then picked up the filled paper. The words used were too much pony and not enough yak, but it'd have to do. "Thank you, Sandbar pony friend."

"Eh, it was nothing," said Sandbar, raising his hoof up lazily. "Still, I would have preferred to help you with this thing back in the comfort of our dorms."

In response, Yona rubbed her chin. "Mm... that true. Yak thank pony Sandbar anyway. And yak promises to find way to thank pony for pony's help."

Sanbar sat up and shrugged. "Oh, that's nice of you to say, Yona, but that isn't necessary. At least I'm getting to see and experience new things on this trip, so... meh, spirit of adventure and all that. Besides, you're a friend, so I don't really mind that much."

With that said, Sandbar laid back down, only for his stomach to immediately growl. He held his stomach with his hooves, then gave a shy smile to Yona.

"Eh, on second thoughts," he said. "If you're really looking to thank me, a little grub wouldn't hurt."

Sandbar never had authentic Yakyakistan vanilla bean cake before, never even heard of it until Yona escorted him to the eating hut, but he found that it wasn't that bad. Of course, when you're in a foreign land surrounded by large, burly yaks who take any small transgression as an insult, you tend to wolf down whatever they serve you. Honestly, he was mostly surprised that they had seemingly warmed up enough to him to motion for him to sit with them.

Dinner was mostly a quiet affair, though that soon changed when one of them spoke.

"So, little pony, how strong are you? Any good at smashing?"

Sandbar was taken aback. "Uh, sma--"

"Yes!" said Yona, interrupting the stallion. "Pony Sandbar strongest of group of friends who isn't yak!"

The yaks seemed intrigued by her answer, as they began to converse among themselves. Moments later, the same yak from before turned to Sandbar.

"Yaks very curious, though yaks want to see pony prove it. Stand up, pony."

"Eh, like this?" Sandbar said as he got up, confused yet compliant.

The moment he was on his hooves, two yaks picked up some flat stones and placed them on his back. They were negligible at first, though once a pile started to rise, Sandbar's knees began to quake. Once the pile got to eight stones high, sweat formed on his brow and his legs buckled.

"Uh... g-guys," Sandbar uttered weakly. The pile started to lean to the side, forcing him to try to keep it balanced. "I... I think that's enough. No more stones, please..."

One of the yak's ears flicked, and he paused before looking to Sandbar. "Hmm? What that? Pony want more stones?" he said.

"Wh-what?" Sandbar questioned. "N-no, that's not what I--"

"More stones!" shouted the yak. "Pony says he not breaking sweat!"

The other yaks muttered to one another in approved acknowledgement, then followed up by piling the stones even higher on Sandbar, much to the stallion's displeasure. One by one the stones were stacked, each new load causing Sanbar's body to stoop even lower. He tried to fight against the weight, to stay upright, but the strain proved to be too taxing. One more stone was placed and that was the one that broke the camel's back.

Sandbar crumpled onto his knees, the pile that was so meticulously placed on his back coming undone before falling over his sides. The stone plates made swift contact with the ground, many of them shattering. As the pebbles scattered in all directions, a pregnant pause grew in the hut. Sandbar sat still in total silence, much too fearful to look at the yaks whose weights he accidentally destroyed. During the tour, he saw how quick yaks were to anger with each other, and he wasn't looking forward to experiencing first hand what they did to outsiders when provoked. Sandbar shut his eyes and gulped, awaiting his imminent demise.

That demise... didn't come, much to Sandbar's shock and relief. Instead, one of the yaks gave a hearty laugh, a laugh that was joined in by the other ones and eventually Yona herself.

"Ha! Yak like pony!" laughed the yak. "Pony shed stones like nothing. Smash them good, too!"

"Eh, yeah... I meant to do that. Heh heh heh," said Sandbar, laughing along with them, albeit nervously.

The yaks continued to laugh, often kicking away or crushing the larger fragments of stone as they did so. Moments later, the lead yak spoke, prompting the others to cease their laughter.

"Okay, that enough. It already late, and yaks need sleep if to smash more in morning. Was nice meeting pony, and yak hopes to smash even more with in future."

Still on the floor, Sandbar gave his reply. "Oh, uh. Y-yeah, sure. Was nice meeting you too."

The yak walked over to the hut's flap, then held it open for his friends as they walked through. "Goodnight Yona, goodnight pony."

"Goodnight!" Yona said.

Weakly, Sandbar raised a hoof. "Um, goodnight."

After giving a small nod in return, then yak left, leaving Sandbar alone with Yona in the hut. Rising onto his hooves, Sandbar stood above the stone fragments, then yawned.

"You know, I think they have the right idea. We've been through a lot today, and I could use a little shut eye myself. Do you still remember which hut belongs to your folks', 'cause I sure don't."

"Yes," Yona said, getting up as well. She allowed Sandbar time to put his on his snow garments, then put out the hut's fire pit before stepping outside. "Follow yak."

Yona headed in a direction, with Sandbar stomping through the snow in her wake. They passed by many huts, and to Sandbar's confusion, he could have sworn that one or two of them was the correct one. Regardless, Yona said nothing and continued walking, leading him to believe that he was simply confused because of their near identical structures.

Moments later, however, Sandbar was even more confused, as he didn't remember Yona's hut being near the far end of the village. Eventually, Yona stopped in front of a hut, one that Sandbar was sure wasn't her hut. For one, the hut he was looking at had a wind chime hanging near the door, while the one Yona's parents owned certainly did not. Sandbar didn't know if it was a dwelling or a hut that served a purpose, as it wasn't in Yona's tour.

"Yona," he said, "I don't want to sound rude, but are you sure this is your parent's hut? Don't remember it being this far back, and--"

Yona circled around Sandbar and headbutted his flanks, shoving him forward as she said, "No, it not parent hut. But it have bed."

Sanbar was forced through the flap, and although the hut's interior was dark, he could make out the shape of a hay bed in the moonlight. Strangely enough, it was larger than the ones he'd seen, almost like it was the king-sized equivalent for yaks.

"Oh, so there is," said Sandbar. "Huh, this like a guest hut for visitors or something? Eh, oh well." He began removing his scarf. "Say, I don't want to sound like a demanding guest, but could you find the fire pit and light it? You know, make it nice and cozy in here so I don't have to sleep in full gear."

"On it." With that, Yona walked into the darkness. Moments later, Sandbar saw sparks and heard the scrapping of flint where he presumed the fire pit to be.

Getting a few of the sparks to land onto the kindling, Yona set the flint aside and gently blew on the embers. Gradually, the cinders grew, eventually growing strong enough to turn into flames. Quickly, Yona tossed a few pieces of firewood into the pit, feeding the fire.

As the hut interior began to grow brighter and warmer, Sandbar sat on the bed and started shedding his clothes. Once they were removed, he set them aside, then laid back. He closed his eyes and finally allowed himself to relax. Unfortunately, he didn't stay relaxed for very long once he opened his eyes again. There he spotted, hanging on the wall over the bed, a banner. Due to him looking at it from an upside down perspective, it took him a few seconds to realize that the image on the banner was that of a heart.

Eyes widening, Sandbar sat up, only to see that the heart symbol was also on the rug carpet, and even on the bed's very sheets that he was laying on!

"Uh, Y-Yona," he started. "I'm starting to think that this isn't a guest hut, so... what is this?"

Yona stepped away from the fire, then, smiling brightly, gave her answer. "Yak wanted to thank pony for help with assignment, so yak brought pony to mating hut."

Sandbar's chest heaved, his eyes the size of dinner plates. "Wh--wha!? But, I... Y-you..." Hoping to calm his frenzied nerves, he brought a hoof to his chest, saying, "Yona, we can't. We're both too young for marriage."

"Marriage?" Yona repeated, cocking her head in confusion. "That not what yak want. Why pony say marriage?"

Sandbar's fear lessened, but only by a little. "You... you don't want to marry me? I guess I should be relieved then. It's just, I don't really know all that much about your culture, and I heard somewhere that sex for yaks is something done only between married couples. Was, uh, kind of afraid that you were gonna force me to marry you there."

"What?" said Yona, her expression conveying anger. "That preposterous! Yak have sex for stress relief too, just like pony, only better! If yak want sex outside of mating season with yak they interested in but no want as life partner, it perfectly okay! That why hut like this made!"

Sandbar furrowed his brows. "Wait, hut like this? So that means, if two yaks are looking to have sex, they come..." Sandbar twisted his neck to look at the bed he was sitting on, then immediately jumped off it. "I was laying on that!"

"Yak say to relax," said Yona. "Yak like to break things, but that no mean yaks dirty. Sheet and straw for bed get changed after each visitors. More than what most fancy pony hotels do, yak hears."

"O-oh." Cautiously, Sandbar sat back down. "That's... comforting to hear, I guess."

Yona nodded. "Yes. Though pony should also know that, normally, male yak fight other males for right to mate with female they interested in; show power to prove yak is stronger than other yaks to impress female. Sandbar pony have no rival here, and already showed strength in stone trial, so pony pass."

"So uh, that thing that happened back in the dining hut?" A blush appearing on his cheeks, Sandbar rubbed at the back of his head and averted his gaze from Yona. "Is that what sparked your interest to, uh... mate with me?"

Yona stayed silent, thinking it over for a moment. She couldn't mention the dragon wager she took part in with the girls, lest Sandbar be put off by it. Still, the wager wasn't the entire reason she wanted to have sex with him, as there were some qualities she liked in him. He did smash those stones pretty good, after all.

"Mm, yes," Yona answered with a nod.

"Oh," Sandbar wistfully said. "I... I see."

"What, pony not like yak?" Yona asked, having noticed the stallion's demeanor change.

"No--I mean yes, I mean... Ugh!" Frustrated by his inability to say what he meant, Sandbar ran his hooves through his mane, messing it up. Never did he predict that he'd end up in this situation, and with Yona of all people. Yona wasn't the easiest to read when it came to his group of friends, so he didn't know thin or thick her skin was. Lowering his hooves, Sandbar relaxed, then spoke. "It's not that I don't like you, it's just..."

"Oh, yak sees," Yona said, her ears drooping. "Pony Sandbar only have eye for other pony. No think yak like Yona any pretty. Pony not want to touch yak..."

With that said, Yona turned around, looking away from Sandbar. Although it might have seemed like Yona was distraught and disappointed, she was in fact putting on an act. She knew Sandbar well enough to know that the last thing he'd want to do is hurt a friend. Just because yaks weren't renowned for their cleverness didn't mean they weren't. Sneaking a glance at him from the corner of her eye, she patiently waited until...

"What, no! That wasn't what I meant at all! Of course I'd--" Sandbar stopped himself. He stared at the wall for a moment, fidgeting a little as he chewed on his bottom lip. "I mean... if I put some thought into it, I guess I'm not against the idea of mating with you... I'm always up for new and interesting experiences, though I will admit that I don't know the fist thing about how yaks go about it."

Making sure that her sly, righteous smirk was stricken from her face, Yona turned back to him. "Mm, male yak usually fight female to make submissive."

"Okay, definitely not doing that... What comes after that, then?" asked Sandbar, hoping that she didn't notice the red in his cheeks.

Yona seemed to think it over for a moment or two, then simply shrugged her shoulders, saying, "Yaaak... don't know. Yak couple then go to hut, and yaks no really gossip about what happens in hut. Yak has not brought other in here before, except for pony Sandbar. Yak have small idea, but no really know how yaks do it."

"Well," said Sandbar, "seeing as I didn't know about the whole yaks being able to have unmarried sex, I'm afraid I won't be much help either."

Yona scratched her chin, then looked to Sandbar. "How pony mate?"

Sandbar's face became even redder. He coughed into his hoof, clearing this throat before speaking. "Well, we uh... We..." Realizing that there was no point in keeping it secret anymore, Sandbar decided to just come clean. "Okay, I have a general idea, but almost all of that knowledge comes from basic sex ed classes and some dirty magazines I keep under my bed... I guess it must be pretty obvious to you by now that I've yet to experience that with somepony."

With that off his chest, Sandbar took notice of the tense silence hanging in the air, only for it to then be dispelled by Yona.

"Okay," she said with a nod. Sandbar was thrown into a loop by that.

"Okay?" he repeated, flabbergasted. "And just what are you 'okay'ing to?"

"Yak don't know how yaks mate, and pony have small idea of how pony do it. So, yak agree to do it in way pony only knows how: pony mating."

Sandbar was stunned by how unapologetically forward she was being. Still, the fact that a female was offering themselves to him, pony or no, was something he admitted to be somewhat arousing. He never really paid any particular attention Yona's appearance before, but, given the situation, he supposed she was sort of cute... in that yak sort of way.

"Um, alright. Pony mating it is," Sandbar shyly put it. "Though before we go through with his, you are sure about this, Yona, and you're positive this won't end with marriage?"

Again, Yona nodded. "Oh yeah. To both, yak sure." Sure that she'd win that wager, but Sandbar didn't have to know that until the day of the sleepover itself~

"Alright then, just--" Most likely due to nerves, his voice squeaked, forcing him to clear his throat before repeating himself. "Ahem. Um, just, uh... hop onto the bed, lie down on your back, and I'll, um... I'll try to figure it out from there."

And like that, Yona's plan succeeded. With a large smile on her face, she moved for the bed and jumped atop it. She landed on her stomach, then immediately shifted onto her back.

"Yak ready!" she declared, her forehooves tucked and folded above her chest.

Sitting at the end of the bed, Sandbar scanned Yona form, then forced any last minute nerves down into the pit of his stomach before commencing.

"W-well, here goes," he said, moments before sliding into position between Yona's rear legs, his head hovering over her groin. Right away, Sandbar noticed that Yona's thick fur, as groomed and immaculate as it was, obstructed her nethers from view. That would be a problem, as it meant he'd have to find her privates before he could do anything.

Yona was a hardy creature by nature, but that didn't prevent Sandbar's hooves from approaching in a slow and cautious manner. Carefully, he placed a hoof on each thigh, and immediately he picked up on how incredibly soft her fur was to the touch. He wouldn't have guessed it, given how often she smashed something to bits or tripped over her braids, but Yona took excellent care of herself, and it showed. Additionally, what he could feel from her legs suggested that, while still endowed with powerful muscles indicative of her species, she was much thinner beneath her fur than her appearance portrayed her to be.

Putting the pleasant texture of her fur aside, Sandbar slid his hooves closer to her groin and resumed with the task at hoof. It took him some time for him to sift through her down and fluff, but Sandbar was able to succeed in finding her nethers. It was easier than he thought, as he followed a subtle heat emanating from her entrance. With her vagina revealed, Sandbar cocked his head to the side and stared at in it awe and slight surprise. Yaks and ponies were two entirely different creatures, yet Sandbar noted that her vagina wasn't all that much different from a pony mare's... at least, not that different from the ones featured in the magazines hidden under his mattress back home.

There were some key differences he noticed, however. Labia and clitoris appeared all the same, only the latter on a yak was smaller and lacked a heart shape. Not only that, but it wasn't winking, nor did it look like it could. Realizing that he'd been staring without doing anything yet, Sandbar looked over Yona's chest and checked on her. He assumed that she'd be just as nervous as he was, or demanding that he get on with it already, but surprisingly, she seemed, by all accounts, patient. Perhaps she was aware of the differences between their species, and was allowing him to get familiar with her body before proceeding any further.

Regardless, Sandbar figured that she waited long enough. Being slow with his movement, Sandbar neared his hoof towards her slit, the heat from her entrance being the first thing he felt before the flat of his hoof made contact with soft, warm flesh. At that moment, everything became so surreal for Sandbar. He was in a foreign land, intimately touching a female's privates for the first time ever in his life.

Without much though, Sandbar slid his hoof up and down Yona's lower lips, grazing her clit as he did so. This caused Yona to groan, which in turn snapped Sandbar back to the present.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" said Sandbar, pulling his hoof back.

Yona opened her eyes, which Sandbar hadn't noticed were closed, then looked to him.

"Why... why pony stop?" she asked, breathlessly. "Pony hoof made yak feel good."

Sandbar looked to his hoof, then back to Yona. "I... I wasn't making you uncomfortable?"

Yona shook her head. "No, no uncomfortable. Yak never felt that good feeling before. Can pony keep going?"

"S-sure," answered Sandbar, relieved. He placed his hoof back on her labia, then slightly added pressure behind his touch before running them over her slit again.

Again, Yona groaned. She never really played with herself, never had much of an interest to do so either, so to have someone else touch her, much less tease her body, introduced her to new pleasures she never imagined. For a pony who claimed to have no prior sexual experience, he certainly knew how to please a female. His hoof motions were gentle and smooth, yet it'd apply just the right amount of force when introduced to her button.

Yona squirmed on her back, a lot of self control being exerted to prevent her rear legs from snapping shut. Not only did she do this so Sandbar could continue unimpended, she did so because she feared that she might accidentally snap his flimsy-looking pony leg with her strength. Regardless, her effort rewarded her with pleasure delivered by Sandbar's strokes.

Minutes into the foreplay, Sandbar stopped, as he felt that his method was getting old fast. Yona seemed to disagree, as she looked over her chest to him, a confused and pleading look in her expression. Wanting to mix it up a bit before she even had a chance to voice her displeasure, Sandbar introduced her nethers to his other hoof. And with two hooves, Sandbar was afforded new options. Using the very tips of his hooves, he placed them in Yona's slit for a good half inch or so, then gently pried her two folds apart.

Yona released a shuddered gasp, her face blushing when she realized Sandbar was staring at her exposed entrance. He could see it all, the wet, pink flesh previously obscured by her lower lips. Sandbar considered touching her there with his hoof, but ultimately decided against it, as his hoof would be too rough for what was sure to be a highly sensitive area. An idea soon came to him, though he needed to steel his courage before carrying it out.

Gradually, Sandbar lowered his head, his muzzle inching closer and closer to her pussy by the second. Once he was close enough, he stuck out his tongue and gave her tunnel opening one long, broad lick. Yona nearly shouted from that, completely unprepared for such a direct assault from the pony. His tongue was hot and wet, a moist trail left in its wake as it started from the bottom before traveling up to her clitoris.

"P-pony will do a-again," Yona muttered, her chest heaving.

Delighted that she seemed to enjoy that, Sandbar repeated the action with his tongue, going much slower this time around. Yona was driven up the wall by the pleasure he gave her, her hoof digging into the bed as she struggled to remember to breath. As Sandbar progressed, Yona found it increasingly difficult to maintain that basic function, as the pony started wiggling his tongue in-between licks.

Sandbar began going faster, his tongue and lips toying with her vagina. He'd occasionally flick his tongue against her clit, further driving her wild. Yona moaned all the while, a pressure steadily building in her lower half along with the mind-numbing pleasure.

"A-aah! P-pony need to slow down!" she called out, a lot of frazzled focus having been used to make her words coherent.

Sandbar didn't slow down. In fact, her cries drove him to keep going. He pressed his muzzle into her nethers, his drenched fur stimulating her inner folds while his tongue slipped through her entrance. Yona went wide-eyed at that, her back arching as she all but screamed. Sandback then pulled his muzzle away, which caused her back to finally fall and relax. Believing that she was being allowed a moment to regain her bearings, Yona let her guard down as she focused on getting air into her tired lungs. That foolishly gave Sandbar a change to strike, as his lips latched onto her clit before he gently kneaded it with his teeth and suckled.

The last trigger, the final sensation needed to finally push Yona towards her climax. She gasped loudly, her heartbeat racing, body feeling as if she were floating, and her vision being filled with nothing but stars as she came. Her inner tunnel clenched and convulsed against nothing, her essence shooting out to drench Sandbar's chin.

Upon feeling warm liquid soak and trickle down his chin, Sandbar released Yona's clit from his mouth and sat up.

"Whoa," he said, bringing a hoof up to his chin. "Guess I'm better at this than I thought I'd be."

"G... y... y-yeah," muttered Yona, her breathing starting to slow to normalcy along with her heart-rate. Once she finally recovered from her climax, Yona sat up. "Okay, yak turn now."

"Uh, sure. Though, you're turn for wha--" Sandbar couldn't even finish that sentence, as Yona jumped forward and knocked him over. His fall was a soft one, though, as the bed was there to catch him as he landed on his back.

The sudden transition from staring at Yona to staring up the ceiling left him in a bit of a daze, leaving a gap in his defenses for Yona to exploit. With a giddy and eager smile, Yona reached forward and grasped Sandbar's standing erection with her hoof. The second she did so, Sandbar's eyes widened.

"Ggg!" was all the sound he could produce before the muscles in his legs locked up. He found it to be a strange sensation; aside from his own hooves, no one else had ever touched him down there before.

Just as Sandbar had inspected her genitals earlier, Yona did the same with him. She gave his length a testing squeeze (which earned an "Eeep" from Sandbar), then released it before running her hoof over his balls, base and length for better inspection. Sandbar felt a little uncomfortable all the while, as her touch was a little on the rough side. Regardless, the attention she was giving his lower half caused his stiff rod to twitch in anticipation.

Moments later, Yona's inspection was complete, and she removed her hoof from his privates. "Hmm, pony penis seem small, but will do fine."

Sandbar blinked, his then mouth curling into a forced smile. "I... I'm hoping you mean to say that it's small when compared to a yak's..."

Yona didn't really know how to answer that, as she never really got a good look at a yak's member before. Rather than letting him know that, she instead grasped his member firmly with her hoof again and started stroking. Up and down her hoof slid, her eyes focused on his length as she tried to pleasure him. Moments later, deciding to check on how she was doing, Yona looked up to Sandbar, only to see that he was bearing a strained smile as he looked back at her.

"Why pony make weird face?" she asked.

Sandbar didn't know how to exactly put it for Yona, especially when her hoof could snap his member at a moment's notice, but... "Eh, Yona, not that I've had a great many of hoofjobs to automatically know right off the back, but your hooves lack a certain... finesse behind your strokes. And if I'm being honest here, I don't think yak hooves are physically capable of doing this right... at least on a pony, I mean."

It took a few seconds for that to sink in, but once it did, Yona looked back to Sandbar's pulsing rod. "Hmm, yak hooves not feel good for pony, huh? Well, what if yak..." Yona leaned forward, immediately running her tongue along the underside of Sandbar's penis.

"Th-that'll do!" Sandbar exclaimed, his spine tingling from the unexpected, pleasurable sensation surging through it.

Feeling Sandbar's rear legs tense up as he said that brought a smile to Yona's face. Wanting to keep it up, Yona licked at his length again, starting from the base and moving upwards. Sandbar's groans of approval graced her ears, which encouraged her to keep going. Her tongue ran past his medial ring, soon licking at the tip of his penis before Yona wrapped her lips around it.

To Yona's delight, that definitely garnered a reaction from the pony. His rear legs curled inward, one of his hooves finding itself resting atop her head as a moan escapes his lips. Taking that as a subtle cue from him to lower her head, Yona did so, more and more of Sandbar's hard meat sliding into her mouth, her tongue welcoming every new inch. Once her lips came into contact with his medial ring, Yona stopped, and her ears picked up a snort from Sandbar.

Deciding that that was far enough, Yona began to pull her head back, gently sucking on Sandbar's twitch member as she did so. Sandbar's reaction was exactly what she expected: his breathing went haggard, and his hoof on her head tried to push her back down for a second before easing. Moments later, Yona's lips were wrapped around his tip again, her tongue teasing his urethra before she lowered her head back down.

Steadily feeling more confident, Yona repeated her actions, her lips meeting his medial ring before rising off it, then going back down. Sandbar was overwhelmed by the numbing pleasure; he could do nothing more than simply lie there and huff towards the ceiling. Due to how well Yona was surprisingly doing, it was only a matter of time before Sandbar felt himself nearing the peak of his endurance.

"Y-Yona, I'm gonna..." Just then, Yona pulled away in one smooth motion, Sandbar's saliva-coated cock slipping from from her mouth. Baffled, Sandbar stared at Yona. "Wha... what'd you...?"

"Not yet," Yona answered, shaking her head. "Yak want pony to do it inside yak."

Sandbar's brows raised, a blush overtaking his face. "O-oh! And, uh, h-how would you like that to, um... happen? Do you have a... a certain preference or idea for a position?"

Yona brought a hoof up to her chin as if in thought, then shrugged before giving her reply. "Mm, yak will go with what pony think is best position."

"O-okay, um..." Taking their size differences into account, Sandbar mentally rummaged through all the positions he'd seen ponies in his dirty magazines take part in. Within moments, one soon came to mind.

With Sandbar's instruction, Yona soon found herself laying on her stomach. "Like this?" she asked, using her hind legs to raise her rear off the bed.

"Perfect. Now I just, uh..." said Sandbar, moments before mounting her. The tip of his member grazed across her labia as he positioned himself, his hooves finding purchase around her sides.

Once he was assured they were both comfortable, Sandbar moved his hips forward, the tip of his stallionhood slowly but surely pressing against her entrance. There was more resistance than expected, but thanks to Yona's saliva coating his length and added force behind his hips, Sandbar was able to gain entry. Yona gasped as Sandbar's rod advanced, his tip brushing against sensitive nerves lined along her inner tunnel.

With half his mast sunk deep inside Yona's warm, velvety insides, surrounded at all sides by twitching, inner muscles, Sandbar paused. He repositioned his rear hooves for better footing, then shot his hips forward. An audible slap resonated in the hut, both Yona and Sandbar grunting as the former's rear met unceremoniously with the latter's lap. Sandbar's spire was driven all the way into Yona, his balls pressing against her labia.

The two remained like that for a spell, both breathing haggardly while adjusting to the other. Once she was confident she could endure the intense pleasure to come, Yona then spoke.

"Y-yak ready. Pony can move now..."

Sandbar nodded, then proceeded to do so. He pulled his hips back, bring his erection along with it. His penis head brushed and scraped against Yona's walls, prompting her to direct her moans into the bed. Before long, Sandbar's cock was nearly out of her, only the first few inches remaining within. Not wanting her to get too comfortable, Sandbar reversed the direction of his hips, sinking his stallionhood back into Yona's inviting depths.

It wasn't until when Sandbar's orbs made contact with Yona's lower lips that he pulled away again, only to then move forward before repeating. In and out Sandbar's hard erection moved, his own pleasure climbing to new heights as he listened to Yona's joyful, muffled cries. Sandbar's excitement proved to be short-lived, however, as he could already feel the end swiftly approaching.

"Y-yona," he muttered, redoubling his hold over her barrel as he continued to thrust into her. "I'm gonna... gonna..."

Sandbar's words trailed off, turning into incoherent muttering, then silence. As if acting independently from the rest of his body, Sandbar's hips decided to increase in speed. His thrusts became erratic, caution cast off and forgotten as if he were trying to outrun his impending climax. Try as he might, however, he couldn't escape biology.

With one final thrust, Sandbar slide his length as deep as he could inside Yona; to Yona's surprise, the force he exerted while doing that was enough to nearly cause her raised rear to fall, as well as trigger her own climax. Feeling her tunnel twitch and shudder around his mast was enough to push Sandbar over edge. His hold over her tightened, a snort escaping his nose before he, too, came. His member twitched, copious amounts of his seed soon spurting freely into Yona's womb.

And, Just as quick as it had happened, it was over. Out of breath and suddenly feeling very weary, Sandbar fully withdrew his stallionhood from Yona, his length coated in both their fluids. As for Yona, her rear finally fell, as her hind legs no longer had the strength to support it. Nearly at the brink of collapsing from exhaustion, Sandbar crawled to Yona's side and laid there.

"So... how did I... do?" he muttered, tiredly.

Yona understood why he was so tired, as he was already somewhat sleepy before the two entered the hut. Sensing that she might join him in that endeavor, Yona quietly gave her answer before the two drifted into unconsciousness.

"Was okay... for a pony..."

The morning after was a bit awkward for both Sandbar and Yona, but that was to be expected considering them losing their virginity to each other during their first late night romp. Deciding to skip breakfast, the two cleaned themselves off and decided to head back down the mountain, though not before Yona left to go take care of a personal matter, saying that she wouldn't take long.

As Sandbar soon came to find out, that personal matter of hers was taking too long. He stood outside Yakyakistan's gates in the open snow, fully clothed in his snow gear. His hoof crunching the snow as he tapped impatiently, Sandbar looked back and forth between the settlement and the path down, wondering if it was possible that Yona had left without him. That worried him somewhat, as he didn't know the safest route down.

Just before he was forced to make a decision on whether to leave or go back to town to check for her, Yona soon emerged from behind one of the huts and was making her way towards him.

"There you are! Gee, what took you so long, Yona?" he said, more relieved than angry.

Plowing the snow as she briskly walked, Yona replied with, "Yak sorry. Yak lost track of time."

"Mm, fine. I'll accept that," he said, shrugging. "So, ready to head back now?"

"Yes!" Yona answered, nodding.

"Well alright then." Sandbar waited for Yona to walk ahead, then began following her. "So, what kept you held up anyway?"

"Oh, yak was--"

"Is that the Sandbar pony!?"

Sandbar stopped, then turned back to where the voice was coming from. He nearly jumped at what he saw. Three yaks, all female and of various ages (one seeming a bit older than Yona and the other two even older than that), were rushing towards them through the snow. Due to the speed they were approaching at, Sandbar flinched and readied himself for a collision, though thankfully it never came. When Sandbar dared to look, he found the three yaks sitting readily next to one another, all staring at him.

"Uh... hi? I'm the Sandbar pony," greeted Sandbar. "Friends of Yona, I presume?"

Rather than acknowledging him with a proper response, the three examined him as they talked among themselves.

"Is it true?"

"Maybe. But pony is so small."

"And scrawny."

Confused, Sandbar cocked his head. "I'm sorry, what? What are you talking about?" he asked.

The three ceased their discussion, then turned to Sandbar before one stepped forward and spoke.

"Yak hear that pony have sex much different than yak, yet still very much pleasurable. Yaks wanted to know if rumors were true."

Sandbar, standing there with a face lacking any and all expression, blinked before slowly turning to Yona.

"Did you... did you yap about what we did? Is that why you took too long to meet me?"

Timidly tapping the tips of her front hooves together, Yona averted her eyes, a noticeable red hue in her cheeks. "Yak... may have let some things slip when catching up with yak friends before leaving..."

Sandbar opened his mouth to say something, only to have his hoof pulled by one of the yaks.

"Come, pony, yak want to experience pony-style for self. Male yak usually full of self, and not care if female is satisfied, too."

"Wh-whoa! We just met, and I only just lost my v-card last night!" Sandbar cried as he tried to pull away. His efforts were for naught, however, as he found himself being dragged behind the yak as she walked back towards the gates.

Right as he made a second attempt, he was snatched by another yak, who held him away from the first. "No! If any yak be mating with pony, it me! Yak tired of male who not cuddle after sex!"

"No, yak will have pony!" shouted the third yak as she, too, snatched Sandbar.

Sandbar's eyes were wide, his legs huddled close to his body as he tried to process the fact that he was being passed around like a doll. Before long, the three yaks growled at one another and eventually fought over him, with him unfortunately being caught in the middle of it. Blows and bites were exchanged, all of which narrowly missed Sandbar. He prayed for an escape and didn't care how it happened, long as he left the mountain in one piece.

Somehow during the commotion, one of the yaks was pushed into Sandbar, which sent him careening down a slope. His body soon rolled, snow being gathered around him as he did so. Moments later, a large snowball had formed, with Sandbar trapped in its center. He rolled down the mountain, with Yona chasing after him.

Yup, that'll do, thought Sandbar.

Silverstream

"Well that was unexpected," said Silverstream as she muttered to herself. She was referring to the pop quiz Professor Rarity suddenly presented to her students, of which Silverstream was sure no one was prepared for. On the plus side, that quiz seemed to be all that there was on the professor's itinerary for the day, as students were allowed to leave class upon completing and turning it in.

And complete the quiz Silverstream did. She filled in both sides of the sheet to the best of her ability, then handed it to Professor Rarity before being allowed to leave the classroom. Unsure of what to do to occupy her newfound free time, Silverstream choose to simply stroll around the perimeter of the school's grounds. As she did so, Silverstream's mind focused on something she noticed during the test taking--namely the fact that Gallus was seen earlier in the morning, yet was nowhere to be found during the quiz. The possibility that he came down with a sudden cold and had gone to the nurse's office has crossed her mind, among other likely reasons.

Minutes into Silverstream's aimless wandering and speculations, it nearly hit her. Or to put it more accurately, something literally nearly hit her. Something fell with a thud, landing on the grass next to Silverstream. Her wings flared slightly, the hippogriff stared down and examined the object, recognizing it in seconds to be a discarded apple core.

"What the...?"

Silverstream found that weird; she was nowhere near any trees, or any buildings for that matter, so where could it have fallen from? After scanning all sides, Silverstream came to one conclusion and looked directly above her. The sky was mostly empty, and although there were a few clouds scattered about, they were nowhere near enough to indicate rain. Putting her eagle sight to particular use, Silverstream shaded her eyes from the sun and scanned the clouds. Soon enough, she spotted what appeared to be a familiar-looking blue tail hanging off one of the white puffs.

Having a good idea as to who that tail could belong to, Silverstream took to the air and steadily rose towards the cloud. Upon reaching the spot just beneath it, Silver secured her claws on it and silently peeked over it. Her suspicion was confirmed to be correct, as there she found Gallus, eating from an apple as he laid comfortably on his back. He seemed to have just started into that new apple, as only a single bite was taken from it and he was still chewing.

Silverstream smiled, her being swelling with excitement at the prospect of having found Gallus. She tried to stay still, but she inevitably started to shake before jumping up and shouting "Hey Gallus, funny running into you here of all places!"

Although Silver meant well, Gallu's response to her greeting wasn't what she intended. She startled him horribly, enough to cause him to start choking on his apple. Gallus immediately sat up and began pounding a claw onto his chest, wretched hacking being heard from him as he tried to dislodge the obstruction from his windpipe.

Eyes widening in worry, Silverstream scrambled onto the cloud and jumped into action. After quickly hoisting Gallus onto his hind legs, Silver positioned herself behind him, had him lean forward a bit, then wrapped her arms just bellow his rib cage before pulling him towards herself in a quick and hard inward and upwards motion. The first few attempts were unsuccessful, however, as Gallus still continued to choke. Regardless, Silverstream refused to give up; deciding to give her next pull her all, Silver ended up lifting Gallus off the cloud by a few inches. Although the griffon kicked and flailed his hind legs in a panic, Silver ultimately succeeded, as she was able to dislodge the chewed apple from his trachea.

The chewed and spit-covered apple bite was sent flying out from Gallus's mouth, it's arch sending it over the cloud they were on before descending towards the earth. Making an internal vow to never take breathing for granted again, Gallus fell onto his knees, his lungs aching as he switched back and forth between wheezing and coughing.

"Don't... don't do that!" rasped Gallus angrily, wiping his beak of spittle as he turned to Silverstreak.

Embarrassed to have caused the whole ordeal, Silverstreak met the irate griffon's gaze with a nervous smile. "Heh heh... S-sorry about that. On the bright side, those emergency first aid maneuvers Professor Applejack taught us sure came in handy, huh?"

Gallus didn't dignify that with a response. Instead he turned away and focused on resorting his breathing, lest he be more upset with Silver than he already was. And with that, a silence grew between them, one which Silver decided to break.

"So, uh, where were you? Professor Rarity had a quiz and you weren't there for it."

"You mean the one that was gonna be a surprise?" he said, rubbing his throat.

Silver craned her neck forward, her brows raised in astonishment. "Wait, you knew about the pop quiz ahead of time?"

"Yup," Gallus answered with a nod. "Heard the profess talk about it with one of the other instructors this morning, decided to cut class just to avoid taking it." After a pregnant pause, the griffon's brows raised as he then turned to Silverstream. "Aw geez--you're out and about when you're supposed to be in class at this time... don't tell me she sent you to go look for me?"

"Oh no, nothing like that," said Silverstream, shaking her head. "Class for today turned out to just be that test; you get to leave early once you finish it."

That seemed to visibly upset Gallus. "Wonderful," he said sardonically, crossing his arms over his chest. "If I had known it was that kind of deal, I'd have filled in random answers just to leave early. She's probably going to make me take it during a full class day now..."

"Yeah, probably," Silverstream giggled, patting Gallus's back. "Guess you shouldn't have ditched, huh?"

"Mm..."

Realizing that she had touched a sore subject with Gallus, Silverstream then decided to change the topic to something else.

"So uh, what were you up to before I showed up?" she asked.

Arms still crossed, Gallus looked to her. "Nothing much," he said with a shrug. "Was just relaxing, having a snack or two while I thought about whether or not I should take a nap or something. All in all, I was having an okay time before you showed up and scared the living daylights out of me."

"Again, sorry," replied Silverstream, a bashful smile on her face as he rubbed the back of her head.

"Mm, whatever..." With that said, Gallus laid back down and made himself comfortable as he turned his back to Silverstream. "Anyway, now that you've found me, I guess you can go on your own merry way, right?"

Silverstream nodded. "Sure, I'll just--" Her words instantly died in her throat, as it was then that she recalled something that she had almost forgotten. The wager with the girls...

This was her chance. They were completely alone, isolated from the rest of the school; no one knew where they were and no one would be looking for them for quite a while. Silverstream didn't know when she'd have another opportunity with Gallus before the next sleepover, especially with parameters just as good as those. Her mind made up, Silverstream decided to fulfill her end of the wager.

"I'll just... you know what?" Silverstream started. "That test took more out of me than I thought, and I could use a nap myself. Mind if I join you?"

Gallus blinked, then peered over his shoulder to look at her. He found her request a little strange, but at the same time, the fact that he was suddenly popular with the ladies puffed up his already over-inflated ego. Nevertheless, what she was asking for wasn't outrageous or impossible, so he couldn't see why she couldn't.

"Sure, though you'll have to find your own bit of cloud. In case you haven't noticed, the one I'm on is already full to capacity," he said.

Silverstream smiled brightly, her wing tips fluttering as she singsonged "Not a problem~!" Putting her wings to use, Silver flew to and from the adjacent clouds, pulling out large tuffs from them before combining them all into one vaguely mattress-shaped cloud.

"Ta-da~" she cheered, placing her creation next to Gallus's cloud.

"Hmm, yeah, look at that," Gallus replied in a disinterested tone, scratching his side before looking away.

Silverstream's brows furrowed and her cheeks puffed up in agitation at that, though she ultimately decided to let it go. She did nearly get him killed a few minutes ago, after all. Without any further words, Silver flopped herself onto her cloud, then proceeded devising on how to go about getting Gallus's interest. She was never any good at planning, that she would admit, though she was astonishingly prolific when it came to just winging things.

Deciding to go with whatever idea came to her, Silverstream found herself scooting over to Gallus, her chest pressing into his back as she eventually spooned him from behind. Naturally, that garnered a reaction from the griffon.

"Uh... what are you doing?" he asked.

"What, just getting comfortable is all~" she giggled. Once again, Silverstream went with the first thing that came to mind, that being her claw resting on his flank. Oooh, I really like his kitty flanks, she thought as she ran her claws through his fur.

Gallus was at a loss for words, his body going stock still as her claws began running up and down his thigh.

"You have a... a weird way of napping," he then uttered.

Silverstream produced another giggle. "Oh, you think so? Sorry if I'm having a little trouble--guess I'm not as tired as I first thought. But hey, seeing as you're up too, why don't we try something a little exciting? Just. Between. The two. Of us~" In one smooth motion, Silver's claw slid into Gallus's inner thigh, then moved it towards his...

Gallus immediately sprang into an upright seated position, a startled rooster caw escaping his beak as he did so. Okay, maybe he's A LOT more popular with the ladies than he first thought... Smolder's spontaneous tryst with him while he was sleeping was one thing, but Silverstream's aggressive straightforwardness proved to be another.

"You know, I can't help but feel like you're coming on to me," Gallus put almost robotically.

Laying on her stomach, Silverstream covered her beak with a claw and chortled into it. "Gee, what makes you think that? Do you think me reaching for your junk tipped you off?"

Gallus stopped and stared at her, his brain having difficulty processing what was going on. Everything was just happening too fast!

"Wait, you mean you want to--"

"Have a roll in the hay with you? Yup, pretty much," said Silverstream. "Ha, though in this case, it's a roll in the cloud!"

Gallus tried to speak, though nothing coherent was coming out. Finding his word dribble adorable, Silverstream resumed speaking.

"Is it really that hard to understand? You're an attractive, exotic guy, I--"

"Exotic?" Gallus questioned.

Silverstream rolled her eyes. "I'm from Seaquestria, remember? You don't find a lot of griffons underwater. Ah duh~" she finished that statement by reaching up and tapping the center of his forehead, to which Gallus flinched at slightly. "Right, so kitty flanks aside, I'm interested in giving you a go. Not a relationship-type deal, of course, just a one time thing. Heck, maybe a few more times after that depending on how this goes. So, what do you say? You interested or what?"

"Uh..." As Gallus droned, he ran his eyes over Silverstream's form. If he really had to think about it, he didn't dislike what he saw. Hippogriffs weren't all that much different looking from griffons, and he supposed that she was sort of attractive, at least by his standards. After a moment of silent consideration, Gallus gave his answer. "Oh yeah, I'm definitely in. So, you wanna find an empty room we can use, or..."

Silverstream's beak formed a smirk. "Well I did say 'a roll in the cloud', so right here's good."

Next thing Gallus knew, Silverstream pounced, his body pinned beneath hers.

"Oof, warn a guy before you go and do that," he muttered.

Silver said nothing, instead her beak (which had an excited and giddy grin plastered on it) came down and stopped just shy of a few inches from his. Suddenly finding himself a bit intimidated by her eagerness, Gallus gulped and pulled his head away a bit. Nevertheless, he stayed put and patiently waited to see what the hippogriff would do next. Gallus didn't have to wait very long.

Silverstream jutted her head forward, her beak catching Gallus's in an unexpected kiss. The griffon was wide-eyed and stunned by that, even more so by her tongue invading the inside of his mouth. Humming once her tongue found his, Silverstream's claws unhanded Gallus's pinned arms and began caressing the back of his head. Gallus, emboldened by her actions, tried to reciprocate using is own tongue, his claws slowly but steadily making their way towards her hips.

Pleased by his budding confidence, Silverstream, while still contributing to their heating make out session, grasped Gallus's claws with her own, then moved them to her flanks. Fully receiving the message, Gallus started by kneading her rear in circular motions, his efforts earning him a delighted moan from the hippogriff. This, in turn, prompted Silverstream to start rocking her hips, grinding her groin over Gallus's pelvic area in the process.

Despite being preoccupied with his bout of tongue-wrestling with Silverstream, Gallus wasn't oblivious to what was going on on his lower half. Though his fur, he could feel the intense warmth being radiated from Silver's vagina, as well as a damp moistness that was steadily growing. Before long, a strip of his fur was drenched, and, naturally, a certain part of his anatomy was roused by the activity.

Moments of kissing later, Silverstream stopped abruptly and sat upright atop Gallus, as she sensed a disturbance in her tail. She turned to look over her shoulder and willed her tail to move aside, only to discover the griffon's erect penis, complete with semi-erect knot. She had only locked eyes on it for a few seconds, and already she could hardly contain her excitement.

She jumped off Gallus, planted her flanks next to him, then began petting the head of his member as if it were someone's dog or cat, gushing "Oh my gosh, it's so cute!"

Aside from the somewhat pleasant sensation her touch was giving him, Gallus wasn't amused.

"Right... cute," he grumbled.

"Aw, what's the matter?" asked Silverstream all cutesy wootsy-like while still patting his length. "You have a nice widdle penis there. All fur-less and red~ Oh, and not to mention warm. I just wanna..." Unable to keep her curiosity in check, she wrapped both sets of claws around Gallus's member and gave a gentle squeeze. Gallus breathed in sharply and grit his teeth, and Silver was able to feel his pulse in her grasp.

Further excited by that fact, Silverstream started giggling, each laugh of hers infuriating the griffon little by little until...

"O-okay, that's enough!" Gallus barked, slapping her claws away from his mast. As Silverstream recoiled from his outburst, the griffon sat up, crossed his arms over his chest, and immediately turned his back to her. "Why did you have to go and ruin the mood like that, huh? My dick is not 'widdle' or cute, got it? ...it's huge and girthy..."

It was at that point that Silverstream began to suspect that she may have done one or two things wrong. In her defense though, there was no way she could have known, as that was the farthest she ever got with a guy. She knew the part of about kissing and how that could lead to sex, but it was the latter where her expertise ran thin. Still, the wager offered her this chance as a learning experience, one that she was still intent on going through with.

Silverstream scratched at the side of her head nervously, then spoke. "I... take it guys don't like having their peckers being called little?" No verbal response from Gallus. "Oh come on, I didn't mean it in a literal way. Of course your lit--eh, big! Big guy's girthy."

Again, no answer from the griffon. Silverstream began to worry if she hurt his feelings, only for an idea to then pop into her head. With a smirk on her beak, Silver approached him, then leaned in over his shoulder, whispering, "Hey, if it makes you feel any better, I'll let you play with my bits since I played with yours~"

That seemed to do the trick, as Gallus relaxed his shoulders and turned to her, a cautious yet curious look in his eye. With his guard down, Silverstream saw her chance and acted. She stepped in front of Gallus, sat down between his legs, then fell back onto his chest, her head resting on his shoulder.

"Go on, have fun," she said rather huskily, grabbing his claw, placing it on her chest, then sliding it down towards her nethers. The second Gallus's claw came into contact with her labia, Silverstream squeaked and the griffon became red in the face.

"Wh-whoa... Okay, yeah, that definitely unruins the mood," said Gallus.

Wanting to get a better idea of what he'd be working with, Gallus swallowed dryly and peered over Silverstream's chest and belly. As best he could tell from his position, Silver's vagina was exactly like a pony's, as it shared the same indicative teardrop shape he'd occasionally catch glimpses of whenever the professors had to bend down to pick up whatever it was they'd drop.

Wanting to start off small, Gallus began by running his claws up and down Silverstream's slit, giving it a slow yet sensual rub down. Despite his inexperience, Silverstream clearly enjoyed it, as she produced a soft, bliss-filled coo. Curious as to what other sounds he could draw out from her, Gallus then ran his palm over Silver's clit before kneading it in gentle, circular motions. Silverstream's body first tensed up at that and a delighted yelp escaped her beak.

"Oh yes~!" she cried out, her claw resting on his as he continued his ministrations.

Gallus continued his motions, occasionally allowing Silver brief moments to rest before restarting expectantly. Soon filled with the desire to switch it up a bit, Gallus then ceased his kneading and focused his attention back on her vagina itself. He slid his fingers over her folds, then stroked them in a smooth and gentle manner, further spreading her arousal and turning Silverstream into shuddering putty in his claws.

Much to Silverstream's voiced disappointment, however, Gallus then stopped his fingers, though not before placing one over both of her folds. After softly pressing down, Gallus separated his fingers, effectively pulling back her lower lips and exposing her pink and fleshy entrance to the sunlight. As a result, Silverstream's rear legs twitched and writhed as she gasped, a reaction brought on by a gentle breeze hitting her where it never had before.

Before Silver could do anything else, Gallus playfully nipped her ear, his tongue probing it from the inside of his beak as one of his fingers gained entrance into her tunnel. Silverstream produced a half-noise from both sensations he caused, though the one from her groin was the major contributor. Gallus began nibbling her ear, his finger worming to every inch of her insides it could reach before withdrawing. Silverstream's moan almost sounded disappointed, though her tune soon changed when Gallus's finger slid back in.

"A-aah!" she moaned gleefully, her claw gripping onto the griffon's knee as she tried to quell her body's spasms.

In her excitement, Silverstream tried to mutter something, only for it to come out as incoherent gibberish. Her eyes tried to roll into her head as she tried and failed again to speak, drool running down the side of her mouth. Though as half tempted as Gallus was to keep going just to watch her silly expressions, he was curious as to what she had to say. With that in mind, Gallus stopped, released her ear from his beak, and patiently waited for the hippogriff to collect herself. After a few seconds, she then spoke, albeit a bit breathlessly.

"Why'd you... why'd you stop? I was trying to tell you to go faster."

Gallus blinked, then smirked. "Oh, was that it? So you mean... like this?"

At that moment, Gallus plunged two fingers into her depths, Silverstream's spine arcing as he did so. Before she could even call out in ecstasy, Gallus withdrew his fingers, then slid them back into her, pumping them in and out of her in a fast and steady motion. He gave her no quarter, his constant assault causing her to cry out as her arms reached out and grasped whatever they could. One of her claws abandoned Gallus's knee and sunk its talons into the cloud beneath them, the other fumbled at her side before soon grasping onto something fleshy, yet hard and warm.

Gallus's fingering faltered for a moment, a subtle gasp being heard from him as his body tensed up. Silverstream was curious as to why he was reacting like that, until she turned her head to her side and looked at what she was holding. It was Gallus's penis, still hard from their last endeavor. His member gave a noticeable twitch in her claws, and with it, Silver got an idea.

Having grown somewhat more accustomed to the pleasure that was Gallus's fingers, Silver began stroking his length. Right away, Gallus was wise to her game, as he noticed that she was stroking him in the same speed and rhythm that he was fingering her with. Deciding to test his theory, Gallus slowed down the pace of his claws, and, sure enough, Silverstream did the same.

With his brow raised in amusement, Gallus looked to her. To his surprise, Silverstream looked back, then stuck her tongue out playfully at him before turning her attention back to his mast. As if to goad the griffon, she palmed his knot with each down stroke, Gallus shuddering from the immense pleasure that caused him.

Not wanting to let that go unpunished, Gallus retaliated. While still pumping his fingers into her, reached around her with his other arm, then used his second set of claws to pinch and tease Silverstream's clit. Silverstream yelped and squirmed while giggling, yet still she continued to stoke his shaft.

Minutes went by, with both Silverstream and Gallus pleasuring the other with their claws. Soon enough, however, Silverstream's moans became louder and more wild, her claw strokes moving faster all the while. She was getting close, and due to her speeding claw motions, so was Gallus. Hoping to get Silver off before he reached is own climax, Gallus released her nub and placed his claw over Silver's belly, then focused on maintaining the pace of his fingers working in and out of her.

It was gonna be a close race, Gallus could sense that. Feeling his body going though its last hurdle, Gallus's finger motions became sloppy as he finally came. He shut his eyes and grit his teeth, immense pleasure coursing through his being as his hard rod began twitching violently. Soon, the first of many white and sticky loads spurted out, shooting over the cloud they were on before free falling towards the land below.

As Gallus continued to cum, so too did Sivlerstream. She pushed her head further back into Gallus's already heaving chest, her head swimming with pleasure as her inner walls started to convulse around the griffon's fingers. After a few spams of her inner walls, her warm essence squirted out from her entrance, pooling beneath her before being absorbed by the cloud.

Her body going slack in Gallus's embrace, Silver ran a claw though her mane, muttering "Holy geez... I think... I think we need a minute."

"Y-yeah," Gallus replied with a nod.

Meanwhile, several hundred feet below Gallus and Silverstream...

Professor Rarity's pop quiz was pretty tough, but proved to be nothing Smolder couldn't handle. While she wasn't able to accomplish the feat of completing and turning in the exam within minutes of class like some of the other students, she did finish it to where she was afforded an early lunch. After making her way to the cafeteria and picking up a fresh tray of food, Smolder went outside and took a seat at the farthest, most isolated table the school had. The reason for this: she didn't see any of her friends in the mess hall (probably still taking the test or having gone elsewhere), and she didn't want her cred being tarnished by ponies seeing her eat alone.

Nevertheless, Smolder was quite hungry and was looking forward to enjoying her lunch. The gems shining on the tray next to her ham sandwich and carton of milk made that doubly so, as the school made sure to cater to dragons', as well as other predatory creature's, dietary needs by providing the meat and precious stones. Starting with the sandwich, Smolder brought it up to her mouth and took a large bite from it. As she chewed, she set the sandwich down and picked up the milk, her claws already at work opening it.

Having completed that task, Smolder swallowed her mouthful, then made to take a sip from the carton. Before she could do so, however, Smolder stopped, as she noticed a fly zipping around her tray, showing particular interest in her sandwich. She should have known that would happen; being so far off the beaten path, it was only natural that annoying pests would sniff out her meal.

Not wanting that insect to plant its grimy and hairy legs anywhere near her lunch, Smolder shot her arm forward and tried to swat it away. Smolder succeeded in scaring it off, but in the process had accidentally knocked one of the gems over to the table's edge. Staring at it for a split second, Smolder watched in abject horror as it teetered for a bit before falling over. Acting fast, Smolder reached out and half dove for the gem, her body bent in a weird angle as she managed to snatch it mere inches from the ground.

Although a bit disheartened to realize that no one was around to witness that bit of awesomeness, Smolder began to sit upright. Unfortunately, she miscalculated her ascent, which resulted in her bumping her horn and part of her head against the table. Smolder held her head and cursed under the table, which made it all the more easier for several streaks of a white, pearly substance to rain down from the one cloud above unnoticed. While many of the streaks silently landed in the surrounding grass, one miraculously fell into open milk carton. It wasn't a perfect landing though, as the tail-end of the goo dripped down from the carton's folded out opening.

Thankful that no one was around to witness that embarrassing blunder of hers, Smolder finally, although carefully this time, poked her head from under the table. Popping the gem into her mouth, Smolder thoroughly chewed and swallowed it, then picked up her carton to chase it down with some wholesome milk. Quickly was the carton's opening brought up to Smolder's lips, and even quicker did she began to drink.

After her first few sips, Smolder pulled the carton away and smacked her lips as she gave the small box a curious look. It was odd: it was clearly milk, but there was something different about it--something else in it. Whatever that was, it had a familiar taste, one that she couldn't place, but knew was just on the tip of her tongue... Minutes went by and Smolder was unable to place the taste. Coming to the conclusion that it was simply her imagination, she then proceeded to bring the carton to her lips and resume drinking from it.

Upon taking a few hearty gulps, Smolder pulled the carton away while producing a satisfied "Ah" sound, then wiped off the milk that had dribbled down to her chin.

"Alright, I think I'm good now. You ready for one more round?" asked Silverstreak.

Perched on the edge of the cloud, Gallus turned to the hippogriff, then smirked. "Oh yeah, any time. So, got anything special in mind for how you want to do it this time?"

"Hmm... Well I was thinking something more like..." Silver laid on her back, her talons then reaching for her lower lips pulling them apart, fully revealing her pink and glistening entrance to the griffon. "Like this! I know most species prefer the mounting doggy style position, but hey, what the heck--let's get controversial~!"

Missionary. Gallus was familiar with it, but couldn't say that hadn't done that before... well, at least a version where he's the one on top. That ought to be interesting, he supposed.

Without any further invitation, Gallus prowled his way over to Silverstream, his head hanging low as if on the hunt. Once he reached Silver, he pressed and ground his beak against her pussy and clit, purposely teasing her before stepping forward. Once he stood over her, Silver, amused by his antic, reached her head up and licked his beak, cleaning it of her own arousal. If that didn't get him harder than he already was, nothing would.

As Gallus looked down and angled himself into position, Silverstream readied herself by wrapping her arms around his neck, her hind legs partway to doing the same with his waist. Once everything down south seemed to be probably lined up, Gallus spared no time and immediately shot his hips forward, burying himself deep inside Silverstream.

"Ah~!" the hippogriff moaned in both surprise and pleasure, her inner walls clenching around Gallus's pulsing rod.

Pushing through the twitching, velvet walls surrounding his girth, Gallus buried his face in Silver's neck and continued the forward momentum of his hips. Soon, however, his advancement hit a snag, as his swollen knot pressed against her lower lips and entrance, the bulbous gland a size too large to gain entry without some resistance. Unlike Smolder, Silverstream was slightly bigger down there, so it seemed entirely possible to Gallus for him to be able to fit his knot inside. Driven by the innate desire to make that a reality, Gallus playfully nipped Silver's neck.

As the hippogriff cried out excitedly from the love bit, Gallus attempted to force the rest of himself in with a few short jabs of his tool. His attempts proved to be unsuccessful, as all he did was slam his knot wetly against Silver's flower. Regardless, Silver seemed to like his enthusiasm, as drool ran down the side of her giddy smile. Slightly frustrated yet undeterred, Gallus decided to take a different approach.

Releasing his beak's hold on Silver's neck (and her giving a dissapointed 'Aw' in return), Gallus firmly planted his claws and hind paws into the cloud, then moved his hips slowly yet firmly forward. It was gonna be a tight squeeze, but thanks to her arousal serving as excellent lubricant, all Gallus had to do was simply wiggle and grind his hips against hers until...

"Oof!" Silverstream uttered, her eyes bulging out her their sockets as her vagina was stretched wider then ever before.

With Gallus's knot having slipped into Silver's tunnel, his pointed tip had forced itself partway through her cervical opening. As for the rest of his rod's length, it was surrounded by warm and writhing muscles, drawing out a satisfied groan from the griffon. Every pulse of his tool, even the slightest movement on Gallus's part shot pleasure signals directly into Silverstream's brain, overwhelming it.

"Oh... h-hey," she drawled, her eyes half lidded as if in a haze. "I never really noticed this... be--" Gallus began to pull his hips back, "--because I've never been this high up before, b--" Gallus's knot popped out of her, "--but have you noticed how blue the sky is? I mean, it's like--" Once Gallus's length was halfway withdrawn, that was when he reversed his hip's direction, "like really blue~!"

His pelvis falling into a steady forwards and back motion, Gallus called it right then and there: Silverstream's brain was officially scrambled. Were he not busy maintaining his rhythm, he would have swelled with pride at that fact. Before long, Gallus was pounding his groin away at Silver's, her body shuddering with each impact. Each thrust penetrated her cervix and stretched her tunnel's opening to accommodate Gallus's swollen knot, Silver's head wracked by the ensuring, intense pleasure.

Minutes later into the act, Gallus sensed it. He was nearing his peak, prompting him to up the pace and strength behind his thrusts with reckless abandon. Silver didn't seem to notice the change in his speed, as she continued to simply lay there and spout incoherent things about the sky and how blue it was.

"Whoa!" was what she then uttered when her vision suddenly shifted from the sky to an overhead sight of the world below.

Gallus, in a spontaneous act, turned Silver on her stomach, her head just barely dangling off the edge of the cloud as he continued to thrust into her. Silverstream had never experienced vertigo before, but now that she was unable to control her motor functions do to the ecstasy flooding her brain, she suddenly developed a slight fear of heights.

Soon Gallus grit his teeth, his thrusts loosing its orderly pace as he teetered closer and closer to his release. After gripping Silver's hips, Gallus put his all into one last, powerful thrust before finally cumming. As an unintended result, Silverstream's rear was lifted off the cloud a few inches by Gallus, his mast throbbing intensely before depositing spurt after spurt of his thick and warm load. Feeling his seed collect in her womb, as well as the sensation of his length throbbing against her inner walls, Silverstream reached her own climax.

Her walls spasmed around Gallus's rod, trapping it in a vice before she came. She dug her claws into the cloud, an ear-piercing eagle scream escaping her beak as she rode out her orgasm. Gallus prayed no one heard that, especially pegisi who could fly up and easily investigate. Moments later, it was over, as both of their bodies went slack and their privates ceased their twitching. Still joined at the hip, Gallus lied atop Silverstream's back, both heaving and gasping for air.

Once Gallus caught his breath, he made to withdraw himself from Silver's confines, but found the task difficult due to his knot having swelled an extra size or two. Regardless, a few good yet careful tugs were all that were needed, his rod slipping free as his seed oozed and trickled out of Silverstream.

"So high up..." uttered Silverstream, her arms spread out as she stared over the horizon.

"Great," said Gallus, looking at her incredulously, "looks like I broke you..." He then reached down and nudged her shoulder, saying, "Hey, get up already. I'd hate to spoil the whole afterglow thing, but the period bell is gonna ring soon and I'd like to get ourselves cleaned up before we head in for our next class."

"R-right," said Silver. Planting her claws on the cloud, she made an attempt to get up, only to flop back down. For a moment or two, she laid there and giggled. "Ha, wow. You really put me through the wringer. Would you mind, uh... carrying me?"

She gave him a toothy smile, to which Gallus rolled his eyes at.

"Fine," he said before scooping her up.

"Oh, and washing me?" Silver then added.

Gallus blinked, then furrowed his brows before flying them down toward the nearby lake.

"Okay, now you're pushing it."

Minutes later, both Gallus and Silverstream landed safely on the lake's shore. After reassuring Gallus that she was fit enough to stand, Silverstream was set down. Once her claws and hooves rested on warm sand, she then stretched her back and muscles, completely ignoring the dripping that was running down her inner thigh.

Enticed by the idea of washing away the sweat and combined fluids off his fur, Gallus was the first to step into the water. The water proved to be a bit on the cooler side, but ultimately refreshing--something he immediately discovered after dipping his claws and hind claws into it. Upon walking towards the deeper end, Gallus took a steeling breath and walked forward, braving the sudden drop in temperature as the water came up to his chest and groin. His wings flaring, Gallus grit his teeth and resisted the urge to jump out. Within moments, the urge faded, as the submerged section of his body had adjusted.

With the hard part of the way, Gallus took a breath, then held it before dunking his head under the water. He stayed under for a few seconds, then broke from the surface, gasping as his fur and feathers dripped from intense waterlog. With the temperature no longer a problem, Gallus was free to start scrubbing his body clean.

As the griffon did so, humming a low tune to himself, Silverstream looked on from the shore. The hippogriff was intrigued; Gallus just went straight into the water and already he seemed to be in his own little world. The sight was enough to bring up in Silverstream memory some old saying about birds and their baths, but she didn't think it'd apply to giffons. After all, they were half feline, and cats were notorious for their aversion to water. Nevertheless, Gallus seemed so pleased cleaning himself off, so distracted from his surroundings, so... vulnerable.

Right away, a devilish idea began to brew in Silver's mind. Just the thought of what she had planned caused her to grin devilishly behind her tented claws, as well as stirring in her loins. With her mind made up, Silverstream tiptoed her way towards the water, being careful not to make any hasty motions as to not alert Gallus. Once she made it to the water, Silver slid under it's surface, a bright light emanating from it before disappearing just as quickly as it came.

Thinking that he heard something, Gallus turned back to Silverstream, only to find that she wasn't where she was earlier. After quickly scanning the surrounding area and failing to find her, Gallus came to the conclusion that she either went into the nearby woods to deal with the call of nature, or went back to her dorm to clean up there. Cementing that thought with a shrug, Gallus went back to bathing himself.

Unbeknownst to the griffon, something was circling around him under the water. Wanting to get his attention, while also deciding to toy with him for a bit, it gave a light, passing brush against his hind leg. Feeling that, Gallus stopped what he was doing and stiffened his posture as he scanned the water around himself. He thought he saw something shoot past him, but he wasn't sure if that was just the sun and the water's ripples playing tricks on him.

Moments later, he realized he wasn't going crazy, as he felt something touch his groin beneath the water. Panic set in Gallus, only to be replaced by confusion and slight arousal when that same something began fondling his balls. Slowly, his shaft extended from his body, and Gallus prayed that it wasn't a biteaccuda giving him an erection.

Not wanting to leave it up to chance, Gallus raised his arm and readied his claw to strike into the water and yank out the strange shape he then saw in the water. Right as he was about to do so, however, Gallus halted, as a familiar face broke from the surface.

"My, what an impressive lure you have down there~" giggled Silverstream, her beak missing and instead replaced with a muzzle.

Lowering his claw, Gallus breathed out and slouched in relief. "Right... I forgot you can turn into a fish."

"Seapony," she corrected him. "And yeah, seeing as if partially my fault you wanted to take a bath, I figured I'd lend you a claw... or fin, heh, in my case." Her eyes half-lidding, Silver then finished with, "And you know what, I know the perfect place to start~"

Silver sunk back beneath the water, and immediately she went to work. Seconds later, Gallus went stiff, as he felt a fin wrap around the base of his cock before a pair of lips planted a kiss on the underside of his shaft. A tongue was soon introduced, tracing its way towards the rod's tip as the fin started stroking him.

Due to Silverstream's ministrations, Gallus's member, despite being a little sore from their last session, became incredibly hard once more. As for Gallus himself, his breath turned shaky, and he found himself giving small thrusts of his hips, prodding Silver's lips. Getting the hint, Silver obliged him and proceeded to wrap her lips around the tip of the griffon's hard spire. With it secured in her mouth, Silver gently sucked, her tongue lapping at its opening all the while. As she then attempted to take in more of his cock, Silver's free fin wondered towards her own marehood, which was slightly different than earlier now that she was in her seapony form.

Just about everything was there, though it was a bit more difficult for her to access. As a hippogriff, she had dexterous claws and her marehood had the traditional teardrop shape that female ponies had. As a seapony, however, her marehood was hidden behind a slit and her fins often had slight trouble pulling the folds apart to expose her entrance. Try as she might, though, Silver's fins were ineffective at giving her the pleasure she desired, and with it her frustration quickly grew.

Once she was fed up, Silver pulled her mouth away from Gallus's cock. Before the griffon could complain, she floated belly up to the surface, exposing her slit to him. It was bright red with need, and Gallus's white seed from earlier was pushed out bit by bit as it winked intensely.

Further aroused by the lewd display, Gallus looked Silver in the eyes, who wordlessly conveyed to him via her expressions for him to do something about her itch. More that happy to help her with that dilemma, Gallus raised his claw and flexed it before placing it on her belly. Right away, Silver laughed.

"S-sorry," she apologized. "I'm a bit ticklish there as a seapony."

Tucking away that bit of information for later, Gallus picked up where he left off. Pressing his claw down on her belly a bit, he then ran it towards her vagina. In the process of doing so, Gallus forced out even more of his cum from her, causing it to run down the side of her body and into the water.

With his beak forming into a grin, Gallus introduced his other claw and began to massage Silver's belly. Silverstream laughed, her fins slapping the water as she flailed about. Gallus kept her steady all the while, continuing to knead her stomach and causing more of his semen to seep from her.

Minutes into the rub, the white flow began to steadily lessen, emboldening Gallus to switch it up a bit. With one claw still rubbing, Gallus moved the other to Silverstream's slit, where he then plunged two fingers into her unceremoniously.

"Wh-whoa!" moaned the seapony, her tail fin splashing water in reflex.

Silverstream then convulsed slightly, electricity coursing through her body as Gallus further teased her by separating and moving his digits together over and over inside her. His fingers felt slimy, moving around in Silver's pussy still filled with his own cum, but he didn't mind. Not allowing Silver a moment to adjust, Gallus then proceeded to piston his fingers in and out of her, further wearing her already dazed mind.

Gallus was greatly amused. Silver's body would be relaxed one second, then with the smallest of flex of his fingers, she'd be stiff the next. He especially found her expression just as entertaining as well. Her head was on its side, her mouth agape and half filled with water, and her tongue hanging out as she breathed laboriously. Her eyes were closed, though her brows would knit to the tune of Gallus's invading fingers.

He kept at it with his fingers, sliding them in and out of Silverstream and listening to her throaty moans. Before long, Silver struggled to raise a fin, then wrapped it around Gallus's still moving wrist.

"You're... I think... I think I'm gonna cum again!" she wailed unevenly.

Gallus's smirk grew cheekier. His fingers kept moving, and just to help push her over the edge, he started wriggling them the moment her labia touched knuckle. That managed to draw out the desired reaction from Silverstream, her fins and tail slapping and kicking up water as she thrashed in place.

Moments later, Gallus felt her tunnel give off its first few spasms around his fingers, and with it, he drove his fingers as deep as possible within her and held them there. Silverstream's eyes widened, her back arching and her head submersed and upside down in the water as she came. Air bubbles escaped her mouth as she moaned, a mixture of her cum and Gallus's further coating the griffon's fingers as it spewed out from her slit in bursts. All the while, Gallus lightly pressed his free claw down on Silver's stomach, likely contributing as to why her release was so intense.

After a few more dying spurts, Silverstream's orgasm subsided, and her posture returned to where she was laying flatly on the water's surface. Her chest visibly rose and fell as she panted, her head rolling as she gasped for breath. As Silver rode out her high, Gallus extracted his fingers from her quivering pussy, the seapony producing a near quiet gasp as she did so. Raising his fingers to his sight, Gallus separated them and watched as strings of Silver's connected them.

Looking back to Silver, and seeing how out of it she was, Gallus got an idea. He brought his claw to her mouth and slid them past her lips. Silverstream was surprised at first, but she then began to suckle and lick his fingers before moaning contently. Her eyes half lidded, Silver grabbed his wrist again, keeping his claw in place as she thoroughly licked his digits clean. Gallus didn't think she'd go along with it, but nonetheless his ridged, pulsing erection beneath the water was a sign of his approval and excitement.

Nearly a minute later, Silverstream pulled his fingers out with an audible pop, then stuck her tongue out at the griffon teasingly. Smiling in amusement, Gallus took her fin and brought it under the water, then had her feel his rock hard member practically begging for attention.

"Oh wow, you're still hard?" asked Silverstream.

Gallus shrugged, saying, "After what just happened, how could I not be? If you're up for it, I can go another round. Though it might have to be my last for a while... Heh, eh... balls are kind of starting to hurt a bit..."

Right then and there, Silverstream's ever-present smile turned giddy. "Ooh, then for this last one, we have to do something I've always wanted to try!"

Flipping onto her stomach, Silverstream swam behind Gallus and nudged him towards the deeper side of the lake. Once they where there, however, she dove beneath the water and disappeared, leaving a very confused Gallus behind.

"Uh..." he uttered, trying to find her while keeping himself afloat. The water was very clear, but the lake bed was covered with loads of plant life, so he had trouble finding her.

Seconds into his search, Gallus felt something wrap around his hind paw. At first, he thought it was a piece of seaweed or something similar that snagged him, only before he could even look down to investigate, he was pulled straight under. The moment his head went under the water, Gallus went into full panic mode. He immediately held his breath, his claws reaching desperately for the surface to no avail.

Quickly burning through his stamina, Gallus needed to take a breath. He resisted the urge to do so, knowing that his lungs would be filled with nothing but water before eventually drowning. Try as he might, his own biology betrayed him, forcing him to open his beak.

Right as the griffon was about to involuntarily take in water, something was swiftly slipped over his head. To Gallus surprise and relief, his lungs were taking in great gulp-fills of air, his panic soon receding as he caught his breath.

"Whoopsie! I forgot for a second that you breath, you know, air..."

Gallus opened his eyes and spotted Silverstream floating in front of him, a timid look on her face as she placed his fins behind herself. The griffon glared at her; he was none too pleased with how Silverstream had put the fear of death in him more than once that day. Regardless, seeing as he was still alive to be upset about it, Gallus decided to let her off the hook and instead observed his surroundings. He was initially a bit confused as to why he was able to breath underwater, but the answer soon came to him once he noticed that the surrounding water was being kept at bay by the air bubble engulfing his head.

"Huh. Your handiwork, I presume," he said, being careful as to not pop the bubble with his claw as he pointed to it.

Silverstream nodded with a cheerful "Yup!"

"Mm, neat party trick," Gallus replied. "So, I'm guessing you dragging me to what I thought would be my watery grave has something to do with that thing you supposedly always wanted to try. Am I hitting the mark here?"

At that remark, Silverstream's muzzle grew a sultry, sly grin. "Doubly right again, Gallus" she said sweetly, placing her fins on the griffon's shoulders as she pressed her chest against his. "And you know what, that thing I've always wanted to try is so simple, too. Just never had an opportunity to do so... until now~"

"O-oh?" answered Gallus, slightly flustered. His hard member was sandwiched between their two bodies, pressed flatly against his stomach while the seapony began grinding her lower half over his groin. Even through the water, his base picked up the intense heat radiating from her slit. "Let me guess," he continued. "That thing you want to do: sex underwater."

Silver's fins slid down from Gallus's shoulders and made their way over his flanks. "Bingo," she chimed, giving his rear a teasing squeeze.

With that said, Silverstream guided Gallus to the lake's bottom, where she then had him lay down on a bed of moss. Right away Gallus set about to make himself comfortable, his erection pointing straight up in proud display all the while. Once his rump found snug purchase on the moss, Gallus further separated his hind legs and shot the seapony a lopsided grin.

Needing no further invitation, and thinking they were long past the need for any further foreplay, Silverstream swam over him and went straight to business. Placing one fin on the griffon's shoulder, Silver looked between their chests and began angling her decent. Within mere moments, the tip of Gallus's spire hit its mark and began its insertion, its warmth practically burning to Silverstream when compared to the surrounding cool water. A few moments later, the rest of the tool's length slid in, followed by Silverstream giving off a low, pleasurable moan.

With one claw on her hip, Gallus reached around Silver and placed the other over what he believed to be the seapony equivalent of a rear. Nevertheless, he steadily pushed her down, slowly impaling her over his throbbing cock. Before long, he grunted contently as he fully hilted within her, though his knot seemed to have difficulties pushing past her slit.

Despite that, the two breathed a pleasurable sigh before pulling their hips away, only to have them meet again, albeit somewhat violently. After repeating the act a few more times, Silverstream practically bounced atop Gallus, all while he bucked his hips upwards to meet her halfway. Working into a set tempo, the two kept at it, Silver directing her moans and cries upwards while Gallus grit his teeth in concentration. At the speed they were moving, wet slaps would have accompanied the joining of their groins were it not for the water.

Unbeknownst to the two, seeing as they were so focused on the act, their swift motions stirred the water around them, kicking up sand and plants adjacent to them. There was so much force behind their movements that it was only a matter of time before the two began to float upwards, though either had failed to realize that. They both maintained their intimate tango during their accent, Gallus with his eyes tightly closed and Silver moaning while staring up at the surface, too distracted by mind-boggling pleasure to notice it was getting closer.

Nearly halfway towards the surface, the two sped up their efforts; they'd done the same song and dance enough times that day to recognize the telltale signs of the other's impending climax, and therefore tried to push the other one over the edge first. Throwing all caution to the wind, the two moved faster and faster, both edging the other towards their release. Due to their movements, their positions slowly flipped.

Almost a minute later, right as the two unknowingly emerged from the water with Silverstream floating on her back and Gallus atop her, one of them made it clear that they were losing their little competition.

"F-fuck!" cried Silverstream, her mind going hazy as she raised her tail to meet Gallus's downward thrusts. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna--"

Deciding not to let her finish that sentence, Gallus brought his waist down with everything he had, turning her words into muted gasps. Coincidentally, the impact had enough momentum behind it to force his knot between her slit. Upon feeling an extra few inches penetrate her, Silverstream finally came. Shutting her eyes, she wrapped her fins around Gallus and brought him belly to belly with her as she wailed loudly. Her walls squeezed, twitched, and quivered around the griffon's length, all while intense pleasure rippled throughout her whole body.

Spurred on by the new warmth now directly transferring around his knot, Gallus halfheartedly returned the embrace and climaxed as well. He half grunted, half moaned as his mast twitched before releasing thick spurts of its payload directly into Silver's womb, his knot struggling to swell to its full size around the seapony's tight slit. Seconds passed, and as both of their voices died down, the last rope of Gallus's seed (possibly the last for the entire day, Gallus sensed) was discharged, the pleasure and adrenaline that came with his release having caused him to momentarily black out.

Immediately coming to, Gallus found himself laying listlessly atop of Silverstream, their two chests heaving heavily. Silverstream appeared conscious, though just barely if her low groans and mumbles were any indication. After turning his attention to his surroundings, Gallus soon noticed that they had surfaced from the water sometime ago, although due to how intense that last session was, he couldn't recall when that happened. Lacking the strength or will to do just about anything at that point, Gallus opted to simply lay still and allow the sun to shine its inviting warmth over his drenched backside and wings.

After a few seconds of aimless drifting, however, the pair heard what sounded to be a slow clap coming from nearby, the sound causing the two to shoot their eyes open in terror. Fearful that they had been caught in a compromising position, the two scanned in all directions. Due to his exceptional griffon sight, it didn't take long before Gallus honed his sights on a familiar orange dragon standing at the lake's shore.

"S-Smolder!" he uttered upon seeing her, panic setting in.

"Oh, Smolder's here?" Seeing the direction Gallus was staring at, Silverstream did the same and immediately spotted her friend, albeit from an upside down point of view due to her position. "Oh hey Smolder!" she greeted, waving her fin at her. "Gee, how long have you been standing there?"

"Eh, not long. Heard what I thought was two dying animals so I decided to investigate. Just a happy little accidentally that I walk out from the bushes and find you two here," Smolder replied. Sporting a toothy, lopsided grin on her face, she cast her sights on the pair and she crossed her arms over her chest. "So... having yourselves a little recreational swim there, huh?"

"Th-this isn't what it looks like!" cried Gallus. Ever since Smolder and him had sex in her dorm room, the two carried on as if nothing had happened and Gallus never bothered to ask if that made them a couple. Regardless, if she did consider them to be one, then she just caught him cheating on her with another girl, and with one of their other friends no less.

Wanting desperately to somewhat salvage the situation, Gallus made to separate himself from Silver; he was going to put some distance between them and claim that it was nothing more than a casual swim between two friends. Unfortunately, Gallus immediately ran into a slight hiccup with that plan. Namely the fact that he couldn't yank his knot out from Silverstream's pussy. In a panic, he flapped his waterlogged wings and tried to pull his groin away, yet all he succeeded in doing was making Silverstream blush and moan in front of Smolder from the struggle.

"'Not what it looks like,' hmm?" said Smolder, tapping her foot. "You mean to tell me that that's not your dick wedged knot-deep inside Silverstream's fish cooch?"

"Um..." Gallus was speechless. He had no idea what to say. Shutting his eyes, Gallus prepared himself for what he was sure to be immolation by dragon fire. What instead happened, Gallus did not expect.

"You know what, don't answer; it's pretty clear that it is," said Smolder. Much to Gallus's shock and surprise, there was no spite or malice in her voice. Quite the opposite, in fact. "Anyway, if it's anything like last time, it'll be a while before that knot of yours looses it's swelling, so you two will have to come up with a good excuse as to why you arrived late to your next class."

"Ooh, good idea!" cheered Silverstream.

"I, uh..." Gallus had trouble processing why this unfortunate meeting was so casual.

"Well I'm done with my lunch," said Smolder, spreading her wings and hopping into the air. "Next class is gonna start in a bit, and unlike you two, I'll be arriving on time. Silverstream," she winked at the sea pony, who winked back, "Gallus, later."

And with that, Smolder flew off, leaving an extremely confused griffon behind. Gallus stared off at where Smolder was, his beak slack.

"Wha... what just happened?" he asked.

"We had sex, multiple times. That's what happened," Silverstream answered nonchalantly before whispering, "That and I won my part of the bet..."

Gallus blinked, then looked to her. "What was that?"

"O-oh nothing!" Silverstream dismissed with a wave of her fin. "Oh hey, idea! See, I'm less tighter as a hippogriff, so do you think if I changed back into one your knot would pop right out and we'd be able to get to class on time, or do you think something would go horribly wrong midway through the transformation? Mm, namely something horrible happening to your pecker. Oh well, guess we won't find out till we try!"

Upon seeing Silverstream reach a fin for her necklace, Gallus's eyes widened in terror. His claw shot out faster than lightning, stopping her fin from making contact with the pear fragment.

"Uh-uh! We are not risking that!" he decreed. "We are going to play it safe and just wait untill the swelling goes down, understood?"

Seeing no qualms with that plan, Silverstream nodded and Gallus released her fin and breathed a sigh of relief. Just like Smolder predicted, Gallus's knot did lose it's swelling, though the wait did cause them to be late. When questioned by Professor Fluttershy for their tardiness, their excuse went nothing beyond:

"Sorry, we were sort of caught up in a bind."

Ocellus

"Uh, you sure you left it here, Ocellus?" asked Sandbar, rummaging through dusty old bookshelves in the castle of the two sisters' decrepit library.

Searching from the other side of the room, the young changeling answered. "It has to be; if it's not in my room and not in the mess hall, then it's gotta be here. This room is a lot less dustier than last time, so if I did leave it here, then there's a good chance Professor Twilight came by, saw it and shelved away it without realizing what it was."

Realizing that was a likely possibility, Sandbar gave a low sigh under his breath. When Ocellus asked him to help her find her misplaced textbook, he thought it'd be a quick and easy task that'd be accomplished within an hour or two. Instead, he found himself far from the school, searching for one specific book in a room chalk full of them! It was like finding a needle in a haystack, only the hay was replaced with other needles... To make matters worse it was already late, and Sandbar had no intention of spending an entire night in a dingy and crumbling castle.

Finding no such luck, Sandbar stepped back from the bookshelf, then used his hoof to remove a bothersome cobweb from his mane. "Well I'm pulling up zilch on my end. You doing any better over there, 'Cellus?" No reply came, which slightly worried the earth pony. "Uh... Ocellus, you there?"

"Found it!" Ocellus cheered suddenly, causing Sandbar to jump from how unexpected her voice was.

With shock quickly being replaced by relief, Sandbar spoke. "Really, that's great!" Stepping into her book aisle, he found the changeling stuffing a textbook into her book bag. "Sweet. Now that that's taken care of, let's head back before it gets any darker out."

"Heh, don't have to tell me twice," she said, standing up as she closed the bag and secured it to her person. Ocellus secured it to her person. Turning to her side, she then looked at the face of an old grandfather clock that was surprisingly still functional. "Oh wow, it's already nine? Finding this book took a lot longer than I thought it would!"

Finding another cobweb on his shoulder, Sandbar quickly brushed it off, saying, "Well I'm just glad you found it and we can go back now. Don't know about you, but I think I've had enough of this place for one night."

With that said, the two exited the library and retraced their steps back to the main hall. It was a mostly quiet and uneventful walk, though Sandbar found it strange how Ocellus wanted to stop every few yards or so to admire a painting or suit of armor. It wasn't their first time within the castle of the two sisters, and they already thoroughly explored the place the first time around; Ocellus shouldn't have been acting like she was seeing the place's furnishings for the first time. Despite the delay, both students soon found themselves standing before the entrance's large, looming front doors. Once they opened those doors, however, they were in for an unwanted discovery.

"Wow, I don't remember seeing any clouds on the way here," said Ocellus.

Sandbar was perplexed. What should have been an open star and moon-filled night high above them was instead a large mass of swirling dark clouds. They looked like storm clouds by the looks of them, which Sandbar found strange, as he didn't recall hearing about any chance of rain in the forecasts. Then again, the castle of the two sisters wasn't too far from the Everfree Forest, which has been known to have unusual and practically unpredictable weather. Nevertheless, Sandbar didn't want to stick around for when they finally release their watery torrent.

"Come on!" urged Sandbar, hurriedly trotting down the stairs. "We gotta make it back before it starts pouring!"

Ocellus faltered for a moment, blinking at Sandbar before it finally registered to her. "O-oh, right!" Holding her bookbag tightly with a hoof, Ocellus splayed her wings and buzzed over to Sandbar's side before trotting alongside him.

Try as they might, the pair didn't make it very far before lightning streaked across the sky, a deluge of water accompanying the following thunder. Right away, Sandbar came to a horrifying realization: the clouds above weren't rain clouds, but storm clouds. The water poured fast and unrelenting, severely reducing both Ocellus and Sandbar's visibility. With forelegs raised to shield his eyes, Sandbar attempted to trek forward, only to then stop when he noticed that Ocellus was lagging behind.

"Nn... wh-whoa!" she cried upon being forced back by a sudden and fierce gust of wind.

Seeing that, Sandbar stopped. They were nowhere near the school, and the trip back would be too difficult for Ocellus in such harsh conditions... or at least make it back without her getting sick in the process. Putting his friend's health above his own impatience, Sandbar grabbed Ocellus by the hoof and lead her back to the only shelter close enough. The changeling seemed initially confused by that, but went along with him anyway.

Minutes later, the two reentered the decrepit castle, both dripping and shivering as they closed the doors behind themselves.

"As much as it pains me to say it," said Sandbar, shaking some loose water from his leg fur, "we're gonna have to wait out this storm in here... Man, I don't know about you, but does that freak storm seem a little, you know, freaky?"

"Heh heh... eh, no, not really." Ocellus shrugged, her mouth stretched into a nervous smile. "Weird weather happens all the time. It's not like somepony planned this or anything!"

Earlier that same day...

"I'm sorry, Twi," Rainbow Dash scratched her head, "and why do you want a rain storm over the castle of the two sisters?"

"Because I planned it?" Twilight replied.

Again, Rainbow scratched her head. "Yeah, I get that, but... I mean, it seems a little weird to have one there."

In response, Twilight shot a hoof forward. "Hey, who's the princessy head-mare here? If I say I want there to be rain, I expect it to be done without question!"

"Whoa, Twilight," said Rainbow, visibly taken aback. "You woke up on the wrong side of bed or something?" Twilight stared her down, prompting the pegasus to sigh in defeat. "It's a bit of a strange request, but fine. I'll wrangle up some clouds and have that storm ready by... Um, what time did you say you want it again?"

"Nine tonight," Twilight promptly answered. "If everything goes as planned, he should be there with me by then."

Rainbow cocked a brow, obviously puzzled by that statement. "Uh, 'he'? Who's he?"

"Wh-what, did I say he?" blurted Twilight, stumbling back a bit. "Sorry, don't know why I blurted that; guess I didn't get as much sleep as I thought. A-anyway, you've got the time and place now, so don't forget? Got that, okay, great--bye!"

Rainbow raised her hoof and opened her mouth, but before she could even utter a word, Twilight had already all but ran around a corner. Finding a restroom, Twilight stopped in front of its door, then looked down both ends of the hallway. After confirming that nopony was around, she entered and immediately made for a vacant stall. Once the stall door closed behind her, there was a bright green flash within the enclosed space, followed shortly by the door opening and Ocellus stepping out.

Back in her original form, the changeling walked to the sink where she then splashed some water on her face. With that done, Ocellus dried her face and breathed a sigh of relief as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. Ocellus was terrified the entire time, strutting around as Twilight; the real Twilight could have showed up, or Rainbow could have seen through her disguise. Whatever the punishment was for impersonating the head mare--and a princess no less!--Ocellus was glad that she wasn't going to find out what it was anytime soon.

"Alright, so that storm is scheduled for later on tonight," she muttered to herself. "You can check that off the list. After that, the rest should be easy sailing from then on out... right?"

Ocellus gave her reflection a good long look. She told Smolder that she'd be able to seduce Sandbar without changing her form, but now she was starting to have doubts. Sandbar had spend his entire life with ponies, so how could he find a changeling such as her attractive? Nevertheless, Ocellus already invested much into the wager, and she couldn't face Smolder's smug face at the next sleepover if she didn't at least try.

With her mind made up, Ocellus steeled her gaze, then took a breath before exiting the bathroom. Minutes later, she knocked on Sandbar's door, which the pony shortly answered.

"Hey Sandbar," Ocellus greeted. "I hope it's not a bad time for you, but I could really use some help with something..."

"H-h-how's the fire c-c-coming along?" asked Ocellus, shivering while half buried in throw pillows.

"Al...most..." said Sandbar, striking flint over some dry kindling he found scattered in the castle halls. Apparently some birds and other critters tried to make nests in the nooks and crannies of the castle, only to later abandon them.

Seeing as the two had no choice but to spend the night in the castle, they decided to do so with at least some semblance of comfort. Upon discovering a lounge room with a built in fireplace, the two huddled close together for warmth before it while Sandbar tried to get the fire started. If Head Mare Twilight was there she'd possibly throw a fit if she looked into the hearth and saw broken bits of furniture that her two students where hoping to use as fuel for the fire.

"So uh... O-Ocellus?" asked Sandbar in mid-flint strike.

"Y-yeah?"

"You changelings can use magic, r-right? I m-mean, you've got the horns and all."

Ocellus nodded. "Of course. Wh-why do you ask?"

"Well," another flint strike, another spark, "I was thinking it'd be r-real neat if you had some handy fire-starting s-spell."

"S-sorry. All I really know is basic levitation." That was a lie; Pharynx back home taught many of the young changelings basic survival skills, an ember spell being one of them specifically for fire-starting. Ocellus heard somewhere that stallions like saving 'mares in distress' and she was more than willing to endure the cold and play helpless if it'd give her an advantage. She still didn't know if Sandbar would even find a changeling such as herself attractive, after all.

With a disappointed yet understanding hum, Sandbar continued his attempts. Minutes later, his efforts were rewarded when a few sparks flew out and took to the kindling. Seeing the embers grow, the earth pony quickly set the flint aside and crouched near the fireplace. Careful as to not smother them, Sandbar blew gently on the budding cinders, slowly nurturing them into a weak but growing flame.

After carefully nudging the kindling beneath the burning bits of wood, the wicks grew more intense, eventually growing strong enough to accept the surrounding wood. Before long, it developed into a real fire, providing an inviting warmth for the two students.

"W-wow," started Ocellus, reaching her hooves towards the fire. "You got this started just in the nick of time. I guess you could say you're my hero, Sandbar."

Stoking the fire with a stick, Sandbar smiled. "It's nothing," he muttered around the impromptu fire poker.

Satisfied that the fire was burning sufficiently, Sandbar set the stick aside and took a seat a foot or two away from Ocellus. As the earth pony then raised his hooves to bask them in the warmth as well, Ocellus figured that now was a good opportunity as ever to test the waters.

Being sly about it, Ocellus stealthily slid her way towards Sandbar bit by bit. In the meantime he was completely oblivious, as he didn't notice until her side was pressed right against his.

"Uh... what are you doing?" he asked, looking at her from his peripheral vision.

"Sorry," Ocellus apologized, shyly scooting away. "It's just... I'm still a little cold, and your fur looks so warm. I... I couldn't help it. That... didn't weird you out or anything, did it?"

Sandbar turned away from the fire and faced Ocellus. She looked like such a small thing to him, hooves wrapped around herself and shivering. Remnants of rain water reflected the flame's light as they slide down her smooth chitin; unlike him, her vastly different physiology seemed to have difficulty helping her adjust to the cold, even with the fire there. Not wanting to see his friend suffer like that, Sandbar leaned over to Ocellus, where he then wrapped a hoof around her before bringing her over to his side.

"Eh," he cleared his throat, "better?"

"V-very." Despite appearing perfectly composed, Ocellus was ecstatic, as things were going much smoother than she anticipated! She had several ideas on how to get Sandbar comfortable with her body, but never would she have foreseen him taking the initiative by pulling her so close to him. Nevertheless, Ocellus couldn't celebrate just yet, as she still had a ways to go before being able to fulfill her end of the wager. Unable to ask for a better position than she already was, Ocellus curbed her excitement and proceeded with the next step in her plan.

"U-um... Sandbar," she asked shyly.

"Hmm?" acknowledged Sandbar, wondering why his friend suddenly looked so timid and reserved. Seeing her in that state, he began to think that perhaps wrapping his hoof around her the way he did turned out to be such a bad idea after all; although done with the good intentions of keeping her warm, it was an invasion of her personal space, after all. Holding his breath, and readying his hoof to withdraw at a moment's notice should Ocellus confirm his suspicion, Sandbar waited for what she had to say.

"I... I just want to say that... I'm... sorry we're stuck here because of me."

"What?" Sandbar said, stunned. "Ocellus, that's not something you need to apologize for!"

"But... but it is," she rebutted. "If I hadn't lost my book in the first place, if I hadn't been so forgetful, I wouldn't have dragged you with me through most of the school and this castle looking for it."

"H-hey now..." Sandbar uttered, using his foreleg already wrapped around her to give the changeling a small yet comforting squeeze. Ocellus looked up at Sandbar in surprise from that, which drew out a small smile from the earth pony. "Well, clearly something's wrong with your memory, 'cause the way I'm remembering it, you didn't drag me around." Again, Sandbar tightened his foreleg's hold on her small frame, bringing her even closer to his side. "I agreed to help you because you're my friend and you asked, rainstorm or no."

Teary eyed, Ocellus returned Sandbar's smile, then closed her eyes before resting her head on his side. "Thanks for that. You're a friend worth having, you know that, Sandbar?"

"Yeah, well... heh," Sandbar bashfully put it, swiping his free hoof across his snout in an effort to hide his cocky grin.

As Sandbar turned his attention back to the fire, so too did Ocellus grin. She had gotten the anvil nice and hot, and only now would she strike. After taking a moment to allow her neutral expression return, Ocellus continued with her scheme.

"Still," she said softly, casually resting her hoof on Sandbar's thigh, "I wish there was something I could do for you; some way to apologize for getting you in this mess."

Sandbar looked down to her hoof. Its placement was... odd, but he easily dismissed it as her simply getting comfortable. "Your apology is enough, Ocellus. You don't really have to do anything for me."

"Mm, I don't know." Slowly, Ocellus's hoof began to make circular motions on Sandbar's thigh. "You've done me such a great service, keeping me company all this time, and I'll just continue to feel bad if I don't do at least something for you."

"O-oh?" Sandbar was taken aback. Ocellus personality, it was like it had taken a complete one-eighty. One minute she was her usual shy and timid self, the next she seemed... Suddenly, Sandbar's posture straightened, as Ocellus's hoof slid into his groin area unannounced.

Rather than immediately turn to the changeling and question what she was doing, Sandbar merely sat still, as he was more floored by the sudden turn of events. Glad that he wasn't turning away in disgust, Ocellus continued, her face turning an intense shade of red as her hoof soon gently fondled the earth pony's privates. With that, Ocellus's intentions became clear to Sandbar, his tense shoulders going slacked as he made no attempt to stop her.

It was Ocellus's first time touching another pony in such a direct manner, though despite her inexperience, her touch caused Sandber's stallionhood to extend and grow erect. Within moments, thanks to her hoof's constant coaxing, it was at full mast, and Ocellus had to stop to see what she should be working with. The changeling's eyes soon widened, as the pony's tool was much larger than she originally anticipated. Of course, it could have been that his penis simply seemed larger to her, seeing as she was quite possibly the smallest of the group. Regardless, she came this far, and she wasn't about to back down now.

After composing herself, Ocellus carefully reached for Sandbar's member, the hard, burning tube of flesh giving off a few throbs once her hoof wrapped around the middle of it.

"A-ah," Sandbar groaned in pleasure, his squirms nearly causing Ocellus to release him. For a moment, she thought that she somehow hurt him, or that he was indicating for her to stop. Once a few seconds passed by and Sandbar said nothing, Ocellus began to slide her hoof down his length, albeit carefully.

Before long, her hoof reached his base, and a smile grew on Sandbar's face as his breathing hitched. Upon realizing that he was indeed enjoying it, Ocellus silently breathed out in relief, then slowly reversed her hoof's direction. Gentle yet firm was her upstroke, her blue hoof gliding past the stallion's medial ring, not stopping until it neared the tip. After bringing her hoof back down, then up again, Ocellus paused when she witnessed a bead of pre emerge from his urethra. Fixated on it,
and amazed that she had caused such a reaction, Ocellus's smile grew sultry before she resumed her hoofstrokes. Doing this, she dew out more of the pony's lubricant, causing it to soon drip down to join the changeling's hoof, which in turn made Sandbar's rod glisten in the fire's light as Ocellus smeared it up and down the entirety of his length.

Minutes later, as Ocellus maintained her slow yet steady hoof motions, Sandbar did something she didn't expect. During his grunts and low exhales of pleasure, the young stallion's fore-hoof planted itself on Ocellus's inner thigh. Surprised by the sudden contact, Ocellus stopped her ministrations, then looked up and gave Sandbar a quizzical look. To her confusion still, Sandbar smirked, and his motive then revealed itself to Ocellus when his hoof dove straight between her hind-legs.

Ocellus gasped, her shuddering form hunching over as Sandbar's hoof pressed and gently ground itself over her sensitive privates. She rarely ever touched herself (when busy working to maintain a hive, surrounded by other changelings at nearly all hours of the day, one barely ever finds the time), and having another do it to her for the first time caused a sensation that was near indescribable to her. It was pleasurable, to say the least; like a tingling, electrifying feeling was spreading from Sandbar's touch and traveling throughout her body, making her shake and quiver uncontrollably.

Amused by her reaction, Sandbar figured a little experimentation was in order, something to gauge just how sensitive she was. First thing he did was to move his hoof in slow circles over her folds, which was already starting moisten against his frog. Ocellus's reaction was to twitch and writhe, her mouth agape in a silent moan as her own hold over Sandbar's stallionhood began to slacken. Although Sandbar was a bit disappointed to have her grasp on him weaken, his hoof's motions didn't stop, as he was mostly driven by curiosity at that point. Rather than wonder what would happen if he were to suddenly move his hoof side to side over her now-engorged clitoris, Sandbar did just that and had to refrain from laughing when Ocellus pressed her forehead against his side and began taking deep, sharp breaths.

Her breath tickling his fur, Sandbar was content to play with his new toy for a while longer, only for that course of action to be complexly out the window when Ocellus threw him for a loop. To his surprise, Ocellus, despite still squirming by his hoof's actions, somehow managed enough self control to reaffirm her hold over Sandbar's throbbing erection. It wasn't nearly as firm as it was moments prior, but it was the action itself that astonished the stallion.

"You're... you're so unfair," she breathed out unevenly, her hoof-grip traveling up to the tip of Sandbar's rigid spire before returning to its base.

Accepting her hoof strokes as a proclamation of a challenge, Sandbar smiled and teased her clit a few more times before grinding the flat of his hoof up and down her slit. Again, Ocellus was overcome by immense pleasure that she had no defense for, yet despite her whining into his fur, her hoof motions refused to let up. If anything, her hoof moved even faster, a lewd, wet sound being heard among the fire's many crackles as she continued to jerk him off. Before long, her effort was rewarded when Sandbar stopped his actions, a large dead of his pre dripping onto the stone floor as he sucked in air through his grit teeth.

After a shaky exhale, Sandbar recovered, then immediately retaliated by pressing his hoof over Ocellus's fully wet pussy and moving them in circles. With each set, his hoof would momentarily pull one of her folds back, only to release it and slide to the other, but not before 'accidentally' brushing the changeling's sensitive clit along the way. His hoof would do a few laps of this, and right when Sandbar began to suspect that she was growing accustomed to the pleasure it allotted her, he'd reverse it's direction to keep her off-guard. His strategy appeared to work, as he felt warm soak into his fur as Ocellus moaned into his side.

Nearly a minute later, Ocellus was still in the race, as she was still stroking Sandbar's mast while his hoof continued its assault on her nethers. Try as she might, however, it became clear that Sandbar had the better endurance of the two, as Ocellus's limit was already creeping up on her. Bit by bit, she was brought closer to the edge by the pony's methodical hoof motions, and it wasn't long before one precise brush of her clit triggered her release.

"G-gaaah~!" Ocellus moaned, her sense of self melting away as she finally climaxed.

Her face remaining buried in Sandbar's fur, Ocellus's body twitched and spasmed, her hind-legs locking the pony's hoof in place. With another cry, Ocellus released Sandbar's stallionhood and instead wrapped both arms around his outstretched foreleg. Holding on tightly as if for dear life, her pussy quivered and undulated for a few seconds before her hot essence erupted from it, coating the stallion's trapped hoof with it. The first two squirts were powerful, though the ones following discharged less and less, until finally the flow stopped altogether.

With her release having ceased, Ocellus's muscles relaxed as she slowly began to recover from her intense orgasm. Starting with her forelegs, she released her hold on Sandbar's before slumping limply against the stallion's side. His scent flooding her senses with each shuddering breath she took, Ocellus's half open eyes stared forward, alternating between crystal clarity and unfocused shapes. While her breathing worked to regulate itself, her eyes were soon drawn, rather lazily, towards Sanbar's hoof still between her legs as he began to move it.

After successfully withdrawing his hoof with little resistance, Sandbar held it between himself and the fire. Coated in Ocellus's release, his hoof shimmered in the fire's light, remnants of her warmth still clinging to it. As Sandbar continued to observe his hoof, gravity caused a drop of the changeling's essence to drip free from it, landing squarely on his hard member. His attention brought back to his own anatomy, Sandbar was reminded of the fact that, although Ocellus was unable to make him cum before she did, she did bring him pretty darn close.

Not wanting to be left riled up all night, Sandbar decided to take care of that himself. Without giving it much thought, he reached his hoof for his stiff rod; unbeknownst to him, he was using the same one still coated in Ocellus's fluids. Feeling the wetness once he wrapped his hoof around his tool, Sandbar was a bit embarrassed by that mistake, but not undeterred. Surprised by how pleasant it felt, the young stallion refrained from switching hooves and instead started to stroke his length. Up and down his hoof went, the friction on his stallionhood significantly lessened by his friend's release.

Fighting to keep her eyes opened, Ocellus watched with interest as the scene unfold before her. Granted, half of what she saw as mostly taken up by Sandbar's fur, what with her still leaning against him, but it was fascinating all the same. Sandbar continued to pleasure himself, grunting lowly as he brought himself closer and closer to the edge. His hoof moved at a steady pace, drawing out more of his pre each time it visited his tip.

Ocellus was memorized by his movements; compared to how Sandbar wielded his mast, her earlier attempt at a hoof-job seemed sloppy and downright amateur. With that in mind, Ocellus silently berated herself for not doing further research, then proceeded to study his exact hoof strokes in the hopes of redeeming herself within the next minute or two. Being a quick study, it didn't take long before Ocellus got the gist of it, but before she could intact her plan to pick up where she left off, Sandbar's movements suddenly changed.

One minute, his hoof stroked his shaft with deft precision, the next it moved at a erratic, fevered pace. Stunned by this, Ocellus could only watch as the pony moved his hoof in swift, piston-like motions. Moments later, Sandbar threw his head back and released a guttural moan, a stark contrast to the near-quiet wet slaps produced between his hind-legs. Next thing Ocellus knew, Sandbar's hoof moved even faster, his hard length visibly convulsing before finally releasing its load.

It happened so suddenly and so expectantly that Ocellus 'eeep'ed in surprise. Spurt after spurt of cum erupted from the tip of Sandbar's stallionhood, all while his hoof continued to glide over it. The sticky substance shot forward, soon staining the stone tiles beneath them with several white streaks. And just like that, it was over; Sandbar's following ejaculate tapered into nothing before ceasing all together, his rod going limp in his hoof.

As Sandbar slouched back and seemingly was taking a breather, Ocellus forced herself upright and surveyed the damage. He certainly did a number on the tiles before him, though one such streak seemed to have had more force behind it than the others. It stretched from the floor and into the fireplace, ending right where the fire was. Now that Ocellus thought about it, she may have heard something sizzle around the time he came, though she was too preoccupied seeing him take care of himself to really notice.

And with that thought, a realization came to Ocellus, one that left her a bit disappointed. She had hoped to observe Sandbar's hoof motions so she could learn enough to finish what she started, but it was obvious by then that she was too slow on the draw.

Ignoring the slight chill the tiles made to his back, Sandbar decided to lie down and bask in the rest of his high. Sandbar was unable to enjoy himself for long, however, as he noticed something was wrong once he opened his eyes and looked to Ocellus. She seemed so apprehensive, dismayed even, what with her slight frown and far off stare.

Seeing that, Sandbar began to worry. He had no idea what she could be potentially upset about, especially after what they both did to each other. It may have started off with her surprising him, but in the end it was consensual for both parties and both seemed to have enjoyed it. At least... Sandbar was sure that he did, anyway. After a few silent seconds spent staring back at her, the young stallion gathered his courage and decided to just ask her.

"Uh... is something wrong?" he started.

Stirred by his voice, Ocellus blinked and shook her head, almost as if some spell had been broken. "Wh-what? Wh... why do you ask?"

Sandbar paused for a second or two, then spoke. "You just looked a little upset is all. Uh, you angry or something? Did I uh... did I do something wrong? Something you didn't like?"

"I..." Ocellus bit her lip. She had no idea on how to tell him that she wanted to be the one to bring him to orgasm. She could try, of course, but the fear of embarrassing herself prevented her from doing so. That and she didn't want to risk the girls' wager accidentally slipping out.

"It's..." she forced a smile, "it's nothing."

Ocellus's answer didn't sit well with Sandbar. He may not have known all that much about girls, but even he knew that when a mare (or changeling in this case) says that nothing is wrong, then it meant that he screwed up big somehow.

Before the young stallion could even hazard a guess as to what his offence was, Ocellus laid herself next to him. Adding to Sandbar's trepidation, she turned her back to him and let out a quiet sigh.

"The storm..." she yawned. "The storm's oughta blow over come morning, so let's just focus on getting some sleep until then."

"Right, y-yeah. Good idea." Following suit, Sandbar also turned his back to Ocellus. "Um... goodnight, Ocellus..."

"Goodnight, Sandbar."

With that said and done, the two fell silent, though sleep didn't come easy for both the pony and changeling. Sandbar's brain was too busy running over the night's events to see where he could have gone wrong to make his friend upset, while Ocellus thoughts were preoccupied with a different matter altogether. The way she envisioned it, her and Sandbar should have gone on to the main event by then, instead they lingered too long on the foreplay session, so much so that he went and took care of both their releases. She had to correct that somehow, make it where she was the one to make him cum. Only then could she face Smolder with her head held high in triumph.

As Ocellus tried to think of a way to salvage the situation, she let her guard down, allowing sleep to creep up on her...

The following morning, Sandbar was the first to stir and awaken. Despite having a full night's sleep, the pony still felt tired, so much so that he refused to open his eyes. A normal reaction, given how he slept on the cold hard floor with little to no bedding. As he continued to lay there, his brain slowly becoming more active, certain sensations gradually returned to Sandbar.

The first was the soreness in his muscles, demanding that he never leave the comfort of his bed again, and the second was the slight chill in the air biting his back. Curious as to why it was cold again, Sandbar readied an ear and listened for crackling from the fireplace. When he failed to hear it, and his nose chose that moment to inform him of the hint of soot in the air, Sandbar came to the conclusion that the fire must have gone out sometime while he was sleeping. If that was the case, then what exactly was providing warmth to his chest?

Driven by that revelation, Sandbar forced his groggy eyes open. After blinking away the blur that followed, Sandbar's eyes fully widened by what he discovered. It was Ocellus. She was still asleep, nestled against him. Her chest pressed against Sandbar's and her breath tickled his neck. To the stallion's further confusion, his own forelegs where wrapped around the changeling, keeping them locked in a light embrace.

Knowing fully well that they both went to sleep with their backs facing each other, Sandbar pondered on how they came to this position. Once again catching the scent of soot, the pony determined what was a likely cause. When the fire was still there, the two were content to sleep separately. However, once that same fire died with nopony to attend to it, Ocellus and Sandbar, both running on autopilot, seeked out the closest source of warmth available to them: each other.

With that mystery solved and squared away, Sandbar, now more alert than moments prior, chose to observe the changeling sleeping so peacefully in his hooves. He certainly had no inclination to separate himself from Ocellus, given how she was the only thing staving off the cold (if at least partially) and he had no motivation or energy to get up yet. If anything, he would see if he could go back to sleep, though first he'd have to first shift some limbs a bit that were getting a little too sore for his liking.

Being careful not to wake Ocellus, Sandbar slowly moved and stretched some muscles. Mere seconds into this excursion, however, Sandbar was stricken with a dreadful realization when he moved his hips back. It appeared that their chests weren't the only parts of their bodies that were making contact, as their crotches were doing the same. That alone wouldn't have been such a big problem, if it weren't for the fact that Sandbar was sporting some morning wood.

His erection had inserted and sandwiched itself between Ocellus's thighs, the upper half of which was rested comfortably against the changeling's labia. She was especially warm down there, intense heat being transferred to Sandbar via his hard rod. How that wasn't the first thing Sandbar felt upon waking, he would never know.

Feeling as if he were overstepping some boundary, even unintentionally, Sandbar was now motivated to separate himself, starting with his extended anatomy. Ignoring the desire to have his stallionhood remain where it was, Sandbar bit onto his lower lips and began to slowly pull his hips back. Try as he might, however, he only withdrew an inch or two before his spire acted on its own, thumping upwards against Ocellus's marehood.

The changeling began to stir, a half moan, half groan escaping from her lips. In response, Sandbar became deathly still. He hoped against hope that she'd go back to sleep; it'd be difficult for him to explain why his mast was between her legs. The fact that he was already awake didn't look good. In the end, it seemed that luck just wasn't favoring him in that moment, as Ocellus began to open her eyes.

"Mm, S-Sandbar?" she uttered, shutting her eyes hard before reopening them. "When did you get so clo--"

Again, involuntary lower-muscle twitches caused Sandbar's rod to thump against Ocellus's slit. The changeling moaned again, her muscles jolting this time. Almost instinctively, her forehoof moved for her groin, searching for what was molesting her. Sandbar could only smile nervously as he stared back at Ocellus while her hoof patted up and down his length.

"Th... this is..." Ocellus's words fell silent, a deep blush overtaking her blue face.

Embarrassed, Sandbar’s face did the same. He could do nothing more than lie there, his nervous smile frozen in place as the fierce warmth spread through his cheeks. He considered making an attempt to explain himself, but his rod, reacting this time to Ocellus’s touch, jerked once more against the changeling’s.

Realizing that he couldn’t hope to properly explain himself with his spire being where it was, Sandbar worked to separate himself from her. Without giving any warning, the young stallion pulled his waist back, Ocellus moaning from the friction as he slowly extracted his erect penis from between her thighs. Despite his best efforts, Sandbar had difficulty making it a clean and steady removal, as the pleasure brought about from his medial ring brushing past the changeling’s warm slit caused pleasure to tingle up his spine. He almost felt disappointed when said medial ring soon slipped free and the pleasure lessened significantly, but he continued anyway.

Moments later, Sandbar was nearing completion of his task, as all that remained between Ocellus’s thighs was the tip and first few inches of his mast. Before he could accomplish that, however, he was stopped when Ocellus suddenly wrapped a lone foreleg around his waist and placed her hoof on his flank. Giving pause, Sandbar took a moment to stare at his friend. He could see that her eyes were shut closed and her face was still red, and aside from a few shuddering breaths, she didn’t make a sound. With that said, Sandbar chalked the action to an involuntary reaction on her part, then decided to resume where he left off.

The moment Sandbar so much as budged an inch, however, Ocellus’s hoof came down on his rear again, this time more forcefully. Before the stallion could even question if that was intentional or not, Ocellus buried her forehead into his chest fur, then began pushing her hoof down. More curious than confused at that point, Sandbar abandoned his plan and instead offered no resistance as he allowed her hoof to reversed his hip’s direction. Doing so resulted in his medial ring brushing past Ocellus’s labia again, the changing giving off soft mews of pleasure as his rod nestled itself between her warm thighs once more.

Before long, Sandbar’s hips stopped, as the pressing of their pelvic areas made it impossible to go any further. Nevertheless, the pony’s throbbing erection was back where it was when he first woke up, surrounded at all sides by soft carapace radiating with warm, near-blissful heat. Despite being unable to provide said warmth to the rest of his body because of her size, Ocellus certainly was doing a fantastic job combating the cold, so much so that Sandbar let out a content sigh.

The young pony wasn’t unable to enjoy himself for long, though, as Ocellus then made her move. Without saying a word, she began moving her own hips, gently grinding herself against the upper half of Sandbar’s hard stallionhood. She was teasing herself, using Sandbar for her own gratification. Despite the seemingly-selfish intent, Sandbar didn’t mind being used in such a capacity, and he certainly wasn’t going to complain anytime soon; it felt just as nice to him as it probably did for her.

As Ocellus continued to pseudo-ride Sandbar’s length, her arousal soon began to steadily leak from her slit, her labia applying it to top half of the pony’s erection until it glistened in the morning’s low light. More than happy to let the changeling keep polishing his wand, Sandbar opted to just lay still. Aside from moving his legs to make himself more comfortable, he didn’t move in the slightest. That plan soon changed, however, when Ocellus, still motioning her hips, placed her hoof on the side of Sandbar’s waist and tried to get him to move as well.

Receiving the message, Sandbar did as instructed. He began moving his hips, timing it so he’d pull back at the same time Ocellus did. As she would then lurch forward again, so, too, would he. Sandbar’s pelvic area would press against Ocellus’s, and the tip of his mast would poke out from beneath the changeling mare’s tail hole. As the two would then pull back moments later, Sandbar’s tip would retreat into the warm space between the changeling’s thighs, his medial ring scraping across then entire length of her slit, not stopping until it came into contact with her clit.

As the two repeated the motions several, upon several of times more, Sandbar soon began to suspect that the sensation that brought about must have been too much stimuli for Ocellus, as she would almost always shudder whenever her love button was so much as grazed. This sparked a memory in the stallion, one where he recalled just how much enjoyment he got from toying with her the night prior. With each following set of his ring touching her nub, shortly accompanied by Ocellus huffing shakily into his chest, Sandbar began to grow more and more devious.

Sporting a wicked smirk that Ocellus was unable to see, Sandbar continued his slow thrusts as normal. He mentally prepared his actions, then waited for the perfect moment to execute his plan. Nearly a minute later, Sandbar enacted it.

Being careful not to reveal his true intention, Sandbar shifted his body to where his stallionhood pressed itself harder against Ocellus’s marehood.

“A-ah,” Ocellus gasped in surprise, stopping her rocking motions. The upper half of Sandbar’s mast had parted her lower lips, as if trying to bury itself between them. Adding to the pleasure-filled jolt that coursed up her spine, Sandbar’s medial ring kissed her engorged clit, each throb it gave off picked up by the sensitive flesh.

Clueless as to what brought about this sudden change, Ocellus opened her mouth to question Sandbar. Before she could even utter a single word, however, the stallion further surprised her when he resumed his slow thrusts.

Rendered silent, Ocellus lurched further into Sandbar’s chest. She moaned a muffled, incoherent cry into his fur, as his length and medial ring were teasing her entrance more directly. Unable to put up any defense against the mind-numbing bliss that came shortly, it wasn’t long before Ocellus’s excitement began to flow more freely, spreading itself even more on Sandbar’s pole with each pass it gave.

Growing more and more lubricated by the second, Sandbar’s spire continued to move back and forth, grinding and gradually pressing deeper into her folds. It’s saw-like movement proved to be very effective, as although her secretions ensured that the friction between their two organs only resulted in pleasure, Ocellus felt as if Sandbar was making attempting to to cut her in half from the bottom up. From how her thoughts would scramble each and every time his medial ring rubbed her clit, she felt as if he could, too.

Nevertheless, Sandbar had her right where he wanted her. He continued his hip’s assault, locking Ocellus in a perpetual state of bliss of which there seemed to be no escape from. Not that she wanted to. Every thrust Sandbar gave of his waist whittled and chipped away at Ocellus’s resolve, driving her further and further up the wall by the second.

Soon enough, though, it became apparent to Ocellus that she was nearing the top of said wall, and was in danger of falling off the other side. Just like the night before, her endurance would be the first to give way.

Knowing that she’d soon reach the point of no return, Ocellus weakly moved her own hips. Her intention was to milk as much pleasure as she could before climaxing, and although her hip movements were shaky and uncoordinated due to the stallion edging her so roughly, she did find some meager success. Lurching forward nearly the same time Sandbar did had his medial ring push through the recess of her folds and brush against her entrance, rewarding her with added, welcomed spikes of tingling bliss. Such pleasure left her mind in a haze, and she’d often forget to lurch back. When she’d manage to compose herself just enough to do so, the same effect would occur.

Moments later, Ocellus’s (though mostly Sandbar’s) actions finally brought her to the tipping point. As if trying to outrun her impending release, the changeling’s hip movements suddenly became swift and uneven. She moaned and seethed through her teeth as she rubbed her slit on his tool more vigorously, and it was clear that she was exerting herself. Sweat had began to gather on her brow, slowly forming large enough until they either dripped down the side of her head or seeped into Sandbar’s fur. Sandbar himself wasn’t really bothered by that, as he was much too engrossed in Ocellus’s sudden fit of continuity; besides, it wasn’t like his stallionhood was completely coated from tip to base in her sexual fluids or anything.

Soon sweating profusely due to her own erratic movements and Sandbar’s shared body heat, Ocellus gave one final, hard lurch forward of her hips, and with it her dam finally broke. Her clit coming to a stop atop Sandbar’s base, Ocellus gasped as she breathed in sharply. She came, hard. She wasn’t fully prepared for the rush of euphoria that flooded her brain and overloaded her senses; the pleasure was so immense that her eyes threatened to roll back into their sockets.

With her mind seemingly inhabiting another world on its own, her body reacted without her knowing. Her thighs stiffened and shook, and her pussy winked uncontrollably atop Sandbar’s mast, providing the stallion with a sensation that was as interesting as it was pleasant. The inner walls of her vagina squeezed and contracted almost angrily, as if outraged that they were tricked into trying to hold on to nothing for a second time. What came next was a warm spew of liquid erupting from her tunnel. It came in several short volleys, the top part of Sandbar’s throbbing rod proving unsuccessful in blocking the surge.

Seconds later, it was over. The flow became less and less until it stopped altogether, and with it, the pleasure that wracked Ocellus’s brain began to dwindle and her sense of reality slowly returned. She then let out a sigh, her foreleg with its hoof still on Sandbar’s flank going limp. With that her rear legs relaxed, and Sandbar could sense that her heart, which was beating so fast and so intensely mere moments ago,was starting to do the same as well.

For the next minute or two, nothing was said by either creature. Ocellus stayed where she was, breathing in Sandbar’s scent while she basked in her afterglow. Several of her muscles felt sore from the strenuous workout she put them through, though experiencing what she could only describe as nirvana was worth it to her. Despite having just cummed, the heat and gentile throbbing put off from Sandbar’s length felt nice to her sopping marehood.

To Ocellus’s chagrin, the moment failed to last for too long, as Sandbar disturbed her by moving his hips yet again. He repeated the same back and forth motions from before, his hard cock sliding in and out of the changeling’s thighs. Again Ocellus’s entrance was teased due to the rubbing, though this time the pleasure she received had less impact on her due to having just orgasmed.

With that information in mind, it became clear to Ocellus that Sandbar wasn’t trying to get her off, but instead himself. He had been so busy toying with her that he had ended up neglecting himself. Knowing this, while additionally lacking the energy to do anything about it even if she wanted to, Ocellus did nothing and allowed him to continue. It was only fair that both of them achieve release, after all.

What followed next was a bit interesting for Ocellus, to say the least. The stallion continued moving his hips like normal, though this time his behavior slowly changed. Sandbar soon wrapped a forleg around Ocellus, then pulled her even tighter against himself. Once the two were belly to belly, that’s when the pony’s tempo changed.

He ceased his hip thrusts, just long enough for him to make himself more comfortable before raming his cock forward again. His tool’s head found home between the changeling’s thighs once more, its return made all the more swifter thanks to Ocellus’s release making her nether regions more slick and wetter than before. It went a little too fast, Ocellus discovered, as the speedy advance of Sandbar’s pole only stopped when his pelvis slammed against hers non to pleasantly. She gasped out, her body resounding from the impact. It wasn’t painful to her in the least, just a bit jarring and unexpected is all.

Regardless, Sandbar’s rod retreated, only to slide forwards and back again and again. Next thing Ocellus knew, the throbbing phallus repeatably rubbing her marehood was pistoning between her thighs at reckless speeds, her body rocking due to his movements. In an attempt to reduce the shaking, Ocellus struggled to wrap a foreleg around Sandbar. Managing to succeed despite the tiredness of her limb, she held firm and planted her forehead on his chest as she braced against every thrust. Her idea seemed to work somewhat, though her lower half would occasional skid an inch or two thanks to the force behind the stallion’s efforts.

Just then, Sandbar snorted into Ocellus’s ear, and his bucking grew even wilder than the changeling thought possible. Forced to endure this new wave of power, Ocellus perceived this change as a sign of him getting close, and with it she was reminded of her error from the night before. Particularly, the one where she was unable to get her thoughts together after Sandbar got her off, leaving him to take care of his own release.

Not wanting to repeat that mistake for a second time, Ocellus mustered her strength and patiently waited for the right moment to get the young stallion’s attention. Timing it so that the moment was just right, she swiftly actedright when Sandbar’s erection was withdrawn halfway from her thighs. She clamped her thighs together, just hard enough to only trap Sandbar’s spire in place without harming him. Needless to say, that gave Sandbar ample reason to be still.

“Uh…?” Sandbar droned quizzically, his stallionhood throbbing against its warm carapace prison. He made no attempt to dislodge himself, as he was sure Ocellus had a good reason for doing what she was doing. Sure enough, he picked up from his disturbed chest fur that she had opened her mouth, no doubt to explain herself.

Ocellus took a readying breath, and then…. Nothing. She was at a loss for words. She knew what she wanted to say, that she wanted to make him cum for once, but she didn’t want to be so direct about it. She imagined saying that in a sultry or dirty way, something that’d really get his blood flowing. Instead she was drawing blanks, leaving Ocellus to wish she read a few of those trashy erotic novels she came across in the old castle’s library, if at least for the sex dialogue to go off of.

Seconds ticked by, seconds that felt like minutes to Ocellus as she ran her brain ragged trying to think of something to say. Nothing came to her, nothing good at least, and she feared she might lose Sandbar if her silence persisted. Soon enough, Ocellus feared that too much time had passed, prompting her give up and do something, anything!

Releasing her thigh’s hold on Sandbar’s mast, Ocellus scrambled onto her hooves and stood up.

“I… I…” she stuttered nervously down to Sandbar, still trying to desperately think of a response. “Y-you—I mean, I… uh… Oh fuck it!”

Sandbar was shocked by that outburst and visibly recoiled, though mostly because that was possibly the first time he ever heard his friend curse. His focus didn’t stay on that fact for long, however, as Ocellus did something else that surprised him. She quickly turned away from him and lowered her front half while keeping her rear up. With that done, she moved her wing-like tail up and out of the way, revealing her dripping pink marehood to him in all its unobscured glory.

Eyes widening, Sandbar found himself unable to look away. Yes, he toyed with her pussy twice, but not once during those two occurrences did he actually get a direct look at it. At first glance, it appeared no different from a pony mare’s vagina; pink folds and equally-colored fleshy tunnel, though it was bordered by darker blue outline of her carapace.

As Sandbar’s dumbfound stare persisted, another noteworthy detail was soon picked up by his nose. It was faint at first, but steadily grew until it was all the stallion’s nasal passages could detect. A sweet and tantalizing scent is what it was, and it seemed to be wafting from beneath Ocellus’s tail. Sandbar assumed it to be some sort of changeling mating pheromone, and a very effective one at that. He had only caught a few whiffs, yet it proved just enough to get him under its spell. His hard rod throbbed painfully, and he was compelled to get up and close what little distance there was between himself and Ocellus.

Before he even had the chance to do just that, however, Ocellus spoke.

“P-please,” she begged, looking over her shoulder to Sandbar. “If you’re gonna cum, do it in here!”

Sandbar was already revving to go, making that statement of hers completely unnecessary, though it did give him some pause. She thought he was going to cum already? Sandbar determined that she must have misinterpreted his excitement from a few moments ago as such, when in reality he was just enjoying himself.

Nevertheless, Ocellus made a request of Sandbar, and he, ever the gentlestallion, was more than happy to oblige her. Besides, if he just so happened to have more in the endurance-tank than she thought, well then clearly something was lost in translation when she was reading his body language.

With no further convincing needed, Sandbar all but sprung onto his legs. From his new elevated viewpoint, he caught sight of his classmate’s compromising position, tail flagged high in open invitation, and with it his enthusiasm, as well as his erection, renewed.

Sandbar didn’t know when exactly he took that first step forward, but evidently he did, as he soon realized that hewas getting closer to Ocellus. With eyes locked on her glistening pink folds, he took one step after another. He didn’t stop until he stood directly behind her; the enticing scent of her need was as strong as ever there, and he was so close his chest could practically feel the heat put off from her nethers.

He wasn’t the only one affected by the close proximity. Ocellus, still looking over her shoulder to the stallion, appeared to be excited yet restless. She needed him, and yet he tormented her by taking his sweet time standing!One part impatience, the other anticipation, rear hooves were constantly fidgeting in place, almost as if she couldn’t decide between backing up to Sandbar, waiting for him to make the first move, or encourage him to do so by angling her rump higher in order to better present herself. Luckily for Ocellus, she didn’t have to choose, as Sandbar promptly acted, forcing her rear legs to adhere to their new task.

After filling his lungs full of Ocellus’s heady aroma and breathing it out, Sandbar rose onto his hindlegs, then draped his forelegs over the changeling mare’s flanks for stability. In immediate response, her antsy rearlegs went still, bracing themselves as they supported the larger pony’s weight. Ocellus’s tail moved aside for him, and upon feeling his warmth drape over her back, she let out a satisfied sigh. He was a bit heftier than she imagined, but it was nothing that she couldn’t handle.

Ocellus, now so close to achieving her goal, applied some last minute adjustments for comfort, then waited on Sandbar with bated breath. She could feel him breathing, his fur brushing her smooth carapace with every rise and fall of his chest. All the while, her eyes remained fixated on the corner of her vision, where she could spy her classmate’s stallionhood poised and ready so near to her honeypot.

Thanks to it sliding up and down her folds earlier, she was already intimately familiar with the phallus, though she was incredibly curious as to what new sensations it would give her upon entry. With that same curiosity came a bit of innate fear, however, as that was as far as she had ever gone with a boy. Back before the hive’s reformation, she heard tales from former spy changelings who were deep undercover, tales where they recounted losing their virginity to stallions who ended up being very rough with them in bed. With that in mind, Ocellus supposed that, even if she ended up losing the wager to Smolder, then at least it won’t be a total loss, as she was glad it allowed her to experience her first with somepony like Sandbar. Just like his nature, she was confident he’d be gentle.

The tip of Sandbar’s penis poked and prodded at Ocellus’s opening as he lined up his trajectory, and she knew she wouldn’t have to be patient much longer. Seconds later, Sandbar buried his tip between her wet vulva, then slowly lurched his hips forward. Ocellus’s entrance wasn’t so readily accepting at first, thanks largely in part to their slight size difference. However, with the changeling mare’s earlier release and natural lubricant still coating both their privates, the problem was swiftly resolved.

It proved to be a tight squeeze, but steadily Sandbar’s stallionhood sunk deep into Ocellus warm and velvety depths. Almost excitedly, wet, twitching inner muscles welcomed every inch of Sandbar’s mast, as if beckoning the stallion further.Going against his base instincts telling him to ram the rest of himself in unceremoniously, Sandbar instead inched his hips forward at a slow and comfortable pace. He didn’t want to risk hurting his classmate; she was a small and delicate-looking changeling mare, after all, and he was an earth pony.

While Sandbar appeared to be in control of his faculties, the same couldn’t be said for Ocellus. She was breathing laboriously onto the floor, rendered completely immobile by the sensation of her tunnel being stretched and occupied by a pulsing, hot cock for the first time ever. There was a modicum of pain due to said stretching, only for it to be muted by the immense pleasure that followed. Lightning bliss traveled up her spine, her vaginal muscles depositing information too large for her brain to properly process. As a result, her legs were locked in place, unresponsive to her mental commands, and her head all but writhed around as Sandbar continued his advance.

It wasn’t until Sandbar’s medial ring pressed against her folds that his hips stopped, but by then Ocellus was left as a drooling mess. With the stallion’s spire throbbing against her walls, Ocellus caught her breath, swallowed dryly, then spoke.

“Don’t… don’t stop now… Keep going.”

Sandbar blinked, then looked down to the mare he was mounting. “I… don’t think I can. I mean, at least not without hurting you, which is what I’m trying to avoid.”

Ocellus thought it was sweet that he was thinking about her well being, but that was almost the complete opposite of what she wanted at that moment. She felt so full with his rod inside her, filling a void she never knew existed. To have him stop right when she was at the cusp of experiencing the whole thing, it was torture.

“Please,” she nearly begged, shaking her head listlessly. “Keep going. I… I can take it.”

Sandbar hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided to trust her and follow through with what he started. After reaffirming his stance, he secured Ocellus’s hips with his forehooves, then pushed his waist forward as he gently pulled her toward himself.

“Nnngh!” Ocellus moaned, her bottom lip held tightly between her teeth.

Like before, Sandbar’s medial ring pressed against her folds, only this time he didn’t immediately pull back. Instead, the young buck gradually increased the pressure behind the slow, forward movement of his hips. His actions was met by some resistance mostly due to their two difference sizes, but thanks to an ample amount of natural lubricant seeping from her opening all the while, it didn’t take long before her entrance gave way.

Sandbar’s ring slipped through her folds unexpectedly, causing him to loose his footing as he all but fell atop Ocellus. He managed to catch himself before that could actually happen, but by then it was too late, as he had plunged deeper into his friend than intended. Ocellus gasped loudly as his member shot through her tunnel, stretching it wider while simultaneously scraping several sensitive nerves until reaching her cervix.

By the end of it, Sandbar was too afraid to look over Ocellus’s side, for fear of seeing a bulge protruding from her belly. That may as well have been the result, givenhow he practically punched her womb using the blunt tip of his stallionhood. It was difficult for him to tell if he had accidentally hurt her or not, as Ocellus was much too busy letting loose quick and shallow breaths onto the floor, no doubt in an effort to accommodate to his entire girth that had just crammed itself into her tight depths.

Right as Sandbar was about to make an effort to apologize, his attention was instead diverted elsewhere. Something, or a few somethings actually, had began wrapping around his pulsating rod from inside Ocellus’s vagina. They began securing him in place, and he could tell right away that they had a radically different texture than the rest of her walls. Their hold over him wasn’t painful, though, just strange feeling, and he soon discovered that he was still allowed a fair degree of movement after attempting to pull out. He could extract over half his length no problem, but any more than that and the mysterious muscles would tighten their grip.

Appearing to be trapped in that position, Sandbar grew more curious by the second until he decided to just ask Ocellus about it.

“Uh, O-Ocellus,” Sandbar asked somewhat nervously.

Ocellus breathed shakily, then gave her reply. “Y-yeah?”

“I don’t want to sound rude, but something in your—in you kind of has me...” As if to further drive his point home, Sandbar jerked his hips back, tugging her rear back with him.

Feeling that, it took Ocellus all of two seconds to realize what he was eluding to, and once she did her cheeks burned red with embarrassment.

“O-oh, that…” she put it shyly. “That’s a… that’s a special part of changeling reproductive anatomy that I doubt you ponies ever heard of. To put it simply, it’s an internal set of claws meant to secure the male during coitus. Changelings need--” Sandbar moved slightly, causing his flare to scrape her inner walls and her voice to falter due to the pleasure it gave her. Despite her head swimming with bliss, she resumed where she left off. “Changelings need pony sperm to reproduce, and disguises can unintentionally be unveiled if the sex, nnngh, collecting it is too intense! The… the internal claws are an evolutionary measure to ensure the male pony doesn’t r-run, ah, off without depositing their sperm after the changeling’s true form has been revealed.”

“I… I see.” Sandbar swallowed dryly. “So if these… internals don’t allow me to pull out, does that mean you’re going to, uh, lay an egg or two after this?”

“What, no!” Ocelus laughed. “Oh no no no. Thankfully I’m not a queen, so this, this between us, this is just for fun. You can… you can cum inside and not worry about a thing if that’s what you’re worried about. Unless…” Stricken with a sudden realization, she raised her head and peered at Sandbar from the corner of her vision. “Unless you think that my body is too weird for you. If that’s the case, then I’d completely understand if you want to stop right now.”

Sandbar did think that all that was weird, in an interesting sort of way, but stopping was the farthest thing from his mind.

“Well…” With a sudden smile on his face, Sandbar surprised Ocellus by guiding her rear toward his lap, sinking his cock back into her. “We did start this, and it’d be a shame to stop over something so silly. Your body may be different, but it’s beautiful in its own way.”

“B-beautiful?” Again, Ocellus’s face turned red.

Sandbar nodded. “Yeah. Besides, I don’t think I’d be able to pull out even if I wanted to...”

“O-oh, I-I think I can get it to let you go if I relax enough. But luckily I don’t have to do that because you think I’m beautiful and… and…” She knew she had to stop, as she was just embarrassing herself. Burring her face in her hooves, she muttered out: “Oh please just fuck me already...”

Not needing to be told a second time, Sandbar pulled his hips back, Ocellus’s internal claws allowing him less restricted movement. Right as it seemed they were about to clamp back down on him, he moved forward again, reintroducing his flare tip with her womb’s entrance. Sandbar repeated the action, fucking Ocellus in a steadily increasing tandem.

Face still in her hooves, Ocellus tried to contain her voice, but every now and then Sandbar’s ears picked up a muffled moan or cry produced by the changeling. Spurred on by the sweet sounds, Sandbar paused for a second, whipped his mane from his face, then began pounding into his friend in earnest. The room soon echoed with her steadily increasing cries, complemented by the wet slapping of their hips.

With each downward thrust, Ocellus’s body trembled. His tip kept kissing her womb’s entrance, while his medial ring teased her folds with its coming and going. Whether the stallion’s mast was sliding forward or backward, her inner walls reacted to the mind-tingling stimulation by clenching around the intruding phallus. They’d begin to relax, only to once again flex right as his tool reversed its direction. Ocellus had little control over the inner claws in her passage, but she was thankful they seemed to be behaving themselves, as the most they did while Sandbar let loose on her was give a light squeeze or twitch every now and then.

As for Sandbar himself, he didn’t really seem to mind the physical quality unique to Ocellus’s species. He certainly felt their presence, as if was impossible to forge they were there. Each time he fully entered her, the claws would gently grasp his stallionhood before easing off, as if to remind him of their existence. Surprisingly, the sensation they gave him wasn’t off-putting. Quite the opposite, in fact. They made Ocellus feel even tighter, and their small movements were like that of a massage to his thrusting cock.

Due to all that, it came as no surprise to Sandbar that he could feel his climax beginning to creep up on him. Upon feeling his balls prepare their inevitable payload, Sandbar’s mind was overridden by instinct. It didn’t matter that the female he was mounting wasn’t a pony, all that mattered to him at that moment was to pump her full of his seed. He snorted loudly over Ocellus’s back, then proceeded to accomplish just that.

Ocellus soon became aware of the switch in Sandbar once he lifted her rear even higher and started to thrust into her with frantic zeal. He was suddenly rougher with her, and much more uncoordinated, but it was enough to render Ocellus a dribbling mess.

“P-p-please!” she cried out between thrusts, her eyes held shut and mouth fixed into a smile. “Give it… give it a-all to me!”

After pouring the last of his remaining strength into one final thrust, Sandbar wrapped his forelegs around her belly and gave her what she wanted. His rod first throbbed, and soon afterward his white hot cum spewed forth from its tip. AsOcellus screamed out in pleasure at the heat pooling in her womb, her inner claws moved, not to inflict pain, but to prevent the erupting shaft from escaping before it completed its job. In the end they proved to be unnecessary, as the very last thing from Sandbar’s mind was pulling out.

After what felt like hours to the two, their orgasms began to taper off. Sandbar’s cock began to soften after releasing its last drop of see, and shortly afterward, Ocellus’s inner muscles and claws began to relax. Once he had the ability to do so, Sandbar pulled his half-hardened, wet mast free from his friend’s entrance with little effort. With his length no longer there to cork her, Ocellus’s pussy began to ooze with his cum within moments.

Unmounting the changeling, Sandbar’s forehooves touched the ground where he noticed how tired he suddenly was. With heart still pounding and lungs out of breath, he laid down next to Ocellus, who was in a similar state as him.

After allowing some silence between them so they could both catch their breath, Ocellus spoke.

“I… I don’t...” She laughed weakly. “I don’t know about you, but I could go for a power cuddle right about now. Legs are kind of tired, though...”

Getting the message, Sandbar rolled his eyes with a smile, then reached over to Ocellus before pulling her into an embrace.

“Th-thanks,” she then said into his chest fur. “Mm, you know~ We should do this again sometime. And maybe next time, I can spice it up by changing my form into somepony else~”

Sandbar blinked and stared stoically at nothing. Images of himself mounting the four princesses, as well as Queen Chrysalis flashed through his mind. The possibilities were endless, and his wild imagination caused his body to react.

“Oh!” Ocellus jumped, having felt something hot brush her thigh. She looked down between them, then grinned at Sandbar’s bashful expression. “Oh my, maybe that next time is a bit sooner than I thought~”

“We are so gonna be late for class,” said Sandbar.

“You two are late, and I hope you have a good reason.”

Sandbar and Ocellus both flinched at Professor Rarity’s stern words. They probably would have gotten to their next class a bit earlier, but they had to get themselves throughly cleaned up, lest they raise everycreature’s suspicions as to the true reason for their tardiness. It didn’t help that Ocellus entered the classroom with a limp, but luckily they thought of an excuse for that.

“Sorry, Professor,” apologized Sandbar. “We were sort of running earlier and Ocellus ended up spraining her leg. I stopped to help her, and…”

Rariity raised a hoof. “Ah ah, say no more. I’m glad to see she’s alright, but please do be more careful in the future.”

“We will, Professor,” added Ocellus with a nod.

“Very good. Now please take your seats and we will resume class.”

With that said, the two walked to their seats. Along the way, Ocellus gave Smolder a knowing wink.

Spill. The. Tea.

"Ha, well look at that! And here I thought you two wouldn't have the guts to show," jeered Smolder, the orange she-drake half sprawled on the dorm room floor.

Excited, Silverstream looked up from her doodle and turned to the door. There the hippogriff spotted Ocellus and Yona, a sight that that caused her smile to grow from ear to ear. "There you two are! Gee, did you guys somehow get lost or something?"

"Yak never get lost," replied Yona proudly as she waltzed into the room and took a spot on one of the beds.

"Sorry that we're a bit late," Ocellus apologized. After taking a seat across from Smolder, the young changeling's eyes narrowed at the dragon, and her voice took on an inkling of smugness as she continued. "Hope we didn't keep you; we had to take care of one little bit of business before making our way over."

"Heh. What, where you two crying into each other's arms because Sandbar refused to do the nasty with you guys?" Smolder remarked.

"Smolder!" said Silverstream. "That wasn't very nice."

"What?" shrugged Smolder. "I don't see Sandbar anywhere with them. If you remember the rules of our wager, we were supposed to invite either Sandbar or Gallus as proof that we did it with them."

"Well... I don't see Gallus in here," countered Ocellus.

Smolder smirked at the changeling, then picked up a pencil off the floor. "Yeah well, watch this." With that said, the drake chucked the writing utensil towards the window where it bounced off harmlessly with a clink.

Before Ocellus had the chance to question what the point in that was, the window opened and in climbed a familiar blue griffon.

"Oh hey. Sup," greeted Gallus, giving both Ocellus and Yona a claw wave.

Ocellus balked at her male friend, then turned back to Smolder. "You had him waiting outside the window. Why?"

"Dramatic reveal," Smolder said simply. Seconds later, she shot her arm out and pointed a claw inches away from Ocellus's face, proclaiming, "Anyway, ha! As you can see, we brought Gallus with us. We win, you lose."

"Win what?" questioned Gallus. "What does me showing up have anything to do with? Didn't you say you wanted to hang out?"

"I'll explain, I'll explain," Smolder replied, waving her claw dismissively. "Just... give me a minute or two to gloat some more."

"Oh," Ocellus interrupted. "I wouldn't gloat so soon if I were you."

Her interest peaked by that statement, Smolder raised her brow at Ocellus. "Oh really. And why shouldn't I gloat?"

"Because we didn't lose, as you aren't the only one who's a fan of dramatic reveals." Wearing the biggest smile on her face, Ocellus leaned towards the door before saying, "Sorry for making you wait. You can come in now."

And with that, the door opened, revealing Sandbar standing outside the hall. The young earth pony seemed nervous, his hoof rubbing at the back of his head as he stared down at the room's threshold.

"Is it really alright for me to come in?" he asked. "I know this sleep over is you girls' thing, so I don't want to be cramping your style."

"No style cramping," answered Yona with a shake of her head. "Yak and change-friend invite pony Sandbar, after all."

"Yeah," Ocellus confirmed. "Now get inside before somepony sees you."

"Eh, good point. Well alright, then." Sandbar straightened up, then took one hesitant step forward, then other. Raised to be a polite stallion, venturing into the girl's sleep over (even if invited) felt like taboo. Before he knew it, however, he was already inside, closing the door behind himself. After turning back around, he curtly nodded to the girls, though was soon surprised when he noticed Gallus standing by the window.

"What the--? Gallus?" blurted Sandbar. "What are you doing here?"

"I was invited, same as you apparently," was the griffon's response. Soon eyeing both Silverstream and Smolder, the two creatures who invited him, Gallus then followed up with, "Okay, something's not sitting right with me. You girls have your sleep over almost every week, and you wanna keep it between yourself for whatever girly things you talk about, I get that. But now, all of a sudden, you invite not only me, but Sandbar too? Something's clearly up here. "

"What? Nooo," said Smolder, a small smile on her face as she feigned innocence. "Is it so wrong that we wanted to invite you to our sleep over so you guys don't feel left out?"

"Yeah!" Silverstream nodded excitably. "I mean, it's not like we had you over just to prove that we had sex with you for our wager or anything!"

Straight faced, Smolder raised a claw as if to say something, but instead she lowered it in defeat. "Okay... wow, Silver. I was gonna string them along for a bit more just for the heck of it, but way to let the cat out of the bag."

It took Sandbar a moment to process what Silverstream revealed unintentionally, but once he did, he turned to Gallus, stunned. "What!? You had sex with all four of them!?"

Taken aback by the outburst, Gallus raised his claws defensively. "What, I didn't have sex with all of them! It was just Smolder and Silverstream."

Unsurprisingly, that didn't make things any better to Sandbar.

"What!?"

"Why pony Sandbar surprised?" asked Yona. "Pony Sandbar had sex with Yona and change-friend."

"What!?" That time it was Gallus's turn to say that...

Both males were stunned and left even more confused by the revelation. Sandar's rear fell to the floor and Gallus leaned against the window sill as they tried to make sense of their situation. It didn't take them long to do so, as Silverstream did essentially spell it out for them.

"Wait, so... you girls had some sort of contest or something? A contest where you could see whether or not you could get us to sleep with you?" asked Sandbar.

"And here I thought I was getting popular," said Gallus.

What followed suit was silence. The males in the room looked quiet sullen while the females made nary a peep. That didn't last for very long, however, as Ocellus dispelled the building tension by speaking up hesitantly.

"Are you guys mad?"

Gallus and Sandbar looked up from the floor and made brief eye contact with each other before awkwardly looking away.

"You know..." said Sandbar. "I feel that I should be... but I'm actually not."

"Same," agreed Gallus with a slight shrug of his shoulders. "I'm sort of in that 'doesn't matter, got laid' kind of mindset."

"Oooh, that's a nice way of looking at this~!" cheered Silverstream, the bed springs creaking in protest as she hopped enthusiastically. That sound came to an immediate stop, however, as the hippogriff shot her wings out and suspended herself in the air mid-jump. By the look of her far off expression, it appeared as if she just realized something. "Wait," she said. "So which side won the wager?"

Scratching her head, Smolder looked to each of the girls. "Both, neither? To be honest, I didn't take into account the possibility of a draw, much less Ocellus and Yona actually scoring."

"Hey!" said Ocellus, clearly taking offence to that statement.

"Regardless," continued Smolder, "we all scored, so we may as well put all the nitty gritty details onto the table. I'm talking where, when, and how."

Sandbar redirected his gaze towards the floor, his face growing warm as it was red. "Reeeally starting to regret coming to this..."

"Aw, you shouldn't be embarrassed. You did great," assured Ocellus.

Yona nodded. "Yes! Pony friend did great. Should be proud."

Sandbar's sheepishness didn't go away, but that didn't stop from from smiling at Ocellus and Yona. "Aw shucks, girls. I really appreciate you telling me tha--"

"Yeah yeah, sappy stuff and all that jazz. So how big's his dick and what did it look like?" Smolder cut in.

Ocellus turned to Smolder, dumbfounded. "Smolder, what happened to 'where, when, and how?'"

"What?" the she-drake all but shouted, throwing up her arms. "We all knew where it was going. I just want us to cut to the chase before we get derailed by more mushy stuff!"

"It was this big, and this wide." Ocellus turned to Yona and saw that the yak had her hooves spaced from each other in an approximate length to that of Sandbar's penis.

Getting a clearer idea, Smolder whistled, then said, "Nice! I've heard that's what male ponies usually pack down there, so I don't know why I thought his would be any different. As for bird boy over here..." Smolder pointed a thumb at Gallus, 'causing him to fidget in place and his feathers to ruffle slightly.

"Oh here we go," Gallus muttered under his breath. Not wanting the others to see how red his face was getting, he made a show of casually turning around and pretending to observe more interesting things outside the window. Despite this, he still listened intently to what Smolder had to say. If they had any opinions about his penis, he hoped they were good ones.

"Gotta tell ya, I'm surprised by how similar a griffon's pecker is to a dragon's. Didn't have the ridges, but it does kind of narrow closer to the tip."

"Oh, and his knot!" added Silverstream.

Ocellus's brow raised. "Knot?"

"Yeah, you know," said Smolder. "Those two bulb things at the base of the tool. When he came they sort of swelled up--which felt AMAZING, but, uh... heh... sort of became a problem."

"Problem how?" asked Yona, her tail wagging as she leaned forward in interest.

Smolder stretched her chin, her smile having turned sheepish. "Well uh, they got bigger, and uh... well I'm not the biggest gal here, so..."

Silverstream practically pounced Smolder from behind, her claws resting on the smaller dragon's head as she jovially proclaimed, "It got stuck in her vagina--and it happened to me too! Except, I was a seapony when that happened!"

None too pleased with being used as a podium, Smolder struggled getting the hippogriff off her. "Y-Yeah, I kind of noticed that when I ran into you two at the lake."

As Silverstream gave a timid apology to Smolder, Ocellus measured up the petite dragon, then did the same to Gallus. "Yeah, I can see that happening," she said. "You and I are almost the same size, Smolder, so I can only imagine how problematic having Gallus's... thing inside me would be."

Eyes widening, Smolder turned away from Silverstream and faced Ocellus. The dragon's face expression was that of astonishment for a second, but her mouth then quickly twisted until it formed a playful grin.

"Well heeey~ Is that interest I'm picking up?" she said. Ocellus merely blinked in bafflement, yet still Smolder continued. "You thinking about trying out dick from the other side? 'Cause, you know, it can happen."

"Wh-what?" Ocellus said, reeling.

"I--I am not for this!" Gallus blurted, claw shooting up onto the air as he swiftly turned back to the group. Every creature went silent after that, and right away Gallus realized how worked up the others were seeing him.

After a pregnant pause, Smolder spoke nonchalantly, apparently unphased by the outburst.

"Yeah, well, are you saying you're against it, then?"

Gallus slowly curled his claw inward, then lowered the whole arm. He glimpsed at Ocellus for a second, then forced himself to look away. He knew he had to say something, lest she think he found her repulsive or something, which wasn't the case at all. "Eh... n-not entirely..."

Smolder's smirk grew twofold, as that was all she needed to hear. "Ha, well there you go," she said as she patted Ocellus once on the back. "If you ever feel like seeing what it's like on the wild side, I'm sure Gallus here would be more than happy to take you on a ride. And while we're at it..." The dragon then turned to Sandbar, her eyes half lidded while she nibbled on her bottom lip. "Mmm, I can see what ponies have to offer~"

As if caught standing in the headlights, Sandbar gulped. Never before had the stallion felt so scared, yet so aroused in his life. It was confusing, really.

"Sooo," Silverstream began, "are you suggesting another wager? Only we switch boys this time?"

"Yak team win again," Yona stated.

"Another wager? Nah," Smolder answered with a shake of hear head. "Now that the jig is up, it'll just end up in another tie again. No, if we were to do the switch, it'd only be for fun."

"S-Smolder!" Ocellus exclaimed, her face red. "You're so... you're so lecherous to even suggest something like that!"

Smolder moved her claw to her chest as if struck by that accusation, yet her smile remained. "Lecherous, me? Look who's talking! In case you forgot, you happily went along with the wager. You didn't say no then, and you definitely didn't say no ten seconds ago just now! Heck, even now you're checking out Gallus's crotch--don't think I can't notice just because you don't have pupils!"

Gallus, who had been leaning against the window sill while standing on his hindlegs, had his eyes widen. He stared back at Ocellus and, while maintaining eye contact, immediately responded by covering his private area with a claw. His face grew rosy, its red hue nearly matching the changeling's in intensity.

Ocellus opened her mouth to say something, but all that she could spew was gibberish.

"I--I, er... I... I wasn't st--staring! I was just, umm..."

"Face it, 'Cell," Smolder said as she cozied up to the changeling's side. "You've caught the curiosity bug now. Eh... no pun intended. It's fine; we're all friends here. Sure, Gallus seem shy about it now, but just apply a bit of that female charm and he'll scratch your itch in more ways than one. I mean, if you don't believe me, then just look at Sandbar."

Placing a claw underneath Ocellus's chin, Smolder then directed the changeling to look at the other side of the room. There she saw Silverstream and Sandbar, the former whispering and often giggling into the latter's ear. Sandbar, seated on his flanks and face as red as a tomato, was staring down the entire time, his forehooves purposely placed in such a way over his lower region that they prevented his embarrassment (among other things) from being seen.

"Don't have to eavesdrop, but I'm pretty sure she's telling him what she'd like to do to him, and him to her," finished Smolder.

Just like Sandbar, Ocellus, so too, began to fidget. "Okay... Maybe I do have a bit of the curiosity bug..."

Smolder smirked triumphantly, then gently punched Ocellus's shoulder, proclaiming, "Attagirl!"

"Whoa, whoa now! Slow down a sec!" Gallus protested. "I am, like, flattered and all, but this is happening way too fast!"

Smolder shrugged at him. "That didn't stop you from doing it with me, and from what I saw, it wasn't a problem with Silver either."

"Eh, th--that was different. That was--"

Gallus cut his stuttering off when Yona just seemingly appeared at his side. Despite her size, she had somehow managed to sneak up on him.

"What, griffon no like Yona and change-friend?" she asked, her big wide eyes shimmering in that puppy dog sort of way. Gallus was forced to ask himself when Yona had gotten so cute and if she had always been that way. Nevertheless, he found himself in a precarious position.

"Wh-what, I didn't say that." Gallus rubbed at the back of his head nervously, backing himself as far as he could against the window as Yona neared her wistful face towards him. Matters weren't helped when Ocellus joined in, doubling the pressure on him.

"Of course I like y-you two. All I'm saying is... is..." Gallus's shoulders slacked, his face expressing defeat. "This is gonna happen with or without my immediate consent, isn't it?"

As she was making her way over to join Silverstream and Sandbar, Smolder stopped and grinned to Gallus.

"Hey, it's like you said. 'Doesn't matter, got laid,' right?"