"Alright. Bet!"

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.