Honour and Glory(hole)

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It took three days of waiting, but Ocellus finally buzzed back in to pronounce her side mission a success. She had found a place for Yona to cover herself in glory, so to speak, and no questions asked. Partway outside Ponyville, where no Headmare Pony, Counsellor Pony, Fancy Pony, or Apple Pony would ever wander. Pink Party Pony, however, was unpredictable.

Yona accepted that risk. Pink Party Pony, in her mind, could be teaching a class, baking a cake at Sugarcube Corner, and probably tending bar at this new location, all at the same time.

She left the School after classes, managing to avoid seeing any of her friends on the way out. They'd done what they could for her, but this was her idea, her mission, and they shouldn't be there for any of it.

As she strode down the leafy laneway, Yona pondered. Once, she had wondered if Prince Rutherford had truly believed in her as a yak, when he'd chosen her to come here. He had promised her family that she would succeed among ponies, and make it all better.

Originally, she'd thought it meant she would be a better pony than a yak, and had felt furious at such a comparison. She had almost refused the honour, insisting that other, weaker yaks could become ponies, if they wished. But as she'd spent more time in Equestria, Yona eventually concluded that Rutherford had instead wished for her to become more than just a yak.

Like all her friends, she'd been sent to learn, and to teach. Simple things mostly, like their different holidays, or how changelings saw love as compared to griffons or ponies (food, a battlefield, and fun, respectively). But it was the simple, small things that brought them closer together as friends.

If Mother Yak could see her now. Then again, perhaps this wasn't the best situation to have one's parent watching. Few mothers would observe their daughter taken in this way. Although there had been one season when cousin Ysabeth's mother chose her daughter's husband by seeing which yak could pleasure Ysabeth the best in the town square.

Yona rolled her eyes. Well, her own mother would still be proud of her for passing a test such as this. Yaks good at everything, after all, and if that meant draining every stallion pony who stepped up and dared, she could do that. Yak mom might even suggest she go farther and satisfy her lady friends as well, why discriminate?

That earned a snort from her. Yona wasn't quite ready to learn the ins and outs of a hippogriff or dragon yet. Sandbar was a good practice run, even unplanned. Pony friend made a good starting point, and she wouldn't mind doing him properly, once she settled her score with the glory hole.

The Compass Rose sat partway between Ponyville and Canterlot, almost a rest stop for those who hauled wagons back and forth, rather than those who flew or took the train. Three or four of those wagons lay scattered around the front yard, their traces empty. A couple ponies stood guard over the supplies, and as Yona approached, she saw one of them trade off with a pony emerging from the building.

Ocellus had said not to enter by the front, so she backtracked and turned down a side path marked “Deliveries To The Rear”. Pausing at the sign, Yona lowered her head in the silence, and let Gallus's imagined smart remarks wash over her. Very few yaks had his wit when it came to words. She almost wished for him beside her now, breaking the tension with his sarcastic comments about the sign and her situation.

No, no more wishing. Not now. Yona resumed trudging along the widened path meant for barrels and crates. She had already wished for this, and now she would conquer it.

Reaching the old wooden door, she knocked, and settled in to wait. Ocellus had said the owner would expect her around this time, but owners got busy quickly. She could wait out here a —

The hinges creaked, and a red muzzle poked out, followed by a pair of green eyes and a golden mane. “Ohh, you must be Yona.” The older mare pushed the door open the rest of the way and stood aside. “I'm Sangria. Come on in! Never thought in all my days I'd meet a pretty yak like you, let alone a pretty yak interested in this.”

Yona shrugged as she moved forward. “Yak have purpose. Hope owner pony don't mind Yona using space.”

“Pshaw, anypony's welcome, even if they aren't a pony.” Sangria offered a hoof in a quick shake, then shoved the door closed. “Now, everything you need is already back here,” she continued, leading the way between stacks of kegs and cased stone bottles. “You've got a spotter, too, to keep an eye on the boys who'll be back shortly. She isn't worried about you or your reasons, so don't panic. She's here to keep you safe, and answer any questions. All right, love?”

A grunt was Yona's best reply.

“Good.” She pointed down another narrow hallway. “Just down there, then. I'll give you a few minutes, then set up the signal behind the bar. Won't be too long before somepony gets interested.” Sangria grinned. “Have yourself a marvellous time.” She slipped away through another swinging door, heading back into her pub.

Turning, Yona peered down the hall. Just like the last one she'd walked, but empty of ponies. A curtain covered the far end, hiding the rooms from casual view. Her challenge lay beyond that, so Yona shook herself and went to confront it.

No charging, no smashing, not now. Yona marched slowly, putting her hooves down deliberately. Her head stayed up, horns held high, and she kept her gaze fixed ahead. This was how a yak met her match, with dignity and courage.

Then she pushed past the curtain and saw who waited for her.

“Smolder? Silverstream?”

Her dragon friend leaned against the side of a wooden booth. “Hey. No way you were doing this alone.” From her perch on top of the booth, Silverstream grinned and waggled her talons.

“But —” Yona started. What were they all doing here? They were all getting in so much trouble if any one at school found out!

“Ocellus is holding down the fort back at school,” Silverstream said. She lounged casually on her side, tail swishing, but she looked ready to spring at a moment's notice. “She'll make sure we're all seen around the building, or in the grounds.”

“All of us,” Sandbar put in, appearing from around the other corner of the booth, “because we won't trust just anypony with you.”

“We're the backup,” Gallus said, head poking down from the rafters. “Smolder's the real muscle, since she could handle everyone on her own.”

Smolder nodded, flexing a bicep. “I'm the bouncer. Any stallion doesn't want to listen? I'll punch him right in the dick. Then we'll see how he feels about being pushy.”

“And I'm the inspector,” Silverstream chirped. “No one dirty's getting through to our Yona.”

“You are the bravest of us all,” Gallus told her. “Could not pay me enough to examine dicks.”

Smolder smirked up at him. “I could find enough, I bet. Every griffon's got their price.”

“Please,” he cautioned. “I take bits, not gems.”

Their ridiculous, familiar banter lifted Yona's heart, and she pounced on Smolder and Sandbar, since they were closest within reach. “Friends!” she shrieked, gathering them up in a hug.

Their laughing and mock-coughing at being squeezed tightly warmed her even more, as both Silverstream and Gallus flapped down to affectionately brush their claws through her coat.

“This not weird for you?” she asked, backing up and dropping onto all fours. “It not make this very secret.”

“Oh, it's plenty weird,” Gallus assured her.

Smolder chuckled. “And don't worry. None of us could pick a stallion out of a lineup. They're nothing to us. The only ones in here with you will be me and Sandbar, since you two already hooked up.”

Both Sandbar and Yona exchanged a glance, his face going red quicker than hers. “Hey, uh...”

“Yona glad for help,” she said, nosing at him. “But not much time left before pony put signal up.”

“Let's do this, then,” Smolder said. “We'll have plenty of time to bust your chops later.”

“And we will,” Gallus added, rising into the air.

Silverstream shoved him towards the curtain. “You were the one listening in on them!” she accused. “I'm having my room soundproofed now!”

“Aww, don't do that. How else will I —” He squawked as Smolder advanced on him. “Going, going!”

“Yeah, go, find your perch,” she said, herding him and Silverstream out.

Sandbar rolled his eyes and huffed.

Yona bumped him with her shoulder. “Yona glad friends here, but you no need to hear this.”

“Can't be worse than hearing Garble go on about getting tail,” Smolder said, shuddering. She pointed to the middle door in the booth. “We got the quick rundown from that other pony. You're in there, idiots in the curtained booths on either side of you, and you choose when you're ready to open the hole for them. Try not to smash anything.”

“That Yona's goal.” She let Smolder pull the door open for her and eyed the space inside warily. Not bad. Bare tile, sturdy wood, easy flip handles to nose the holes open, and big enough for a yak her size to move around. Better than the one in the Peppered Pegasus, much better. “It do.” She lumbered in and sat down.

“Yeah,” Sandbar mumbled around the handle of a firefly lantern. He set it down inside the room. “If you need help, knock three times. Twice if you need a break.” Smolder tossed a towel in and Yona caught it on one of her horns. As she pawed it free, Sandbar leaned in to nuzzle her. “And four times, if you want me to join,” he whispered. “Your favour, remember?”

She nodded, folding the towel and putting it beside the lamp. “Mmhm.” Oh, of all the times for him to decide to owe her. Her heart still thudded from the surge of joy at seeing everyone, and it added an extra bounce at the thought of him joining in.

He stepped back, ears flicking. “Uhh, good luck?”

Yona nodded again, pulling the door closed on his anxious expression. With the click of the latch, darkness settled in, and she breathed out completely. She didn't reach for the lantern. Instead, she took another breath in, then let it out. The dark calmed her, like covering a birdcage. The scent of the wood filled her nose, prickling up between her eyes. She was Yona, daughter of Yuchenka, and a yak who fought for her friends. Compared to facing an avalanche of spiders, this was so, so simple.

She fumbled for the lantern, finding the switch and turning it on. The small booth lit up, and Yona sat down. The cool tile beneath her rump made her wriggle. Before her, on the other side of the covered hole, lay her path to glory. She'd sat in this situation before. Last time, she'd lunged to her feet when that first pony thing came through the hole, and she'd smashed both herself and the pony attached to it through the wall in response.

Yona breathed in, then out. This time, she would not smash. She would be a better, stronger yak by not succumbing to instinct.

The knock in front of her brought her head up. Here was her first test. Raising a hoof, she flipped the cover open and leaned to one side.

The long, pink pony thing slid through the hole. It brushed against her horn, nestling between her head and the tip, and Yona held still. Even though she hadn't sharpened her horns in forever, and dulled tips wouldn't hurt a pony, she carefully eased her head back. The curl of her horn glided up against the flat head, prompting a huffing noise from behind the wall.

Huh. If pony liked that, maybe she could do it a bit more. She leaned in, puffing a hot breath over the sac she could see pressed against the other side of the hole. Her tongue slipped out to lap against the base, too, as her horn slid back down to the pony's medial ring. Another noise, a groan, sounded more like enjoyment than pain, so Yona mouthed affectionately at the underside of the pony's cock to pleasure them.

It twitched and throbbed as she did that, and she indulged in another lick, another glide of her horn back and forth. Her head tilted as she worked, the pony getting harder beneath her attentions. Yona snuffled sideways against his sheath, kissing his shaft, and the moan she drew from the other side absurdly pleased her. While not satisfying as smashing, turning a pony to putty with her tongue still felt good.

Wiggling her head a little, she tested the pull of his girth against the curve of her horn. He'd swelled quickly, and she could feel the throb of his pulse against the side of her head. If she stayed like this, she might not be able to pull away if he grew too thick.

Almost reluctantly, Yona slipped free with a small squirm. The last tug was just tight enough, and she drew the tip of his cock quickly into her mouth to soothe any ache. The pony pressed forward at the first swirl of her tongue, and Yona made a low, muffled noise in her throat, taking him in more.

The delicate work done, she settled into a proper yak blowjob, slurping at the head and bobbing up and down with enthusiasm. She'd been gentle with Sandbar, putting him to sleep rather than completely blowing his mind, but now she had no reason to hold back. So Yona delved, taking this cock deep, and she rumbled low in her chest. A scraping and pawing sounded at the wall, a quick, breathy panting, then a stuttering knock sounded.

Oh, already? Yona smirked. Well, she would smirk, if her mouth weren't full. She relented, drawing off with a pleased noise, and languidly licked down the sides of the shaft. The frantic sounds on the other side subsided, although the pony's cock continued to thrust forward, almost begging, and Yona lowered her head to tease the base with her tongue once more.

Slowly, tauntingly she lapped her way up towards the head again, working him in long strokes. Upon reaching the tip, a quick swipe of her tongue swept the growing bead of precum into her mouth and she swallowed it. She lowed softly, letting this pony know he was hers. He would perhaps hear a drawn-out moan, and imagine that he pleased her, but his heart would understand that she owned him.

A yak brought this pony pleasure, and he would give in to it, all for her glory.

Yona took his cock into her mouth once more, her tongue slithering wetly around his head as she sucked. This time, she didn't ease up when the knock came. She pumped his shaft with a curled fetlock, encouraging him to let go and cum in her mouth.

The cry from the other side preceded the first warm gush. Yona mmmphed as it rolled over her tongue, letting her pony know she took it willingly. His cum filled her mouth, thick and sweet, much like Sandbar tasted. Ponies tended towards that flavour, she guessed, coaxing another pulse from him with an upward stroke of her hoof.

She sucked his cock deeply, milking him dry into her mouth until he shuddered and tried to pull away. Yona let him slip free and tossed her head to swallow the small pony load. Puffing, she then leaned forward to give the head of his softening cock a parting kiss before it completely withdrew. “Hmmfff!”

Level One. Clear a Path.

Yona wiggled her rump on the floor, the bob of her tail fanning the new heat coming off her body. Just like with Sandbar, she got hot quickly. Sustaining it through however many pony cocks would be her next challenge.

No knocks came from either side. Perhaps Smolder and Silverstream planned to space out the waiting ponies, to give her proper breaks. But just as the thought entered her mind, a light flickered ahead of her, and a dark, thick pony cock slipped through the hole. Hard and full already, this one had a thin line of precum trailing down its length.

Smirking, Yona considered just how thorough an inspection Silverstream must have made. She flicked her long, flat tongue against the underside of that cockhead, making it jump, and suckled on the tip with a purse of her lips. Rewarded with more pre-cum, she hummed and engulfed him easily in her mouth.

This pony twitched as she sucked him, his cock trembling each time she traced the rim with her tongue. After the third quiver, Yona teasingly drew back and went for his shaft instead. Sure, 'yak make pony cum quickly, assert dominance over pony' was one thing, but something hot inside her begged for the chance to thrill, to pleasure, and to draw it out.

Lavishing some long licks up and down, Yona nosed at his length. Pony musk smelt different from the last one, earthier and richer. If only she could press her muzzle into the join of his thigh, on the other side of the hole, she would know so much more. She contented herself with lapping at the base of his cock, right where it met his sheath, and received a tilt of his hips in response, offering more of it up to her.

Yona hummed and obliged, dipping lower, worrying at his base and puffing more air over what lay on the other side. Heat wasn't a problem, since her breaths almost steamed as she worked her way back up. Lowing once more, she brushed her cheek against his head and slurped at it.

She slipped him almost tenderly into her mouth again and resumed bobbing her head, daring him to knock, to admit that he wanted to give up his cum as his gift to her. Hers. Her prize.

The knock came, and Yona swirled her tongue around his rim, causing a shudder and sudden flare. His cock spurted, a heavy load on just the first pulse, and the moan from behind the wall sounded equally pained and relieved. Yona made a content noise of her own, coaxing more hot gushes from his tip with each roll of her tongue, luxuriating in her role at bringing him to a peak. She cradled the underside of his shaft, the pads of her hoof rippling with the twitch and thrum of his cumming.

Yona slid him out of her mouth, tossing her head back once more and swallowing his cream. She leaned in to lap at his still-drooling tip, causing a jerk and gasp, before the pony shakily withdrew back through the hole.

Level Two. Defend Her Space

She heaved herself to her feet as she watched him go, the throbbing beneath her tail almost audible in the small space. Never had she felt this wet or needy, and Yona shot a look at the other hole, sliding it open with a back hoof and waiting to see if somepony would pop through. She had notions and ideas about the sorts of things they could do for her.

The scrape of claws over the door drew her attention away from both holes.

“You okay, so far?” whispered Smolder.

Sure, she would be, as soon as she had someone to suck or fuck. Glory was not a mere two ponies, after all. “Still okay. Could use more pony.” She grunted. “Bigger pony, maybe. First two not much of challenge.”

Smolder's low laugh, in other circumstances, would have put Yona's hackles up. “Yeah, they staggered out of there looking pretty drained. I think I've got just the stallion waiting for you, though.” The door creaked as she leaned up against it. “Put Sandbar out of his misery soon, huh? Poor guy's pawing the ground something fierce, listening to you go at it.”

Yona grunted. Tempting, to take two ponies at once, but she would save that for last. “Tell him patience, yak almost ready.” Oh, why lie? The tremors running through her hindquarters could quickly be quelled by a nice, deep thrust. Sandbar mounting her would please them both, and he could rut her freely until he came inside her in a hot gush.

If she gave in, though, and let her urges overwhelm her, she would not achieve the glory of conquering this wretched place. As much as she wanted satisfaction, she first had more to swallow. “Next pony, on left side,” she rumbled. “Bigger.”

“You got it,” Smolder said. Her footsteps padded away and Yona squared her shoulders to face down the hole she hadn't used yet.

The bulbous head that squeezed through the wall seconds later made Yona widen her eyes. Oh, now here was a cock fit for her needs! Dark pink, almost shading to purple from its engorged state, the shaft swelled below the medial ring as it wiggled through the hole. The tightness of the fit at the base made the pony's flat tip bob up and down as its colour darkened even more.

Yona tilted her head in consideration, licking her chops and ignoring the drool dripping from her mouth. She could fall on this behemoth with mouth and hooves, devour it to her heart's content, and drain it as she'd done with the previous two. That was her goal, after all.

Instead, she went in for the nuzzle and inhale, getting his scent. Musky was a given, but a spicy tang invaded her nose and made her rumble. She lapped next, brushing her tongue up his length in a questioning lick. Mmm. The same spice lingered on her palate, and Yona indulged herself some more, relishing his taste.

Amongst all her pleased noises, and the heavy breathing from the other side of the wall, she worked her way up to the dark purple head. She had just taken him into her mouth and begun her enthusiastic head-bobbing, when the tension shifted, and the cock drew back, then thrust forward lightly again.

Yona grunted, surprised. It wasn't a hard, demanding push. More like asking permission to take control. Cocking her head to the side, she considered the offer. Well, standing still had been one of her challenges.

Leaning her head forward, she pressed the tips of her horns against the wall, enough to score the wood without piercing it. She tapped the base of the throbbing shaft with her hoof, puffing some hot breaths over it to guide the pony to where her mouth was, and he obediently followed. His flat tip finally bumped against her muzzle, and Yona opened her mouth in offering, her tongue lolling out.

The first thrust up was tentative, testing, feeling out just how deep he could go with her. Yona stayed docile, half-closing her eyes and letting the sensation wash over her. He wouldn't hurt her. Nopony was big enough to choke a yak, not even this one. She opened wide, because this pony was still nice and thick, and the next thrust filled her mouth. “Mmmmfff!”

Soon, the pony had a rhythm going, and he steadily fucked Yona's muzzle in deep, slow strokes. His thick head pushed into her mouth, the yak girl making small, encouraging noises each time he sank in. She drooled helplessly all over him, too, his thrusts slick and wet, and she pressed her horns harder against the wooden barrier as the ache beneath her tail throbbed. Spinning around and letting that big cock plunge into her would be such a treat, such a reward for her endurance, and yet, she held herself still. She wouldn't move, and she would still have her reward.

A knock came, and the pumping went up a notch, Yona panting each time he gave her space to breathe. Her chin was sopping wet, her chest and neck sporting silver strands, and she took his thrusts again and again. “Hmmmpph! Mmmff!”

The pony on the other end moaned along with her, and he pushed deep into her mouth, holding himself there. His grunt was the only signal, and the first spurt of thick cream shot onto the back of Yona's tongue. She trembled, her gaze fixed downwards as he pressed himself further in. It went on seemingly forever, Yona's soft, wheezing grunts muffled by his cock, her mouth filling quickly with his cum.

Finally, he withdrew from her in a slow retreat, still hard. Yona waited until his gleaming head had slipped back through the hole, then she lifted her horns off the wall. They had scored deep gouges in the wood, signs of her determination to hold herself in position.

Yona raised her chin up and his slippery load slid down her throat in a hard swallow, her breath coming harder and faster. Foam flecked her jowls, and she sat down heavily, the squelch of her rump meeting the floor only adding to the heat in her face. She caught a glimpse of a dark muzzle at the hole in front of her, then it disappeared in a quick flash of light as the pony she'd just serviced slipped through the curtain.

Level Three. Fuck the Yak.

Enough rest. She needed a good, hard rutting now. Rocking up onto all four hooves, she thumped a hind leg four times against the wall behind her. Sandbar could be first. If any creature after him wanted to fuck her through his cum, she'd take them on, too.

The snap of the curtain and sound of his hooves drew her attention to the glory hole behind her. She caught a brief glimpse of his greenish-gray coat as it appeared in the small circle of light, then disappeared again in the darkness on the other side. “You, uh, knocked?” he asked quietly. “We can use names, Yona. We're alone. Even Smolder's gone outside to see who's left.”

What a relief. As able as she'd become at changing her speech over the last few years, she still had her ways and preferred them to the weirdness of the other races. “Yona call in favour. Want pony cock where it best suited, and want Sandbar where he feel good.” She lowed at him. “Need cock sucked first?”

“I, uh, wow.” He whuffled. “You're never like this.”

“Yona not have time for pretty words,” she rumbled. “Either pony make thing ready, or tell Yona to turn around.”

To his credit, Sandbar obeyed, the scrape of his hooves sounding on the wall as he reared up, and his black cock slipped through the hole, dangling at half-mast. A strand of pre-cum glistened at his tip. “Just a bit, please,” his voice came.

A few slow bobs of her head coaxed him into a nice, wet stiffness, Sandbar moaning quietly as she slurped on him. She lifted her head off him with another moan, nuzzling and snuffling at his tip. “Pony make room,” she said. “Yona back her thing up.”

She turned herself around as he withdrew his cock, and she indeed backed herself up. Flicking her tail to one side, she pressed against the glory hole, feeling it frame her slick, throbbing, needy cunt, the cool air from the other side tickling her. “Take yak like this!” she urged, propping herself onto the tips of her hind hooves and wiggling.

Her panting cut off as a surge swelled through her, his blunt head brushing through her folds. He glided up and down tentatively, then pushed forward, penetrating her with a hot schlick. Sandbar's groan made her ears swivel, her body rocked back against his thrust, and Yona swallowed a squeal of satisfaction as he mounted her through the glory hole. “Huuunnnhh!”

Not hesitating, Sandbar pulled back and pumped Yona in a deep, rolling motion. His pony cock plundered her yak cunt, and she braced herself against his thrusts, grunting to herself. Oh, he felt good in there! Yona let her eyes roll back in pleasure. Now this, this was glory!

She butted her head against the wall, lowing greedily, and then reared back as another cock slid through the hole as if summoned. As pink as the first one of the day, it bobbed in front of her, and Yona snuffled wonderingly at it. Even as Sandbar plowed her from behind, she decided to accept the challenge before her. Opening her mouth, she took this needy cock in with a muffled groan, letting Sandbar know somepony had joined them.

The small room was big enough for a yak, but not quite so big that she could get off one or the other of the two cocks currently thrusting into her. Yona writhed on them as they jerkily pumped her back and forth, sometimes alternating in their awkward rhythm, sometimes thrusting together as if they desired to meet in the middle. The ponies on the other ends of them panted audibly, occasional groans and other guttural noises mingling in their pursuit of coming inside her.

Yona, however, wasn't about to concede even that small victory. She had blown Sandbar earlier in the week with no thought to her own pleasure, and need had coiled in her belly ever since. All those cocks she had conquered earlier roiled more of that need, and the instant Sandbar's cock sank into her, that need had sprung with a snap.

She came first, her orgasmic bellow muted by the cock in her mouth. Her cunt rippled and clenched in pleasure around Sandbar's own thrusting cock, and Yona felt his rhythm stutter as he sank deep, then his cockhead flared. Cum erupted inside her, accompanied by his desperate moan as she pulled him over the edge with her. Yona milked him dry with firm squeezes of her cunt, pulling every last drop free and taking it for herself.

Sandbar slid out of her, drained and limp, and as she felt him withdraw, Yona lifted her head from her cocksucking. Turning herself around, she immediately backed up, feeling the sudden slip downwards between her hind legs. A quick wriggle ensured the fat, blunt head spread her cunt open for half a second, then it slipped inside and plugged Sandbar's cum inside her with a low, lewd squelch. “Unnf!”

Yona set the pace on her new cock, haunches churning as she rocked back and forth on him. “Hmm! Mmm!” Her rump thudded against the wall, not as an intention to smash, but she panted and groaned back at the pony she rode. She could feel the plunge of that cock inside her, knowing it twitched and drooled at the slick warmth as it fucked her through Sandbar's cum.

Wriggling back against the glory hole, Yona ground her hips up and down needily. Her moans drew shakier, harder thrusts into her from behind. They sped up briefly, meeting her rump with a quick series of slaps, then a shivering groan came from the other side of the wall. Yona felt the hot spurts inside her, pumping deep and tight, and that pushed her the rest of the way to another climax. With nothing holding her back this time, she bellowed properly, a rush of noise that sounded her victory.

“MRRRRRRRUUUUUUUNNNHHHH!”

Level Four. Glory Was Hers.

She squirmed as the cock finishing pumping its cream inside her and pulled out with a wet sound. Mingled cum leaked down her thighs, and she stumbled forward, catching herself before her horns dug into the wall. Her body shuddered, hind legs nearly buckling as she twitched through the aftershocks. Pleasure crackled along her spine, and Yona quivered on her hooves, so close to slumping down right where she stood.

Panting, snorting, and stomping, she waited for somepony else to dare challenge her. She would conquer them as she had the others. But both holes stayed empty. Then claws scraped across the door again. “Hey, uh, that's all we got,” came Smolder's voice. Yona could hear the smirk in her tone. “We might have had one more, but that sound made him scurry back to the bar. He's probably drinking heavily and imagining the monster on the other side of those walls. You good?”

“Yona need minute, but Yona good.” She shut both holes and finally allowed herself to drop, rump first, onto the towel on the floor. “Yak take back glory,” she murmured, sitting and leaning her head back against the wall. “Yak vindicated.” She shifted abruptly as a load of cum leaked out of her with a slow glorp. “Mmmph. Also, yak should ... ugh ... take bath.”

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“We're grad students. How can we afford to eat out this often?” Gallus gestured to the food on top of the upturned barrel.

Silverstream shrugged and nipped another piece of fish off a plate. “Beats me. I still don't know how we arranged all of this in just a couple of days.” It was her turn to gesture, mostly at the kegs and bottle cases that surrounded them they ate their dinner. “We have high-level friendship classes, plus way too much homework. And we still found the time to build our own glory hole booth, pay off a bar owner to put it in their back room, and do guard duty for Yona. I don't get it!”

“Always enough hours in the day when we need them,” Smolder said, pushing the curtain aside and sitting beside Gallus. A flushed and stumbling Ocellus followed her, wincing as she sat beside Silverstream. “Amazing how that works. And at least Professor Applejack's shed-building classes taught us how to put up a frame quickly. The rest was easy.”

Gallus rested his cheek on his hand. “Yona finally drained you dry?” he asked the changeling, who had flopped face first onto the barrel top.

“I feel so dirty!” Ocellus wailed against the oak surface. “And I'm so sooooore! Don't wanna turn into a guy again for a week!”

Yona had protected her friends often enough, and gotten them out of enough sticky situations, that they didn't want her to end up in a sticky situation of her own. Once Ocellus had reported back that, no, there were no glory holes within the bounds of Ponyville, Smolder decided they would just make one themselves.

Ocellus, naturally, didn't want any more trouble, and had to be cajoled into the plan which mostly revolved around her. Not only did she have to recruit a few changelings to impersonate all of them around the School for a few hours, she also had impersonated Sangria, the pony owner of the pub, with her permission. Then she'd pretended to be one stallion after another for Yona, shifting forms after each visit to the glory hole booth they'd all secretly built.

Everyone else had stayed out of the way. Some things they didn't need to see or hear, and a threesome involving half their group topped the list. Bad enough that Yona and Sandbar had apparently hooked up before. There would be discussions about that, too. Not that any creature begrudged their fun, but at least being up front about it would earn them some reprieve, rather than a pillow beating for Sandbar before bed. They would have done it while he slept, but Gallus had recommended they let him catch up on his rest. He then reminded them he was also available as a sounding board, but their tittering made him throw his claws up and retreat.

“I'm impressed you reloaded so quickly after swapping bodies,” he said. “Do I want to know how changelings figured out they could do that?”

Ignoring him, Ocellus continued to moan plaintively, so Silverstream reached over to pat her on the head. “You really shouldn't hang around, in case Yona comes out and sees you,” she said. “Did you at least get any love out of her and Sandbar?”

“Love?” Ocellus echoed, peering up at her. “Lust, mostly. Lust is like theatre popcorn: buttery, hot, and sooo not filling.” She shifted and grimaced as her lower body twinged again. “I got some love, because Yona's nothing if not affectionate. I just never thought I'd experience it like this.”

She had learned to share love with every creature, especially her friends. And now she had just, well, been sucked off four times in a row by one of them, then double-teamed her with another friend. That last one had been purely an accident, but Yona had been making such noises. Ocellus had rallied through the ache in her own groin and manifested yet another erection, sticking it through the gloryhole in an attempt to distract the yak. Instead, she had gone from blowjob to sinking deep inside Yona's slick depths, already swimming with Sandbar's own cum. Then she'd added her own load on top of it, and Yona's bellow had nearly brought down the booth around them.

Oh, she would have interesting dreams tonight.

“She's right, though, you should scram,” Smolder said. “Yona thinks you're covering for all of us at School. Way to take one for the team. Silverstream can owe you.”

“Me?” the hippogriff squawked. “What do I owe?”

Ocellus blinked big eyes at her. “I accept cuddles as payment. Nice, relaxing, comfortable feelings. Also, feathers are nice on chitin.”

Silverstream blushed and nodded “Oh. Sure! We'll compare schedules.” She nudged Gallus. “Want to come, too? You've got feathers. We can make a hippogriffon cuddle pile for Ocellus, yeah?”

“Cuddle me,” he murmured, “and I'll tell every creature about the secret sketchbook you have in your dresser drawer.”

“Oh, okay. Just me, then.” She smiled brightly at Ocellus, who waved at them all and limped off.

Smolder watched the changeling go. “Okay. Once Yona and Sandbar get out, we'll celebrate her victory, and crown her with whatever glory she wants. This wasn't an easy Friendship project, but I say we passed it. Now, let's never speak of this again.”

Both Silverstream and Gallus nodded, putting their claws in the middle of the table with hers, clasping them together. “Never again,” they agreed.

FIN