Yona Wants Experiment!

“Yona can’t believe it one year after Yona and friends graduate!” The proud yak bellowed through the little apartment she rented in Ponyville. It was modestly furnished as all Yak dwellings are. It had hay in the corner to sleep in and large Yak quilts lining the walls. It also had a small pile of wood in the far corner for midnight smashing.

What separated Yona’s home from other yaks’ were the two couches she had in the living room area—that was pony influence. They were necessary because her friends liked to visit so often. Like they currently were. And the couches held them sturdily like they were supposed to.

“I know, right!” Yona’s best friend Silverstream squealed in delight. “It feels like it was only yesterday we just met. Well, not yesterday, more like the day before? Or last week? Huh… now that I think about it, it doesn’t feel like that at all.”

The hippogriff sitting next to Yona deflated in defeat. But then quickly recovered and grabbed a handful of snacks. “Mmm, salty!”

Yona loved when all her friends came over. It made the move to Ponyville, away from her family and other yaks, worth it. But she couldn’t help but feel that something was missing from their normal gathering.

She scanned the two couches. Silverstream was sitting next to her. Ocellus and Smolder were on the other couch—they’d been sitting awfully close together lately. Then she spied the two vacant seats that Sandbar and Gallus normally occupied.

“Where Sandbar and Gallus?” Yona looked at her female friends.

“Oh, they’re doing that guy thing they do,” Smolder said, throwing her arms in the air.

“Guy thing?”

“Oh, you know, that thing where they sneak off and pretend none of us here knows what they’re really up to?” Silverstream emphasized she knew the truth with another scooch towards Yona.

“Yona not know what they are doing.” Was it a pony thing? Some cultural more that she had missed? She shrank a little on her couch. She and Sandbar had dated during school, But her lack of understanding of these pony things had made the yak feel completely inadequate. Her constant attempts to be more “pony” for him led to finally calling it quits. She hoped to win him back somehow.

“Uhhh… they’re experimenting,” Ocellus said with a bright smile. It was met with a lot of snickering and the bug’s face turning red.

“What experiment?”

“Fine!” Smolder snorted, her eyes narrowed to the others around the room. “I’ll tell her. They are at Sandbar’s apartment having sex with each other. It’s called experimenting with your sexuality. It’s common for young adults our age.”

“It is?”

“Yeah,” cried the hippogriff practically in her lap. “Creatures do it all the time. They have sex with males, then they have it with females. Sometimes they all have it together in big groups called orgies.”

“Wait! Have Yona friends had sex? And experiment?”

“Yes,” Smolder said in a flat tone but Yona could see the redness in her and Ocellus’s face. “Why do you think we’re so close now?”

“And you, Silverstream?”

“I mean, I have had sex with Gallus, but I haven’t really tried experimenting with any females yet. I wouldn’t mind trying it. It sounds like fun. I just have to find the right female, you know?” The hippogriff was talking a mile a minute and moving her hands all around. Yona was having trouble following.

“Have you had sex yet, Yona?” Ocellus asked, leaning into her dragon companion.

“Yes. Yona had sex with Sandbar. But it not as exciting as Yona thought. Sandbar climb on Yona and stick pony penis in and Yona barely feel anything. Then he get all ‘ohh ahhh eeep!’ Then he collapse on Yona back.”

It was a point of annoyance for the young yak. The way the ponies and her friends had talked about sex she thought it was going to be magical. She thought that her body would transcend and her mind would connect to the eternal oneness of everything. It wasn't any of that, and Yona felt cheated and wrong. She chalked it up to another “pony thing” that she didn’t get.

“That doesn’t sound like fun,” Silverstream sighed as she placed her arm around Yona. “Sex can be much better than that. Trust me. Gallus and I had sex and it was amazing! I nearly knocked him out of the air when I got off. It was like a firework going off in my vagina. Maybe you haven’t met the right female to try things out with yet either.”

“Or male,” Ocellus was quick to point out. “We don’t care either way. You’re fine no matter who or what you like.”

“So ‘experiment’ is normal at this age?” The wheels in Yona’s head began to turn. All her friends except Silverstream had sexually experimented. Everyone around her said it was a good thing to try. “Yona want experiment!”

“Great!” Silverstream said, wrapping the large yak in her feathered wings. “I think you’ll just love it! Maybe we could find some time to …”

“Time? No! Yona want experiment right now!” It made perfect sense. Why put something so important off? Why did all of her friends not just seize the opportunity to learn and experience? They always made Yona feel dumb for trying to.

“N-Now?” Her hippogriff companion gasped. “But-but you have company!”

“Oh yes. Where Yona’s manners? Thank you all for coming. Yona home is your home. Yona friends can stay as long as you like.” Yona had hopped off her couch and was feverishly shaking her friends' hooves and hands. “Yona has to go now.”

“Go?!” Silverstream was beside herself in confusion. “Go where? And why?”

“Yona has to find females to experiment with. Yona sorry she not stay longer. She has lot to do now. See you all tomorrow.” The excited yak was at the door and opening it before the others could even react.

“Yona, I don’t think you understand…” The hippogriff couldn’t finish her thought before her large friend left, leaving an awkwardness in the room.

“I don’t think she got it,” sighed Smolder.

Yona rushed through Ponyville like an excited little puppy. She looked around, half- expecting her new lover to leap into her hooves. The other ponies of Ponyville were a bit startled to be stared at like meat for a starving dog, but they soon relaxed. Yona had lived among them for years, and an ecstatic yak was a common sight.

About midway through the main street, she slowed. She didn’t know how to experiment. She didn’t even know how to start. Which pony should she choose? How should she ask about it?

Yona felt the adrenaline begin to fade. The rush of sounds and sights began to affect her. She could feel her body twitching in anticipation, but the fear of judgment almost immediately returned. She was not a pony. She never would be. They might not like her. She was too different for experiments.

The adrenaline dumped a fresh dose of fear into her already frying brain. The steam rose in her, and she could feel the eyes of everypony staring and wondering what she was doing in the middle of their town.

Yaks would have yelled at her for the thoughts she’d just had. It was not the yak way. And she didn’t know if she could follow the pony way if she wasn’t a pony. Her world suddenly felt off-balance, and she began to back away from the large fountain in the middle of the town.

“Yona?”

The yak nearly smashed something in response. The voice wasn’t any of her friends. She turned and breathed a small sigh of relief.

“Are you quite alright, darling?” Her savior asked. It was Professor Rarity. She would know what to do, the teacher was an expert in pony ways.

“Yona need help.”

“Oh? What sort of help do you need?” The older mare asked with a flick of her mane.

“Yona want experiment.” Her eyes sparkled at the mere thought of something exciting and new.

“Oh dear, Twilight is better at that sort of thing,” the fashionista unicorn explained. She patted her young pupil’s head. “She’s currently away. But never fear, I’m sure we can find the equipment and material you need. What sort of experiment are you conducting?”

“Sex!” The yak nearly bowled her professor over with the loud bellow. This time the ponies stopped and stared at the young yak. Her antics were known to be rambunctious but never lewd. They looked at each other in concern.

“What? What? What?!” Rarity stood slack-jawed in the middle of the town trying to comprehend the sudden curve the conversation had taken. She had to take quite a few large breaths and remind herself that the yak was of age.

“Yona said—“

“I know what you said, darling, you needn’t repeat it. Please, let’s head to my shop before we discuss any further.”

Yona was pushed and prodded to move as fast as her large legs could. The professor was looking around like enemies could attack them at any moment. She wasn’t afraid; she would defend her teacher against any foes.

The doors of Rarity’s Boutique swung open as they entered. Then they were shut and locked as the owner hastily turned the open sign over. The unicorn peered out through the slats of the blinds in case any pony was still watching.

“Is Professor Rarity and Yona in danger?”

“What? I mean, yes. You were about to commit a most grievous faux pas, darling. Civilized ponies don’t mention things like sex in public. And certainly not involving experiments.” A large sigh escaped the red-faced unicorn and she cleared her throat a bit before sitting at her workbench.

“Have a seat,” the professor of friendship offered. “Er, maybe something more sturdy than that chair, perhaps the chaise?”

Yona obediently sat on the sofa and heard a series of snaps and pops. The seat deflated and its occupant was inches away from sitting on the floor. The unicorn placed a hoof to her forehead and sighed.

“Now, Yona dear, we are in private company and can discuss what you just said.” Rarity was a good teacher. She spoke slowly so the yak could understand. At least Yona thought so.

“Yona want—“

“I know what you want! I mean, could you please tell me why you decided to do this?” The teacher placed her hooves over one another. She kept her posture and looked as interested as she did in class.

“Yona’s friends said that it’s normal to do experiment at Yona’s age.” Yona recited with her eyes closed and hoof in the air.

“I see. So your friends are experimenting?”

“Yes. Smolder experiment with Ocellus. And Gallus and Sandbar experiment right now. Yona want experiment too.” Her eyes grew wide as she looked to her teacher for advice and guidance.

“I hope you weren’t thinking of me for… uh… this first experiment.” Rarity blushed, placing her hoof to her chest.

“No. Professor Rarity too old.”

“I beg your pardon! You are of age, which means you can have sex with whichever pony you want. It doesn’t matter how much older they are. And some of us older ponies could teach you some of the real secrets instead of just mucking about like a lost foal.” The professor blew the tuft of mane out of her face and took a few deep breaths. “What I meant was,” the flustered unicorn continued. “I was your teacher. Such a bond is sacred between teacher and student. There are only certain things I can teach you about, and sex through demonstration is not one of them.”

Yona sat quietly as Rarity composed herself. She hadn’t thought of older ponies having sex at all. It just didn’t seem like something they did. To the yak, sex was about young creatures exploring each other and finding out what works to bring them pleasure. Older creatures were more concerned with keeping the world moving and stopping younger ponies from having sex at all.

“Now,” the elder unicorn said with a more solemn tone. The student recognized it as her teaching or lecturing voice. “Experimenting is very common for adults of your age. It is exciting, but not without risks. Protection should always be used. Also, you should make sure that everypony is on the same page concerning your relationship. Many associate sex with romance and courtship. They don’t have to go hoof in hoof, but it’s best to make sure your lover knows that.”

The professor’s face became softer, but her eyes grew stern. “This is why experimenting with friends can be a dangerous business. Feelings can crop up, and friendships can grow into something else or collapse completely. It is very shaky ground. I recommend, if you are dead set on doing this, then look for partners outside of your close friends. But don’t just proposition strangers in the street. Can you think of any ponies or creatures that you already know, but don’t see that often, that might be open to something like this?”

Yona thought. She pictured all the friends she had at work. The hospital was filled with pony friends and all manner of creatures. Most of them were busy and as old as Rarity. She was only a tech, but most of the time she was called to deal with unruly patients.

“There some ponies at work—“

“No! That is a horrible idea. If things go wrong it makes the workplace very awkward.”

The more Yona thought the more confused she got. “You sure friends not good idea? Yona friends experiment with each other.”

“You must be prepared if feelings arise,” the wise pony said with an air of authority. “As fun as experimenting with friends is, it's best not to cross that boundary… too often.”

Professor Rarity stared off into the distance. She smiled and Yona watched the teacher’s eyes track something she couldn’t see. “Professor?”

“Oh! Yes enough about Maud, ME! I meant me. How about friends from school?”

Thinking like this made the poor yak kind of dizzy. She wasn’t stupid, but it was hard enough to remember all the different ponies she met and tell them apart. Then she had to translate their names into Yakkish so she could remember them. Then had to think of which of them Yona found attractive.

Her mind raced through all her old classes in the school. Most of the time she had spent focused on the teacher. And Professor Rarity had said no teachers. Then finally a memory emerged that fit the bill. The old cheer squad with Coach Dash. Yona, Ocellus, and Smolder had joined along with two cheer ponies.

“Shimmy Shake and Lighthoof!” The yak cried in triumph. The walls shook slightly and a few of Rarity’s thread spindles fell off a nearby shelf.

“Oh, your old cheer squad companions? Are you sure they would be open to that? They were cheerleaders, but not all stereotypes are accurate.”

“Yona thinks so. They talked about sex all the time, which mare looked good, what Professor Fluttershy might taste like. Things like that.” Yona could feel the excitement build again. It was a tingling sensation throughout her body. She thought it lived primarily in her stomach but she could also feel it in her nethers. She hoped she didn’t get too excited. Things got messy when she did.

“Very well. Now before you…Yona? Please wait.” The unicorn halted the excited yak as she was halfway through the door. “I would recommend thinking about what you will say to them first. You can’t just walk up and say ‘you want to sexually experiment together?’ It’s much too crass.”

“Oh, right.” Yona was shaking in anticipation. “Yona won’t. Thanks, Professor Rarity!”

“And never think I’m too old for that again!” the very young unicorn called out as the yak bolted. “Not that I’m offering!”