Yona Wants Experiment!

Yona’s hooves pummeled the road. Cracks were appearing in the cobblestone street and some of the stones jarred loose, but she didn’t notice, but she didn’t notice. If the ponies hadn’t known better, they might have thought a dragon was on the loose—though many knew, or suspected, that a dragon was less destructive than an excited yak.

It wouldn’t take any pony long to track her destination: The smashed landscape ended at the Ponyville Barista, a popular stop for young, hip ponies. The duo had opened it after they graduated from the School of Friendship. Yona had never eaten there, but heard good things about it.

The bell rang announcing the horned and horny customer. Two young mares, dressed in their old cheer squad costumes, rushed to greet their new patron. It smelled of bitter coffee and sweet chocolate.

“Welcome to our cafe, we dance and sing and sway, there is never a delay, our food is low caloray! Yay!”

Yona was practically assaulted by the two excited ponies she sought. They didn’t seem to have stopped their cheering ways. Yona couldn’t keep from dancing with them as they performed their favorite routine.

“Oh, like, hi Yona!” Lighthoof gave the yak a nice warm hug. Yaks love warm hugs. “It’s been, like, forever since we’ve seen you.”

“Yona saw you walking from Café two days ago.” Yaks are best at remembering small details.

“Lighthoof meant we haven’t, like, hung out in a while,” Shimmy Shakes clarified. She hugged Yona next. The yak was hoping her plan would succeed, but she had to be smart and not blurt out her intentions. Like Professor Rarity said.

“Yona wanted to talk to you. She has idea.” The yak tried her most convincing tone. It was hard to hold things back when she was so excited.

“Oh?” They said in unison.

“But not here. Yona told not to say it in public.”

The two exchanged a glance then giggled. “Okay we have to finish our shift, then we’ll talk.” Shimmy led her equally curious counterpart back to the counter. Yona found a bench seat to sit at.

“Oh, here,” Lighthoof returned with a small white cup filled with brown liquid. “It’s our new double mocha expressichino. It’s really good and gives you great pep!”

“Coffee is like cheering in liquid form,” Shimmy explained. “It’s like having your own squad in your body pushing you forward. That’s why we started this place.”

Yona never knew cheering could be liquified. She eagerly tasted the liquid cheer. Immediately her reaction was to spit it out. It was bitter and tasted like dirt. But the flavor changed as she continued to savor the taste, becoming sweet and rich. She took another taste and the bitterness was less pungent.

It wasn’t long before the cheering began in her body. She felt it in her chest. Then it spread through her, tingling and exciting all the parts of her body. She found herself vibrating with the liquid’s influence.

“This liquid cheer feel really good. Why Yona not know this before?” Yona’s teeth were rattling as she talked from the strength of the cheer.

“We might have made hers too strong,” Lighthoof said, watching Yona with concern.

“Yona’s big! So I, like, figured she needed a higher dose,” explained Shimmy as she put more coffee grounds into the brewmaster.

Surprisingly the jolt of intense energy allowed Yona to stay in one place easier. It didn’t hurt that her legs shook so much she couldn’t stand. Customers came and went as the yak quake shook the table. It was a lot harder to not smash things.

She focused instead on the possible activity ahead. How should she approach them? Which one did she want to experiment with? Lighthoof was a lot more attentive and sensitive than her friend. Would that still apply in a bedroom? Shimmy was much more direct and knew what she wanted. Was that better in sex?

What was sex like with mares? Yona had never thought about it. What was she supposed to do? She didn’t have the parts to stick into either pony. Ocellus at least could change. Maybe that was how she and Smolder did it. But Yona couldn’t. How was she supposed to experiment?

Then another thought occurred to her. What if yak wasn’t good at it? What if she wasn’t best? Yaks were supposed to be the best at everything. What if she couldn’t get one of these ponies to make the same noises Sandbar did? Or what if they couldn’t do that for her? What if she was incapable of making those sounds? What if only yaks could excite other yaks in that way?

Her thoughts were disrupted by the door to the café closing. She lifted her head up off the table. Had she been asleep? Lighthoof turned the lock while Shimmy started the cleaning process.

“You okay, Yona?” asked Lighthoof as she walked over. “I think the expressichino hit you harder than we thought it would. You were, like, bouncing a lot in the back here muttering something about not being the best and making weird noises then you fell asleep. Sorry. We’ll get, like, the perfect blend for you next time.”

Shimmy continued to clean the counters but joined in the conversation. “So, we’re the only ponies here. What did you want to talk about?”

“Sex,” Yona said in the most tactless fashion despite the warnings.

Both mares stopped their tasks and immediately stared at the suddenly awkward yak. Shimmy dropped the towel a second later while Lighthoof struggled to return a chair to the top of a table.

“Sex, huh?” Shimmy finally said, picking her towel off the floor and tossing it into a bid of dirty rags. “What about it?”

“Yona learned about experimenting. It common for our age. Yona thought she should try.” The air was still and silent. The bamboo furniture creaked slightly as Lighthoof put another chair up.

“And uh, let me get this straight. You came to us because you thought we would know?” Lighthoof asked oddly red-faced. She looked at her café mate with confusion and concern.

“Yona remembered you guys always talk sex. Yona thought you two would know about experiment and… uhh… possibly try it with Yona.” The yak looked at her hooves and felt her face flush. It wasn’t easy to say out loud. The entire café was eerie quiet while her friends stopped their duties entirely. She hoped she didn’t insult them somehow.

She heard the chairs across from shift and move as the mares sat down across from her. She didn’t look up but she could feel their eyes staring at her. Judging her. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. She wasn’t a pony. Maybe this was something ponies should do with ponies and everycreature else should do with each other.

“Yona?” Shimmy called to her, raising her head. The ponies weren’t hurt, angry, or judgemental looking. They just blushed furiously and looked a little nervous. “So you want to have sex?”

Yona nodded.

“Have you had sex before?”

Yona nodded again. It felt like embarrassment finally caught up to her and was freezing her muzzle shut. But the kind faces of her friends gave her courage.

“Well,” the flustered Shimmy continued. “We’re not exactly all that experienced. And we don’t, like, go looking for experiments. But you’re our friend and you came to us. That must have been hard for you.”

Yona nodded. She didn’t think something so exciting could be so hard to ask for. It was only a question after all.

“We’ve never actually done anything. Well, except each other,” Lighthoof admitted looking redder than her partner, “but I think we could try it if it’s, like, totally okay with you. What kind of experiment were you hoping to do?”

“Have sex with mare.” It was the only experiment she could think of. Yona wasn’t the type to think of anything elaborate.

“Oh that’s all?” cried Shimmy a little more certain. “That’s not too hard. We both know how to have sex. Which of us did you want?”

Yona froze in shock. She didn’t think about which of them she wanted more. They both seemed so similar. Yona looked at each of them. “Yona find you both equally attractive.”

The pair giggled nervously. “Thanks, Yona. But neither of us is going to be mad or upset if you choose the other,” Shimmy assured the uncertain yak. Lighthoof nodded in agreement.

Yona looked at each of them wondering which she might prefer. Lighthoof was less outgoing. Yona liked that. She felt safer with a pony that was shyer and less boisterous.

“Lighthoof,” Yona said and watched her potential lover redden considerably. Yona couldn’t help but blush back.

“I told you you had fans, Lighthoof,” declared Shimmy triumphantly. “Even our, like, good friend came all the way here to totally have sex with you.”

“Thanks.” Lighthoof was still very red but a more determined look came over her. “So uh, Yona you said you’ve never been with a mare before right? But do you know what kind of things you like? I mean, like, what gets you off?”

“Get off? Like the chair?”

“No, not standing up. Like what makes you cum?”

“Yona came to have sex.”

“No orgasm.”

“What orgasm?”

“It’s when you reach that happy place and kind of, like, explode in glee. It feels totally awesome.” The thought of it caused Lighthoof to glow. “Like I can totally get off when my clit is sucked but you can try just placing your tongue in if you don’t feel comfortable.”

“Yona don’t know. Yona never ‘get off.’”

Both of the mare’s faces dropped. “Like ever?” Shimmy asked in disbelief.

“No.”

“But you said you had sex before right?” The head cheerleader cried in shock.

“Yes but Yona barely feel Sandbar. He finish so fast Yona barely get anywhere.” Yona was starting to wonder if she got tricked in some way. The way the ponies reacted to her tale made her feel like she missed something big.

“Don’t worry,” Lighthoof said, placing her hooves on the inexperienced mare’s. “I’ll totally make sure you get off.” She added a wink and bit her lower lip.

It was an expression that turned the excited yak into more of a receptive yak. She felt her lower region warm and her face flush. It had been a long time since Yona had felt that sort of thing,and she knew it would be satisfying.

“This was totally not what I expected to happen today,” Shimmy cried as if she was the one that was getting lucky.

“So, how do you want to do this?” The flirtatious mare looked at the surprisingly timid yak. “Do you want to do, like, a date thing? Or a little romance? We should find something to get you excited down there.”

“Yona doesn’t know. Maybe we just do now?”

“Right here? On this table?! Well, that sounds pretty bold and exciting,” Lighthoof agreed.

“Wait! I should close the blinds first.” Shimmy ran to the windows and lowered the shades. “We don’t want ponies on the street to get a show. Besides, it would look like we’re totally in a different business.”

“Can I see where you’re at first? Like how wet you are?” Lighthoof stood up and walked seductively up to the shaking yak.

“O-oh, okay.” Yona slowly got off her seat and turned on unstable knees towards the cheerleader.

Lighthoof’s hoof reached out and gently probed Yona's very private place. The yak grit her teeth against the sudden wave of pleasure that raced through her body. She couldn’t make noise. Yaks are strong and noises this quickly would be seen as weak.

“Whoa!” The mare behind her gasped. “You have the biggest pussy I’ve ever seen.”

“Y-yes, and st-stongest. Yaks have the strongest and biggest pussies.”

There was a pause as the mare admired the mighty mound in front of her. Followed by, “Huh. Yona, would you mind if Shimmy takes a look too?”

“N-no. Yona d-doesn’t mind.”

Another set of hoof steps joined Lighthoof’s. Yona closed her eyes. Was it that strange to have a large pleasure pot? She was a typical yak as far as she knew. Of course, she hadn’t ever looked at another yak’s female parts before.

“That’s a lot of vagina,” gasped Shimmy. Yona felt another hoof gently stroke the outside edge of her. The waves of delight crashed through her and she stifled herself again.

“Oh, sorry, I won’t touch anymore. Only Lighthoof. It just looks so juicy. And delish.”

“I-it’s ok. Shimmy c-can touch if she wants to.” What was she doing? Why was she letting them both touch her? It was strange letting another mare feel her there, to begin with. But both? Was this what experimenting was about?

Lighthoof pulled Yona from her thoughts and guided her out of the main dining area. The embarrassed yak was led through a hallway and into a back room.

“Yona,” the cheerleader said, looking deep into her eyes. Yona found herself drawn in by those pretty eyes. “I think you're ready. If you want to start here.”

Yona nodded. Things were getting so thrilling so fast that ponish words escaped her. Lighthoof was so close, and her smell was filling Yona’s nose.

“Would you mind if, like, Shimmy joined us?” The question hung in the air like a birthday gift on a balloon or a weight ready to crush the immovable yak. “I mean if you just want me, I don’t mind. I will totally have sex with you right here, right now. But if you want to have her join I’m sure she would enjoy it and so could we. What do you think?”

“Uhh… Yona feel more comfortable with one mare first,” the overwhelmed yak quickly said. She wanted to start. She wanted to try sex with Lighthoof and if Shimmy wanted to have sex then she didn’t mind that either. But both at the same time seemed too new and too much to think about.

“Okay,” Lighthoof said with a sly smile. “I want to do something. Something I will only do for somepony very special. I haven’t even tried this with Shimmy yet. Now, like, sit down.”

Yona sat down on the edge of the pony bed. The springs inside creaked horribly under her weight. Neither she nor Lighthoof noticed. Yona was mesmerized by the dancing mare in front of her.

“Good. Now I’m going to give you a muzzle dance. I think you’re at a good height. You’re going to love it.” Lighthoof’s hoof lightly brushed along Yona’s jaw. Her eyes were half-closed and Yona felt warm and the slightest tickle as the hoof left her chin.

Then the blue pony turned, displaying her natural rhythm with her tail. It swished as she swayed back and forth. Each shift brought her haunches closer and closer to Yona’s face. The tail glided lightly over the yak’s long ears.

Lighthoof looked back at her target with a telltale smile. She knew exactly what she was doing. Yona was helpless as those pom pom-covered flanks swayed by her muzzle. Then she caught a glimpse. It was a soft, wet, tight-lipped pussy. Then the tail sheepishly hid it again.

“Now, no tasting… yet.” The mare snickered as she rubbed one of her haunches along Yona’s muzzle. It was soft despite the earth pony’s physique. They were plump and gentle. The flanks danced to the other side of Yona’s face. That doughy cheek brushed along the yak’s jawline.

The dancer then swung her rear end prominently along Yona's muzzle. The yak’s nose was filled with the luscious scent of fresh grass. It was brought to her by dark blue puffy lips. They brushed along Yona’s mouth making her fight the urge to taste their bounty.

Finally, the pony stopped leaning her nature-scented opening right in front of Yona’s face. She pulled on a flank and the deep blue flower opened to bright pink. “Like what you see, Yona?”

“Uh-huh!”

“Are you ready for this? Are you dripping yet?”

Yona finally noticed her own wetness leaking from between her folds. It seeped into the cheerleader’s bed. “Yona’s sorry. Yona made mess on bed.”

Lighthoof turned and faced her. “It’s what I wanted. You need to be excited to cum. Now I bet you’re a lot more sensitive. Lie back.”

The yak laid down on her back. She felt the heat coming from her parts and her smell reached her nose. It wasn’t a lovely pony smell. It was a yak smell. Earthy and damp. Yona closed her eyes and tried not to think of how Lighthoof would react.

“Okay. Here, let me get some socks. I don’t want to, like, hurt you with my hooves.”

Socks? Yona heard about these mysterious socks but didn’t understand their purpose. Like many things she had chalked them up to being a “pony thing.” Was this their true use?

All Yona’s thoughts were scattered as the wool-covered hoof pressed into her. She shook as it traced the outer edge of her marehood.

“Such a pretty pussy,” cooed her new lover. “It smells like coffee. I can’t wait to, like, taste it.”

“Mmmm.” Yona couldn’t hold it in anymore. It felt so good. The yak’s cave began to grab the softened hoof. The suction it produced began to draw in the wool-covered appendage. Yona let out a gasp as the hoof entered her slick sinkhole.

“OMP! You can, like, take my entire hoof!” The amazed unicorn stared in wonder. The hoof continued until the Yak could feel the soggy sock press in places Yona never knew were there.

“Ohh… oh… uhh…” Her hooves began to paw at the air. “Li-Lighthoof. Yona… feels so good.”

“I’m glad. You're going to feel even better soon.”

“B-better?” The young yak couldn’t fathom things feeling better. Yet with each thrust, Yona’s gaping maw swallowed more and more hoof. She wanted more. She wanted Lighthoof’s hoof deeper. She wanted to be filled with glorious sock.

“Ready… I have to taste this beautiful vag. Especially this gorgeous clit.”

“Yona’s what?”

The pony plunged her hoof deeper in and reached her head down. Yona felt something warm. It was like a suction cup wrapping around the most sensitive area the yak had ever felt.

“Waaah! Yona-Yona can barely think!”

Her hooves wrapped around the cheerleader’s head as she began to thrust. The wet warm pony tongue began to circle the rock-hard bulge. Then the mound was gently pulled into that soft blue muzzle.

“Mmm. This clit is, like, so yummy,” the muzzle purred. Yona blushed. She wasn’t as proud of her area. It smelled funny. It was weird and sometimes sticky fluid leaked out.

The embarrassment fled as a wave of heat and excitement ran up her back. She felt her fur fluff out in a line from Lighthoof’s tongue to her reddening face. Something was happening. Yona didn’t know what but the pressure was growing. She could feel it from the fuzzy hoof inside her and the soft tongue licking her.

“Yona… feels… huh… good.” The words didn’t do it justice. Yona felt better than good. She was panting and arching her broad back. She wanted to grab something but didn’t want to smother the cheerleader between her hind legs.

“That’s good,” the velvet muzzle said from around her bulging mound. “Just let me know when you’re, like, going to cum.”

“Y-Yona is already… huff… here.” The confused yak found a pillow on Lighthoof’s bed to grab.

“Orgasm,”Lighthoof reminded the writhing recipient.

“Oh… yes… ahh. Yona… oooh… remember!” Yona could feel the pressure building. Sweat was pouring from her face like liquid lust. Her breaths were ragged pants of need. Her body wanted to explode. She didn’t know if that was good or not. She just wanted Lighthoof to keep going.

Her lover drew the yak’s hut into her mouth again and started sucking on it. Yona couldn’t hold back her need. She tried to grab the ponies head as she thrust onto that hoof. Each thrust was stronger than the next. It was coming. Yona felt it. It was almost there.

“Yona.. Y-Yona… cums!” It was the best she could manage before the event occurred. Yona felt all her muscles squeeze as things flowed from her onto Lighthoof’s sock.

“I knew I could help,” cheered the pony. “Hooray, Yona! You just came for the first time!”

“Yona… huff, huff… came.” The yak had collapsed on her back on the bed whilst Lighthoof continued to lick. It sent tingles and giggles all through her body. “Yona… experiment…”

“Oh, it’s not over yet,” the coy cheerleader told her between licks. “To really experiment you have to get me off too. I mean, like, give me an orgasm.”

Lighthoof laid next to her huffing charge. Yona looked at her in wonder and awe. Then bit her lip and looked away. The cheerleader scooched closer and held the larger lover in her forehooves.

“It’s okay,” cooed the pony. “You’re new. I’ll talk you through it, okay?”

“What… if… Yona… not best,” the heaving pile of matted fur breathily worried.

“Awww, you’re so sweet.” Lighthoof began to pet Yona’s body fur. It was thick and coarser than her own. She decided to try something and hoped the yak would be receptive.

The pony nuzzled her face closer to the short-haired muzzle. She licked her lips nervously. Her forehooves slowly turned the horned head of her bedmate until Yona’s brown doe eyes were staring into hers. She smiled a nice friendly smile and giggled the happiest giggle to ever reach yak ears.

Then Lighthoof’s lips reached out and found the thick lips they were seeking. Yona never knew pony lips could feel this good. She wondered if it was what magic felt like. Like the thrill of the first time Yona was strong enough to smash her first log.

Something changed in the yak’s body. She didn’t feel as tired. A new surge of energy propelled Yona to press her lips to Lighthoof’s again. And again.

The pony was more than receptive. She began to kiss Yona’s neck. It was amazing. The free feeling of light. Yona struck back planting similar impassioned kisses along the light blue neck. Lighthoof timed the kisses, reached out, and grabbed the large leathery yak ear.

“Huh! That feel good!” Yona started to kiss in different places. She slowly kissed her way down the cheerleader’s chest heading towards the exciting place.

“Ooh… ahh… that’s it.” The pony began to press on Yona’s horns, directing the naive yak to the area of promise. “This feels great. Now you don’t have to … mmm… worry about getting me wet. I already…ooo… ready am. “

“Lighthoof wet? Is Yona too sweaty or kissing too much?” The kissing stopped as Yona looked at her partner.

“No, my pussy’s wet. It’s ready for you to play with it.”

The yak turned bright red. She looked at the dripping slit inches from her mouth. She was supposed to lick it, or so she thought.

“Uhh is Yona supposed to use her hoof now or tongue or—“

“No! No hoof. Sorry, but your hooves look really sharp. Your tongue would be nice, though.” Lighthoof readjusted herself so that her legs were spread much wider for her lover’s head. “You just have to, like, tease it a bit. You know, lick around it first before you put it in okay?”

Yona nodded and allowed her partner to guide her head with her horns. The cheerleader’s glistening vagina had opened for her and winked. The yak’s tongue slowly stretched out and slid along its edges. The flavor was like fresh morning dew.

“Ooh… yeah… like that.”

The tongue tried to trace the edges but because its size kept falling towards the moist center. Yona felt a small bump that caused the cheerleader to pull her horns in closer.

“Th-that was my clit. If… if you stay there or l-lick it more it feels really good.” The hooves redirected her head back to that spot. “Try f-finding it again.”

Yona slid her tongue back over the edge and felt the bump again. It almost felt bigger than before. The dew flowed stronger over the large tongue. It wasn’t something she was used to but wasn’t distasteful. Her horns were pulled closer.

“Ahh! Yona! Th-that’s it! St-stay right there!” The cheerleader was writhing, pressing her pussy closer to Yona’s face. The tongue lapped at the swollen bulb while the rest of the vagina flowed like a river.

“Please… st-stick it in!”

‘Mmmm?”

“Your- your tongue. Stick it in me! Please!” The vagina opened and closed in need. Yona could barely lift her head with Lighthoof pulling on her horns. She tentatively pushed her tongue into the pulsating slit. It was like trying to lick the bottom of a jar. The sides of the jar kept squeezing inward. It was full of morning dew. Each squeeze brought a fresh serving of warm grass-flavored water.

“It’s so big. Oh my princess! Oh my princess! I’m-I’m almost there! Don’t stop!” The pony thrusted on the yak’s mighty tongue. Yona felt her jaw get sore and her tongue go numb. “I’m cumming!”

Lighthoof convulsed and flopped on the bed. There was no explosion. No triumph scream. She just collapsed and panted.

“Lighthoof? Did… did you finish?” Yona looked at the deflated cheerleader.

“Yes. That was… like… amazing.” The pony slowly lifted her head. She was glowing like a holy yak did after the last thing had been smashed at Snilldar Fest. She grabbed Yona’s head and kissed her deeply once again.

“Yona happy you ‘got off.’” The massive lover lay on the bed next to her sweating and panting companion. She pulled her pony close and felt that warmth she longed for in the night when Ponyville’s cold winds blew through her window.

“I didn’t know you wanted to snuggle after,” the little pony said with a bright red face. She shifted to a more comfortable position and allowed the long fur to drape over her.

“Is not good? Lighthoof look comfy.”

“It’s fine. Really nice, actually. But, like, some ponies when they are just messing around like this don’t feel comfortable. Well, or so I’ve heard.” Lighthoof looked at the hooves that held her tight and sighed. “This is my first time with anypony else other than Shimmy.”

“Yona liked it! Lighthoof felt good down there. Did Yona feel good too?”

“Oh yeah. I’ve never had anything that big in there before. Well, nothing alive. Maybe… we could try again another time if you don’t mind.” The cheerleader buried her face into Yona’s fur. “Maybe with Shimmy too?”

“Sure. You make Yona feel good. Yona happy to do it again and help Shimmy too.” A bright red blush lit Yona’s cheeks. Two ponies at the same time. That was twice the experiments. She was sure her friends would be proud of her. But she wasn’t fully comfortable with the idea just yet. Something about it made her feel dirty somehow.

“Are you okay, Yona? You’re, like, glowing.” Lighthoof’s hoof brushed lightly against the brown fuzzy face.

“Yeah…Yona just thinking of her friends. Yona got too excited about experiment and left. Maybe Yona should find them.”

“Oh, of course,” Lighthoof nodded as she began to detangle herself from the strong grasp. “I’m, like, flattered you were so excited to have sex with me.”

Yona was about to correct her but closed her mouth instead. She knew better. Letting ponies feel special was more important than the truth sometimes, and Lighthoof had been the first one she thought of.

“Well, I don’t mind messing around but I’m kind of taken. So we couldn’t, you know, really date or whatever,” the cheerleader looked away.

“It okay. Yona understand. This about fun and trying new things.” The yak lifted her heavy body off the little pony’s bed and stretched out any sore muscles. She wondered if there was a stretch for her jaw.

“Bitchin’. So let me know when you want to go again and I could, like, prepare stuff for us.” The dancer also stretched. She spread her legs into a split position on the floor and bent backward in an impressive arch.

“Mmhmm!” Yona hugged her friend once more and left the room. Shimmy bounced up as soon as she opened the door.

“Sooo, did you have fun?”

Yona noded. The perky cheerleader was close and something felt uncomfortable. “Yeah. Yona sorry you not join. Yona think next time she would like you to. If that okay.”

“Oh, for sure. As long as you and Lighthoof are happy I am happy. We could, like, try the yak dildo we have.”

“Yak dildo?”

“Yeah, we bought it as kind of a joke challenge thing. I thought I could take it. But it’s really big for me. But you might like it though. It comes with a strap-on attachment too.” Shimmy stood on her rear hooves and thrust her pelvis back and forth. “It would be fuuuuun.”

“Yona think about it and let you know.” The yak wasn’t sure about having something like that inserted into her. She thought of Sandbar’s attempt and sighed. Perhaps it would feel better than that.

“Okay. Well, we’ll see you later, alright? And, like, tell your friends about our Café. Just don’t mention the, uh, sex part. I don’t want a cafe sex club.” Shimmy smiled and opened the door as Yona left. It shut behind her with a metal clunk and a click as it locked again. Yona wondered if Shimmy was really as comfortable as she said.