Yona Wants Experiment!

The air felt warm in Ponyville even at night. Yona was used to much colder temperatures, and was still surprised when she saw other ponies still up and about when the sun went down. In her village, the night could easily freeze a yak to death.

She skipped back up towards her little apartment thinking of how light her body felt. She never knew how giddy the whole act could make her. It was like the world was filled with rainbows and joy.

“Yona! There you are!” A cry above her shattered her world of glee and almost sent Yona into a mad dash of fright.

“Wait! Yona! It’s me, Smolder,” the voice changed to a more soothing tone and the yak finally stood still. She was joined as her dragon companion landed. “Where were you? We’ve been looking everywhere.”

“Yona found experiment! She went and visited friends from—“

“Stop! Stop! Don’t tell me! I don’t want to know who you had sex with.” Smolder threw up her claws to defend herself against the mental images that invaded her mind anyway.

“Listen. I’m glad you got what you wanted,” the dragon began once the mental fog cleared. “But you can’t tell anyone else. First, because it’s kind of weird to talk about sex like that with your friends and second because you missed some really big clues back there.”

“Clues? Yona not see clues? Where the clues?”

“The only reason we talked about experimenting at all was so Silverstream could finally bring it up to you. She really wants to try things with you, but she’s been too chicken shit to say it. Something about messing up a friendship or something.”

Smolder sighed with a rush of smoke from her nostrils. She looked in the air and waved. A large bird waved back and turned towards Yona’s home. A claw beckoned Yona to sit down at a nearby bench.

“I know it’s weird to have sex with friends, but it can lead to something great. You already know what it feels like when it doesn’t.” Smolder paused. It was well known that Yona and Sandbar went through a long phase of awkwardness after their relationship fell apart. “But I can tell you it’s wonderful when it does. But, uh, don’t tell Ocellus how great I feel. It’s kind of a dragon thing to not look too happy.”

“You think Silverstream wants to date Yona?!” The yak’s mind nearly froze in place. As it did the rainbows and glee crashed into a wall.

“Well, maybe not yet, but she does want to see what it feels like to have sex with you. She’s been dropping all sorts of hints.” Smolder sighed and placed her head in her claw. “Which you missed completely. There is still time to save this if you want, though.”

“How Yona save it?!” Friendship was important. If Yona was hurting her friend somehow she had to stop it and make it better.

“Only if you want her like that. My suggestion, forget that you ever had sex with anyone else and don’t bring it up. If you want to do that with her then make it all about her. Make her feel like she’s the special friend you want her to be.”

“Yona will!” The strength of her conviction pushed the yak off the bench but as she stood she reddened and hesitated.

“Something wrong?” Smolder hated this whole situation. Everything about it was awkward. The friendship school hadn’t prepared her for friends that wanted to fuck.

“Er, not wrong. Just … Yona scared.”

“It’ll be fine. Just be yourself. Silverstream knows you and still wants to do this with you. You get to choose what you want here.”

“Yona not worried about friendship. Yona worried about… beak.”

“Beak?” The dragon stared at Yona with fixed eyes and a raised eyebrow.

“What if Silverstream want to eat Yona. Beak look sharp. Yona could get hurt down there.” Saying her fear out loud made it more real and froze the yak in place.

Smolder’s face reddened to the shade of her brother’s. She opened her mouth a few times then closed it again. “You know, I have no idea. But you know who does? Silverstream! Ask her! And never talk about this with me again! I don’t want the mental pictures.”

The embarrassed dragon stomped her feet and pointed towards Yona’s home. Her mouth was a thin line and her eyes burned as red as her face.

Yona left in fright. She bounded through the same courtyard and streets she was seen bouncing through before. Small rocks were delightfully smashed in her wake. The ponies in the area gave her a wide berth. To the charging yak, they just became a blur.

The little door to her apartment was in sight and it looked like she was going to ram through it. Just before she reached it, a form appeared in front of her, quickly resolving into her little changeling friend.

The yak skidded across the cobblestone street. She swerved to avoid the little bug and landed in a nearby bush. Yona hated this bush. It wasn’t the first time she got stuck in it. She thrashed with her horns but it had the same effect as last time. None.

“Oh, Yona,” Ocellus cried. “Are you hurt? Sorry to scare you like that, I just didn’t want you to run into your door. Here, let me help you.”

Large claws gripped the yak’s large posterior and hoisted her out. Yona spun around but Ocellus had already returned to her true form.

“Thank you. Sorry for almost smashing you. Yona has to go see Silverstream. Do you know if she still here?” Yona brushed the small twigs and needles out of her coat.

Ocellus reddened. “Y-yeah. She’s inside. She told us not to come in. I don’t know what she’s up to, but I think it’s for you only.”

Yona nodded. “Yona ready. But not know what to say. What should—“ She stopped when she noticed the embarrassed changeling had already fled the scene. Whatever was beyond that door, Ocellus wanted no part of it.

A shaky hoof slowly pushed open the door. It was dark inside. Yona couldn’t see much, but she knew her apartment pretty well. Her large hooves moved like tiny cat paws as she entered. She shut the door behind her, adding more darkness to the barely-lit room. The small apartment didn’t give her much room to hide, but she felt she needed to creep anyway.

She peered around the corner of her entranceway into her living room. The first thing her eyes found was a candle. It was sitting in the middle of the room casting its orange-yellow glow over everything.

The white burning beacon helped Yona’s eyes adjust, and soon she made out a figure sitting on her couch. Actually, it wasn’t sitting, Yona concluded, it was more draped over her couch.

Silverstream appeared as the yak’s eyes adjusted further. She was laying on her barrel with her flanks elevated. The hippogriff’s eyes were half-closed and she had her forelegs crossed like a cat.

“Silverstream?” Yona’s voice was barely a whisper. Anything too loud could destroy the atmosphere of the scene before her. It was so fragile, and yet strong.
“Yona,” Silverstream purred. “I know you missed what I was hoping for. So I thought I would ditch the subtlety and be direct. I want you. Sexually.”

Yona flinched. It was a little jarring hearing her friend’s desire for her so openly. She nodded and her cheeks added light to the candle’s glow. She moved closer. The look Silverstream gave was enough to get her excitement flowing again.

“So, uh… you want to? I mean it’s okay if you don’t, we can still be friends and all. It might get a little awkward, of course, but me and Gallus and you and Sandbar got through it—“

“Yes,” Yona said a lot louder than she meant. The affirmation bounced around the room and cut off the hippogriff’s rambling.

“Really?” Silverstream sat up, nearly ruining the effect she was having. Then she remembered what she was doing and leaned forward again. “So,” she purred once more. “You want to enjoy this body? I think you’ll have fun.”

Yona could do nothing but plop on the floor in front of the couch. She was still nervous and knew it wouldn’t be long before her friend felt it.

Silverstream rolled playfully onto her side. Yona could only catch a glimpse of the glistening lips between her legs. Then she closed them abruptly. “So just to make it clear, you’re completely comfortable having sex with me?”

“Uhh…” Yona couldn’t lie. She knew she shouldn’t lie to a friend. She tried to put the fear from her mind, but Silverstream’s beak clacked as she talked. She couldn’t not notice.

“What’s wrong?” This time the hippogriff sat fully up. That glistening part didn’t make any appearance.

“Uhhh…” Yona didn’t know how to say it. How do you tell a friend you’re scared of their anatomy? There was no class on that.

“Is it the friendship thing? Or… is it my beak?”

Yona reddened further. Silverstream could read her thoughts. Maybe she could think of something nicer.

“It’s okay, Yona,” her friend said softly but using her regular voice. “I know my beak and talons are sharp. It can scare some creatures. Gallus wouldn’t let my beak near his cock and said he wanted a blow job. It kind of split us up. Well, not just that, but it was a factor. I even offered to try it in the tub as a sea pony but he was afraid it would be too cramped. Look, I have gloves for my talons and I have a pretty long tongue. But if you’re that nervous I have a beak sock. It’s kind of like a beak warmer but it’s more durable. I’m kind of nervous about your hooves too.”

“Yona not use hooves. Just tongue if Silverstream wants.” She let out a sigh of relief. Silverstream had already thought of a way to protect her. If only Yona could find a way to dull her pointed hooves.

“Oh, I thought we could use the back of the hoof. It doesn’t look sharp there. Is uh that ok?” Silverstream put the glove she mentioned on a claw and wiggled her fingers to secure it. “Now could you lay on the couch for me?”

Silverstream looked so alluring that the yak wanted to do all the things she’d learned that day and more. She knew her tongue made others happy. All she had to do was put it in there.

Yona moved fast. Too fast. She bounded excitedly onto the couch. The seductive hippogriff let out an “Eep!” and took off into the air. Yona landed face-first into the cushion that held her friend moments ago. She could still smell the excitement. “Sorry,” she groaned from the cushion.

“Yeah, I know you’re excited but that was a bit fast. Hey, I have an idea. Roll on your back.”

Silverstream remained in the air as the yak shifted as instructed. Then she gently landed on top of her over-eager partner.

“This will feel good and I won’t use my tongue. This time.” She giggled. A giggle that promised so much more than Yona had imagined. “Okay, are you uh… excited enough?”

“Yona’s very excited.” The yak lifted her head and smiled at the hippogriff on her barrel. Her excitement pushed her to kiss the scary beak. It kissed back with passion. It wasn’t nearly as sharp as Yona was afraid of. The tongue that slid out of it was so soft. It was like a warm, smooth tube that wrapped hers.

Silverstream shifted up and Yona felt something hit by her hind leg. Confused, she shifted her leg and was rewarded with a greater explosion of heat and moisture.

“Ooo! Yeah. That’s me,” her mate blushed and admitted. “Now let’s see how you’re doing, okay?”

The soft gloved hand slowly slid down Yona’s barrel and traced the inner thigh. The yak bit her lip to keep from crying too loud. Then she felt a fuzzy finger trace the outside of her lower lips. It was excruciating and exciting. More than anything she wanted that feeling to both increase and stop.

“Oh Yona, you’re so soft and warm and wet,” cooed Silver Steam. “I’m really wet. This will work great!” She clapped her gloved hands together.

“What you mean?” Yona cocked her head at the grinning feathered friend.

Silverstream closed her mouth and shook her head. She shifted off of the bulky thigh and placed her furry slit on the large yak clit.

“Just spread your hind legs a little,” she whispered. Yona did and that wet, warmth increased. It was a shock wave of pleasure that caused her pussy to wink. It caused the yak to wrap Silverstream tight in her hooves. The hippogriff countered with the same move.

“S-Silver S-Stream.” Yona felt the warmth gathering much faster than before. “This feels so good.”

Their hips rocked into each other. Yona’s bulging mountain brushed the smaller juicy hill. Yona’s flanks were pressed into the couch and she could feel a river of excitement running over her tail from both of them.

Silverstream’s face was flushed and her gloved claws pulled at the yak’s shaggy fur. “Y-Yona… I th-think I'm cl-close…”

“Yona t-too.”

Yona’s nerves burned with an unquenching fire. They sang a crescendo and held at the near zenith. Her teeth ground against one another as another wave of pleasure caused her body to arch. The class at her back dug deep and touched her bare skin.

“Y-Yona going to.. to…” Yona’s sentence was cut off as the body shifted to a pressure free-fall. She was barely aware of her surroundings.

“I-I forgot… to wa-wa… Wa. Waaaaaaa-squawk!” screamed her feathery lover. Yona felt a small intense shower on her pussy and tail. Silverstream collapsed on her chest, huffing and red-faced. She immediately wrapped her hands over her face and buried her head.

“Silver…Stream… you okay?” wheezed the collapsed yak.

“I’m… sorry,” she whispered and gasped for breath. “I… I… squirt… when I … cum.”

“It… fine. Yona… like it.” It was better than Lighthoof. At least Yona knew when her friend finished.

The experience was intense. She never thought about rubbing on each other like that. The position allowed her to connect with her new lover in a much more intimate way.

It was strange. She had always felt close to Silverstream but this was different. She felt she just witnessed something extremely private. But equally had exposed her most vulnerable spots as well. It was a new way to experience their friendship.

“So,” Silverstream said, finally regaining her breath, “That was, uh, fun.. Right?”

“Yona felt good. But it weird. Yona never see Silverstream like that. It not bad. Just… different.” The yak never let go of her friend on her barrel. The hippogriff buried her head into its soft fur.

“Is… is it something you want to continue?” There was an edge on the hippogriff’s voice. It barely made it out of the buried fur. Luckily Yona had large ears and could easily make it out.

“Yes. Yona like Silverstream. It just take time to get used to hippogriff things.”

There was a sigh of relief as Silverstream settled on her lover’s chest and the two held each other through the night.