“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!”
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.
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.
