The Rise of Passion

Sandbar shook with terror. Or was it joy? He couldn't tell. It was something difficult to explain, of that he was sure.

"Are you sure you're alright, Sandbar?" asked Yona, shifting her bag around. "You look like you're uncomfortable with me being here."

He shook his head, unable to form words.

"Maybe I should go..."

"No!"

His sudden outburst caused Yona to jump. Seeing her mild distress, he pushed his mane back with his hoof and took a deep breath.

"You don't need to leave. I'm not angry that you're here, Yona. I'm not against having you here; I want you to stay. I'm just nervous, is all."

Yona smiled and stepped up next to him. "It's okay. We're all a bit shocked by all of this. Between you and me, I'm not super into all of this stuff. I just don't want to be left behind, you know?"

He nodded. "I'm sorry to have dragged you into this. I should have kept my big mouth shut."

"No, you just did what you thought was right. You didn't know. And if this assignment from Trixie is going to keep making you nervous, I'll not force you to do it. Hug?"

They shared a hug and then sat down, leaning against Sandbar's desk. "It's not that I don't want to do it. I really do. As long as the conversation stays between you and me, I've..." he trailed off, reaching up and scratching the back of his neck.

"Go on," ushered Yona. "I promise not to judge."

He blushed. "I've had feelings for you and Gallus in particular for a long time."

A long, awkward silence followed. Yona was surprised, to say the least. She drew her hoof up to her lips and tried to stifle a chuckle, but it turned into laughter before too long. Sandbar turned away, hurt, but she pulled him back, embracing him.

"I'm sorry for laughing. I was afraid that I was going to make it worse for you, but this is way better!"

"How is this way better?"

She giggled as she climbed up into his bed. "I thought you and Gallus were already an item. In fact, seeing the two of you together made me very jealous. I liked you, Sandbar. But for the longest time, I thought you didn't like me the same way. The main reason I was against doing this was to avoid splitting you two up. Now, I'm thinking of something else."

Sandbar looked up at her. "What's that?"

"You, on top of me."

"Are you sure? you wouldn't prefer somepony more confident, like Gallus?"

"Gallus, on top of you."

"Wait, wha--"

"You, sandwiched between myself and Gallus, the bed creaking beneath us. What do you say?"

Sandbar couldn't say anything. His jaw had dropped to the ground. He'd considered starting a relationship with Yona. He'd fantasized about Gallus. The idea that he could have them both was too much for him to handle. He was frozen.

Yona giggled. "Come on up, Sandbar. Now that I know you aren't turned off by me, my hangups about this are gone. I didn't want to hurt you, and now I know I won't."

Sandbar climbed up into his bed. "I'm still a little bit nervous. Today was my first time. I've never been with a mare before, let alone a yak as lovely as you."

"You're so sweet. Let's start with just growing a bit more familiar, huh?"

Sandbar nodded.

Yona pushed forward to see his crotch a little bit clearer. "Show me around."

"W-well, uhhh..." He blushed. Having Yona stare so intently, while invigorating, was intimidating. "These are my testicles."

Yona poked at them a bit. "I always thought they were hairier. Is this a normal amount?"

"I guess? I don't make it a habit of closely inspecting other stallions' junk."

"Just Gallus?"

"Just Gallus."

"They're heavier than they look." She bounced them up and down in her hoof, and gave them a sniff. "They smell oddly nice, too."

Sandbar winced and moaned as she dragged her tongue along the underside. "Very salty, but, something else?" She took one into her mouth and ran her tongue all around it, tasting every square centimetre. "A little sour, like sweat. What else?"

"Maybe some kind of earthy flavour? I don't know, I can't taste them."

"Right, let me fix that."

She thrust herself forward, kissing him in a way he had never been before, rubbing her tongue against his. Once the surprise wore off, he reciprocated, rubbing his tongue against the inside of her mouth.

When they separated, she smiled at him, licking her lips. "What do you think?"

"Delicious," he gasped. His head was swimming.

"I mean, that doesn't help narrow it down," snorted Yona.

"Narrow what?" As Sandbar's lucidity returned, he blushed again. "Sorry. I guess I messed that up."

"It's okay. I should have known. You admitted that you liked me, so I guess that wasn't going to work out. Plus, how could you differentiate between the taste of your balls and my mouth? You've never tasted either."

Sandbar slowly nodded. "Do you want to try again?" he asked hopefully.

"Maybe later. What's this thing?"

Sandbar followed her hoof. "That's my penis."

Yona scoffed. "Between your back legs? That's a weird place for it to come out."

"Where does a yak have his?"

Yona circled her hoof on Sandbar's abdomen. "It has to be, so that when he mounts, it's high enough to go in. Here, try it." She tried to stand up, but since it was a high bunk, she hit the ceiling. Instead, she moved to the floor and lifted her tail. "Try to put it in. Because yours is located so far back, it'll be way too low."

Sandbar jumped down and tried to mount her. "Is this the right place?"

"Yeah. See? I told you it was too lo-- Oh!!"

Sandbar pushed his hips forward, plumbing her depths in a way neither of them had ever felt before. Utter bliss washed over them both.

"How-- how did you...?" Yona looked back as Sandbar began to thrust, a goofy look on his face. He may not have been attached in the same place as a yak, but his longer back legs gave him the extra height he needed to align himself.

While she did have the ability to kick him away, she didn't even feel like complaining about his stopping her from studying. He felt too good. She'd seen her own fair share of dirty magazines, and Sandbar outclassed the yaks she'd seen before. He may have been attached lower, but the extra length and girth were well worth it.