YaneUra

One step
Two step
Three step
Four step

Measure the extent of a
Dizzying descent
Down the
Yoni Staircase

Alcove, hidden between the towering shelves, a space, a ledge, carved wide enough for two bodies to rest, to lean, to collapse into one another. The wood, held its breath, watching, waiting, shaking with anticipation.

A moan, Celestia pressed her hoof down below, towards the Yoni Staircase her hoof moved, with Twilight below her, mouth agape and eyes closed, foreheads touched, breaths mingling, each exhalation stealing the other, leaving them light-headed, trembling, heart racing, Celestia's hooves found Twilight's waist, tentative at first, then firmer, pulling her closer until the space between them was gone, until their bodies pressed together and their mouthes into one, perfect.

Their movements slow, exploratory, hooves tracing paths along the multicolored fur that touched between them, mapping the contours of each other with the reverence of cartographers. But the slowness gave way to something hotter, an urgency that burned, which demanded a fast release. Celestia's lips found Twilight's, a glob of spit as she dominated the submissive, licking and deepening, hot, quickening into gasps.

Celestia shifted, her thighs pressing against Twilight's, her body arching into her, her ass moving with a rhythm that was instinctual, awakening a deep familiar want to mate, her hips rolling, pressing, grinding, sending shockwaves through them, nerves alight, bodies alive, only heat, as Twilight's hooves found Celestia's thighs, grazing her hooves upwards, and holding onto her buttocks, pulling closer, through the fur their skin touched, motion, friction.

Sweat beaded on their messy manes and fur, glistening in the light that filtered through which casted down and made them glow high windows, the heat grew from the entrance of the suns warmth, radiating outward, together in perfect sync, each thrust, each roll, a visitation in the hay, each press drawing them closer, deeper, until there was only them, their bodies, their breaths, their gasps, their moans. Pure delight, ecstasy sprung.

Celestia moved her hoof, to the entrance of the Yoni Staircase and plunged her hoof inside, forcing her cunt open, as she dipped it in, Twilight's eyes rolled upward, catching glimpses in the shadows of the eyelids of light spilling inward, the blurring of shapes, in this unity. Their movements grew faster, more desperate, their breaths turning to pants, steam rising so faintly from this cocoon of warmth, of fire, Celestia moaned, her hoof exploring her cavity as its walls clamped down on it, bracing her hoof, coating it in a musk so thick, a scent of honey.

The pleasure was sharper, bordered on pain, pain that fed the fire, shuddering, melting, scent of sweat, a faint haze, bodies entwined, limbs tangled, cobwebs, only this.

Only me.

Put just one hoof
On the staircase

A tick, tick, tock.

Where are you?
Are you hiding from me?
Are you still looking for things that no-pony else can see?

Where are you?
Are you in some place that we cannot reach?
Are you bathing in moonlight or drowned on the beach?

Where are you?

Each of us lies bleeding
Our rivers intermingling

I'll wrap my last kiss in a bandage
I'll wrap my last kiss in a bandage
I'll wrap my last kiss in a bandage
I'll wrap my last kiss in a bandage