A Nose Stuck in a Book

by moviemaster8510

Rating: mature
Tags: Human, Twilight Sparkle, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Other, Porn, Sex, Fetish, Random, Discord, Slice of Life
Length: 7881

A young man finds a book in his bedroom that claims to be a pony from another world. Apparently, she finds that she has needs in this new form.

Brennan decided to peruse through his bookshelf for the first time in forever, and he finds an odd lavender-colored book that he’s never seen before. Upon pulling it out, he “wakes” the book up, startling them both. He learns that the book is (or at least, used to be) an alicorn from a far off world named Twilight Sparkle, and that she’s been stuck on Brennan’s world as a book due to the mischief of something she names Discord.

As Brennan handles her, trying to make sense of it all, Twilight finds herself quite accustomed to his touch in her new form. Ever the curious and adventurous mare, she asks Brennan to help satisfy her in a way she never knew she needed to be before...

A spiritual sequel to There's an Applejack in my Closet by CrypticMetaphor

Warnings - Animate inanimate, fingering/fisting a sentient book, eating out a sentient book, penetrating a sentient book, you know, stuff one does on an average Thursday afternoon.

Published 2019-08-31 03:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-08-31 03:00:01 UTC

When the Pages Stick Together

Brennan slowly dragged his thumb across the spines of the books sitting inside his bookshelf, wondering to himself how much grey powder the tip of his finger would gather halfway through the first row. There was no real need to read Harry Potter; the movies already existed, and he couldn’t be bothered to spend an entire summer on a series whose story he already knew inside and out. His worn, oft-read copy of Watchmen also tantalized, but only slightly. He could read that in an entire sitting if he wanted to, and he still wanted somewhat of a challenge.

Brennan could swear that he’d looked through this same collection every summer, browsing through the same exact books in their exact same placement with the exact same level of sheer disinterest. Surely their had to be something in here could read, but as he reached the next row down, he realized he’d likely have to contemplate a trip back to his local library to sift through even more books he couldn’t care less about even picking up.

That’s when his finger stopped, almost as if his hand acted on its own accord and pressed the digit against a book he was certain he’s never seen before. It was a pristine, dustless lavender colored book with a long magenta star etched onto the center of the spine. Something about the sensation of the book on his finger felt odd, and he moved entire hand over it. Brennan gasped to feel a layer of fuzz against his palm, similar to that of a dog or a horse, except strangely silkier. Taking his hand off, Brennan looked even closer at the spine staring back at him. There was absolutely no text or anything upon it save for the star.

Was this something that my grandma gave to me for Christmas or my birthday or something? he thought. The hell even is this?

Brennan gently squeezed his thumb and fingers in between the two books sandwiching this new one in until he could get a good grip. Pulling the book out, the covers running against the other books’ covers muffled out a tired groan. As he prepared to handle it in his other hand, he heard a strange, feminine gasp fill the air from in front of him, making him dart his eyes there, only to find nothing as expected. Looking down at the front cover, there was again no text to reveal the books title or its author.

However, what he did find was even more shocking. Looking up at him, physically and actively staring at him with large, cartoony eyes was the image of a lavender-colored unicorn’s head with a humanly-styled purple mane. Brennan sat staring back in frozen horror until the head’s eyes blinked once more, as if they couldn’t believe what they were seeing. Brendan reflexively gasped through his teeth biting his lip, the pony’s actions all the confirmation that he needed that this phantom book he was holding in his very hands was indeed very much alive. The sudden sharp sound frightened her into yelping, and with the very impossible scream of this book-pony ringing in his ears, he himself cried in terror before tossing the book to the floor and swinging himself onto his bed. With the entire front of his body clinging to the surface, Brennan peered over the edge to observe from a distance, now confused to see a look of pain and sadness now etched over the unicorn’s face.

“Ow,” she whined, “why did you throw me?”

“How are you talking?! That’s what I want to know!” he quickly screamed back.

“If I tell you, will you also stop yelling?!”

Justin pulled himself further off the edge of his mattress and studied the pony’s face upon the book a little closer now. With the head turning to look at him far more noticeably than any movement he registered before, he began to slowly come to terms that his eyes were not simply playing tricks on him.

With the tension in the room having eased considerably, Brennan softly whispered, “Yeah,” while nodding his head in trembling fashion.

The pony frowned with sympathy. “Please, you shouldn’t need to be afraid… sir… ah, sorry, what is your name? What even are you?”

“I’m…” Brennan quickly stuffed the fact that he was making conversation with a living talking horse-book in the back of his thoughts, “Brennan? Brennan the… human?”

She nodded, glad to be getting somewhere quicker than expected. “Brennan, yes, hello. My name is Twilight Sparkle. And before you ask, no, I’m not a book. At least, I’m certainly not supposed to be.”

Brennan couldn’t help himself and gulped before replying. “Taking a wild guess here? You’re supposed to be some kind of… unicorn?”

Twilight’s eyes widened and blinked a couple of times, genuinely caught off guard. “…That’s actually a very close guess. I… wouldn’t by chance have my face on the cover of… well, myself, do I?” The nature of her question brought a slight giggle out of her.

“…Yyyeah… I suppose you’d want to take a look?”

“…Hmm, I suppose I could.”

Brennan continued to lie on his bed, staring at Twilight as she looked back up to him, waiting for him to make the action she figured he’d make by now.

Twilight pouted impatiently. “Sorry, I can’t really move at all in this form, and I’ll need a little help.”

“S– Sorry!” Brennan began to ease his feet onto the floor. “I wasn’t sure if you’d even like me picking you up like some object, even though you… kinda are.”

“I don’t really have much choice in the matter,” Twilight sighed, “but yes, you have my consent to pick me up.”

“Oh… Okay, well…” Brennan walked over to Twilight, his eyes not once leaving hers or even so much as blinking.

Now standing over the book, he looked down at her a few awkward moments before squatting down and slowly reaching his left hand toward the spine, still hesitant to even make contact with it.

Twilight grimaced with impatience, her expression going completely unnoticed by the creature towering over her. “It’s okay, Brennan, books can’t bite, especially this one.”

With a sharp exhale of decision, Brennan scooped his fingers underneath Twilight’s cover and lifted while holding her from the other side. As gingerly as he could, he slowly turned her so the back cover was now facing him and the front was now held in front of a mirror hanging above his dresser. Twilight’s mouth slowly went agape to see just what she had been turned into. While she had a good idea this is how she’d ultimately look, it was still jarring to see her strange suspicions confirmed.

As she began to get slowly used to her new look, a new sensation began to come to the front of her mind. With Brennan’s thumbs firmly prodding the back of the cover to keep her held up, it suddenly occurred to her that she could feel them like she would if they were against her pony shoulders. It was strange enough that she’d have any kind sense of touch in this new form, but for the touch to feel so distinctly hard against her body which, judging by the feeling in her “back,” felt taut with anxiety, Twilight was more alarmed by how… relaxing his thumbs felt there?

“Do… you need more time? Or…” Brennan’s words slurred with uncertainty.

Twilght jolted out of her trance, the head on the cover shaking itself back awake. “I’m sorry, yes. I’ve seen what I needed to see.”

Brennan flipped the book over to face Twilight again, the tips of his other four fingers now supporting where his thumbs had just been. Twilight’s lips hung open as she softly breathed in and out through her mouth. The sharp poke of Brennan’s thumbs was now much softer and more spread out behind her, and it was a most pleasant transition that she couldn’t seem to ignore.

“Uh, Twilight?” His midly concerned query went completely unheard. “Twilight, are you okay?”

“I… yeah. I’m fine.” Twilight’s head nodded half-heartedly. “Sorry, it’s just… I’ve never been a book before. I’ve been inside a book, yes, but never actually was one, so it’s a kind of a whole new experience for me.”

“You’ve… been inside a book?”

“If you like, you can set me down on the bed and we can talk about it.”

Suddenly, the opportunity that Brennan realized he hadn’t thought to take up was finally coming into view for him. “Yeah, actually, there’s a lot I’d like to talk with you about.”

Twilight nodded, the tone of his voice clearly indicating a long explanation on her part… but perhaps…

“I understand. And if it’s alright with you, I’d like to know a couple things about you too, Brennan, if that’s okay?”

“Uhuh, but you first.”

“Of course.”

Setting Twilight on his covers, he began to climb onto his bed and sit in a cross-legged position. The sensation of lying on a blanket was far from alien to Twilight, at least, compared to being handled by this odd creature’s digits, and she was quickly able to put it in the back of her mind as Brennan finished getting himself comfortable.

“Alright, so, I got your name, so, what are… or, you said something about being a unicorn, or close to one. In any case, how did you end up on my bookshelf?”

“Well, okay, let’s see here…” Twilight looked down and off to the sides, clearly trying to find the most delicate wording.

“Listen, you’re a talking unicorn-thing that got turned into a talking book and somehow wound up in my bedroom. I’m literally willing to believe anything you tell me at this point!”

Twilight nodded and smiled slightly, happy to have already gained so much trust in a small amount of time. “Alright Brennan, to start things off, I’m not a unicorn, or, at least I haven’t been for a long time now. I’m an alicorn, but, and I’m sorry for turning the tables on you like this, but you seem to know what unicorns are, and yet, you seem surprised by the concept them.”

Brennan made a slight sneer, almost as if he was about to explain the incredibly obvious to her, but it was clear that nothing about this situation would be remotely obvious to him, causing his expression to soften. “Unicorns are mythical creatures in our world. I would say they don’t exist, but… they… I guess they do on your world… which is where?”

Twilight nodded once, realizing she still had the floor. “I come from land called Equestria, which is populated mainly by ponies such as myself. There are four types of ponies: unicorns, pegasi, earth ponies, and alicorns much like myself, though they’re far rarer and are typically royalty where I’m from.”

Brennan blankly nodded, filling in the blanks that he could fill in himself while also registering the existence of creatures he only thought existed in storybooks.

“So, you say that unicorns exist as mythology on your world, and judging from your reactions to all of this, I’m going to guess that magic… also doesn’t exist here?”

Brennan cocked his head, avoiding from shaking it outright. “I mean, magic also exists in concept, but magic here is typically reserved for parlor tricks and illusion. Clearly nothing like what you clearly have. So, I mean, is that why you’re a book? I mean, of course that’s why you’re a book! What am I thinking? Unless of course there’s some completely normal disease or something on your world that turns peo– ponies into books?”

Twilight couldn’t help but giggle, tickled by Brennan’s half-serious joke. “No, it’s indeed magic, though not my own in this case.” Brennan leaned in, ready for Twilight to explain herself. “I was doing some sorting in my library until I came across a book I’m certain I’ve never seen before. I pull it out and open it to take a look, and then all of a sudden, I’m sucked into the pages and find myself on the shelf! I couldn’t move or do anything, and that’s when Discord shows up and and he starts–”

“Sorry, hold up!” Brennan blurted. “I don’t know what a discord is, at least the kind you’re talking about.”

“Right, yes. He’s a creature called a draconequus and he’s extremely proficient in magic. He mostly likes to use his magic to play pranks and cause mischief on my friends and I, but I didn’t think he’d do something like this!”

“To be fair, it is pretty mischievous.”

“Anyways, he comes into my library and says that I need to take a break from reading my books and try being one for a change. Don’t question it, he’s as strange and random as the day is long.”

“Okay?”

“He then pushes me through my bookshelf, and then, I guess I wound up on yours. I honestly have no idea how long I’ve been stuck here, being that I’ve been pretty much asleep since then until you pulled me off your shelf, so hopefully it hasn’t been too long.”

“Oh… sorry about the wait then. Oh, shit! Sorry, you’re not hungry or… thirsty at all are you? I have some carrots in my fridge if you–”

“Thank you for your concern, Brennan, but as a matter of fact, I don’t feel the least bit hungry or thirsty. Guess it’s just one of the many perks of being a book, hehe…”

“Haha, yeah.” Brennan settled down, his head-first dive into guilt quickly averted. “Still though, if it has been long, sorry for making you wait. I… honestly don’t use my bookshelf anymore except for storage. I only happened to find you because I was looking for something to read for my library’s summer reading program.”

At this, Twilight’s face lit up. “That sounds wonderful, Brennan! I’m glad to hear that you’d make such good use of your time that way!”

“Don’t be too excited. I’m really only in it for the prizes they give out. The only time I give my own books the time of day anymore is if I think of reading them for each year’s reading program and by the time I read, like, one or two of them for the umpteenth, I just burn out and stop.”

Twilight’s ears drooped at the disheartening news. “That’s too bad. Do they not have anything good to read at your library?”

Brennan shrugged. “Possibly, but I’m far too unmotivated to spend up to an hour failing to find a book to read that I could use to doing anything else.”

Twilight pursed her lips, unable to let his cynicism get the better of him. “You know what I say? Give it two hours!”

“Pfft, what?”

“Yeah. I mean, sure, if you still can’t find a book, that’ll stink, but think of the number of hours you get to spend reading a book you really, really enjoy if you manage to find one! I really think you just need to give reading another chance! Don’t just see it as a chore to do for some… prize or whatever. You should enjoy what you read, or, at the very least, read something that’ll make winning whatever prize you win all the more worthwhile!”

Brennan couldn’t help but smile at the passion exploding off of Twilight’s expressions as she went on her spiel. Perhaps it was the fact that it was a cute, cartoony pony head egging him on that was doing it, but he couldn’t help but feel more motivated to find a book than he ever had in his life.

Perhaps he could get a little more rise out of her… “I don’t know. I only have my bike, and it’s hot outside…”

“Do you want me to come with you?”

This question genuinely startled Brennan, and with a wide smile that he didn’t mean to make, he blurted out a loud, “What?!”

“I’m sure you have to have some kind of bag you can wear, right? You can put me in it and I’ll coach you all the way there if I have to. Plus, if you’d like…” Twilight bashfully turned away, almost embarrassed to suggest this to this human that she’s only known for a few minutes… “I can help you find something when we get there.”

Brennan chuckled again, completely enamored with how adorable she made herself look asking this. “You’d really do that for me? What if someone find you? What’ll they think?”

“We don’t need to make a spectacle of it. It can just be our little secret.”

At this point, saying no was simply impossible. “Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that. Thanks.”

Brennan’s hand reached over to the front cover of the book and rest this thumb on the outline of Twilight’s face before giving it a gentle, affectionate rub. What amazed him most was to feel the groove of the black outline move with Twilight’s face as it leaned into his skin, clearly appreciating the touch. It suddenly dawned on him that despite her cute, animal appearance and the material on the book matching what her fur must have felt like, she was still as intelligent a creature as he was, and he pulled his hand away, slightly repulsed by what he realized must have been a demeaning gesture.

Twilight looked up at him, sad and disappointed. “Why did you stop?”

“Sorry,” Brennan muttered, his face turning beet-red with embarrassment as he looked away to hide. “I shouldn’t have just touched you like that.”

“It’s perfectly alright, Brennan. Ponies are actually quite physical when showing their affection for one another. If… you wouldn’t mind, actually, could you…”

“You…” Brennan turned back around, the natural color very slowly returning. “Don’t want me to stop? Are you sure?”

“I’m most certainly sure.” Twilight’s face turned away as it pushed her cheek out as far as her illustrated form could, giving him a nice surface for his thumb to run over.

With as inviting as she was, Brennan fully faced her again and began to stroke her face with his thumb, Twilight closing her eyes in bliss as she received his tender touch. As weird as it still felt to him, the expression of pure contentment from Twilight all but motivated him to continue with just as little of a care in the world.

With one of her ears now in full view, he could only wonder if she too would enjoy a brush of it with his fingers. With Twilight’s eyes still closed, Brennan ran his fingernails down the outline of her ear, the hum involuntarily leaving Twilight’s lips signaling that he was doing just fine by her. Just then, the horn on her forehead began to glow like it was about to catch fire. Just as he noticed this change, Brennan was instantly alarmed to feel the front cover push up against his hand, which he yanked back with a sharp inhale. Brennan then watched as the front cover and about three pages lifted themselves up at about a 45-degree angle before gravity closed the book back up.

“Twilight?” Brennan hissed. “What was that?”

Twilight panted, coming down from the sudden spark pleasure she just experienced. “I… wasn’t expecting you to scratch my ears like that. That actually felt really nice!”

“But… your horn began glowing and then you opened yourself up a bit too!”

“Yeah, well, you see, it’s actually quite common for unicorns to be magically charged when engaging in… Oh, how do I say this?”

As Twilight continued to search for the most proper word, Brennan felt a little light-weighted as his hairs stood on end, her moan and the opening of herself starting to make more sense than he could imagine.

“Did… I arouse you?” he asked.

Now it was Twilight’s turn to blush. “Ehehe… sorry.”

“No, please, don’t be sorry! I didn’t mean to, I–”

“Brennan, please, I’d like you to stop apologizing. If I objected to it in any way, I would have told you. I…”

Twilight stopped herself, and Brennan could already tell from what she said and where she stopped that she had clearly said a little too much. And now, he began to think he knew a little too much.

“Are… you aroused… by me?”

“…It’s…” Despite her purple fur, it now seemed to turn into a hot shade of red. “It’s not simply you… When you picked me up off the floor, I… actually really liked you holding me with your hoov– I mean, fingers. And then when you were petting me… I’ve never felt anything like that before… especially as a book, and… I suppose it’s no use mincing words anymore, it actually excites me a lot, and…”

With the “and” hanging like it was, Brennan began to feel an imaginary weight on his shoulders. “And?”

“…I want you to continue touching me.” Brennan could not even say anything anymore, and with an exhausted huff, his mouth hung open. “Okay, I’m sorry. I know that’s coming on very strongly, but… oh, Celestia…”

“Just spit it out! You’re already come out this far!”

“Okay, look, I’m not sure what ponies are like on your world, or if you have ponies on our world–”

“We do–”

“But we periodically get kind of… frisky?”

Brennan shook his head as he hugged his legs to his chest. “Uhuh, it’s called “being in heat,” I know how that–”

“That’s exactly it! And look, I’ve never really found the time to look for another stallion to help satisfy me when the time comes, and I do what I can on my own, but… I’m just about due, and… honestly, you and me as this… book couldn’t have happened at a better time. Just please, if you can do me this one teens… favor, I’d be so, so grateful!”

It was hard to ignore the desperation in Twilight’s voice, and with the nagging implication that Twilight was stuck on his world for whoever knew how long, Brennan’s sympathy was very quickly eating away at his otherwise better nature.

“Look,” he sputtered, “I don’t want to do anything weird… er than pleasuring a talking book.”

“I won’t expect you to. I can’t imagine that it’ll really be too weird on your end, but if you start getting uncomfortable, I’ll completely understand if you want to stop, but just… Can you just start scratching my ears again and we’ll see where it goes from there?”

It seemed like an invitation into a rabbit hole he felt he was smart enough to not fall into, but a scratching of the ears did not sound too outlandish. “Alright, let’s go.”

“Eee! Goody!”

Brennan huffed, the book-pony’s excitement outmatching his by a metric ton. Regardless, he dragged the nail of his index finger along the groove of the outline of Twilight’s ear, Twilight’s lips trembling as she exhaled, the weight melting off her shoulders with the silkiness of warm butter. Much like before Twilight’s horn began to glow on its own, and Brennan felt the front cover pushing against his force.

That’s when the sudden curious thought came to him: he had no idea what she looked like on the inside. In most cases, it would be rude to peek through someone else’s books without their consent, and it seemed this could not be truer when this certain someone was a book. However, Twilight appeared to be opening herself to him regardless, and a small peak wouldn’t hurt.

Careful not to stop scratching Twilight as charged, Brennan switched to his left finger and let a little pressure off the front cover as it lifted itself up and exposed the first pages as they rose upwards with the cover. Looking in with as much light as the lamp his room would allow, Brennan frowned with mild disappointment to find that the pages were completely bank. However, as the next page lifted itself up, another curiosity was nagging at him: what did they even feel like? If the cover is like the exterior of her body, than what about the pages? Would it be like feeling her innards?

“Brennan?” Lost in his morbid thoughts, Brennan realized the front cover fell away from him as Twilight’s drive died out. “What’s going on? Is this too much?”

“Twilight,” he asked, “when you… ‘opened’ up just then, what did that feel like? Or, I should say, what would that feel like if you were a pony? Am I even making sense?”

“I think so? I mean, I haven’t felt anypony scratching my ‘itch’ so to speak before, and it makes my… or I should say, the book equivalent to my loins feel kind of achy so I… gave them a little space.”

“Loins… so, that was you spreading your ‘legs?’” He responded with air-quotes.

“I guess so, if I had to describe the closest feeling to that.”

And to think that Brennan actually thought about just going in and molesting a book like that…

Come to think of it, he wondered, would touching her pages be akin to massaging her…?

At that moment, Brennan began to feel a whole lot more comfortable with the situation. Taking a deep breath he reached for the bottom of the book, Twilight seeming to notice this.

“Are you alright?” Twilight asked. “You want to keep going?”

“Twilight…” Brennan was more than happy to harmlessly feel some book pages if it meant getting Twilight off better, but he was always a gentleman first. “You wouldn’t mind if I… opened you up and…”

Twilight drew a long, quiet gasp. “Oh yes, of course! That sounds like a great idea!”

“Yeah, I mean, it’s just like… reading a book!” he blurted with an awkward, self-assuring giggle.

“Yep! So just stay calm, Brennan.”

Brennan let out a long, silent breath as he reached for the bottom of the book. With part of his thumb against the cover and the rest of it pressed against the bottoms of the pages, Twilight let in a sharp breath, a sweet spot either hit or nearly found within her. This couldn’t have been made more clear as the center pages began to push apart from each other at the spine, a cold sweat forming on Brennan’s brow and a flush of red filling his cheeks.

Though it felt like nothing about this magical book should have surprised Brennan at this point, something stopped him dead in his tracks yet again. The pages felt exceptionally warm on his thumb as if the book had its own natural body heat. With the center of the book begging to be opened to, Brennan felt obliged to honor its request as he wedged his thumb into the gap, the surface of the nail and bottom running against both pages at once.

“Gyah!” Brennan felt the sudden urge to pull free from the gap at the sound of Twilight’s carnal cry, but despite what he was so obviously doing to her, it oddly still felt alright with him; just like reading a book. “Brennan, YES! Thank you!”

“…No problem?”

Before Brennan could open the book, he needed to the time to study the new sensation of the pages’ surfaces on his thumb. Although the pages indeed looked to be made of paper, they felt smooth and strangely pliable like skin. With the weight of the front half of the book on his thumb, he also felt it sink slightly into the back half of pages like he was pressing down into warm living flesh.

Despite this, this wasn’t the oddest feeling he felt at this moment. The tip of his thumb was pressed up against something round and soft, something that he knew couldn’t have possibly fit inside the book and for it to stay fully closed as it had been this entire time. What’s more, it gently quivered to its touch.

“What are you waiting for!?” Twilight bellowed. “Please open me up already!”

Brennan began to have a really good idea just what he was touching, and with his suspicions in desperate need of confirming, he pinched the front cover and the last page of the first half of the book together and opened it as swiftly as he could without disturbing Twilight. Brennan could not fully open it before he hopped toward the back of his bed with a loud, croaked inhale.

With the book now fully open to him, staring at him from the center between both pages was a supple, winking vulva and plump anus right above it which unmistakably belonged to that of an equine creature. With it’s bright color matching the covers and striking against the pristine white pages on which it sat, Brennan just could not tear his eyes away from the book’s organ.

“Brennan?” Twilight’s voice went slightly muffled against the covers her face laid against. “Is everything alright? Is something written in?”

A short break of silence. “NOPE!”

“What is it then?”

Brennan didn’t answer her. In spite of everything he’s experienced today, this had to be inspected further. There was just no way this could be real. Crawling back up to the book, he pointed his finger out toward its still-flaring marehood. It felt wrong on multiple levels over what he was about to do, but with a bite of his bottom lip, he ran his finger along the right lip from the top down. Twilight let out a breathy shout as the first few pages on the right and left side fluttered out, arousal spiking all throughout her.

“I’m guessing you felt that?” Brennan asked.

“Wait a second” There was an elation rising inside Twilight’s voice that Brennan peculiarly didn’t know whether to dread or delight in. “Is… was that my labia you just touched?”

“I…”

“Oh my gosh! My vagina! Yes! Yes, yes!”

Brennan placed his hands on both pages outside of Twilight’s sex, almost as if he can’t believe what his life has just come to. But with his palms and fingers feeling a now toasty heat driven by Twilight’s mounting lust, he looked back down into Twilight’s organ as it continued to wink at him, still craving far more than a paltry petting.

It was all very strange. In the moments before he… turned Twilight on, he actually began to see her as something of a friend; someone that he’d be happy to have in his life to read with, or even read to. Despite the fact that she was a book… who was actually a magical talking alicorn from another world, he felt immense comfort knowing that he could make a friend in something so impossible as that.

And that brought him right back to the pussy he looked down into. Neither he nor Twilight have known each other, nor about each other, for just a few minutes. Yet, despite that, not only did she see him as much a friend as he saw her, but she trusted and liked him enough to let him pet her, to touch her, and if her twitching vulva was any indicator, make love to her.

“Brennan?” Twilight’s voice, as soft-spoken as it was, suddenly felt like a desperate cry for him in his ears. “Are you–”

Brennan softly squeezed Twilight’s book-pages butt with his fingers, his thumbs kneading and pulling away and stretching the lips of Twilight’s pussy open. Twilight let out a moan that seemed to be mixed with a cry of joy, this man now fully ready to give her everything she needed from him in this moment. With his left hand still parting the left pages, Brennan’s right hand crawled across the other toward her sex. Pulling the right pages out with his wrist, Brenna’s right hand hovered over Twilight’s gaping cunt.

Folding his fingers and tilting his wrist in, Brennan slowly lowered the tips of his fingers down between the folds of her marehood, gracing them with the hot humidity of her insides. He then slowly lifted his wrist off the right pages and gently pushed the left ones back in, allowing her labia to caress his fingers as they continued descending down. By the point his knuckles were kissed by Twilight’s marehood, a nagging voice in Brennan’s head told him that he physically past where the inside of the books spine would be, but Brennan was now beyond caring. With Twilight’s heavy breathing and squeaky yelps of ecstasy filling his room, he knew he was doing right by her, and that was enough for him.

Curling his fingers back to ball his hand up, Twilight’s vaginal walls enveloped his fist, covering it in their moist warmth. Squeezing and loosening his hand as he gently moved it up and down, Twilight panted like a dog as Brennan’s pressure built inside of her. With his free hand, Brennan pinned Twilight down on the pages beside her marehood, feeling as they contracted and relaxed in time with his thrusts.

“Oh!” Twilight’s voice strained as her literal spine shivered with the intense orgasmic rush shooting up. “Sweet! Celestia! Don’t stop!”

As oddly wonderful Twilight’s pussy over his hand felt, he was coming close to wanting to experience this rush right alongside her. Stopping mid-pull inside her, Brennan straightened his fingers and thinned his hand out to allow it to exit, the chill of the outside world now stinging his dripping hand.

“Brennan, what the hay?!” Twilight whined. “I told you to–”

“Sorry, Twilight. I just thought I’d change it up a little.”

With the wetted hand near his face for him to look, it gave off an aroma that Brennan’s nose could not ignore, like a floral, sour-tasting wine. Tapping his tongue to his palm, and licking up halfway to the base of his middle finger, his eyes widened over how potent the flavor was, and how accurately it smelled. Brennan then quickly rolled his hand up in the front of his shirt before pulling it off of him and throwing it to the floor to be put in a hamper later. With his hand dry, Brennan flipped over onto his stomach and rolled onto his chest before resting his chin in the bottom of the fold between pages.

“Hah, oh…” Twilight wasn’t quite sure what Brennan was up to with his smooth shaven face rubbing against her, but settled back into silence upon feeling the fingers of both of his hands parting her “cheeks” once again. “Are you going to do that thing with your hand aga–”

With his tongue out as far as he could go, Brennan laid it over the bottom of Twilight’s swollen lips and onto her clit. Before Twilight could full register what was touching her now, Brennan licked up the slit, unsealing it and keeping it slick with his generous coating of saliva. Twilight screamed through Brennan’s comforter, the insides of the pages going taut before the slowly turned to putty in his grip. Reaching the top corner of her pussy, Brennan sprung his head up and flicked his tongue upward, the tip grazing the bottom of her anus. With her tailhole puckering at the unexpected touch, Twilight couldn’t help but giggle over it.

With Twilight sufficiently lubed up, Brennan rested his face onto Twilight’s lips and ate her out proper. Relaxed sighs and the oft groan filled Brennan’s ears, and such audible approval was just part of what kept him going on. With the source of her scent and flavor deep within her sensual chambers, Brennan filled his nose and throat with it with each breath he took, his dick in his shorts hardening and pressing against the waistband to be let free. As badly as he wanted to satisfy his own sex, he just needed a few more moments with hers.

“Brennan!” Twilight squealed. “That tongue is amazing!”

Brennan pushed his face out, the full weight of his upper body pushing down on the pages and making Twilight yelp. “Oh, you know, nothing like having your nose stuck in a book!”

Twilight giggled intensely, the sound of it juxtaposing with the sight of her winking, sex-starved cunt compelling Brennan to dive his mouth back into it. Twilight cut off her own laughs with a loud scream as her pussy was fully assaulted by the human’s face.

“Uhhmuus duuhh.” Brennan’s muffled voice reverberated inside Twilight.

“Huh…” The vibrations of Brennan’s declaration forced Twilight to stop and take breath.

Brennan pulled his face out, the entire area around his lips sticky with Twilight’s fluids. “Almost done.”

Accumulating as much spit as his mouth could allow in that moment, Brennan let it coat his tongue before painting Twilight’s pussy with it, applying a generous layer on her labia and working it into the crack, lubing her up for his shorts-constricted dick. As he raised himself up to sit on his knees, he lapped up past the upper corner of her marehood and ran his tip along, up, and off the bottom of her anus like a ramp. Brennan giggled as he looked down on her, her butt squeezing in with the unexpected extra love it was given.

With the front cover still pressed down on the bed, Twilight could only feel herself getting shifted about and the sound of a zipper coming undone behind her. “Brennan? What are you doing now? What are you–”

She then stopped herself short upon hearing the distinctive sound of clothes being slid off limbs before being kicked off onto the floor.

“Yep!” Brennan, now naked from the waist down, crawled over Twilight and aimed his hardness directly over her vulva, which twitched even more desperately as if it could sense him. “This is happening now!”

Lowering himself quickly, the head of Brennan’s cock, followed by the rest of the shaft dug its way into Twilight’s pussy. Both of them screamed loud as Twilight’s sex clamped around his as her fluids soaked its delicate skin for the first time.

“You alright down there?” Brennan wheezed. “I’m not smothering–”

“Just shut up and rut me, darn it!” Brennan couldn’t help but snicker loudly at Twilight’s self-censoring.

With a shrug, Brennan did as he was told, pulling his dick slightly out before jabbing it back into Twilight’s tight, satin-smooth insides. His thighs brushed against the firm, muscular curves of the pages, his balls also falling in and getting cradled between them with each new entry.

At this point, Brennan no longer cared that he was making such passionate love to a small horse in book-form. All that mattered was the immense pleasure humming off his waist as he continued to give and receive his love to and from this creature who he came to love in such a short amount of time. With Twilight’s wails just barely muffled by Brennan’s bed, the only thing his brain could and would tell him was to keep going.

However, hearing Twilight’s restricted screams began to unsettle him second by second, and his fervor began to die as a result. With quick thinking, he swung himself up onto his knees and scooped Twilight up by the spine, the sudden movement and change of scenery causing her to yelp in pure shock. With Brennan still firmly inside her, he looked down at her face as it suddenly looked back up to him.

“I just thought I’d get to see how I’m doing is all,” Brennan spoke.

Twilight smirked. “You’re doing just fine, now just finish it! I’m just about to explode here!”

“Yeah. Me too!!”

With equal parts thrusting his waist and pushing the book toward him with his grip firmly on the spine, Brennan plunged into Twilight with even greater force to make Twilight scream in near-orgasmic bliss, the sudden unbridled volume of which made Brennan simultaneously wince and grin wide at once. With each pound inside her, Brennan could now see as Twilight’s face, in complete contrast with her back-half, was lax and soft in pleasure. As she quickly got used to Brennan’s rhythm and energy, Twilight just took it all in, her eyes lazily closed and her mouth hanging open with her tongue just about to come out.

Any features of her engraved horn were also washing out with the intensity of the light coming off of it. As its light reached the parts of Brennan’s hands that rest upon the cover, he could feel her magic’s tingle as it prickled and tingled his fingers and palms. Twilight suddenly began to let in a sharp inhale before going into a series of grunts that grew into shrill whimpers, whines, and cries. With Twilight’s being revving for the oncoming climax, Brennan let every sensation filling his eyes, ears, hands, and manhood lunge him toward a similar sensation.

Finally, Twilight let out a cry as the light of her magic glow completely enveloped the front and back covers along with the spine, jolting Brennan with its enchanted electricity. As he threw his hands off the book, the energy buzzing through his body in that moment supercharged his orgasm, his ass and waist convulsing with all its might as he came inside the book’s pussy.

As his seed continued to eject itself out of him and into her, Brennan was shocked to see as Twilight’s marehood and anus squeeze its way back into the folds between pages before disappearing within. Brennan’s eyes bugged out with the instant sensation of the bases of the pages pressing against his hardness and getting tighter. Brennan pushed down with all his might against the pages, his dick inching its way out before pulling away with a light pop.

Finally, another burst of light flashed underneath the face-down covers along with a poof of a sparkling magenta cloud, followed by the residual lights flowing up through the pages, fluttering them gently upwards before gravity brought them back down. Brennan only half-paid attention to this, keeping still in contemplative and recuperative silence his position as his dick continued to ejaculate and drip semen all over the center pages of the book.

With a pang of disgust, Brennan did his best to wipe the pages clean with his hands, but without a better place to clean them off, he coughed out a sigh and smeared them onto his bare chest under his shirt to soon be cleaned in a much-needed shower. After squeezing as much cum left in his cock into his palm and cleaning it off on his dry belly, Brennan did his best to lift the front half of the book up and check on Twilight without getting her any dirtier. Getting a close look at the front cover, he was greeted only to the motionless, generic smiling face on the head of the pony he just fucked upon it.

Brennan then flipped the book back to its semen-slathered center, and upon running his fingers against the driest parts of the paper, he realized that they were just that: paper. Brennan looked about, almost as if he waited for Twilight to appear as her cute, horsey self, but those wishes were very quickly assuaged.

It seemed that book-Twilight was no more, and he was left with what he could only think to describe in that moment as her “shell.”

Well, Brennan contemplated, I hope she at least made it home…

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“-AAHHHHHH!”

Twilight arched her back with her wings stretched out as she lied upon the hard crystal floor, her juices spilling out of her pussy and all over its surface. Laying off beside her was a book that matched Brennan’s copy to a tee. As her initial orgasm began to dither out, Twilight continued to ride her high as her legs spread open and laid flat upon the floor along with her forelegs and wings. Twilight could swear she could feel newer sensations at this moment, but that could be focused on later. All she wanted to do was just lay right there and just relax–’

*SPLIKCTHTH*

The sound of wet cloth splashed onto the floor, jolting Twilight into curling into a ball. She then suddenly watched as a mop swiveled itself over Twilight’s syrupy mess and cleaned it without leaving a trace. Before she could see who the mop’s handler was, it fully came to her that she was in full control of her original equine body again, looking down at her hooves as she held them up to her face to be sure. Shooting onto her feet, she looked behind her to see her back, wings, and her tail hanging over her still tender ass, all of them hers.

“Oh, you see, you come home and then immediately make a mess of the place!” Twilight jerked her around to face forward, finding the infernal draconequus Discord wearing a full janitor’s uniform as he wrung his mop out in his yellow wheeled bucket of sudsy water. “Worst. Roommate. Ever!”

“Discord!” Twilight barked, marching up to him. “You have some explaining to do!”

With a snap of his lion’s paw’s fingers, the mop, bucket, and uniform disappeared from existence. “Well, let’s see, you and your friends are soon to be the new full-time protectors of Equestria, and like all mares, you and your friends have your… well, needs, and I for one would like my protectors to be sharp as a tack and ready for anything, which I certainly can’t see happening if you’re all pent up and frustrated!”

Twilight frowned, still missing vital information. “…So, what part of that required turning me into a book and sending me to another world?”

With another snap, Discord now wore the outfit of a delivery driver, clipboard and all. “If you could believe it, even interdimensional delivery has shipping and handling restrictions. I figured the book-form met the weight requirements and would be the form most suited to you.”

“I don’t believe you, and that doesn’t’ answer my question about sending me away from Equestria in the first place!”

“Oh, don’t be like that! Where’s your sense of adventure?” Discord disappeared and reappeared in front of her, now on his stomach facing her while wearing girly pajamas. “Now come on, you have to share all the juicy deets!”

Twilight blushed hard enough for her entire face to turn bright red. “I think you know exactly how it went.”

Twilight trotted off to leave the room, Discord floating annoyingly close behind her and continuing to pester her with more knowledge of her escapades.

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Brennan, dressed in a new, clean outfit and equipped with a small backpack, swiped his bike-lock key off his dresser and stuffed it into his pocket on his way out of his room. With his finger on the light switch, he turned around to see the still-lifeless Twilight-book sitting open halfway on his bed to finish drying. With a giggle to himself, he patted his front pocket where he knew his wallet packed with his library card would be.

Flicking down on the switch, he turned the lamp off and left, closing the door behind her. He had no way of knowing if Twilight would be coming back by the time he got home or any time soon, but if she did, he couldn’t wait to show her what book he got.