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01/05/12(Thu)15:26 No.32964720>>32964502
"Ah, you *pant* need a book on *gasp* the history and founding of *pant* Ponyville? I think I-- oooh, have one in there like that." Twilight turns around slowly, the massive glut of books stuffed into her intestines making her look like she's ready to deliver triplets. Eventually she's got her anus pointing directly at you, a massive ring of powerful muscle developed through the little training regimen/book sorting method she'd devised. With a lusty groan you can see her wobbling slightly as the books in her gut churn and rearrange. Partly by magic, partly by highly toned internal muscles. Eventually she stops and with an exhausted grunt she exclaims "F-found it!"
You stare in awe as her immense ring swells and begins to part, your book slowly working its way out spine first. She has to stop halfway through, her cunt splattering squirts of lubrication all over the ground as the sensation of the book passing pushes her into orgasm. The rest of the book follows uneventfully, plopping out into your waiting hand. It's warm, but oddly dry and clean. You're not sure you want to ask how that's possible.
"Is there... *pant* anything else you'd like to check out today?" |
