A Tale As Old As Balls: Satirical Erotic Fanfiction Based On Gabrielle-Suzanne de Villeneuve’s Beauty and the Beast
From the ShipwreckSF Archives, March 2017
Hi friends! As mentioned earlier, I’m sharing and promoting my ShipwreckSF stories on Substack while I query agents. For those of you unfamiliar with ShipwreckSF, it was a monthly satirical erotic literary fanfiction competition that took place at the Booksmith in San Francisco. I loved writing for the show and miss it very much. Anyway, the following story was written for the March 2017 show (read aloud by Baruch Porras-Hernandez), which won first place.
Oh, and in case any readers were wondering- Shipwreck writers would be assigned a character, any character, from the book chosen for that month’s show. Sometimes, the producers would assign abstract characters to writers. For this show, I got to write about the magical library, which definitely did not have any dialogue in the book or films (that I know of). Anyway, I hope you enjoy.
The scent of paper and ink — it haunted Belle from the moment she left the library. Sure, she knew what books smelled like before this, but to see and feel and smell so many in one room? It was almost too much for her bibliophile ass. As soon as the Beast was asleep, she raced back to the library and shut the doors.
Books gently tumbled down to greet Belle as the shelves and walls of the library changed shape; the library walls now resembled a smiling face. Belle smiled back as she picked up one of the books now at her feet. Belle’s fingertips brushed against the soft leather binding and traced the title: Les Liaisons Dangereuses.
“Excellent choice, my dear,” the library murmured. The books and shelves started rattling; the desk and reading chair scooted toward the scene. Belle settled into the chair and threw her feet up on the desk, flipping through a few pages. Her eyes widened; the inkwell and quill toppled over as Belle gasped in surprise. “Mon dieu!” she exclaimed. “How absolutely scandalous!” Belle started to close the book, but her fingers began tracing the letters again. She breathed deeply, once more smelling the books, and her body ached for more. The book trembled in her hands; ink started dripping off the pages and into her hands.
“Is it to your liking, Belle?” the library asked.
Twirling her perfect princess ponytail around her fingers, she glanced up at the library’s face. “Well, yes, but…I want more.”
“We can fix that,” the library responded, as a secret passageway suddenly opened. “Hold tight.” Belle clung to the reading chair and was rushed through the passageway.
She shivered in delight as she tried taking in her new surroundings. The room was barely lit, and chains rested against the books and walls. She walked toward the shelves, trying to read the titles. “What...what is this place?”
The chains thumped heartily against the shelves as a cry of joy echoed.
“Welcome to the Restricted Section, Belle,” the library said. “It’s only for advanced readers. Few are worthy enough to enter.” The library paused as another cry rang out. “In fact, I’ve only ever met one other person who has the same appreciation for literature as you.”
Belle moved forward, squinting to read the titles. “Arabian Nights, Fanny Hill… ooh! A whole section on the Marquis de Sade!” The chains quickly wrapped around her wrist as she reached for the books. She threw her head back in ecstasy, the library chuckled, and a moan echoed loudly.
“Given your shared enthusiasm, and that you’re both here right now, I think you should meet,” the library said as the books vibrated. “But it would help if we had some light…” The moaning stopped, and suddenly yelled out: “LUMOS!”
Suddenly, all the lanterns in the Restricted Section were lit. Belle stepped forward to see a woman, chained naked against a bookshelf, ink and sweat dripping down from her brow. Her eyes met with Belle, and they stared at each other in disbelief.
“Belle, this is Hermione Granger, the brightest witch of her age,” the library said. “Hermione, this is Belle. She’s French.”
The two women murmured hello’s as they tried to process the fact that they looked identical. The library chuckled. “I must say, the resemblance is uncanny. And the fact that you share the same literary desires… well, I must be the luckiest library in the world, to have both of you in me right now.” The library exhaled, releasing a wave of book perfume into the room. Both Belle and Hermione shuddered with pleasure.
“Do you like what you see, Belle?” the library asked. “Do you want to be chained, too?”
Belle shook her head. “I told you, I want more! I want to be in charge. I want to have MY way with the books. I want to—” she drew a deep breath. “I want to dominate them!”
Hermione groaned deeply and leaned back against the books, writhing in the chains. A few books behind Hermione popped out and spread their pages, flattening themselves against her breasts and pelvis. A few pages started fluttering back and forth against her clit.
“How novel of you,” the library said as more books started fluttering their pages against Hermione’s and Belle’s legs. Hermione moaned as Belle grabbed a bookmark and made her way to a shelf full of colorful Danielle Steel paperbacks.
The books shuddered erotically as Belle gently ran her fingers down their spines. “Oh, you bad little books. You want me to spank you, don’t you?” The books shook endlessly, their fonts bulging with desire. “Do you want me to leave a mark?”
“Oh yes,” the library murmured.
“Yes! YES!” Hermione cried out.
Belle drew a deep breath, and spanked the paperbacks with the bookmark. Both the library and Hermione cried out in joy. Belle kept spanking the books, and ink started dripping from the pages again. The paperbacks became hardcovers very fast, and the fonts swelled. A page fluttered out from one of the books, reading, “Warning: Contains Calligraphic Content.” Ink continued to splatter onto Belle’s face and hair, and she grabbed a quill as she walked back to Hermione. The two women gazed into each other’s eyes. Hermione nodded, and Belle continued to spank the books as she gently traced the quill against Hermione’s now ink-splattered body.
The library moaned as Hermione’s hips bucked. Belle grinned and spanked the books harder, dragging the quill past Hermione’s belly button. Hermione clenched her chains and cried out, “Swish and flick!” And that’s precisely what Belle did to her clit.
The swollen books started uncontrollably tumbling out of their shelves, ink spurting everywhere. Belle ripped her dress off and strapped on a heavy clothbound book, making sure to carefully wrap the book in protective plastic wrapping. She climbed atop Hermione, looking back at the library walls before Gutenberg pressing the book against her new literary lady friend. The two women began to grind against the book as the library moaned. Pages started flying out and lightly cutting Belle’s and Hermione’s skin. They cried out and licked and sucked each other’s cuts as they continued to thrust against the book. Another wave of book perfume swept across the library and the women started frenetically rubbing their clits against the bookstrap-on, making the plastic wrap crinkle in rhythm. Suddenly, all the books exploded with ink, and Belle and Hermione screamed as they simultaneously climaxed. The pages floated to the floor, fonts twitching in delight everywhere, and the chains loosened from Hermione. She and Belle climbed down and leaned against the shelves, catching their breath and wiping ink and sweat from their eyes.
“Now that’s what I call an epic,” the library said with a smirk. The women rolled their eyes in unison as they gathered their things and walked back to the main library. Belle paused to fix her perfect princess ponytail, and smiled back at the library.
“It’s good to know I’m your type,” she said, winking. “I’ll be back for paginations soon.” The library let out a pleasurable sigh as Belle and Hermione walked out, arm in arm.
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