[PART 14]
>>>THREAD
https://boards.4channel.org/mlp/thread/34955216#p34977396

>Twilight felt herself drift from sleep, something had pulled her from her slumber
>She wasn't sure what had woken her but it was far to early to be herself waking up normally
>The sun wasn't even out from what she could see, her room was completely pitch black
>Her eyes strained to get a view on her room, something felt off
>Slowly her eyes adjusted to the lacking light
>Everything seemed in order, maybe it was nothing
>Then she spotted it, her door was wide open
>She wasn't sure why but something felt wrong about it, the hallway almost seemed to not exist with how dark it was
>It felt like something was watching her, stalking her from beyond the darkness of the hallway
>Twilight tried to lift herself out of bed to get a better look, but the growing paranoia of being watched kept her locked in place, the fear of being spotted almost petrifying her
>Her breathing slowed, she became completely still
>Her eyes locked on the door
>She didn't know what was out there but she was sure it was something
>As she watched the door, her worst fear came to be real
>A green hand stretched through the doorway, gripping the wall as it pulled the rest of itself in
>The man had found her
>She tried to scream but the moment she did the man almost leapt from the door way to her bed, forcing her into the same choke hold she'd been in the night she'd encountered him
>His weight pinned her to the bed and rendered her immobile, his hand forcing shut her airway
>She felt his hand slip between the covers, worming it's way down her pants as it's fingers started to grope and toy with her pussy
>In this whirlwind of fear and violation, something seemed wrong
>The man moved unnaturally, his arms and legs contorting in ways not possible for a human being to do
>His form was like that of a spider as she lay unable to move under him
>It wasn't right, it shouldn't be possible, things like this couldn't exist

>Her eyes darted left and right as she desperately searched for an explanation
>Finally she found it, sitting only a few feet from her
>The alarm clock on her bedside table read 78:99
>Instantly she put everything together, she was still asleep
>She could feel her arms move as she willed them to do so, though she couldn't see it
>Looking back down on herself, she saw the contorted form of the man, it's jaw unhinged and only a few inches from her face
>She could still feel it touching her
>Slowly, she felt it all start to fade
>The man, the dark room, the impossible to view hallway, the strange time on her clock
>Finally she came too, her heart pounding as the experience had caused her adrenaline to kick in
>She sat in bed panting, trying to calm herself
>Her eyes ran to her door, she still couldn't see the hallway but now it was because her door was closed
>Her room was brighter, still dark as it was night but the moon radiated some light into the room
>She sat herself up in bed, thinking about what she'd witnessed
>Had it been some sort of response to her trauma she'd experienced the night she'd been in the computer lab?
>Maybe it was just a one off thing
>Twilight looked herself over, taking stock of how she felt
>Her chest was still sore from the pounding heartbeat she'd been sustaining but that was coming back to normal
>Her arms and legs were covered in goosebumps
>Her body felt chilled, waking up in a cold sweat
>Lastly she put a hand down her pants, the sensation of being groped felt very real, almost on par with the dreams she'd occasionally have about some of the guys from school
>She was slightly disturbed to discover that she indeed felt surprisingly sensitive, her pussy almost buzzing with pleasure as her fingers ran down her lips
>She could feel something there but she drew her hand out to be sure
>on her fingers was a layer of discharge, her body had indeed reacted positively to the stimulation she'd felt in her waking nightmare

>Twilight felt confused 
>Almost every moment of what she'd experienced had been pure terror, yet her body seemed like it had no complaints
>She thought back to the night with the man once more, how he'd made her cum in direct opposition to her will
>Twilight had to be sure, she again slid her hand down the bottoms of her PJs and ran her fingers along her pussy
>Again it sparked with sensitivity, this time even stronger than before
>She was enjoying this
>The thought sickened her
>Her shame wasn't enough to cause her to stop though
>Again she rubbed herself, her fingers drawing out a quiet moan as the went down
>Maybe it would do her some good to find some release, she'd not touched herself since that night anyways, maybe this was all just a manifestation of sexual frustration
>Every time she'd go to relieve herself she'd end up thinking about that man and what he'd done, the memory of her experience causing her to put it off for longer
>Now though, it didn't matter
>She'd not gotten off all week, a sharp change from her regular schedule
>No matter what she thought of, Twilight was getting off then and there
>She had no intention of waking up again to another bout of sleep paralysis
>It felt great to finally get off again, her fingers doing the job she'd most loved them for
>The time she'd spent away from her needs had only furthered her sensitivity
>She felt her fingers glide up and down her wet pussy in a circle, gently flicking her clit as they reached the top
>This was what she needed
>Her urges started to take over her movements, her fingers circled more aggressively as she moaned more and more from the sensation
>Twilight couldn't hold herself back anymore, she held her middle and ring finger together over her sopping hole
>With almost divine intent, she plunged her fingers between her walls, her hips jolting back as she was penetrated
>Her mind wandered as she began to play with herself, fingering her neglected hole

>She thought back to that night, how she'd struggled to no avail
>How his strong arms had pinned her against the desk, how his tight grip had forced her lungs to starve
>Twilight could almost feel his forcefulness against her
>She thought back to how sore she'd felt after, having to clean the dust and cum from her glasses after they bounced from her face and under the table, only to be leaked on when she tried to stand
>Maybe she should have just let him have his way
>It would have felt nicer and far less life threatening
>Twilight pictured the man slamming her harder and harder, taking what he wanted no matter what she said or did
>Her fingers felt amazing, stroking her in the way only she knew how to
>She felt amazing, but something seemed missing
>Thinking over what she was overlooking from that night, she suddenly realized
>She was still breathing fine
>Twilight knew she'd never be strong enough to coke herself out properly
>Instead she resigned herself to try something else
>As she toyed with herself, she started to hold her breath
>She could feel her lungs start to beg for air, a desire she rejected
>The feeling of craving air started to get to her, her lungs starting to fight against her will to hold her breath
>Her chest tried harder and harder to draw in air, she fought harder and harder to deny it
>She could feel her pussy start to quiver, her hips start to shake
>Almost as if in response to the denial of oxygen, her body was capitulating to her demand
>Harder she stroked inside, worming her fingers around like mad as she drew closer and closer
>Harder her lungs fought to get the air she needed
>She was starting to see stars
>Then it hit
>Like nothing she'd ever done to herself before, she came
>She gasped loudly as her lungs tore in the air around her, having to cover he mouth to not moan loudly as she could finally speak once more
>Her hips shook violently as she felt herself cum all over her hand, her sticky juice lining the inside of her PJs

>Her head felt almost numb, her vision grew blurry, her panting grew labored
>Her whole body felt a sense of warmth rush over it as she felt unbelievably comfortable
>She sat laying in her sexual mess for a few minutes as she rode the blissful wave of her afterglow, the dopamine released in her head refusing to fade for an exceptional amount of time
>Finally she came down, her crotch cold and wet and her pants sticky
>She pulled herself out of bed, dropping her pants on the floor from her waist
>After a quick trip to the washroom and a late night shower, she returned to her room in nothing more than a housecoat
>Climbing into bed, she felt as warm as she did before, her still damp skin warming against the soft fabric of her housecoat and her sheets
>Satisfied with her attempt to satiate her needs, she let her head fall into the pillow
>Slowly she drifted off to sleep once more, comfortable and warm, only barely able to remember what spurred her desire to get off in the first place