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// Twilight 
// Story: Strange dreams 
// by wolfbain 
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“You should wake up now.” You stir when you hear that suave yet ominously disturbing male voice. You wake up and find you’re gagged with a blindfold over you eyes. On reflex you try to move but find that you are bound to something flat with what feels like a solid cold metal surface.

“You really should stop squirming, I might do something I will regret.” You shiver slightly when he says this as you realise that you aren’t fully clothed. Undergarments a size or two too small clinging to your shapely, yet sleek, slightly muscle toned feminine body.

“Ruining a figure like yours would be the worst of sins,” he taunted, not even trying to hide the sarcasm in his voice. 

Starting just above your knees, a hand on each leg, he slowly trails his fingers up along the outside of your legs, his thumbs running along the top. His warm, rough and calloused palms glide over your panty-clad hip as he none too gently gropes your behind. You can’t help but let out a muffled whimper and your captor laughs heartily as he continues to venture ever higher.

“Ahahahaha, ahahahaaa!” The malice that dripped from his voice made you shudder with fear. You throw your head from side to side, trying to shake his menacing laugh from your mind as his hands come to a slight pause, teasing over your lower body. Running his fingers along your belly, making trails of moisture through the thin layer of sweat you have recently acquired. Reaching up to your lower ribs, he repeats the process of making thin trails down to your hips. Your leg muscles twitch in response to his strange massage. Your stomach twitches every time his hands run over your body, giving you a strange feeling of comfort. 

“Yes, your parts should do nicely.” He mumbled this gently into your ear as he ran his hands up the sides of your body

“You don’t peg me as much of an athlete, cheerleader maybe.” He seemed to be thinking out loud as he ran his calloused palms and fingers over you, gently massaging your shoulder and arm muscles.

“Yes, you will make a lovely edition to my wall.” That is the last thing you hear as you feel a trail of ice run along your neck. Tasting iron on your tongue, you choke on your own blood slipping slowly but surely into the darkness that is death.


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You awake in a cold sweat, your heart threatening to burst from your chest, holding a purple hoof to your chest to keep yourself contained you look off the bed and see a purple and green dragon still sleeping in his bed. Telling yourself it was just a dream and trying to forget what ever creature you were, you drift off to sleep.