Darkness curtained the poorly lit streets as a young woman hurried along the concrete, a khaki colored smudge against the grubby bricks of the buildings she passed. A long thrifted trench coat sat comfortingly on her shoulders, while a multicolored scarf was settled around her neck and face to ward off the late autumn chill. She mindlessly followed the same route home, as she did every night, instinctively keeping her head down and eyes sharp. Her neighborhood wasn't a particularly safe one, the streets between the dance club and her small apartment being littered with a mix of homeless drug addicts and other nasty sorts. It seemed to be a fairly quiet night, she thought to herself, as she slid into the door of her building and out of the wind. Trudging up the dirty stairs slowly, feet aching despite having changed into more comfortable shoes, she had lost count of the amount of times she swore and promised herself her next place would be on the ground or she would 'opt out' so to speak. She went through her apartment door and shoved her bag unceremoniously to the floor before dropping her keys in the bowl by the door with a clang. Making quick work of heating up her food made it so that she was sitting comfortably on her couch in no time, shoveling rice and flicking through the scant amount of channels she had access to. She sat there happily for a few hours, enjoying the meaningless programming and the sound of the cars on the street below.
Glancing up some time later, she saw the hour had crept past 3 am. Falling asleep during the wee morning hours was not out of the ordinary for her, and she shut the tv off to head into her room and get ready for bed. She haphazardly tossed off her clothes, crawling under the comforter with a big sigh of content. Pulling out her phone, she plugged it in by her bedside and started scrolling through her instagram feed, posts she wouldn't have had time to see during the day. It was a wave of people she knew posting about various things. Life events and the like. Along with a sprinkling of attractive people she didn't personally know, but followed anyway for the content, it thoroughly kept her attention. A photo popped up from one specific account she followed, a tall handsome guy with piercings and tattoos that she often liked to ogle. This particular posting, she realized, was a photo taken in gray sweats. He was posed sitting on a wide couch, legs man-spread nonchalantly with a large and obvious bulge sat resting over the part of him where thigh mets hips. The girl bit her lip and shamelessly screenshotted it, closing instagram and opening her gallery to get a better look at it. Her clit was happily throbbing away already, her body knowing what was coming next.
Her bedside table had two drawers in it, one of which had several silicone toys, and the other housing simple cosmetics tossed in without any thought to organization. She lovingly referred to them as her day and night drawers, and had plastered them both with stickers indicating as such through the years. She was moving to the bottom one, scooching over to reach for the rabbit style vibrator that served as her favorite. Getting comfortable with the toy and phone in hand, she set about getting her focus material on screen and getting the toy going. Gently at first, she ran it along her already exposed labia before sinking it in shallowly. She pulled it out and repeated the process, leaving the tip of it against her clit to soak in the gentle vibrating. Eventually she felt she had squirmed on the toy enough and with a deep sigh, tucked the toy in nice and deep so that it hit her cervix and the rabbit portion was lined up delightfully snug against where she needed it. Hips bucking, she eyed the photo with a glazed look, her hand nearly faltering when she quickly and harshly rushed up to the edge, over-stimulated and breathy. It was always like that with the toy, it sent her careening at the precipice and wildly tossing her over at the end. The release always left her feeling slightly numb, a sensation she was affectionately accustomed to. Poor girl had long forgotten her days of having a human lover. No longer having a recollection of the way her orgasms would be deep and trembling, rather than shallow and fast, simply serving to scratch an itch at only the surface level.
Biting her lip hard, she closed her eyes and got ready to be sent over, hips pushing forward and tensing, before the delicious vibrating abruptly stopped. It left the ghost of sensation for only a single hushed second, and her legs snapped closed on the toy with her hand still holding it at the angle she needed it. Uselessly, she rocked in it for a few moments before resigning to the loss of her release and pulling the silicone free of herself. It was dewey with her wetness, and in her frustration she tossed it to the ground in a huff, somewhere just by the bed and out of sight. Still throbbing and thoroughly annoyed, she debated about what to do, and ultimately decided to just turn her light off and try her best to sleep it off.
Once it was dark and she was settled under her blanket, true quiet filled the space, not even the normal city sounds were prominent in the room. Her mind wandered as one does, as she became subject to the creeping paralyzing feeling of falling asleep. As a young girl, she was never one to believe in ghouls and frights, or monsters in closets or under beds. Something about it always seemed too fantastic, and she rejected the idea of anything besides humans taking up space in her reality. Which is why, when she heard the slightest bit of scratching under her bed, she automatically broke out in goosebumps at the one word that jumped into her consciousness: Rat. Eyes opening to the nearly unmolested darkness, she reeled it in a bit and corrected herself, thinking it was more likely to be a mouse rather than a rat. It was so gentle and slight that after a moment, she wondered if she had actually heard anything at all.
After what felt likes ages of waiting to hear something else, she was all but ready to forget about it, until she caught the slightly louder and absolutely unmistakable sound of her toy coming back to life, buzzing away happily somewhere against the hardwood. With a huge sleepy sigh, she moved across the bed once more, only to freeze in place when she peeked over the edge. Instead of immediately locating it via the little blue light on the power button, she instead saw the color of the light leaking freely out from under the bed. Baffled, she wondered for a moment how that was even possible, knowing how she had thrown it, and chose to disregard her lack of understanding about the toy's improbable location in favor of just edging down further to get an upside down view of the source of the light. It took her a moment to get down far enough, and her eyes peeked past the edge, briefly adjusting to the light after the simple and all encompassing darkness.
It took a second to register what she was seeing, but eventually the image took hold in her mind, and she heard herself begin to scream as if from a distance. It was a face, partially lit up by the blue light, its cheeks and ears harsh horizontal lines that framed a wide, impish visage. The toy was positioned in its open jaw, encircled by what at first appeared to be a worm, long and purple and plump, slightly textured and bumpy. The thing was grumbling gently, a sound she had not registered past the humming of the vibrations. Only after she pulled away, shooting back against the wall with a shriek, did she register that the thing had its tongue wrapped around the toy.
