Strauberry - Twilight Sparkle Gets Fucked by Clothing

>You are Twilight Sparkle
>After a long day, you decide to wind down and go to bed
>You begin to walk up the stairs, only to feel a tug at your foot pulling you back
>To your surprise, it’s that long-sleeved dress that you're wore a few days ago
>You’re not sure how it got there, but you’re too tired to care, and you continue to walk up the hard wooden steps
>The dress again pulls on your soft, delicate leg, using one sleeve to pull on you, and the other to to grip the railing on the stairs
>The force of its grip pulls you back, sending you tumbling down the stairs, only for you to find that more articles of clothing have taken up sentience
>Everything from socks to shirts fill your view and begin thoroughly massaging your clitoris
>Your shrieks of help are quickly shrouded by a muddy scarf, which covers your mouth
>Its stench is unbearable, and parts of its end quickly enter your mouth and dance with your tongue
>In your view, you see a tiny red party hat jump up and down in what you can only imagine, unfortunately for you, is excitement.
>The clothes quickly put you in a hunched position at the foot of the staircase, and pin you down, with your stomach facing the cold, wooden floor
>In your view, you can see the red party hat mount you and enter your rectum with a great thrust, causing you agony the likes of which the entire world has never seen
>Your mouth, poon, and anus are being violated by the force of whatever ghostly apparition has controlled these articles of cloth, at least thats what reason you can come up with to explain how these clothes are penetrating you
>Within minutes, you find yourself accustomed to the pain, and your three orifices begin to be engulfed in pleasure
>The continued force of the penetrations caused by clothing bring to a climax, causing you to orgasm with the force of a million suns
>The clothes quickly skitter away like a horde of rats
>You lie awake on the floor for a good few minutes and take in what the fuck just happened, only to give up on these thoughts and enter your bedroom, concluding the strangest night you've ever had