Derpy Saga pt20

>A mysterious number appeared on Brad's phone, but it was not by any means unfamiliar.
>He stared at the screen with a demonic glare.
>He dreaded pressing the green button on the phone; it might as well have been signing a contract with Satan.
>He grabbed his phone and asked the professor if he could use the restroom.
>After getting the permission he stole away into the hallway and answered the phone.

"Hello?"
>"Hello, Brad," a snake hissed on the other end, "It's so nice to hear your voice again."
"I wish I could say the same," The reptile cackled into the speaker.
>"Oh Brad," she said, "Why are you so mean to me? I can make all your problems disappear."
"I've heard that shit before, Tiara. No one ever followed on their promises."
>"But I'm not like them, Brad," her voice jumped an octave, "I can REALLY help you."
"Whatever you say, prissy-pants," he said, "Now why the hell did you call me?"
>"Such language! You should watch your tongue around children, Brad."
"I think I've earned the right to say whatever I please."
>"Oh please," she croaked, "You have no right to anything anymore. Not even your own body. See you at 8 PM tonight."
>Brad's rebuttal was cut-off with a click.

>Her words hung over him like an icy storm cloud. Freezing rain fell on him with every thought that lingered amongst the cloud.
>Although the rain was cold his face was burning hot. He was letting a little girl control him.
>He was powerless to her whims, unable to disagree with her.
>And the worst part was that it was all his fault.
>If he hadn't violated those women, if he hadn't taken their bodies for his own, he never would be in this situation.
>And now here he was, standing in the hallway clutching a phone to his temple.
>He wondered how many women were carrying his children, willing or not. He had lost count, really, of all the gardens he had sown his seed into.
>What was the number? Four? Five? Ten? Was the seed in Octavia's stomach germinating now during her suspension?
>Would Fluttershy be carrying an extra animal around the school? How long until Rainbow Dash was playing football for two?
>He shook the thoughts from his mind. The last thing he wanted to think about was the consequence of his immoral defilement.
>He slipped the phone in his pocket and went back to the orchestra room. The normally silent auditorium was buzzing like a beehive.

>The string section was gossiping, the percussion was mumbling, and the woodwinds were whistling.
>Thanks to the virus of social media, the news of the crashed party spread to every nerve of the student body.
>Hundreds of fabrications were woven across the school, everything from an experiment to a full on meth lab bust.
>Octavia's thread came in many weaves. Feminists spun it as a tale of brutal rape, springing to their phones and tablets to infect the globe with their opinions.
>Other students dictated the scene as her fault because "she shouldn't have gotten drunk".
>Brad despised both of them. Neither of them cared whether Octavia was hurt or whether she would be allowed to perform again.
>All they cared about was the gory details like a Roman crowd thirsty for blood.
>Brad sat through the rest of the day trying not to pummel the never-closing mouths of the gossipers.
>The final bell ordered the students out of the school and Brad sulked to his car.
>He tossed his junk in the back seat and sped off towards his home.
>He passed the marble mansion of his master on his way to his house, dreading the moment he would step inside that night.

>Eight o'clock could not have come faster.
>Brad made sure not to be late lest the devil strike him down where he stood.
>He knocked on the door of the large white house. The intercom beside the door cackled with life.
>"Come in, Brad," she said, "We've been waiting for you."
"I'm sure you have," The door swung open to the familiar velvet foyer of the reptile's cave.
>He walked up the steps to her room, knowing that whatever lied behind the mahogany door had no element of good within it.
>The door creaked as it swung into the lion's den. Perched on two thrones were the two crows that had called for him.
>Gleams of hunger flashed across their eyes as their prey stumbled into their nest.

>"Hello, Brad," the big crow cawed, "Glad you could make it."
"Spare me the introduction, you hags," Brad said, "Tell me why you called me here again. I thought we got all this nonsense sorted out."
>"I tried so HARD, Brad," Tiara whined, "But Daddy won't budge. He'll crack, he always does."
>Silver cackled with her friend. Tiara held up a hand to silence her.
>"He'll come around eventually, Brad, don't worry about that. All he needs is more persuasion."
"And what does all this have to do with me?"
>"You seem very cocky for someone who's head's on the chopping block. Anyway, that persuasion comes at a cost."
"Why do you speak in riddles?" Brad said, "You'd make a horrible business-woman, you know. Just cut to the damn chase."
>"As you wish," she nodded towards Silver who obediently sprung to her feet.

>She went behind the chairs. Brad heard the telltale signs of a struggle.
>Muffled grunts filled his ears. He could have sworn he'd heard them before.
>Silver came from behind the thrones, dragging a thrashing girl by the ankles.
>Brad froze in horror, hoping beyond doubt that his eyes were lying to him.
>Kicking and flailing against her bonds was a tiny girl with burnt orange skin.
>She was completely nude, her tiny breasts poking between two lengths of rope.
>The ropes dug into her flesh like the fangs of a snake. Her violet hair draped across her forehead.
>A black blindfold was stretched across her face and her mouth was covered in a peculiar device.
>It was like a bandana, black and wide, covering all of her face below her nose.
>In the center of the gag was what looked like a drain plug. A tiny chain connected to the middle and ran down below her chin.
>Brad had never seen one but could guess what purpose it served.
>Earmuffs removed the last sense the girl possessed. The outside world meant nothing to her now.
>Scootaloo was tossed carelessly at his feet, just like Applebloom had a few days prior.

"Why am I not surprised?" Brad spat, "You guys expect me to do this TWICE?"
>Tiara nodded with a wicked smile.
>"Go on, what are you waiting for?"
"I won't do it."
>"And why, pray tell, is now different from every other girl?"
"She didn't do anything to--"
>"Neither did Applebloom. Geez Brad, you're starting to sound like a broken record."
"I'm not fucking her!" Brad shouted, a vein throbbing in his temple.
>Tiara cackled like a witch freed from the stake.
>"So let me get this straight," she laughed, "You're fine raping Applejack's little sis, but not Rainbow Dash's?"
>Brad's hand enclosed in a shaking fist.
"Don't you DARE," Brad's voice quivered, "Don't you DARE bring her into this!"
>"What's wrong, Brad?" she cooed, "Why are you so keen to defile Applebloom but not Scootaloo?"
"The circumstances are different, alright?" Brad said.
>"So because you knocked her sister up you don't want to touch her sister?"
"How did you---"
>Tiara giggled in unison with Silver. Brad felt his face turn to stone.
>"I told you, Brad," she said, "I have eyes and ears everywhere. You don't think a small story like the star athlete of Canterlot High being pregnant would slip under my radar? Tell me Brad, do you think it'll be a boy or a girl?"
>Brad's face shook.
"That's none of your business, you bitch," Brad said, "Leave her out of this, and me too!"
>Brad turned on his heel and headed to the door.
>"Come back Brad," she droned, "Leaving would only make things worse for yourself."
"Fuck you. I'm sick of being your pupp-GURK!"

>A sharp pain radiated from a small point in his neck.
>Brad groped for the source of the pain and his hands clasped around a cold glass tube.
>Biting hard on his back teeth he pulled on the tube, his skin popping from the force.
>He looked down at his hand. Resting in his palm was a tiny vial with a blood stained needle.
>A tiny drop of fluid spilled onto his hand. It held like ice burning into his hand.
>He tried to read the lettering on the side but they were blurred beyond comprehension.
>His suddenly like he was on stilts. His feet failed to keep him upright.
>His ankles buckled and he fell face first into the carpet floor.
>He heard the horrible cackles of the crows as his mind slipped into darkness.

>A beam of light shone through the sliver of space between his eyelids.
>Brad tried to shield his eyes from the rays but his limb didn't respond.
>Straining his neck, he looked down to see his wrists tied together with duct tape.
>The adhesive sucked to his skin, the slightest movements pulling the hair from his arm.
>He hollered in pain but found the same sucking fibers clinging to his lips.
>Fearing what he would see, Brad looked down to his ankles and found them bound the same way.
>He wriggled like an earthworm, his limbs forced from leaving the midline of his body.
>He screamed into the tape but only an odd croak escaped through the fibers.
>His terror was amplified by the orange worm wriggling beside him.
>He noticed Scootaloo was tied up differently than before.
>Rather than the hogtie when she was "presented" to him, she was done up in a frogtie.
>Her ankles and wrists were held together with rope with her knees bent as far as they would go.
>Her thighs were taped to her calves at the knees, preventing her from extending them.
>All Brad could see, however, was a tear-stained face pressed against the carpet.
>Her buttocks were high in the air and her arms were parallel with the ground.
>Brad called to her but remembered her artificial deafening.
>When the sounds of her desperate screams echoed in his ears he wished he hadn't been cursed to hear it.
>His eyes widened as the caws of crows shot through the room.
>Their talons sunk into the carpet. They strutted over to the worms writhing in the middle of the room.

>"Good!" one of them croaked, "You're awake!"
>Brad glared at her and responded with a muffled grunt.
>"Sorry about all this Brad," she said, "We don't want you to get away again. And besides, now you can't say no."
>The pair giggled as Brad stretched his bonds to their limit.
>"What are you struggling for?" she hissed, "Don't tell me you don't want her."
>Brad shook his head but was met with a devilish laugh.
>"Don't lie to me," Tiara went behind Scootaloo and ran a finger along her slit.
>Scootaloo cried into the rag. Brad couldn't bear to hear it but couldn't ignore it.
>It sounded just like Rainbow Dash and the cute moans she made.
>Brad felt his groin tighten and blood rush to his legs. But something felt different this time, like something was missing.
>His shaft extended to its full length but he couldn't feel any pressure. He felt a light breeze on his shaft and his fears were realised.
>"Heh, you disgusting perv," Tiara laughed, "I KNEW you were enjoying this!"
"That's not true!" Brad muffled into his gag.
>"You're getting hard from just watching her? I wonder how big you'll get when YOU'RE the one doing the work."
>Tiara grabbed Scootaloo by her hair. The orange girl screamed as she was pulled towards Brad.
>Silver spread his legs at the knees and Tiara dropped Scootaloo into the gap.
>Scootaloo cried, her scalp screaming from the force of Tiara's grasp.
>"Let's get started, shall we?" Tiara said, nodding towards Silver.

>Silver grabbed a tuft of Scootaloo's hair in her hand. Violet bangs spilled out through her fingers.
>She pulled her forward, holding her head just above the tip of Brad's erection.
>Scootaloo shook her head but the movements caused her more pain than it was worth.
>Silver coiled her finger around the tiny chain that was fastened to the gag and pulled.
>The gag came apart like a drain plug. A cylinder fell away and tumbled to the floor.
>Brad stared into the void left by the plug. A bright pink tunnel stared back at him.
>Cave noises groaned from within the abyss. A worm writhed inside the cave as if trying to escape.
>White stalactites and stalagmites grew out of the walls of the cave, sticking out of the ridged walls like horrible parasites.
>The worm thrashed against the enamel rocks like a harpooned whale.
>Brad understood the purpose of the plug as Scootaloo's head was lowered onto his shaft.
>He kicked and writhed in dissent. He couldn't, he WOULDN'T do it. Not to her, not to Rainbow's sister. . .
>Regardless of what he felt, his cock betrayed him and eagerly awaited to enter the moist, hot cave.
>Scootaloo made first contact. Her tongue brushed his tip.
>She gasped, not sure of what she had licked. She had little time to think before Silver forced her to engulf Brad's length.
>A gagged yelp came from the girl as his cock slid along her tongue. She despised the taste and tried to wriggle herself upwards.
>Silver was too strong, however, and held her down on his shaft. His pulsing erection rested in her mouth.
>A sting of pleasure forced itself up Brad's spine. Her burning breath and the dampness of her mouth all too familiar.
>Silver pulled her up by the hair, retracting Brad's length before throwing her back down onto it.
>Brad's mind was assaulted with confliction. It couldn't be happening.
>There he was, tied on the floor, forced to throat-fuck Rainbow's sister.
>For once, he felt as helpless as the woman. He wondered how sick Tiara and Silver must be to get off to this.
>It was obvious neither party wanted it, but to them it didn't matter.
>Tiara's eyes were filled with a lustful vengeance. She had never liked Scootaloo--any of the CMC for that matter--and here she was getting a nice big cock shoved down her tight little throat.
>Scootaloo's tongue cradled his length, coating the bottom with a thin scum.
>Her breath cascaded over his head, sending jolts of sensation rippling through Brad's body.
>He couldn't believe he was saying it, but she felt almost EXACTLY like her sister.

>Scootaloo's thin orange neck bulged from Brad's length. Her cheeks were distended and clung to his member.
>The heat and moisture of her mouth reminded him of countless pussies, and his cock surely felt the same.
>Out of the corner of his eye he noticed a clear liquid dripping from between Tiara's legs.
>Her face was bright red. Her hand dove down to her waist and she sat on the floor with her legs spread apart.
>She moaned as her fingers found her most sacred areas.
>It was an incredibly arousing sight, one that Brad stared at longer than he should have.
>Tiara noticed him watching her but didn't stop. She responded instead with a large smile.
>She took off her panties and scooted close to Brad's face. Her dripping pussy burned inches from his face, but out of his tongue's reach.
>"I bet you want this pussy, don't you, perv?" she cooed, "I bet you want to slip your cock between my lips?"
"So what happened to the cute, no swearing Tiara from before?" Brad thought, "I guess she's different when she's horny."
>Tiara slipped her finger inside her pussy, her lips spreading slightly to accommodate her.
>She moaned loudly--a little too loud--as her finger dug into her tunnel.
>Brad wouldn't admit it openly, but her pussy did look very attractive.
>Thoughts of a future encounter swirled in his head, mingling with the sensations from his cock.
>With a girl masturbating just inches from his face and his cock wrapped in a warm embrace, Brad wasn't sure he could last much longer.
>He felt a well of pleasure just above his spine. He groaned and his body rocked.
>A wicked smile stretched across Tiara's face as she shot a gesture at Silver.
>Silver got the message and pulled Scootaloo off of his shaft. Brad moaned and his cock twitched, but his orgasm never came to completion.
>"Not yet, Brad," Tiara giggled, "We're saving that for later."
>She nodded at Silver again, who grabbed Scootaloo by the hair again.
>"You wait right there," Tiara said, "We're going to have some fun with her."
>Silver dragged Scootaloo over to where Tiara was sitting and laid her on her stomach in front of her.
"Oh! I almost forgot!" Tiara nodded to Silver who went back to the thrones.
>She pulled a menacing looking ring from within the bag between the chairs.
>It was large, blue, and studded with rubber spikes. Brad squirmed as Silver stepped closer.
>Just as Brad feared, Silver slipped the ring onto his throbbing member. Pain ran up his shaft as she forced the ring downwards.

>His cock became engorged as the blood was forced from leaving. It felt painful but the pleasure of a boner still flashed across his body.
>"There," Tiara said, "That'll keep you ready to go for later."
>Brad squirmed in agony and pleasure, unsure of which was stronger.
>"Just relax Brad," she said, "Just enjoy the show."
>With some clever ropework and a bit of tape, Silver made it impossible for Brad to look away or close his eyes from the scene in front of him.
>Tiara sat as she had before, her legs spread for easy access to her pussy. Silver lay on her stomach, her face pressed against Scootaloo's own folds.
>Scootaloo was pressed between them like a vice. Her face was pushed deep into Tiara's pussy, her wails muffled by Tiara's folds.
>Silver pressed her own face into Scootaloo's pussy, licking and suckling every inch of her tender slit.
>The scene soon devolved into moans and squelching sounds. It was one of the most confusing scenes Brad had ever seen.
>His cock pumped vigorously against the ring around its base. The scene of pure lesbian passion flooded the room like a great fog.
>Brad would have given anything to just be able to touch himself. It was torture to watch without getting any pleasure.
>Silver's face became coated with the thin film of lubricant, boiling on her face like a skillet.
>Tiara held Scootaloo's head down between her thighs and was thrusting against her.
>Scootaloo, while getting physical pleasure, was not really cared for.
>Soon Tiara and Scootaloo started to reach her limit, their bodies quivering from the waves of pleasure crashing on the shores of their minds.
>After a few more thrusts, Tiara grabbed Scootaloo's head and forced her down into her pussy.
>Scootaloo moaned as Tiara sprayed her cum inside her mouth.
>Scootaloo's own orgasm reached seconds later, emptying her own body onto Silver's face.
>The orange girl panted through her gag as her body melted from the aftermath.
>Unfortunately, Tiara's wicked smile didn't die, even as her body recovered from her climax.
>She picked up Scootaloo and brought her back to the bound male lying only feet away from her.
>Silver unceremoniously tossed Scootaloo's fragile body on top of Brad's.
>The heat from her climaxed body burned like a flame. Her pussy spilled onto his legs, his cock twitching in delight.

>He felt a tiny pair of fingers pull the ring off of his dick. A surge of pleasure rocked him as the blood flowed back into his body.
>He felt the same fingers curl around his shaft and stroke it. His body spasmed from the touch.
>He'd gone so long begging to pleasure himself that even the lightest stroke sent him reeling.
>Soon the hand gripped his shaft and held it in place. He saw a pair of pink hands grasp Scootaloo's ass and pull her into position.
>Brad gasped as he felt her warm lips press against his tip.
"Wait!" he screamed into his gag. He was lying to his body, but not to his heart.
>"I think it's a little late for that," Tiara hissed. With all her force she shoved Scootaloo's ass downwards.
>Brad nearly screamed as his tender shaft was engulfed with her pussy.
>He expected an ear-piercing scream but only heard a muffled cry. He looked up at Scootaloo to see her gag had been put back in place.
>Her walls twitched from the abrupt entrance, soaking his shaft in reactive lubricant.
>It felt like his cock had been placed in an oven. It burned from all sides and it was marinated in juice.
>His cock had nearly split her tiny body in half, her lips on the verge of tearing at the seams.
>There was a constant scream as Tiara moved her ass up and down on his shaft.
>Brad grunted, the sensations around his shaft multiplied tenfold.
>Her pussy, fresh from an orgasm, felt soft but incredibly tight.
>Her walls sucked against his shaft. Every ridge of her pussy was like a tiny hook holding on to his member.
>Her pussy had begged for a cock the entire night, no matter how badly Scootaloo disagreed.
>His cock banged against his cervix, sending shocks of pain surging up her spine.
>Brad was shocked at how close it resembled Rainbow's pussy. It was a sickening thought, but he didn't have much to think about it anyway.
>Tiara stood up behind the crest of Scootaloo's ass, a twisted smile stretching her face.
>Brad looked over Scootaloo's body to see a large, flesh colored object bounced above the orange valley.
>Tiara grasped Scootaloo's buttocks and pressed the dildo against her dark entrance.

>Scootaloo wailed into her gag as Tiara thrust the strap-on into her ass with no concern over how she felt.
>Tiara moaned in delight as Scootaloo's sphincter nearly tripled in size to take the dildo.
>She soon found a steady rhythm and pounded Scootaloo ferociously.
>Judging by her enthusiasm, Brad figured she had dreams about this moment for a long time.
>And to make matters worse, the sight was astonishing, pushing Brad's orgasm closer by a substantial amount.
>In fact, it felt much closer than it had before. The familiar pit of pleasure bubbled up beneath his cock.
>He groaned into the gag and his body rocked, fighting to keep the sensations from pushing him over the edge.
>He wanted the pleasure to last a lifetime but his orgasm approached like a venomous snake.
>Tiara's eyes went wide as she saw his body thrash around.
>Thinking quickly, she withdrew from Scootaloo's ass and pulled her off of him.
>She flipped Scootaloo onto her back. Her pussy quivered and teetered on the edge of its own climax.
>She and Silver picked up Brad and pushed him on top of Scootaloo, his cock pushing back into her pussy with ease.
>Scootaloo screamed again as Tiara slithered underneath her and thrust the strap-on back inside her rectum.
>Brad didn't even need Tiara to force him to fuck Scootaloo now, his libido swung his hips involuntarily.
>The trio was thrusting and rocking furiously, all of them close to their climaxes.
>Tiara was, surprisingly, the first to let go. Her cum sprayed against Scootaloo's ass, drenching it in a burning heat.
>Scootaloo was the next to cum. Her body shook as she emptied her body onto Brad's shaft.
>The fluid pooled around his shaft and shot onto his groin, the last push for Brad to reach his end.
>His orgasm was short but powerful. Large ropes of semen blasted inside her pussy, coating her walls with a thick white paste.
>His cum pooled at the entrance to her womb, prompting a whimper from Scootaloo.
>His seed collected around his tip. Every pulse felt like he was sealing her fate.
>He wondered if she would end up like her sister, forced to carry his child in her unsown womb.
>He thought of what his cum swimming into her body and finding the closest egg before fertilizing it.
>With a final pump, he retracted his cock, pulling a tiny amount of cum along with it.
>Tiara panted and gestured at Silver. Brad heard footsteps and turned to look at them.
>As he turned his neck to get a look a familiar prick stung him.
"Not again," he grunted as his body went limp and rolled off of Scootaloo.
>The last thing he saw before passing into darkness was Silver positioning Scootaloo for impregnation.
>His cock died away in time with his consciousness.

>He woke up to the low buzz of the crickets outside.
>He looked around to find himself lying in the backseat of his sedan.
>The cold leather gripped his skin. It was warm and stained with sweat.
>He grabbed his head and shook it. It felt like it was in a vice.
>He looked outside the rear window. A lump caught in his throat from the sight.
>Red and blue lights flickered through the window as the sirens rang through the still night air.
>There was a police car, an ambulance, and an EMS truck parked a few feet away from his sedan.
>He looked around in horror, his synapses firing off like dropped rifles.
"Shit! They found me! It's over!"
>Brad started to panic, lashing his body against the frame of the car in a fit.
>A nearby officer heard the pounding and walked over to the bucking sedan. Brad's heart stopped and his lungs crumpled up like discarded wrapping paper.
>The cop opened the door and looked down at the teen.

>"Hey kid, you the rapist?"
"WHAT?!"
>"I said, are you alright?"
"I-I guess so---"
>"Good. We got a call about some blue-haired kid passing in his sedan. The caller sounded concerned."
"Oh I'm sure she did," Brad thought.
>"We're just gonna get the paramedics to check on ya then we'll send ya back home with your parents. Sound alright?"
>Brad nodded. The officer whistled to the paramedics to come to the car.
>After a quick taking of his vitals and a view conscious checks the paramedics cleared him for departure.
>The officer went back to his side and hauled him out of the car.
>"You don't look fit to drive, boy," he said with a thick drawl in his words, "Come on, I'll give you a ride in the cruiser and I'll get my buddy to drive your car home."
>Brad could only hang onto the cop's shoulder as he was sat in the front seat of the cruiser.
>They sped off towards his home, his sedan following close behind.
>The cop tried to make light conversation but Brad wasn't in the mood to talk.
>All he could think about was the day when he would be riding in the cruiser again, only that time, he would be riding in the back seat behind an iron cage.

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