Derpy Saga pt6

>The next day was pretty normal.
>Brad went through his classes, trying to listen to his professors but failed to grasp their words.
>The only thing different about that day was a pale white girl sobbing in the cafeteria.
>Rarity was usually talkative and vivacious, eager to help anyone who needed it.
>But today she was withdrawn, almost intangible to the world around her.
>She spent all of lunch crying into a gray wool cap stained from her tears.
>Brad swore he'd seen it before, but soon forgot about it.
>Brad wanted to know what was up, so he decided to ask Twilight.
>On his way out of the cafeteria, however, he spotted a freshly applied poster on the wall with bright coloring.
MUSIC FESTIVAL: Featuring GHS student and symphony cellist Octavia and acclaimed DJ U-MAN! Come see it tonight starting at 8 PM with a remix of the Brandenburg Concerto No. 3! Tickets only $10! Performances will alternate between cello and electronica. Disclaimer: Glowsticks optional.
>Rarity loved baroque music almost as much as Brad did. That would cheer her up.
>Brad caught up with Twilight as the students filed outside at the end of the day.
"Hey, Twi!" he called, "Wait up!"
>"Oh hey, Brad!" she said, "What's up?"
>Brad gave her a quick peck on the cheek.
"Nothing much," he said, "Has Rarity been acting...strange to you?"
>"Now that you mention it," she put her finger to her chin, "She's been very upset today."
"Any idea why? She's never been this sad."
>"I think it has something to do with that Norman kid. They had a thing for each other, you know."
"Really?" Brad was taken aback. He had no idea that Rarity would be so torn up over some kid, especially one as no-name as Norman.
>"I know," she said, "She was very secretive about it; she always admired the way he moved on the dodgeball court."
"Well," Brad started, holding up the flier, "I think I know a way we can cheer her up!"

>Twilight took the flier and read it carefully. Her face lit up the more she read.
>"Brad!" she said, "It's perfect! Rarity loves baroque!"
"I figured," he said, "All of us can go! You, me, and she! Tickets are on me!"
>"Sounds like fun," Twilight smiled, "When will you pick us up?"
"You two hang out at your house, and I'll swing by around 7:15. Sound good?"
>"Works for me!" She gave Brad a large hug, "See you tonight!"
"Wait!" Twilight stopped.
>"Yes?"
"What's Rarity's favorite piece?"
>"Vivaldi's Concerto for Two Cellos in G minor."
"Thanks, Twi," he laughed.
>"No problem," she said as she walked away.
>Brad went back into the school and headed to the band room.
>He hoped to find Octavia to ask her to play that to make Rarity's night.
>He cracked the band room door open, and his eyes went wide at what he saw.
>Vinyl Scratch was packing up her turntable, bent at the hip with her front towards Brad.
>She wasn't technically allowed in the band room, but that didn't stop her from jamming with the band.
>Brad continued to stare at the sight before him.
>He couldn't see her face, but he was stunned by her neon-blue hair which seemed to bounce light into his eyes.
>The most attractive feature Brad could see was visible through the neck of her white shirt.
>Two beautiful white orbs hung below, bobbing as she ruffled through her case.
>Brad had never seen a woman so attractive; not even Twilight could match this beauty.
>He felt himself getting hard, but he looked away from her long enough to return flaccid.
>He opened the door and Vinyl shot up to a standing position, her white shirt pulling up to expose her navel.
"Why do women have to wear shirts too small for them?" Brad thought as he glanced at her white stomach.

>"Eyes up here, Brad." Vinyl cooed.
"Hey, Vinyl, fancy seeing you here."
>"Yeah," she said, "I was helping Octavia pack up a little while ago. What's up?"
"Wait, so Octavia's gone?"
>"Yep, she left about five minutes ago. Why do you need her so badly?"
"I wanted to ask her to play a specific song at the performance tonight for Rarity."
>"Sweet," she flipped her hair and traced it behind her ear, "So you're coming to the performance?"
"Sure am, me, Twilight and Rarity."
>"Radical!" Brad cringed upon hearing it, "I didn't know you liked my kind of music, Brad."
"Yeah," Brad lied, "I always had...a thing...for...electron...nucleus...fusion...stuff."
>Vinyl laughed, "You're so silly. Why are you so nervous?"
"I just thought...I'd never get to meet...the talented DJ so casually."
>"Well here I am," she said, "You're a nicer guy than I thought. Why don't you come backstage with me after my last performance? I'm sure we could...jam." She ran her hair back behind her hair seductively.
"Uh...sure," Brad said stunned, "I'd be happy to."
>"Good," she hissed, "Here's the spare key to the dressing room. Just say "Sidechain" and the bouncers will let you bye. See ya, Brad," she waved as she walked slowly away, giving Brad a clear view of her tiny blue shorts.
>Brad stared at the key. He'd just been given private access to Vinyl, and she was putting him under some sort of spell.
>It was like she hexed him, wanting him, needing him.
>Brad was extremely confused, but one thing in his mind was certain.
>He couldn't WAIT until the performance that night.

>Brad lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling while he waited for 7 PM.
>His mind was torn. She clearly wanted the D, her body language told him that much.
>On the other hand, there was no way she would fuck him during a live show, even if she was backstage.
>As much as his mind played with the idea, his member had its sights clearly fixed.
>Winning an argument against your own cock was difficult, and Brad was losing.
>After hours of thought, Brad decided on a plan that would put his mind to rest.
>He swung his legs around over the bed and walked towards his parents' room.
>Luckily for him they were both working right now, so he had free range across the house.
>The first thing he did was go to his mother's dresser, fiddling in her drawers.
"Where does she keep the blasted-" Brad said before finding his prize.
>A bottle of nail polish remover, a label on the side spelling out the primary ingredient in large letters.
ACETONE
>Brad carried the bottle downstairs and placed it in the sink. Next he went to the laundry room and grabbed a bottle of OxiClean.
>He brought the ingredients to the sink in a measuring cup.
>He mixed the acetone and OxiClean together, where they instantly started to react.
>An hour later after multiple distillations and ice baths, Brad poured the mixture into a water bottle and closed it shut.
>He placed the bottle in the trunk.
>Brad had created a strong amnesiac/nauseatic, simply known as chloroform.
>After checking the bottle was sealed tightly, Brad started the car and headed toward's Twilight's house.

>The show was off the chain, so to speak.
>The performances alternated between Octavia's cello solos and Vinyl's impressive disk-jockeying.
>Whenever one performer would be solo, the other one would freshen up in the back.
>The most enjoyable parts of the night were when Octavia and Vinyl would perform a tag-team remix, such as their cut of the Little Fugue.
>Rarity was ecstatic whenever Octavia started a piece and never stopped smiling until it was over.
>It was around 11 o'clock when the final performances were announced.
>Vinyl grabbed the microphone after her performance to set up the final act of the night.
>"Alright, we're almost done here everyone," the crowd groaned, "But we have one last cello piece. This was a special request from a friend to cheer up a nice gal," The crowd sighed in response.
>"Pleased to present, our final act of the night, OCTAVIA, with her solo rendition of VIVALDI'S CELLO CONCERTO IN G MINOR."
>The crowd started to clap, but one member of the crowd was practically screaming as she jumped out of her shoes.
>"AAAAAAAAAAH! I LOVE THAT PIECE!" Rarity cried.
>Twilight looked over to Brad.
>"Thanks," she whispered.
"No problem," Brad said before looking back onto the stage.
>Vinyl stared right at him, motioning her hand and mouthing "Come on!"
>Brad moved through the crowd, said the password to the guards and ended up at her dressing room.
>There he took the key out of his pocket and stepped inside.
>Vinyl was sitting at her mirror when she saw Brad in the reflection.
>"Hey!" she said, spinning in her chair, wearing the same clothes as she did on stage, that is to say very little.
>Brad couldn't help himself. He stared at her perky tits, defying gravity as they were held by the rhinestone bra.
>Her shorts weren't much bigger than panties would have been, but Vinyl seemed perfectly fine with showing off so much skin.

>"So," she said, "Did you enjoy the show?"
"Oh god yes," said Brad, "It was amazing. You sure know what you're doing out there."
>"Well they don't pay me 2 grand a performance for nothing you know."
>She laughed and played with her hair again.
>Brad couldn't handle much more of this.
"Hey, Vinyl," he said, "Do you mind if I go out to my car? I need to fetch something."
>"Sure thing, Brad," she said, "We got all the time in the world."
>Brad quickly left the back door and ran to his car, searching for that bottle.
>He found it thankfully uncapped and ran back inside, discreetly holding the bottle to his side.
>When he went in the dressing room Vinyl looked at him oddly.
>"You know there was a water fountain  right outside the door, right?"
"Um...no," Brad lied, "I didn't see it."
>"So, can we talk now?"
"Well, actually Vinyl," Brad said, hearing the cello grow ever louder in the background, "I noticed you were sweating out there. I got the water to cool you off."
>"Oh thanks," Vinyl reached for the bottle but Brad pulled it away.
"No no no, I just thought you looked kinda hot. I mean...you looked like you were in heat...I mean..."
>Vinyl was laughing her ass off.
"Look," he said slowly, "Can I just wipe the sweat of your brow?"
>"I don't see why not," she said.
"Okay, just lean your head back."
>Vinyl obeyed, but then Brad noticed a tall bottle behind her.
"Is that...wine?"
>Vinyl jolted up, and looked behind her.
>"I suppose it is," she said, "That reminds me."
>She took out wineglass and poured herself a few ounces.
"Vinyl!"
>"Oh don't be such a narc," she said, "It cools me down after a show."
"Fine, can you just please tilt your head back."

>Vinyl obliged and leaned her head back.
"Close your eyes too, I don't want any water running into those eyes of yours."
>She smiled as she shut her eyes tight.
>Brad tipped the bottle into a cloth rag and walked behind Vinyl.
>Just a few more minutes and he would have her all to himself.
>The concerto in the background was reaching the climax; he only had about ten minutes.
>He sat down behind her and caressed her neck before setting the rag on her forehead.
>She moaned lightly as the cold of the rag washed through her.
>Brad began slowly moving his hand down, hovering just above her right arm.
>The next moment happened in a blur as Brad made his move.
>The rag shot over Vinyl's mouth, her eyes going wide as she realized what was happening to her.
>Brad grabbed her arms and held them behind her as she thrashed.
>Brad held her tight and she fought back until she started to slip away.
>She began to writhe less, moving her body in smaller and smaller jerks as the chloroform coursed through her blood.
>Her heart beat slower as her eyes rolled back in her head.
>She finally stopped convulsing, and brad took the rag off of her mouth.
>She didn't move. He opened her eyelid but her red iris stared blankly upwards.
>It worked like a charm.
"Thank goodness Twilight left that organic chemistry book lying around," he thought.
>Brad picked her up and laid her on the floor.
>Brad listened outside. Only seven more minutes.
>Seven Minutes of Heaven.

>Brad stared at her form on the floor, taking a few seconds to drink in her beauty.
>She was the perfect specimen of a woman, rounder breasts than Twilight, and a better ass, too.
>Brad took no time to begin an amazing few minutes.
>He carefully unhooked her bra, and slid her tight shorts off. She didn't even flinch.
>Brad was completely stunned by her bright blue panties, contrasting her porcelain thighs.
>He slid the panties off slowly, revealing her thin labia.
>Brad's cock was hard already, but he wanted to speed up the process.
>He dove down to her pussy, furiously licking her folds and suckling her clit.
>It was odd to be pleasuring Vinyl so roughly and yet not hear a single word.
>Brad wondered is she was dead, but those fears were put to rest when her cunt drenched him in fluid.
>Brad took the full force of her lubricant on his face; there was no warning that she would be wet so quickly.
>Almost no juice fell to the floor, making cleanup easier.
>Brad moved up her body, grasping a tit in his hand and sucking on another.
>His other hand ran in and out of her saturated tunnel, sliding easily between her walls.
>Her nipples grew hard within seconds, and Brad attempted to kiss her.
>Her face was blank as he pecked her on the lips.
>He removed his hand, dripping wet, and wiped it on his shirt.
>He had only three minutes left as he moved into position.
>Brad hovered his body over her supine form, spreading her legs to give him plenty of space.
>Brad took almost no time and no effort as he slid inside her.

>He was a little uneasy when he heard no noise from Vinyl, who remained indifferent.
>He started to pump quickly very soon, he needed to finish quickly.
>That didn't stop him from enjoying every thrust, rocking Vinyl's limp body forward.
>He couldn't believe how tight she was but was surprised to see a lack of blood.
"Really?" Brad thought, "Why am I not surprised she's not a virgin?"
>Brad was pumping furiously, he could hear the crescendo of the concerto in the background.
>Right before he starting to cum he remembered something.
>Norman was "identified" by the cum samples being the same. If they found his cum now, Norman would be set free.
>Brad stopped thrusting and withdrew his cock.
>He moved to Vinyl's head and thrust his dick into her mouth.
>He was essentially face-fucking her, and only a few thrusts later he shot his load down her throat.
>String after string of cum impacted Vinyl's mouth and dribbled down her neck.
>Brad finally stopped pumping and felt his cock go flaccid inside her.
>He had no time to bask in post-orgasm before covering his tracks.
>He put all of Vinyl's clothes back on, exactly as they had been before.
>He took the cloth and dried off her pussy so it wouldn't leave a stain.
>After dressing her back up he propped her back onto the chair.
>He was about to leave when he noticed something. The cum was still visible when he opened her mouth.
>Brad looked around the room for something to fix the problem. He then remembered the wine.
>Tipping the bottle into her mouth, Brad allowed a shot of wine to run past her throat.
>Her body instinctively swallowed, removing any trace of cum present.
>He had just finished everything when he heard the final chord of the concerto.
>The crowd cheered as Octavia took a bow. Twilight and Rarity were in tears as Brad sat next to them.

>"Where have you been, Brad?" Twilight asked.
>"You missed the most dazzling performance ever!" Rarity squealed.
"My parents called me," Brad said, "I haven't talked to them in months. Besides, I've already heard that concerto loads of times."
>"But you haven't heard it from Octavia!" Rarity said, "She played the most beautiful solo rendition I've ever heard!"
"Well I'm glad you two had a nice night," Brad said as the people piled out behind them.
>In the commotion Brad placed the spare key to the dressing room in Vinyl's turntable case.
>"Come on, Brad," Twilight said, "Let's go! We have an exam tomorrow!"
>Brad laughed as the trio headed out to his car and drove off.
>"That night was simply marvelous," Rarity said.
>"It was so relaxing," Twilight said.
"I would be lying if I said I didn't have the best night of my life."
>They talked about the performance all the way home as Brad dropped Rarity off at her house and gave a farewell kiss to Twilight.
>Brad went back home and watched TV in his room.
>He lasted only a few minutes before the tiredness of orgasm finally caught up with him, and he passed out on the bed.

END OF PART 6