Derpy Saga pt21

>The next morning had a troubling tone.
>The sky was stained gray with a grumbling storm, strobes of light blinking at random amongst the clouds.
>The trees of the school courtyard flickered like fish scales in the wind.
>Brad dragged his feet on the brick steps of the school, shuffling inside with the other students.
>Thunder rolled threateningly behind them and nudged the kids into the doorway like it held a knife to their backs.
>Brad had just managed to slip behind the glass entrance when the clouds tore open.
>Hundreds upon thousands of droplets showered on the parking lot. Students took out their textbooks and shielded their hair from the aquatic onslaught.
>Brad would have said someone upstairs liked him, but now he wasn't so sure.
>He sat at his desk in first period and dull light shone down on his desk.
>There was an exam today, but Brad didn't have to study.
>He felt as though he knew it all just from associating with Twilight.
>Even in normal conversation she seemed to diffuse her studiousness to anyone around her.
>Rainbow sat beside him staring blankly at her own test. She was wearing a thick windbreaker.
>Normally the outfit would look out of place, but the air whistling through the window was chilled from the storm.
>He wondered how warm the baby must be, nestled in the dual insulation of her womb and jacket.
"Maybe she'd do better on this test having two brains working together," he thought to himself.
>He finished his test with about half an hour left. His teacher told any student they may leave at the completion of their test.
>Brad gathered his things and waved to Rainbow. Twilight had already finished forty minutes ago and the coast was clear to flirt.
>Rainbow winked and waved back. She went back to her test as Brad pushed open the door.
>He went to his locker to gather his supplies for the next period.
>The tumblers of the lock fell into place with a thunk.
>He twisted the handle and pulled the locker open. Just before he looked inside, something caught his eye.
>Stuck onto the aging yellow paint was a clean, white square with purple swirls inscribed into the fiber.
>It was a familiar hand, but one he didn't see too often.
>He plucked the Post-It off the locker and read the message written on it.

Dear Brad,
Me and the girls are having a slumber party and we'd like some. . .male company. Call me on my cell if you can join us.
Sincerely, Rarity

>Brad crumpled up the note and stuffed it in his pocket.
>He whipped out his phone and sent Rarity a text saying he would be there.
>Rarity replied with a smiley face and told him to be there at seven.

>Brad pulled up to the white marble house and noticed six cars sitting in the driveway.
>There were two sedans, a sports car and a Prius.
>He could only guess who owned the hybrid. Chuckling to himself he rapped on the door.
>Within seconds a skinny yellow girl with bouncy pink hair answered him.
>"Brad! You made it!"
"Of course," he smiled, "Why wouldn't I miss a party with you guys?"
>Fluttershy ran up and wrapped him in her arms. Brad wondered if she knew who she was hugging.
>She was in full contact with the man who'd taken advantage of her just a week before.
>Brad returned the embrace and patted her on the back.
"Oh!" she pushed herself off of him, "I'm so sorry! Please, come inside!"
>Brad's mind did a double take. He almost told her that he already came inside, but decided against it.
>He walked into the house and hung his coat on the rack. He went to the living room.
>Sitting in a circle were Twilight's friends, clad in their nightgowns.
>They wore assorted colors, all of which slightly translucent. The outline of their underwear was barely visible underneath the thin fabric.
>Rainbow was the first to see him. He noticed that she wasn't wearing a nightgown but loose fitting gym clothes.
>Nevertheless, her face lit up when she saw him.
>"Brad! Hey!" She waved him down. The other girls looked behind them towards the man who'd walked in.
>Playful smiles stretched across their faces as they stood up. Brad froze as the tsunami of women came bearing down on him.

>Five of the women in the room gripped him a group hug. Even Fluttershy got seconds on her hugs.
>Rainbow winked at him, as did Pinkie. Twilight smiled at him, completely oblivious to his connection to the women embracing him.
>Brad couldn't help but notice that someone was missing from the hug. His suspicions were cleared with a simple throat clearing.
>"Ahem," the sturdy white girl raised her hand, "If you're all quite finished, we're on a tight schedule."
>>"Oh lighten up, Rarity," Applejack spoke, "We're just showing how much we appreciate Brad, is all."
>"There'll be time for that in a little while. Now hurry back, we've already fallen a minute behind schedule!"
>>>"Alright, alright, keep your panties on, Rarity," Pinkie laughed.
>Rarity's face turned a bright red and she covered herself with her hands.
>The group sat back down with Brad in between his girlfriend and the women carrying his child.
>"Now," the prissy voice rung, "If there are no more interruptions, let's get on with the party."
>And a party it was. They watched movies, ate snacks, gossipped, and played all sorts of board games.
>Applejack was unstoppable in Monopoly.
>Twilight was undefeated in Trivial Pursuit.
>Fluttershy won only one game: Mouse Trap.
>Soon the party started to wind down and Applejack broke out the cider.
>Brad smelled a bitter vapor coming from the bottles. He wondered if Applejack had "tampered" with the cider.
>Regardless, everyone guzzled down their drinks. Brad started to feel a little light-headed.
>Fluttershy could hardly keep her back straight. She wobbled like a sapling in a hurricane.
>Rarity scratched a check on the schedule and looked up with a vixen's eyes.
>"Wonderful! We're at MY favorite game!"
"And what would that be?" Brad laughed, "Dress-up?"
>"Okay, second favorite," she scowled, "It's time for 'Seven Minutes in Heaven'!"
>Everyone around the room gasped and snickered. All but one.

>"Um, Rarity?" A purple hand hung half-heartedly in the air, "What's 'Seven Minutes in Heaven'? I've never played it."
>The girls around her chuckled. Brad wasn't so much surprised that she didn't know what it was, but rather that she didn't know SOMETHING at all.
>>"Oh Twilight," Rarity giggled, "You really have to get out more. 'Seven Minutes in Heaven' is a game where two people are chosen at random to go into the closet for seven minutes."
>"And?"
>>"Once inside the closet, the pair is free to do whatever they like for seven minutes."
>>"Anything?"
>"Anything," Rarity's smile grew oddly to one side, "So, who wants to spin the bottle first?"
>>>"OOH OOH! ME ME ME ME!" Pinkie yelled, jumping up and down and groping for the bottle.
>"Alright Pinkie," Rarity handed her the empty cider bottle, "Let's see who goes in first."

>Pinkie put the bottle on the tile floor and twisted her wrist.
>The glass spun around and around, slowing down with each rotation.
>The girls held their breath, each of them harboring some secret desire for someone else there.
>Twilight stared at the bottle like she was studying the physics of it.
>Soon the bottle reached its menacingly slow cycle, lingering on each partygoer for at least a second.
>It never seemed to stop spinning as if reluctant to make its decision.
>Applejack
>Rarity
>Fluttershy
>Twilight
>Pinkie
>Rainbow
>Brad
>It repeated non-stop for a several seconds until landing on the Y chromosome.
>The girls gasped and chuckled. Twilight's face turned to worry.
>The women around him suddenly had faces of complete expectation. Their eyes trained on his own as if trying to influence his spin.
>"Excellent," Rarity said, "Right, whoever this bottle lands on next gets seven minutes with Brad. Spin the bottle."
>Brad took the bottle and whispered a prayer before rotating his wrist sharply to the right.
>The bottle took its time spinning and slowing down before stopping on the slim girl sitting next to him.
>"Rainbow Dash?" Rarity smiled, "Well aren't you the lucky one."
>Rainbow blushed and made her way to the closet. Brad got up and started to walk towards her when he felt a tug on his wrist.
>>"Don't you dare do anything stupid," Twilight scolded, "Remember our relationship."
"Of course, Twilight," Brad said, "What could I do in seven minutes anyway?"
>Brad gave her a kiss on the cheek and went to the closet. The pair disappeared into the darkness with a click.

>"Well," Rainbow said, "We've got seven minutes, huh?"
"Seems so," Brad responded. The pair sat down and fidgeted in the closet, unsure of what to do.
>"Hey, Brad," Rainbow whispered, "Do you mind if we just. . .talk?"
"Not at all," he turned to face her, "What's on your mind?"
>"Well, you know how I'm. . .you know. . ."
"Expecting?" Brad smiled. They kept their voices to a hushed whisper lest the others hear them.
>"Yeah," Rainbow laughed. She gripped Brad's hand and continued, "Anyway, I always hear stories of guys who run off after they knock a girl up."
"And?"
>"Well, I needed to ask you something about that."
"Go on then, shoot."
>"Will you stay with me?" her bright voice was replaced with a grating solemnity.
"What?"
>"Will you stay with me and the baby? Answer me, please."
>Brad toke her hand in his and brought his other hand to her face.
"What kind of question is that?" He chuckled, "Of course I will."
>"Really?"
>Brad brought her face just inches from his own and stared into her rose petal eyes.
"Of course."
>A tear rolled across Brad's knuckles, tracing a dark scar up to her eye.
>"Thank you," she sniffed. Her arms flew open and curled around Brad's torso.
>She leaned forward and locked her lips against Brad's.
>He ran his hand through her puffy hair, stroking her neck with a master's touch.
>Rainbow moaned into his lips, her breath fighting past the wrestling tongues and across his teeth.
>Brad's hand explored her body and glided across her neck. He slid his hand behind the collar of her blouse.
>Rainbow seemed to melt as Brad's hand traced a circle on the small of her back.
>Soon his other hand took a more frontal approach. She squeaked as she felt another set of fingers dance across her chest.

>Brad smiled as he felt the lack of a bra beneath her nightgown.
>His fingers caught on her growing nipples as Rainbow tried to fight back her moans.
"Shh, they'll hear you," Brad said as he moved his hands downward.
>Soon the elevation of her body changed; a great lump rose where her abs should be.
>It wasn't a huge bump, but it was definitely noticeable to the touch.
>Brad was surprised no one had found out. Her stomach was a firm, unyielding mound of flesh.
>He marveled at the thought of his child resting just inches below his fingertips.
>He rubbed her womb, sending tiny stings of pleasure up Rainbow's spine.
>She moaned quietly and cradled Brad's head with her hand.
>"Want to listen to him?" Brad nodded. Rainbow pushed his head down onto her stomach.
>Brad's ear flattened against her womb. He listened carefully for the sounds of their child.
>He heard the slosh of the amniotic fluid and a tiny muffled drumbeat.
>He could hear the first signs of life thud against the tiny chest of the baby.
>He smiled at the wonders that nature provided him. One night of passion had brought them this gift.
>He couldn't think of any other women to have the privilege of carrying his child, not even Twilight.
>Rainbow's moans, coupled with the texture of her soft breasts, began to work its way into his mind.
>Blood rushed to his crotch and he felt his pants getting shorter.
>Just before he lifted her shirt, the door flung open. Standing in the frame was the white women holding a stopwatch.

>"Time's up!" she shouted. Rainbow and Brad quickly parted, avoiding each other's gauge.
"Really? That seemed a little too fast."
>"Sorry, the rules say seven minutes," she said, "Hope you had fun. You two are exempt from the next bottle spin. Go on then, sit back down."
>Brad looked at his watch. It was already half past ten.
>The game continued on in its usual fashion. Couples would disappear into the closet and come out seven minutes later.
>Most of the time, nothing seemed to happen.
>There was, however, one grouping that everyone in the room would remember.
>Fluttershy was picked to join Pinkie in the closet.
>Pinkie's eyes were filled with hunger as she watched Fluttershy walk into the closet.
>Fluttershy's face was a bright shade of red and her hands were crossed along the front of her body.
>The closet closed with a click. That's when the fun really started.
>Brad heard a series of protest-filled moans squeaking out of the closet door.
>Pinkie's squeals of delight rang through the house.
>Brad's blue-balls weren't helped by the primal loans of passion.
>He'd been denied pleasure when he was promised it, and his body was screaming at him for it.
>His mind danced with images of Pinkie licking Fluttershy's small slit, that he himself had penetrated a week earlier.
>He imagined Pinkie gripping the protesting Fluttershy by the ankles and spreading her legs apart.
>Pinkie would then press her own crotch against the timid girl's folds and start to grind.
>Fluttershy's moans grew louder with every minute that ticked by.
>The girls sat stunned; Rarity wasn't even keeping time anymore.
>Brad wished that she would stop them at seven minutes so his body would stop threatening to stab him unless he fucked something right that minute.
>After a good twenty minutes of solid moaning, Fluttershy's scream pierced the silence of the house.
>Her wail of pleasure echoed for what seemed like an eternity, with Pinkie's squeal following soon after.
>A minute after the wails start, Fluttershy hobbled out of the closet with Pinkie close behind.
>Fluttershy's face was a lopsided frown, but Pinkie's was a proud smile.
>They resumed their seats with the girls giggling all around them.

>"Alright girls," Rarity said, ignoring Brad, "I think it's time to go to---GOOD GOD! IT'S HALF PAST 11? HOW LONG WERE YOU IN THERE!?"
>Fluttershy avoided her eyes but Pinkie straightened up.
>>"About an hour and a half, I think," she giggled, "Fluttershy lasted a lot longer than I thought she would."
>>>"Pinkie," Fluttershy squeaked, "Please, let's not talk about---"
>>"You should have seen her face when she saw my pie! It was like---"
>"That's enough, Pinkie," Rarity laughed, "We really must get to bed. There should be sleeping bags for everyone. As for me, I'm going up to my room. It was a fun party, everyone! Tata!"
>Rarity retired to her room while the girls rustled with their sleeping bags.
>Pinkie placed her sleeping bag a little too close to Fluttershy's.
>Rainbow and Twilight lay beside Brad. Twilight blew him a kiss and went to sleep.
>Soon the entire house had fallen into sleep. Everybody but one.
>Brad lay awake, face up, with his boner poking a hole in the sleeping bag.
>He'd had the erection ever since he was denied pleasure by the stopwatch signaling the end of his seven minutes of heaven.
>All through the night he'd been teased by the skimpy nightgowns that did a poor job of covering their bodies.
>Pinkie's round of passion definitely didn't help. Every moan from that pair had sent a surge of blood straight to his crotch.
>He needed to let himself go. He needed relief. But not here.
>There was no way he could safely fap when surrounded by five women.
>It's not like fapping would help anyway. The feeling of his hand was nothing compared to a warm cocksleeve.
>He sat up and looked around the room. Everyone was asleep. Pinkie was nibbling at Fluttershy's ear, but neither of them were conscious.
>He looked up the stairs and a brief thought flashed in his mind.
>Would he dare? Could he really get away with it?
>She was the only one out of the women in the house who hadn't felt his body ravage theirs.
>What if someone heard him? What if the school found out?
>None of these thoughts had stopped his libido before, and they did a poor job this time as well.
>As quietly as he could, Brad gripped the handrail and ascended the stairs.

>He reached the door of Rarity's bedroom and slowly pushed it open.
>He looked around the room in search for her bed. On the opposite wall stood a monolithic bed-frame with purple lace curtains.
>The curtains were somewhat translucent. It wasn't hard for Brad to see Rarity sleeping beneath the covers.
>It was like an old Greek painting of Aphrodite in her bedchambers.
>She was wearing the same nightgown as before, a slight shade of blue hanging over her skin.
>There was, however, one major difference in her outfit than the one upstairs.
>The nightgown was the only thing she was wearing. There was nothing to cover her goddess-like body.
>Her white body heaved with each breath, pushing her round breasts against the fabric.
>Her hips rose high above the mattress as she lay on her side.
>Her pronounced spine ran down to her buttocks as if directing his eyes.
>Brad's pants tightened as his wishes were just feet away from him.
>All he had to do was pull back the curtains and mount her.
>But he still had one obstacle: he had to do it without waking her up.
>He gripped the lace curtain and pulled it to the side. Rarity didn't budge.
>He was thankful that he wouldn't have to remove any clothes and risk waking her up.
>Brad slowly clambered into the bed and lay on his side behind Rarity.
>He mattress cried out and buckled, but Rarity only answered with slight movement.
>Brad's boner threatened to betray him as it hovered just above her buttocks.
>He couldn't help but run his hands slowly across her body, admiring every inch of her porcelain skin while careful not to be too fast.
>Rarity moaned in her sleep as he traced her hands across her goose-bumped flesh.
>In a daring move he suckled on her neck. Rarity pulled her head towards the pleasure but didn't open her eyes.
>Brad wondered what kind of dream she was having. He wondered if she really felt his touch.

>He brought one hand around to her front and played lightly with her breasts.
>They were as firm as the mattress and twice as bouncy. Her nipples peeked above the tops of the mounds.
>Brad squeezed them between his fingers and moved them in a circle.
>He brought his fingers together and gripped her teats. Rarity moaned meekly as Brad tended to her breasts.
>Brad didn't want to wait around; she could wake up any second.
>He slid his hand down her side, gliding over her stomach before stopping at her thigh.
>The heat from her crotch warmed his chilled fingers. He slid his hand to the inside of her leg.
>He felt the texture of her skin change beneath his fingertips.
>He had reached the sacred slit. It was smooth and rubbery, but felt genuinely more pure than he'd thought.
>It was like it had never been touched by human hands; it was crafted by the finest materials God had to work with.
>He had created a masterwork of pleasure, the perfect fit for his aching pleasure.
>He slipped off his clothes and his cock sprang up against her ass cheeks.
>A cute little meep escaped Rarity's lips as Brad shifted down to the end of the bed.
>He grabbed her left thigh and pushed it up with his head.
>Rarity shifted a bit but didn't seem to notice. Brad wriggled as he worked his way towards her folds.
>After a few minutes of struggling he managed to park his mouth an inch above her crotch.

>He fought every urge to bury her face in her slit; it would more than likely wake her up.
>He delicately brought the tip of his tongue to her lips and took a long, slow lick.
>Rarity moaned and tossed around in the bed. Brad froze and waited for her to stop.
>Her pussy squirmed just in front of his face as she soon stopped fidgeting.
>Slowly he went back to work. Her pussy felt like silk beneath his tongue.
>Her lips parted to accept his tongue, a wave of muscle moving towards her clitoris.
>Every time Brad reached her clit with his tongue he greeted it with a sharp flick.
>Rarity's body twitched as he dug his tongue deeper inside her.
>A salty film of lube coated her slit. With every lick her pussy pumped more fluid onto Brad's tongue.
>It was a taste he'd been longing after for almost two months. His tongue felt like it was dipping into a pot of boiling water.
>He couldn't wait to feel it around his awaiting shaft. His tongue darted between her folds, exploring the first inch of her burning tunnel.
>Brad could feel her body roasting and knew she would wake up soon. He had to act quickly.
>He wriggled his way back out and lay beside her once again. He positioned his hips and his shaft poked at her buttocks.
>He pressed his tip against her folds. Even with the slightest pressure he felt his shaft pass by her lips.
>It was the moment he'd been waiting for. He laid his hands on her hips and pushed his own forward.

>It took all of his strength not to groan as his cock slid inside her tunnel.
>Her walls devoured his shaft greedily and pulled him deeper inside.
>He felt a strong suction on his tip as he pushed himself further. Her walls bathed his cock in a powerful heat.
>His body jumped around in celebration as its wishes were finally granted.
>Every muscle of his body contracted, pulling his limbs in every direction.
>His thrusts were slow but deep. Or at least, as deep as he dared.
>He felt her hymen buckle against his thrusts. He was afraid to break it as the pain would surely wake her up.
>His head flared to feel every ridge of her vise-like walls.
>Brad felt like he was fucking a pot of honey. It was burning hot and her dampness coated his shaft.
>His thrusts became more hurried as a deep pressure built up behind his groin.
>His prolonged denial of pleasure throughout the night had weakened him, sapped him of his endurance.
>He was practically bouncing on her hips; the bed shook with each primal thrust.
>Brad thought about where he would blow his load. A cream pie would be too obvious, and there wasn't enough time for anal. He had one other place.
>Seconds before orgasm Brad pulled back his hips.
>His cock sprang vertical with a string of juice stretched between their genitals.
>He slowly turned Rarity on her other side, her face inches from the edge of the bed.
>Brad stood up beside her head and aligned his cock with her mouth.
>He slowly pushed his hips forward and pressed his tip against her lips.
>With a bit of force her lips parted to allow the beginnings of his twitching shaft into her mouth.
>Brad forced more of his length into her mouth. Rarity grunted slightly as her limp mouth allowed the intrusion.
>Once half of his shaft was snugly inside her mouth, Brad continued his slow pumping.
>It only took a few seconds of Rarity's tongue gliding along his cock for his body to let go.

>Brad groaned as his balls tightened against his body.
>The walls of his shaft pumped his load to his tip. The force of the contractions sucked the energy out of his body.
>With a final thrust his load shot into the mouth.
>Ropes of cum splashed against the back of her throat. Her body took notice of the foreign fluid in her mouth.
>Brad moaned as Rarity gulped down the load that trickled down her throat.
>Her eyes were shut tight in disgust as Brad pumped semen onto her palette.
>The last trickles of cum oozed onto her tongue and ran into her throat.
>Her gulps caused a light suction on his dick, pulling every drop of cum of of his shaft.
>Brad stood there, holding Rarity's head and heavily panting, relishing in his victory.
>Rarity had not even opened her eyes. He stepped away and admired his work.
>Her pussy went back to its normal shape and her lube dried on her thighs.
>Her throat bobbed as she drank his cum. Brad put his clothes back on and thought of his next move.
>He put the curtains back and went slowly downstairs.
>He slipped into his sleeping bag and pulled it up to his shoulders.
>As he lay on his back, staring at the ceiling, thinking of what he had done.
>He had done it. Every one of Twilight's friends had felt his cock.
>They all had felt his load inside them. It seemed like only yesterday that he'd unloaded inside Derpy.
>He was, however, obscenely worried.
>He had no real way of covering his tracks from what he'd done to Rarity.
>If she woke up just then he'd be found out for sure.
>Even if she woke up in the morning she'd have a strong suspicion.
>He could only hope that all the clues would have vanished by then.
>He turned towards Rainbow. She was lying on her left side and facing him.
>He watched her sleep--her womb rising and falling with her deep breaths.
>No matter what happened to him, whether he was locked away and the key thrown away, he would always have his child growing in her womb.
>And no other woman meant as much to him as Rainbow did that moment.
>Rainbow's sleeping form calmed his mind and lulled him to sleep like a mother's lullaby.
>He dreaded the events of the next morning.


END