Derpy Saga pt18

>As Brad walked into school the next day he wondered whether he was in the right place.
>On any other day the hallways were barren, the rustling of sneakers were the limit of volume.
>Students should be leaning against the lockers, whispered gossips swirling through their ears.
>That's how it should have been. It's just how things were.
>Today, however, was not normal. Brad looked up to see the banner in the atrium.
"Same school," he thought, "But these can't be the same people."
>He looked down the hallway. Usually he'd have a clear view of Celestia's office.
>Hundreds of students, however, clogged his view like a thick fog.
>Students clumped at the lockers, piling together like dirt in a drainpipe.
>The herd pushed and shoved down the hall, trampling any poor fool who didn't follow.
"Where the hell are they going?" Brad said. His words were drowned by the dull roar of the crowd.
>He dove into an empty hallway. He had to find where the herd was heading.
"Where do herds in the wild go?" thought Brad, "Why do herds move en masse? It's not a predator, and it's not like they're in any danger. There's no waterholes in this--Of course, they're going to drink at the waterhole. There's something happening and they need to get their fill. The question is--what could they be looking for?"
>He pulled an unsuspecting student of of the herd. It struggled and fought to get back in line but Brad held him tight.
"What's the big deal? Where's everyone going?"
>"You didn't hear?" The student's jaw hung down like his joints stopped working, "Norman's back from jail!"
>Something clicked in Brad's head and he froze. His grip loosened as his hands petrified.
>The student squirmed out of his grasp and bolted down the hallway.
>His words lingered in Brad's ears.

>"Didn't you hear? Norman's back from jail!" He had completely forgotten about Norman. His breath quickened.
"Fuck!" Brad said, speeding off down the hall.
>He had to get there before the crowd. He had to see it with his own eyes.
>He'd testified at the trial, was was it a dream?
>He'd woken up, sitting at home, in nothing but his underwear and an undershirt.
>He must have passed out. The last thing he could remember was Twi giving him a couple pain pills.
>Brad's train of thought was derailed when he slammed into the wide back of the school's star tight end.
>The heaving man turned around and gave Brad a goofy grin.
>"You alright, Brad?" he said, extending a tree trunk with fingers to the twig lying on the ground.
>Brad took his hand and was was pulled up to his feet at tremendous speed.
>"Watch where you're going next time, alright buddy?" He had a genuine kindness about him. He was like the Green Giant brought to life and squeezed into an XL football jersey.
>A massive hand slapped against the small of his back, nearly cracking it in two.
>Brad's breath escaped him as the lumbering beast skulked down the hall.
>Regaining his composure Brad looked over the crowd of students and noticed something remarkable.
>They had all stopped.
>The shorter kids craned their necks to get a better view over the crowd. Brad had no problem seeing over the heads of the gawking turkeys. His eyes widened with what he saw.
>There was Twilight, along with her friends, embracing a scrawny boy in an olive green hat.
>Throngs of people stared at the hugbox, some of them jeering at the newly acquitted Norman.
>Teachers stood in the wings, clutching thick folders of missed work. There was doubt whether he could pass the semester.
>Brad was surprised that he was allowed back in the first place.
"No child left behind, that's for sure," he thought, "I didn't think it had this kind of authority."
>After the group hugs were dealt with, the fashionistas formed a bubble around Norman as they led him to Celestia's office.

>A purple arm pierced the sea of heads and beckoned to Brad like a siren from the rocks of a troubled sea.
>"Brad! Over here!" Twilight's voice pierced through the bustle of the crowd. Brad pushed his way through the waves.
>He stumbled into the clearing where Twilight and her friends had broken from the mass of people.
>Twilight gave Brad a strong hug. She had a strange look in her eyes, like a child looks at its mother when it's done something wrong.
>Her hands were clasped at her waist and her eyes were locked on his.
>It looked more like a judo match than a lover's meeting, as they watched each other's movements carefully.
>"How are you, Brad?" she asked with childlike innocence, "Feeling better?"
"I guess," he said, "What was their to feel bad about in the first place?"
>"Oh, um, nothing," she stuttered. She was keeping something from him. He could see it in her eyes.
"Okay..." Brad said, hanging on the last syllable longer than he should have.
>"Did you hear? Norman's out of jail!"
"I know," he said, rubbing his head, "I never doubted him for a second."
>>"You and the rest of us," Rarity said, her blue eyes sparkling with joy, "Everyone else had their doubts but we stuck with him to the very end!"
>"We sure did," Twilight said, "But that still leaves one question. If Norman didn't assault those women, then who did?"
>The women looked around, trying to avoid each other's gaze. Brad felt a sting of awkwardness shoot through him.
>Not only was he the elephant in the room, but he was the huge white 20 foot elephant dancing in Times Square.
"Well, we know it's probably some maniac," Brad said, trying to remove himself from suspicion.
>Six pairs of eyes stared at him, considering his words carefully.
>>>"Yeah," Rainbow quipped, "Only a real scumbag would do that to those women! If he was here I'd strangle him with my bare hands!"

>"Calm down, Rainbow," Twilight said, "He'll get his justice soon enough. Whoever it is, he isn't right in the head."
>>"He's probably lonely, or afraid," Fluttershy squeaked, "He just wants some love."
>Fluttershy kicked at the ground and looked down. Brad stared at her, trying to maintain himself.
>Of the six women standing in front of him, only two of them had fallen victim to his libidinal wrath.
>Fluttershy had been the most recent, so the trauma was probably fresh in her mind.
>Brad was relieved that Fluttershy (and Applejack) had both been blindfolded, otherwise this conversation would have been a lot more awkward.
>He smiled to himself, knowing his chances for detection was slim among the group.
>Half of them had slept with him, whether he allowed it or not, and it seemed to put him out of their realm of suspicion.
>Hell, one of them (as far as he knew) was carrying his child!
>The planets were aligning for him, but he wasn't in the clear.
>His friends' opinions would be crucial if they ever had to testify, but the evidence still remained.
>He had covered his tracks well, and as long as he didn't raise any more red flags, the heat would fizzle out.
>He looked up to discuss his opinion with the group but found himself standing in an empty hallway.
>Well, almost empty. A blue-skinned girl walked slowly towards him, her sneakers squeaking on the linoleum.
"Rainbow?" Brad said, "Where'd everyone go?"
>"To class, numbnuts," Rainbow smiled, "I decided to stay behind to chat with you."
"You don't have class first period either?" Brad asked, "I don't because of band rehearsal, but what about--"
>"Me? Hello? Canterlot High's star athlete? My PE class is first period but I never have to go! Isn't that a riot?"
"Yeah, hilarious," Rainbow wrapped her arms around his neck, "Uh, more time for us ... I guess?"
>"You better believe it, Brad," she smiled as she locked his lips with his.
>The embrace lingered for who knows how long, an immoral passion resonating down the halls like a squawk of a bat in a cave.
>Brad ran his hand along Rainbow's stomach. It was noticeably more distended, starting to resemble the textbook "baby bump" but still convincing enough to look like athletic curves.

>Brad broke the kiss, remembering something said earlier.
"Hey, Rainbow, what was it you wanted to talk about?" Rainbow looked up at him with her big, rosy eyes.
>"Nothing," she giggled, "I just wanted that kiss."
>She booped Brad on the nose, and turned away.
>"See you later, Brad!" she waved back at him, "Have fun at band rehearsal!"
>Brad waved at his gravid lover and watched her bounce down the hallway. He wondered if his child would grow up to be as athletic as her.
>He turned back down the hall, smiling, and walked to band  rehearsal.

>At Canterlot High, "band rehearsal" was a blanket term for both the marching band and the orchestra's rehearsals.
>So for a long time, Brad was not allowed to play his bass, instead having to sit and listen to badly transcribed piano pieces.
>Whoever thought that Chopin's "Nocturne No. 9 in E-flat major" would make a good band piece needed to be shot for the sake of humanity.
>The first half of band rehearsal dragged on as the woodwinds fought to remain intonated.
>After the woodwinds came the drumline, which shook, rattled and rolled the eardrums of everyone in the auditorium.
>A good two hours later, Brad was finally allowed to play his instrument.
>Brad normally played electric bass but he adapted to the contrabass fairly easily.
>The biggest challenge for him was the lack of frets. He had never tried fretless bass before then, so he had to relearn where to place his fingers.
>He had to play some ridiculous orchestral transcription of the latest generic pop song.
>Brad was SO THRILLED to have to play the same four notes over and over: A, E, F#, and D, ad infinitum.
>The conductor picked up his baton and he picked up his bass.
>He plucked the strings to check his tuning. He was surprised to hear the strings muted.
>He looked up at the fingerboard to see what was the matter. When he saw it he was surprised he didn't catch it earlier.
>A small, folded piece of looseleaf paper was wedged between the E and A strings.
>Brad freed the paper from the neck and unfolded it. Written on the fibers was a scrawled script, hardly legible and written in glitter ink.
>The handwriting was very loopy, indicative of a female hand. He squinted to read the pink cursive lettering.

DEAR BRAD,

PLEASE MEET ME AT THIS ADDRESS TONIGHT AT 9 PM SHARP. YOU WILL REGRET IT IF YOU DON'T. DON'T WANT ANYONE TO KNOW YOUR SECRET, DO YOU?

SINCERELY, ANONYMOUS.

>An address was written at the bottom of the paper. He didn't recognize the address, but judging from the threatening wording of the letter, he figured he had no choice.
>He droned through the rest of the day, wondering what "secret" the letter was referring to.
>Did it mean his sexual escapades? Did it mean Rainbow's pregnancy? He couldn't be sure, and whatever it was, he didn't want it leaked to the public.

>Later that night, Brad pulled into the driveway of the anonymous address.
>He knocked on the door, unsure of what to expect.
>His answer came in the form of a short, pink girl with two-tone hair grinning at him.
>"Brad!" she squeaked, "So glad you could make it!" Her voice hissed like an angry viper.
"Yeah, yeah," Brad said, dismissing her with a wave, "What'd you bring me here for?"
>"Come inside and you'll see." Diamond Tiara led him inside, passing through thousands of dollars worth of art deco sculptures.
>He was brought to a great spiral staircase. He thought he heard thumps and grunts coming from upstairs.
>He was pushed through a tall white door and tumbled onto a Persian rug.
>Looking up he saw the room coated in pink, pictures of Diamond Tiara littering the walls.
>He admired the decorations until he heard a light cough.
>He turned on his heel, confronted by two preteen girls sitting on elevated chairs.
>They looked like queens on their thrones, ready to behead him at the wave of a hand.
"Alright, what gives?" Brad asked, "Why did you call me here?"
>The queens snickered, pleased with their subject's impatience.
>"You'll find out soon enough," Diamond said, "But first, let us introduce ourselves."
>"This, is Silver Spoon," she motioned towards her friend, who curtsied to Brad, "And I am Diamond Tiara!"
"Charmed," Brad said impatiently, "It's nice to meet you."
>"Likewise," she said, "But enough chit chat. Let's get down to business, hmm?"
"Yes, let's," he groaned.
>"First, let me tell you something about myself. I am the daughter of the wealthiest man in Canterlot. He can have anything he wants at the drop of a hat. In fact, he's got the entire police force wrapped around his finger."
"And?" Brad grunted.
"And who's the only person he takes orders from? That's right, you're looking at her! My daddy will do anything I say, because I'm his 'pwecious wittle angel'," her eyes widened like a dog begging for a treat.
"Yeah, yeah, that's great, you're rich, wonderful," Brad sputtered, "but what does all this have to do with me?"
>"I know it was you who raped those women, Brad."

>Brad froze. Her words rang through his ears like the Vatican church bells at dawn.
"FUCK!" he thought, "How does she know?!"
>"Yes, Brad, I know without a doubt that it was you," she sneered, "And Daddy does too."
"Shit! Who else knows?!" Brad shouted at himself in his head, trying to keep cool.
"You have no proof, Tiara," he said, trying to keep his posture straight.
>"Oh come now, Brad," she snarled, "Do you really think I would throw around such an egregious accusation with nothing to back it up?"
>Brad considered her words for a minute as Tiara cackled like a mad witch.
>"Recognize these?" Tiara held up an orange envelope and tossed them at Brad's feet.
>Brad picked up the envelope and opened it. Tiara glared at him with her shining eyes.
>Terror shot through his body as he took out the contents of the letter.
>There were four polaroids in the envelope, all of which dated for the night of the Fall Formal.
>Uncensored pictures of a defiled blonde girl were splashed across the frames, her limp body sprawled on the ground.
>One of these pictures had a shot of a man with blue hair walking from the scene, his pants bulging slightly.
>He didn't need an explanation as to who it was.
>Furthermore, he pulled out something that seemed to burn through his eyes.
>His letter to Derpy, sitting there in his hands. Had she ever read it? Was it stolen from her? It didn't matter.
>What he held in his hands was his confession, meant for Derpy's eyes only.
>And yet somehow, these two demons had gotten their claws on it.
>It was damning evidence, possibly enough to convict. He had to start asking questions.

"How did you--"
>"Get those pictures?" Tiara said, "Simple. My daddy owns the newspaper business. Those pictures weren't released to the public, but he gave his princess special permission to the back room."
"And what about--"
>"Your letter? That was easy," she purred, "After seeing Derpy in those photographs, I was able to coax her into giving me the letter. She was paid rather handsomely."
"That conniving bitch," Brad thought, "paying a fragile woman to read a private note."
>Tiara cackled as Brad finished reading his letter to Derpy.
>"Now that I've got your attention, I've got a business proposition for you."
>Brad stared at her devilish smile and exhaled.
"Go on, shoot," he said.
>"I can make all those troubles disappear like that!" she snapped her fingers, "I can tell Daddy to get rid of those pictures, and you'll never have to worry about ever getting caught. I can assure you of that."
>It sounded too good to be true. All of his problems? All of the police heat? Gone, just like that?
"What's the catch?" Brad asked, an eyebrow raised in suspicion.
>"All I ask is a simple favor," she nodded to Silver Spoon, who went into the closet.
>Brad heard thrashes and grunts coming from within, and was terrified for what would come out.
>He soon got his answer, but he wished it had remained a secret.

>Writhing in Silver Spoon's grasp was a scrawny yellow girl, her hands tied behind her back at the forearms.
>A rag was stuffed between her teeth, threads dangling from the chewed cloth.
>Tears were running from beneath a black blindfold as she howled into the gag.
>"Cry all you want, Applebottom," Diamond hissed, "It won't help you much."
>She was completely stripped, her infantile, sweaty skin reflecting the dim light of the room.
>Silver thrust her arms forward, sending Applebloom crashing to the floor.
>Without her arms to break her fall, she landed hard on her back.
>A stifled whimper escaped through the gag as Brad stared at her.
>He noticed a pair of cotton balls stuffed in her ears.
"Sensory deprivation," he thought, "Damn they're good."
>"Well Brad," Diamond said, "I think you can guess what my favor is."
"You expect me to rape her?" Brad said, "She's a fucking child."
>"Didn't Mommy ever teach you not to swear?" Diamond mocked as Silver snickered in the sidelines.
"You're both sick," Brad grunted, "What did she do to deserve this anyway? And what makes you think I'll just blindly do what you ask?"
>"I'm the one asking questions, Brad," she sneered, "And I hold all the cards--Or should I say, evidence."
>Applebloom's whimpers pierced the pregnant silence.
>"Go on then," Diamond said, "I'm waiting."
>Brad looked up at Tiara with content and down to Applebloom with pity.
"I'm sorry about this, kiddo," he said to himself as he leaned beside her.

>Applebloom panicked as she felt an alien touch on her soft body.
>Brad started with her tiny breasts. He'd seen them before when she and her friends had their way with him, but he'd never gotten to touch them.
>He groped the tiny bulges on her chests. Applebloom wailed through the gag as the first inappropriate touch commenced.
>He squeezed her nipples, rolling them between his thumb and index fingers.
>Her body shook and bucked as Brad continued his assault.
"If she's this excited over softcore breast play," Brad thought, "I'd hate to see her later on."
>The temptation to suck her teat overwhelmed him. He clasped his lips around one nipple and flicked the other.
>Brad felt a sting of heat run of his thigh which sat between her legs.
>Her pussy was small but it leaked like a sieve. It pumped lubrication nonstop, drenching Brad's shorts in warm liquid.
>Applebloom moaned, mini-orgasms seeming to attack her senses with extreme prejudice.
>"Having fun, aren't we, Applebloom?" The witches cackled as their offering to the beast was accepted.
>Brad wanted to get her torment other with; he didn't want to be their tool of destruction.
>At the same time, however, his id and superego were battling inside him.
>His libido screamed at him to enjoy her young body, while his moral compass told him to give her as much pleasure as possible.
>His hand, guided by his subconscious, dove down to her burning loins.
>He ran his finger through her thin lips, stroking her slit with a lover's touch.
>Applebloom howled like she had been stabbed; her nipple suckled and her pussy rubbed was almost too much for the little girl to handle.
>Brad became more adventurous, diving his fingers deeper inside her pussy.
>Moans rippled down Applebloom's spine as his digits invaded her tunnel.
>They pawed and caressed her ridged walls, sliding along the heated canal.
>Brad took the ball of his hand and pressed against her clitoris.

>Applebloom said something but it was muffled beneath the rag.
>Brad ignored her as he lifted his hands off of her.
>Her juices dripped from his right hand as he wiped it on the floor.
>Applebloom took a breather, hoping beyond hope that her ordeal was over.
>Her answer came in the form of a tongue darting between her folds.
>She screamed as Brad's face nuzzled her fiery loins.
>His face heated as his tongue explored her tunnel like an experience spelunker.
>Her body rocked and shaked and her moans grew louder.
>Brad knew she was close; he sped up, his nose pressed to her clitoris as his tongue dove as far as it could go.
>Applebloom's stomach twisted. It felt like someone was tying her around a flag post as pleasure coursed up her spine.
>She let out a huge moan, barely stifled by the rag, as the tension in her body was released.
>hot cum splashed against Brad's face. It felt like he was being tarred and feathered.
>The heat was astounding. Her pussy vibrated as it drained itself of fluid.
>Her clitoris retracted and flexed as her hips thrashed about. Her chest heaved and her tiny tits bounced.
>She panted, her energy escaping her like a prison convict with the gate open.
>Hot fluid dripped from Brad's face, collecting in a puddle that merged with the one below Applebloom's pussy.
>She lied there, panting and dripping, begging to be let free.
>Brad wished he could, but Diamond wasn't satisfied yet.
>He took off his clothes and tossed them at the witches' direction.
>They recoiled from them, almost as if they were tainted.
>His cock sprang from his waistband. It twitched eagerly as it approached its target.
>Applebloom must have heard his footsteps. She wriggled her body to get away from her assailant but to no avail.

>Brad grabbed her hips and flipped Applebloom on her stomach.
>She pulled and twisted against her bonds as Brad spread her legs apart.
>Her pussy was in clear view, a little raised slit between her small buttocks.
>Her anus puckered above her folds, tempting Brad to penetrate it.
>He shrugged off the idea of anal; she's been through enough today already.
>He grabbed her hips and pulled her back until his cock lightly prodded her pussy.
>She whimpered and writhed as she felt his member pressing against her.
>Brad pinned her down, pressing her breasts into the carpet as he clambered on top of her.
>One last defiant plead was all he heard before thrusting his hips forward.
>His cock slipped between her folds. Its heat stung him as it forced her walls apart.
>Applebloom screamed as she was invaded. She wasn't a virgin but was still incredibly tight.
>Her walls clung to Brad's shaft, sucking it like an infant's pacifier.
>Hot lubricant ran down his length, coating it for its imminent thrusting.
>Brad withdrew his cock, his flared head dragging along the ridges of her constrictive pussy.
>He brought his dick out to the head before thrusting back inside.
>Applebloom's body crumpled from the force of his thrust, her young tits swinging ever so slightly forward.
>She moaned louder as Brad picked up the pace, but he was looking elsewhere.
>The two witches that had been monitoring the rape didn't seem to care anymore.
>They were locked in an embrace in their own, fondling each other's breasts and undressing.
"Perverts," thought Brad as he kept thrusting.
>The poor girl turned to putty under his arms. Her earlier orgasm had defeated her.
>She wasn't resisting physically, but she still screamed into the rag as Brad defiled her.
>Brad felt his orgasm building behind his cock as his shaft was suckled by her walls.
>His thrusting quickened, eager to finish inside her.
>Applebloom's moans accelerated with her breathing, knowing what was coming but refusing to believe it.
>She could feel another orgasm coming. If Brad could hang on just a little longer...

>Brad pulled out, not wanting to risk another pregnancy. He threw his head back and moaned as he reached his climax.
>His cock throbbed and his balls shrank into his body.
>He pulled her hips tight against his, grinding his cock between her pussy lips.
>His load sprayed across her body, strands of cum streaking across her taut stomach.
>A few errant threads landed on her tits, with a couple ropes flying to her face.
>She moaned through the rag. She tried to wriggle away from the humiliation of being sprayed on, but Brad held her tight.
>The last jets of cum shot from his dying cock. It shrunk back to flaccid, dragging along her folds one last time.
>He looked over the drenched body. His seed covered her body like a dog marking its territory.
>It wasn't as primal as finishing inside, but it was satisfying regardless.
>He gave Applebloom a kiss on the cheek in pity. Applebloom, gagged, blinded and deafened, would never know who had kissed her, let alone attacked her.
>Brad put on his clothes and turned back towards the lustful witches.
>They were still fucking each other, their hands sliding across each other's bodies and their pussies pressed together.
"Ladies," he said, getting their attention, "Am I free to go?"
>"Yes ... of course ... nngh," Diamond panted, tossing Brad a pack of matches, "Burn the evidence, aaaah~"
>Brad took a match and lit it. He brought the head to the paper but stopped just short.

>The edge of the paper scorched, the fire just an inch away.
>He looked down at the paper and looked at the first two words.
>He took the match away and put it out. He folded the paper and placed it in his pocket.
>He scratched another match head against the box and brought it to the polaroids.
>Luckily, they weren't laminated, and the photos went up in a blaze.
>Brad watched the edges of the evidence curl and blacken, the evidence of his crime destroyed.
>The wisps of smoke curled upwards, vanishing like some of the weight on Brad's shoulders.
"I have your word, however," Brad said, "That what my name will be cleared?"
>"Yes, yes of course ... NNNNGHAAAAH~!" Diamond was too caught up in orgasm to accurately answer him.
>Brad stood there and waited for the afterglow to die away and asked again.
>"Fine, fine," she said, "Silver, the contract, if you please."
>Silver Spoon brought out a contract and handed it to Diamond. She whipped out a pen and scrawled along the bottom of the parchment.
>"Sign at the bottom please," Brad read over the contract quickly and signed his name.
>Diamond took it with a devilish smile.
>"If there's nothing else you need," she spat, "Then make like a tree and leave."
>Brad stood there for an eternity, staring at the demonic eyes of the perverted witches before turning for the door.
>It wasn't until he had gone out to the car that he started to think.
"Is it really over? Just because a rich girl says so? She can just tell Daddy and 'poof'?"
>He bashed his head against the steering wheel with a light thud. Something jostled in his pocket.
>He reached inside and pulled out the folded looseleaf, decaying and scorched on the edge.
>He unfurled the paper and looked down at it.

"Dear Derpy,"

>Those words. Those two simple, introductory words, brimming with childlike innocence, contorted by the villainous context of the letter.
>The words were neutral, neither evil nor good, but they were certainly nefarious.
>Brad stuffed the paper in his pocket again and started the car.
>He couldn't remember the drive home when his wheels hissed against the gravel driveway.
>He slumped up to his room and flopped onto the bed. Thoughts cascaded through his brain like rain on a window.
>He went to bed, wondering if it would be the night terrors would creep into his bed for a midnight snuggle.

END