Derpy Saga Pt8

>Brad woke up on Monday from a violent nightmare.
>He dreamed that he was slowly losing his body, vanishing slowly with every step he took.
>It felt like his body was being torn from him, that it was being taken against his will.
>Brad tried to put it out of his mind on the drive to school.
>He was still shaken from last night as he slumped into his seat in English class.
>He rested his head on his arms as Ms. Harshwhinney sat to her desk.
>Shimmer sat across the room, surprisingly without a bulge in her stomach.
>The morning announcements rang out, barely drawing Brad's attention.
>"Today's quote of the day comes to us from Robert Burns," the tinny voice said, "'The best laid schemes of mice and men oft go awry.'"
>Brad sat through the rest of the class repeating the quote to himself. It just made sense to him.
>He couldn't stop thinking about the dream he'd been having, and he decided to ask Trixie about it.
>Trixie Lulamoon had gathered a large following and an even larger reputation as a mystic.
>She was entranced by the arcane, reportly creating a love potion to enchant her boyfriend Sethisto into undevoted love.
>Brad found her where she usually was in the corner of the cafeteria messing with a deck of cards.
"Trixie?"
>Trixie didn't look up from the cards as she responded.
>"And what could be so important as to break my concentration and waste my time?" she sneered.
"Well," Brad gulped, "I needed some help with this dream I've been having."
>Trixie stopped shuffling the deck.
>"Oh really?" she said, "You seek a mystic's interpretation?"
"Exactly. I can pay you for your help," Brad brandished a Hamilton as Trixie greedily took it.
>"Sit down, Bradley," she said, as she folded the cards back in her hand. She opened it again, taking Brad by surprise as she now held a pack of Major Arcana.
>She shuffled the deck, placed it beside her and rested her hands on Brad's.

>"Tell me your dream, Brad."
"Well, I was just sort of slipping away," he started, "My body kept fading away like it wasn't mine, like it didn't belong to me."
>"Interesting," she said as she drew from the tarot deck. She pulled out three cards and placed it between them.
>"Let's see what your past holds," she said.
>She overturned the left card, revealing an upside-down painting of two nude figures holding hands.
>"Number VI," she said, "The Lovers, reversed."
"What does that mean?"
>"It means you lacked balance and your morals were not aligned. Let's draw from your present."
>She flipped the other card to reveal an upright drawing of Satan.
>"Number XV, The Devil, upright...interesting," she said.
"Why? What's it mean?"
>"It indicates bondage, addiction, and sexuality...a wild soul with no goals than his own. What would be your future card?
>She turned the final card, showing a tall building being struck by lightning.
>"Number XVI," she said slowly, "The Tower, upright."
>Brad opened his mouth to ask but she had already begun.
>"Great upheaval, an incoming disaster, something will happen to your life soon, Bradley."
"And what about my dream?" Brad shook, "What did it mean?"
>"Judging by the cards," she said, "your dream indicates that you have no idea who you are anymore. You don't recognize your body nor what it has done. Very odd indeed."
"Yeah," Brad said, his face pale white, "Thanks for all you help."
>"Anytime," she said, returning to her shuffling.
>Brad's mind was going crazy. That was just some old mystical hooey. Nothing was wrong.
>And yet Brad couldn't shake the feeling that they were right.

>Brad needed to get it out of his mind. He decided to catch up with Rainbow Dash on the latest sports happenings.
>She was at the pitch again, dribbling a ball back and forth.
>Brad called her over to talk for a bit, and Rainbow happily obliged.
>"What's up, Brad?" she said
"Nothing much," he said, "I just needed to clear my head. How's the soccer team going?"
>"Well, there's good news and bad news," she sighed.
"Oh?" Brad asked, "What's the good news?"
>"Good news is that we're currently undefeated."
"That's great!" Brad said, "and the bad news?"
>"I might get cut from the team." Brad gasped.
"What?! That's crazy! You were so good last game!"
>"It's not my skill," she said, "It's my grade. I'm flunking math."
"But no one's a good a striker as you," he said, "They can't just get rid of you!"
>"Well," she rubbed the back of her head, "There is...one person...as good as me."
"Who?"
>Rainbow pointed down the field to a redhead skillfully juggling a ball before rocketing it into the goal.
>"Spitfire," she said.
"Oh..." Brad said, "So she's your competition?"
>"No, she's my replacement. Once I flunk math she'll take my spot. There's nothing I can do about it," Rainbow sat dejectedly as Brad looked on.
"Rainbow," he said, "I'm pretty good at math...maybe I can tutor you!"
>"Really?" she brightened, "Would you?"
"Of course I would," Brad said, "I'll do the best I can to make sure she doesn't take your spot."
>"Oh thank you, Brad!" she embraced him in a great big hug, pressing against him happily.
"Hey, no problem," he said, anything to help a friend of Twilight's.
>"So, can you tutor me on Wednesday?"
"Of course," Brad said, "I'll be there at 7."
>"Thanks, Brad! See you there!" she ran off with a huge smile on her face.
>Brad sat back on the bleachers, and with twenty minutes left until his next class he decided to scope Spitfire out. She couldn't be as good as Rainbow Dash.
>Brad soon became entranced with her movements, her legs moving up and down to the rhythm of the juggle, her toned ass bouncing as she jumped.
"Damn, she's good," Brad said, "In more ways than one."
>Brad was enjoying the show when Spitfire preformed a neck stall, bending at the hip to catch the ball on her neck.
>Brad's jaw dropped open as her blue shorts tightened their grip on her ass.
>The sweaty shorts stuck to her, a cameltoe clearly outlining her labia.
>Brad's cock grew harder the more he looked; she seemed to hold the stall forever.
>Brad was sure he saw the nub of her clitoris before she returned upright.
>Not wanting Spitfire to see his embarrassing erection Brad took off behind the bleachers.
>"Fuck!" Brad shouted, "She's so perfect...why do you torment me, Lord!"
>Brad slammed his hand against the wall as he thought. Slowly his carnal lust corrupted his thoughts.
>"Rainbow Dash can't lose her place, and Spitfire's the competition. If Spitfire's incapacitated, Rainbow Dash won't have any competition!"
>Brad breathed out as he made the plan.

>He had to intercept her when she was most vulnerable.
>Spitfire was alone on the field, flinging a towel over her shoulder as she made her way to the locker room.
>Brad tailed her closely, staying out of sight.
>She slipped into the locker room. Brad looked all around as he slipped through the door behind her.
>Brad heard no noise besides Spitfire's footsteps, carefully peeking around the corner.
>He was relieved to find no one inside as he locked the main exit.
>He moved very slowly, relieved (and aroused) when he heard the shower run.
>He heard her step into the shower and he knew he didn't have much time.
>He went to the opposite wall of the shower, staying mostly out of sight while Spitfire washed her body.
>He grabbed a small towel off the bench and removed his shirt.
>He had to wait for the right moment, and was soon given it.
>Spitfire faced away from his, tilted her head back to rinse it.
>Her long red hair reached about halfway down her back, but Brad wasn't focused on that.
>He could not stop staring at her beautiful golden ass.
>It was perfectly round, manufactured from years of athleticism, with water beading on it.
>Brad's cock was fully erect as her, the sounds of the shower drowning out his quiet footsteps.
>She was humming to herself, running her hands across her hair when Brad struck.

>Brad wrapped his arm around her stomach as he blindfolded her with his shirt.
>Spitfire tried to call out but Brad had already cupped his hand around her mouth.
>She tried desperately kicking at Brad with her strong legs but couldn't get any leverage.
>Brad painfully pushed her arm behind her back, pressing her against the wall.
>Brad grabbed the towel and brought it in front of him.
>While still holding Spitfire in place he tried her arms behind her back.
>Spitfire screamed louder as she realized what was happening to her.
>Brad quickly began to strip, tearing off his underwear and shoving it in her mouth.
>Brad double checked the knots before shoving Spitfire to the tiled floor.
>She fell hard to the ground, bound, gagged and blindfolded, writhing and sobbing as she tried to escape.
>The worst thing in her mind wasn't just the scenario, but the lack of information she had.
>She had no idea who was assaulting her nor why he (or she) was doing it.
>Brad stepped back and admired his work.

>Spitfire was nice and wrapped up for him like a Christmas present, her ass high in the air as she tried to undo the bonds.
>Brad was already rock hard when she rolled onto her stomach.
>Brad was shocked to see that she had a B-cup. A little on the small side, but that was expected from an athlete.
>Her body curved beautifully, shaped and modeled after months of training.
>Brad's eyes fell immediately to her crotch, her pink slit contrasting her golden flesh.
>Whether from the shower or the bondage, Spitfire's pussy was soaked and Brad's cock twitched eagerly.
>First things first though as Brad lied down on top of her, grabbing a tit in each hand.
>He moved his hands in circles, Spitfire protesting as she tried to worm away from him.
>Brad sucked her neck as he pinched her nipples in between his fingers, causing Spitfire to moan with pleasure.
>The water still ran in the shower, cascading down her breasts.
>Brad moved his mouth off of her neck and down to her nipple.
>He suckled on Spitfire's teat, flicking his tongue as she continued to groan.
>Brad took his free hand and graced it along her wet stomach, rivers of water flowing over the two of them.
>Brad moved his hand lower and lower as Spitfire redoubled her efforts to break free, thrusting her body forward in an attempt to shake him off.
>Brad's hand finally reached her nethers, grasping a small nub.
>Now Spitfire really wailed as Brad squeezed and massaged her clit.
>Brad lingered on her clitoris for a minute before sliding further to the labia.
>Brad rubbed his hand furiously over her petals, tracing a circle with his fingertips.
>He dove his fingers deep into her pussy with no resistance.
>He moved his hand faster and faster, Spitfire leaking all over him.
>Her nipples hard and pussy soaked, Brad pulled away his hand. Spitfire's juices trailed off his fingers as he pulled them off.
>He held his hand in the shower to rinse off his hand.

>Brad swiveled Spitfire around, placing his head between her thighs.
>He positioned her so that the shower fell directly onto her supple breasts, causing water to fall around them.
>Brad grabbed her thighs and pulled her pussy close. He wasted no time as he dragged his tongue along her slit.
>"MMMPH!" Spitfire screamed as Brad began to please her.
>Brad swirled his tongue across her pussy, burying his tongue deep into her folds.
>Her pussy contracted as Brad probed his tongue deep inside.
>Spitfire began to rock back and forth, a sight Brad was all too familiar with. She was close.
>Brad wormed his tongue inside her as he felt her walls constrict.
>A wail erupted from Spitfire as she came.
>Brad raised his head  as she sprayed all over the floor, the torrent of water quickly washing away her cum.
>Brad smiled as he watched her pussy vibrate beneath him. It was so arousing.
>Brad would normally go for the missionary, but he felt adventurous.

>He picked up Spitfire and lied on his back.
>He was strong enough to lift Spitfire and position her directly over his convulsing cock.
>She whimpered in confusion.
>Brad lowered her down, his dickhead pressing against her folds.
>Spitfire felt the pressure and started to panic, thrashing around and screaming through the gag.
>Brad grabbed her hips and pulled her down, his cock forcing its way inside of her.
>Halfway down he let go. Her pussy was so well lubricated that it slid down under her own weight.
>Spitfire sobbed as her virgin walls were forced apart.
>Brad admired her form before grabbing her hips.
>He picked her up and set her down as slowly as possible, savoring every fold in her pussy.
>He started to fuck her furiously, her tits bouncing as she was slammed down onto his cock.
>The shower feel directly on her head, her tears mixing with the water as they ran down her body.
>Brad fucked her for who knows how long before he started to feel a deep well of pleasure from his groin.
>He had to think about this carefully; he couldn't give any evidence of being there.
>He grinned when he thought of his plan.
>Grabbing her ass, Brad pumped faster than he ever had.
>Spitfire continued to moan, expecting the worst.
>With one final thrust, Brad exploded inside her.
>His cum shot upwards, splashing onto her cervix and falling back around Brad's shaft.
>His cum leaked out of her pussy, flowing past his stomach and down to the floor.
>Brad pumped his cum inside her for a few seconds before lifting her off of him.
>Cum poured out Spitfire's pussy, falling to the floor and washed down the drain.
>The torrent of cum eventually ceased, and Brad untied his shirt.
>Her arms fell limp to her side as she lay in post-orgasmic bliss.
>Brad moved her so the shower fell directly on her bare crotch, washing away his cum.
>After making sure that no semen was anywhere, Brad gathered his clothes, took his underwear out of her mouth, got dressed and left through the back exit.
>Spitfire lay panting on the floor, never knowing who had raped her.