Derpy Saga Pt12

>Trixie didn't show up for class the following morning, much to Brad's relief.
>The stress of having to cover his tracks was starting to wear on him.
>Hide this, blindfold that, tie these, yadda yadda yadda.
>Brad continued to do rape not just for the rush, not for the thrill of domination and control, but for the pure ecstasy that spawned from each encounter.
>He closed his locker and swung his backpack around his shoulder.
>He passed Rainbow on his way to class, her blue cheeks stained a bright red as he grazed her arm.
>He took a seat in the band room, awaiting the only class he enjoyed.
>He was tuning his bass when he heard the seat beside him shift.
>He looked up to see a long curtain of charcoal hair swishing across ashen skin.
>A pair of mauve eyes flashed across Brad's vision as a cello was placed between him and the woman.
"So you must be Octavia," Brad said.
>"That's right," she hummed, tuning her cello, "And you are?"
>Brad puffed out his chest in an effort to look dignified.
"Bradley," he sneered in a snobbish accent, "but I am known as simply Brad."
>"Nice to meet you, Brad," she laughed, "but you can stop with the fancy-pants attitude."
"What? You don't mind?"
>"Please," she said, "I associate with Vinyl. That girl will drain all the sophistication out of a room within minutes."
"How so?"
>"I'll be talking about Bach's counterpoint with a fellow cellist, and before I know it the room is shaking with her incessant 'bass drops'. How do you drop a bass anyway?"
>Brad laughed and continued the conversation.
"You did really well at the stage show," he said, "I couldn't take my eyes off of your fingers."
>Octavia uncurled her hand, bending her digits one by one.
>"We cellists tend to have strong fingers," she said, looking down at Brad's Fender bass, "You of all people should know that."
"That I do," Brad laughed, "I've been know to do some incredible things with my fingers."
>Brad shot Octavia a wink, which was casually met with a roll of the eyes.

"How's Vinyl? She doing alright?"
>"Good," Octavia sighed, "She's been better."
"Oh? What's the matter?"
>"Nothing really, she just seems...lustful."
>Brad raised an eyebrow and pressed on.
"In what way?"
>Octavia looked back and forth nervously before whispering to his ear.
>"She's in love with a certain bass player."
>Brad frowned.
"Oh...any idea who this bass player is?"
>"She--I mean, uh, HE plays in the orchestra."
"I see," Brad said as the band teacher strutted to the podium to begin the lesson.
"It's been nice talking to you, Octavia," he smiled, "Let me know if you ever need your G string loosened."
>Octavia scoffed in disgust as Brad laughed.
>Brad's eyes drooped as the woodwinds practiced their part when he felt something tap his shoulder.
>He turned towards his left to find the source of the tapping, but he saw nothing.
>"Gotcha!" A shrill voice giggled behind him, "Why aren't you laughing? Wasn't that just hysterical?"
>Brad looked behind him to see a girl who looked like she was made of bubble gum.
>Her skin was baby pink but her hair was a striking dark shade, soft and silky like freshly woven cotton candy.
>Her eyes were shut tight in laughter, her body rocking on the chair as she tried to contain her hysteria.
"Shhh!" Brad shushed her, "You're going to get in trouble!"
>"I don't mind," she sprang up straight, "I'd do anything to make someone smile!"
>Brad finally got a look at her eyes. Those deep, baby blue irises contrasting her skin like Monet had crafted them himself.
"Holy fuck she's cute," Brad thought, "Why is she so perfect?"
>"What are you so gloomy about? Are you sad because it's not your turn to play? That always makes me sad when I can't play my maracas."
>Pinkie stood in her chair and shook two maracas loudly.
>"ARRRRRRIBA!" She shouted stereotypically.
>The band teacher turned beat red as the woodwind section broke out in laughter.
>"SILENCE THOSE INCESSANT NOISEMAKERS AT ONCE!" He bellowed.
>Pinkie sat right back down and sighed.

>"See? He never appreciates my talents."
>Brad couldn't help but smile at her, and reached out his hand.
"The name's Brad," he said, "May I have the honor of knowing yours?"
>Pinkie blushed, turning her face an even deeper shade of red.
>"You're the only person in this school who DOESN'T know my name! It's Pinkie, silly."
>Pinkie looked at his hand but pulled it back.
>"Handshakes are for old folks. Come here you!"
>Pinkie leaned forward and embraced him in a deep hug.
>The girls in the orchestra (including Octavia) snickered at the prolonged show of affection.
>Brad had no choice but to awkwardly return the embrace.
>He took a moment to admire the more...physical features of Pinkie, starting with the two points of pressure against his chest.
>With Pinkie's eyes shut, Brad had the opportunity to look down at her V-top.
>Her breasts were taut and almost impossibly large.
>They were the biggest he had seen yet, even bigger than Shimmer's rack.
>Brad tried to get a fix on her lower body but was pushed away by Pinkie.
>She blushed and leaned to his ear.
>"Looks like I'm making you REALLY happy..."
>She giggled and motioned her head down.
>Brad's eyes widened as he quickly took his seat.
>She chuckled as Brad fought to keep his member from giving a standing ovation to the flute solo.
>The class ended sooner than Brad wanted it to.
>He went out to his car and drove off to his house.

>Brad took a deep breath as he plopped onto his bed.
>He crossed his arms behind his bed. There was a lot weighing on his mind and not enough time to lift it.
>He decided to occupy his time with some Xbox.
>He turned on the console and set the TV to HDMI.
>He was greeted with hundreds of advertisements about movies and the upcoming Xbox 180.
>More importantly he noticed that he had Black Ops II sitting in the tray.
>He wasn't in the mood to shoot 12 year olds in deathmatch, prompting him to eject the disk.
>The question now was what game to play.
>He stood up and made his way to his closet, where he kept his video game library.
>He wanted to fetch that game Norman wouldn't shut up about a couple weeks ago, "Red Head Redemption" or something like that.
>He opened the door to his closet and was promptly knocked off his feet.
>A strong force pushed Brad across the room, landing with a forceful "thump" against the mattress.
>Brad opened his mouth to speak but was silenced by a pair of lips.
>Brad opened his eyes to a blinding sea of pink as he tried to push his assailant off of his body.
>The attacked broke the kiss and looked down at him.
>Her hair sprung and bounced as she straightened herself.
>"Hey there, cutie," she laughed, "Surprised to see me?"
"Pinkie? What the hell are you doing here? How were you in the closet?"
>"I followed you home silly," she giggled, "How else would I get there?"
"But how did you--"
>Brad was interrupted by another liplock.
>A small tongue darted past his lips, baiting his own tongue like a worm on a hook.
>Her hands slid to Brad's cheeks, cradling his head as she had her way with him.
>Brad mustered the strength to push her off and hold her back.
"Pinkie! Get off of me!"
>"What's wrong~?" she cooed, "Don't like my surprise~?"
>Brad searched for a reason as Pinkie fought to press her body against his.
"I have a relationship already Pinkie," he said, "I can't just--"
>Pinkie's grinned as she began to grind against him.

>Brad had her upper body fully restrained, but her hips were free to move as they pleased.
>His head leaned back into the bed as the waves of pleasure shot from his groin.
>He looked up at her and realized that she was almost completely nude.
>She covered herself with white cotton lingerie, the garments stretching under the strain of her breasts.
>Brad couldn't see her panties but he could certainly feel them.
>Cotton rubbed against denim as Pinkie pressed hard against his growing cock.
"Pinkie! Stop!"
>"But I'm making you so happy! See?"
>She lifted her hips to give Brad's boner room to grow upwards, fighting against the denim barrier of Brad's jeans.
"I said get off!"
>Brad pushed Pinkie with all his might, sending her cascading to the floor.
"I told you I'm in a relationship with Twilight. Now if you would kindly get the fuck out of my house, it would greatly be appreciated."
>Pinkie stood up, tears falling off her cheek.
>"I just wanted...to make you happy..."
>She made for the door but stopped at the knob.
"Didn't you hear me? Get out before I call Twilight!"
>Pinkie didn't move, continuing to stand at the door, head down. A quiet laugh came from her.
"I'm giving you to the count of three!" Brad shouted, "One!"
>Pinkie didn't move.
"Two!"
>Pinkie laughed louder now, reaching her hand towards the nearby dresser.
"Three!" Brad reached for his phone as Pinkie reached for his box of picks.
>Pinkie spun on her heel, throwing the box at Brad's face, exploding plastic triangles across the room.
>Brad grabbed his face in pain, clicking sounds of picks hitting the walls around him.
>He looked from his fingers to see something charging at him.
>A baseball bat crossed his field of view before he felt the impact.
>His head crumpled from the impact, sending him to the floor.
>Blurs danced in front of his eyes.
>He looked up to see a pink shadow cast the bat aside.
>Brad was able to catch the glimpse of Pinkie; her hair fell straight as her smile widened.

>Brad slowly opened his eyes, a sharp pain ringing through his head.
>He looked around to see that he was still in his room.
"Phew," he said, "Must have been a bad dream or something."
>Brad tried to reach his arm behind his head to rub the sore spot but met with strong resistance.
>Confused, he pulled his other limbs to find them immobile.
>Brad started to panic; he couldn't move anythign other than his head.
>Just when Brad feared the worst, he felt a light breeze waft across his stomach.
>His bare stomach.
>He looked down to see that he wore absolutely nothing save a pair of briefs.
>His chest heaved as he started to lose hope.
"Come on! Wake up!" Brad shut his eyes, "It's only a dream! Wake up dammit!"
>"It's a dream to me," a cool voice said beside him.
>He turned his head to find a devilish face scanning him with soulless eyes.
"What the hell?" Brad said, "Pinkie? What are you--"
>"Shhh," she brought a finger to his mouth, "I'm not gonna hurt you...unless...you want me to..."
>Pinkie's cold voice drifted through Brad's ears as he struggled against his bonds.
>"There's no use fighting those," she said, "I once tied a balloon float to a bicycle rack with those knots."
"Pinkie," Brad panted, "Let me go!"
>"You'd like that wouldn't you?" Pinkie leaned forward and gave him a long kiss.
>"Also, don't call me Pinkie," she sneered, "Name's Pinkamena."
"Pinkamena? What the hell are you on about? Let me out!"
>"Brad," she laughed, "I'm not gonna hurt you...I just want to make you smile."
"Pinkie, pleas--"
>Pinkie slapped him across the face.
>"I told you once already," she growled, "It's Pinkamena. Don't fuck it up. Now that we got the formalities out of the way, let's start this party!"
>Pinkamena jumped onto the bed, placing herself in the space between Brad's thighs.
>Brad looked down, eyes wide with panic as she eyed his groin.
"Pinkamena...please..." Brad pleaded.
>"Talkative, huh? Why don't we fix that?"
>Pinkie grabbed a sock and gagged Brad.

>Pinkie crawled upwards, stopping with her head just above Brad's groin.
>"Getting it up already, hmm?" she said, "You must be really excited."
>All Brad could do was mumble into the gag as Pinkie brought her face down.
>She planted her tongue at the base of his cock and dragged it slowly across the fabric, flicking at the tip.
>Brad groaned as he stiffened even more.
>A small damp trail of saliva darkened his briefs as Pinkie licked.
>She smiled at his reactions.
>With a diabolical grin she crawled further up the bed, bringing herself face to face with Brad.
>She licked his face as she dragged her hips forward over his crotch.
>Brad's back arched as a surge of pleasure shot up his body.
>"I bet you want it there, don't you?" Pinkie ground against his boxers, her moans growing with each pass.
>Brad shook his head, his body lying to him.
>"Oh please," she said, "I bet if I was the one all tied up I'd be pregnant by now."
>She humped Brad with incredible speed, eager to reach her climax.
>Brad groaned, the stimulation enough to satisfy him but not enough to reach orgasm.
>Just as he was about to release he felt the pressure lift off of his hips.
>Brad's hips jerked upward instinctively, eager to finish.
>"Oh no you don't," said Pinkie, "You're not getting off that easy."
>Brad ignored the pun as Pinkie slid even further up the bed.
>Brad saw her hammocked breasts pass over him like some ominous mothership as she made herself upright.
>She stopped just wear he feared she would.
>Pinkie looked down at Brad, peeking over her mounds.
>"Do this one teeny weeny favor for me and I'll pay you back!"
>Pinkie pulled away the gag as she lowered herself down to Brad's mouth.
>Brad grunted and groaned beneath her, sending shivers tingling up Pinkie's body.
>"Oh yes!" she shouted, "Keep shouting!"
>Brad could hardly breath, his mouth completely sealed with Pinkie's lips.
>They were already drenched, leaking lubricant onto Brad's face.

>"Come on!" Pinkie whined, grinding her pussy over his face, "I'm so close!"
>Brad had no choice but to pleasure her, his lips sliding along her labia.
>He figured the sooner she was done the better, and reluctantly dove his tongue inside her.
>"Oh my gosh!" she shouted, "Almost there!"
>She rotated her hips with intense speed, eager to bring the orgasm closer.
>Pinkie's clitoris bumped into Brad's nose, giving her a small shock each time.
>Brad heard Pinkie scream above him as she came.
>Hot fluid splashed against his face, covering his chin with cum.
>Pinkie lifted herself above Brad, spraying her cum across the entirety of his face.
>She panted deeply as her orgasm finished.
>"Ready...for round...two?"
"Round two?" Brad said before he was gagged.
>"I promise you'll like this one," she cooed as she swung her body around.
>"Let me take off this stupid bra," she threw it over Brad's eyes, blinding him.
>"That's better," she said, taking her place between Brad's thighs.
>She grabbed Brad's waistband with her mouth and slowly pulled down.
>Inch by inch she uncovered Brad's cock, pulling as slowly as possible before reaching the tip.
>His cock sprang up, freed from its prison.
>Pinkie ran her eyes up and down its length, admiring every twitch it made.
>"You really want me, don't you?" Pinkie sighed, licking the tip.
>Brad threw his head back from the tease.
>"I won't make you wait, Brad," she said.
>She brought her lips to the tip, sucking gently before sliding the length between her lips.
>Brad howled as Pinkie took his cock in her mouth.
>Her mouth felt like nothing ever had.
>It was tight, her cheeks caressing the sides of his shaft as her tongue cradled the bottom.
>Hot breath danced across his length as a light suction drew his cock deeper.
She worked his cock like a master, pushing every button and flipping every switch that drew a reaction from Brad.
>He was desperate for release, thrusting his hips against her head to speed the process.

>She swirled her tongue gracefully across his head, eager to draw out the fluid within him.
>Brad felt the familiar stab of pleasure in his groin, signaling the impending orgasm.
>Pinkie felt a small pulse at the base of his cock, warning her of the release.
>Smiling devilishly, she drew her head off of his cock.
>It twitched violently as it was denied release.
>Brad groaned loudly as the sensation died away.
>Brad looked at Pinkie with pleading eyes, begging her to finish him off.
>"Almost there, Brad," she said, "Just hold on a little longer."
>She looked down at his pulsating dick and smiled.
>"Time for the main event," she giggled.
>Brad's eyes widened as Pinkie swung her thighs on either side of his hips.
>She straddled him, her pussy dripping onto his eager cock.
>"You ready, Brad?" she sighed.
>Pinkie didn't wait for an answer.
>She guided his cock into her waiting hole as she lowered herself down.
"Holy fuck!" Brad shouted into the rag, muffled by the sock.
>Pinkie reveled in his reaction as she sat on his dick.
>She savored the feeling of Brad's cock filling her tunnel before slowly raising her hips.
>Brad felt his cock drag along her walls, grabbed gently by a faint suction.
>Pinkie drew him out to his head before sliding him back inside.
>She was tight, that much was certain, but she was far looser than the rest of the women he'd fucked.
>She must be experienced. That would explain the waves of pleasure coursing through him.
>Pinkie bounced on his cock, causing the mattress to creak beneath her.
>Brad could feel himself getting closer, hoping this time he wouldn't be denied.
>Pinkie moaned loudly, running her hands across her body in ecstasy.
>She noticed Brad staring at her chest and grinned devilishly.
>Without slowing down, she brought her upper body down to his face.
>Brad puckered his lips, expecting a kiss, but was greeted with Pinkie's tits hanging above his face.
>"You want these so bad, don't you?" She said as her breasts swung.

>Pinkie removed the gag again and lowered her breasts to Brad's awaiting mouth.
>He wasted no time in latching onto her tit.
>Pinkie squeaked as Brad nursed her teat.
>"Shame you can't use your hands," she taunted, "I bet you'd love to squeeze these babies."
>Brad hated Pinkie's taunts and teases, but it made him even more eager to finish.
>He thrust upward as much as he could, bringing his cock against Pinkie's cervix.
>She screamed as her womb was assaulted.
>"Oh Brad," she moaned, "This feels...so good...."
>Pinkie moved faster, slamming Brad deeper inside her with every penetration.
>All Brad could do was obediently suck her tits, caressing her nipple with his tongue.
>He felt a huge surge of pleasure just beneath his shaft as his orgasm loomed.
>Brad noticed Pinkie's stomach convulse, a telltale sign of her own ending.
>"Oh Brad!" she screamed, "I'm so close!"
>Brad felt a surge of cum travel through his cock and groaned loudly.
>Hot strands shot inside Pinkie's pussy, splashing against her cervix.
>She refused to stop moving her hips as she herself reached her end.
>Brad grunted into his gag as his cum trailed down the sides of his cock and onto his groin.
>His orgasm lasted for a good ten seconds, ten seconds of pure ecstasy.
>Pinkie's orgasm lasted much longer. Her pussy contracted, keeping Brad's cum inside her.
>Her cervix kissed his tip as it oozed the last of Brad's ejaculate within her.
>Pinkie reluctantly lifted herself off of his softening cock, cum dripping down onto his shaft.
>She licked the fluid off of Brad, his cock painfully sensitive from the recent orgasm.
>Pinkie swallowed his cum with a satisfying gulp and giggled.
>Her hair puffed back up, returning to it's freeform fluffiness.
>"See?" she said, "I told you I'd make you smile!"
>Brad's face was grinning in post-orgasmic bliss.
>Pinkie removed the rag and awaited Brad's response.
"Pinkie..." he panted, "That was...incredible..."

>"Well duh!" she said, "Why do you think I went through all this trouble?"
>She laughed and snorted as she undid Brad's bonds.
>Brad rubbed his wrists with his newfound freedom.
>Half of him wanted to strangle Pinkie but the other half wanted to hug her.
>"I'm sorry I hit you Brad," she squeaked, "Want a hug?"
>Brad couldn't resist the awaiting embrace.
>He hugged her tightly, pressing her tits into his chest.
>He fondled her breast with his hands, much to Pinkie's glee.
>"Oh right, you didn't get to touch them yet," she laughed, "Alright, that's enough."
>Pinkie pushed him away and smiled.
>"Hey, let's just forget about this whole thing, hmm?" she placed her arms around Brad's head and pulled him into a deep kiss.
>Brad returned the embrace passionately, his ego overridden by his id.
>Pinkie gathered her clothes together and made for the door.
>"By the way," Pinkie said, "I almost forgot something."
>She grabbed Brad's phone and fiddled with it for a few minutes.
>"Bye bye!" she said, closing the door behind her.
"Hey! What did you do to my phone?"
>"You'll see!" She shouted upstairs before heading out the door.
>Brad looked through his phone for any change.
>A sudden text message informed him what she had done.
>There she was, "Pinkamena Diane Pie", added proudly to the top of his contacts list, right above Rainbow and Twilight.

"Fuck me," Brad said, "I'm in such shit if either of them find out."
>Brad decided not to think about it any longer.
>He tossed the phone on the bed, turned off his Xbox and threw himself onto the bed.
>He turned to fall asleep when he noticed a picture of Pinkie sitting on his dresser beside Twi and RD.

"When the hell did she put that there?" Brad said.
>He decided not to give it much thought as he passed into sleep.

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