Derpy Saga pt5

>Brad picked up the school newspaper on the way to first period. He grinned when he saw the front page.
>There was Rose, her face censored as she lay on a hospital bed.
>The headline blared that a young woman was found nude on Lovers' Peak, presumably a victim of sexual assault.
>The name of the woman was withheld, but it was told she'd be under care for an undisclosed amount of time.
>Brad turned the page as Twilight sat next to him in class.
"Hey Brad!" she said.
>"Hey," Brad sighed.
>Twilight narrowed her eyes as Brad continued to read.
>"Are you...alright, Brad?" she asked.
"Been better," he said, "What about you?"
>"Good, I've just been busy studying for the reproductive test." Brad laughed.
"You only have to study the male anatomy right?" Brad leered, "How about a hands-on lesson?"
>Twilight glared at him.
>"No thanks," Twilight laughed, "I think these pictures are informative enough."
"I can send pictures too, you know," Brad smiled.
>Twilight ignored him and went back to her work. Brad leaned on his left hand.
"Oh Twilight, you cocktease," he thought.
>Brad didn't pay attention to Cheerilee's lesson on pregnancy as he was lost in thought.
>He thought about what he had done, the damage he had done to Derpy and the sweet payback of Shimmer and Rose.
>As much as he could hide the truth, he was starting to crack.
>His revenge on Shimmer and Rose was justified in his mind, the strain of his acts was beginning to wear on him.
>He needed some advice.
>He decided to skip lunch that day to have an talk with the school counselor, Ms. Christy.
>The lunchtime bell rang as Brad cracked open the door to her office.
>"Come inside, Bradley," A voice cooed.
>Brad was quick to obey as he slid inside the room.

>He took a seat and looked around. Bugs, hundreds of them, lay spread-eagled inside frames, their legs and wings pinned to the side.
>There were all sorts of insects, ladybugs, mayflies, beetles, bees, ants, termites and even arachnids like spiders and ticks adorning the walls.
>For once in his life Brad felt uneasy, possibly even creeped out by his counselor's impressive collection.
>"Do you like them?" Ms. Christy said, "It took me ages to gather them all. I don't what it is about insects that fascinates me."
>The counselor stared at her collection as Brad looked over her.
>The first thing he noticed was her bright green eyes glaring over the top of half-moon spectacles with a teal frame.
>Her hair was jet black, long and straight as it ran like a curtain down her back.
>Her dress matched her hair and even her skin, which was a darker shade of grey than Derpy's.
>Brad looked at the more intimate details of his counselor, from her supple breasts and long legs, visible from under her desk. He took particular interest in her black stockings, curiously full of holes.
>She probably would have stared at the walls forever if Brad didn't conspicuously cough.
"Ahem," Brad coughed, "Our appointment?"
>"Oh yes," she snapped, "Terribly sorry about that. What's troubling you, dear?"
"I, um, know a friend," Brad began, "that...uh...has a problem...that he...can't tell anyone about."
>"Oh really?" she raised an eyebrow, "And why isn't your friend here to discuss it with me?"
"He's shy..." Brad lied, "He didn't want anyone to know it was him."
>Brad was faltering under the heat in the room, coupled by his counselor's form. Her tits seemed to invade the conversation between the two.
>"Oh dear," she said, "Well that's too bad. What's his problem?"
"He doesn't want to say," he said, "but he wants to know how to handle it."
>"Well what does he want to know?" she asked curiously.
"He...broke someone's trust. He wants to know how to make it up to the person."

>"Oh boy," she said, "That is a difficult question, isn't it?" She stood up and paced around the room.
"He just wants to forget what happened, make amends and move on. How does he do that?"
>"A person's trust is a sacred commitment," she said, "It's not something that can be easily mended."
>"My only advice to you," she finally said, "would be to apologize and beg forgiveness. If she doesn't forgive you, then I'm sorry to say there is almost no hope of mending the broken bond. I'm sorry I can't be of more help."
"Thanks, Ms. Christy," Brad said, dejected. "I'll go tell him that."
>"Have a nice day, Bradley," she said. She motioned back towards her desk when she bumped into the wall.
>A framed insect fell down to the floor.
>"No! Oh goodness no!" Ms. Christy shot down to the floor. She bent down to pick up the bug, giving Brad quite a sight.
>He stared deeply as his counselor's skirt slid upwards. He was greeted with taut green panties, clearly outlining her lower lips. Brad hardened a little before she stood back up.
>"Phew, no damage," she said as she turned around, "Why are you still here?"
"Oh, um, I forgot my backpack," Brad quickly swept up his backpack and took a seat outside.
>He couldn't get the image of her ass out of his mind. It was just so...perfect."
>Brad's cock kept getting harder and harder the more he tried to put it out of his mind.
>He had never wanted an ass so badly as he did just then. He had to have it, and he had the means to get it.
>He buried his head in his hands, trying to decide what to do.
"I'll never get away with that!" he thought, "She's an adult; she'll know how to handle everything, lock me away!"
>Brad shook his head as Ms. Christy poked her head out of her door. She didn't see Brad as she called into the waiting room.
>"Norman?" she called, "I can see you now."
>Brad looked up from his hands to see a brown-haired boy get out of his seat and head to the door.
>Brad sat outside the office and listened to the conversation inside.

>He heard the boy say something about not belonging to the school, something about feeling different from everyone else.
>He heard the counselor say that everyone is diverse and that Norman was simply acting out.
>The conversation soon turned into an argument, which gradually got louder and louder with each word.
>"WHY AM I THE ONE WHO'S PICKED ON? LOOK AT YOURSELVES! ALL OF YOU ARE DISCOLORED, MISSHAPEN FREAKS!"
>"That's quite enough, Norman! Sit down and be civil or I shall throw you out of my office!"
>"GO AHEAD, YOU GRAY BITCH! TOSS ME OUT! IN FACT, GET ME OUT OF THIS DAMNED SCHOOL."
>"Report to Celestia's office immediately!"
>"FUCK YOU AND FUCK THIS SCHOOL!" Norman stormed out of the office, his red jacket hitting Brad in the face as it flowed behind him.
>He marched into Celestia's office and slammed the door. Brad ran out of there as fast as he could.
>He felt like laughing at the spectacle, but instead cracked a malicious smile. He knew exactly how to solve two problems at once.
"I'll have my piece," he thought, "and that Norman kid will get what he wants too."
>He grabbed last year's yearbook out of his backpack and flipped through the pages. He went to the "N" section and quickly found Norman.
>There he was, golden-eyed and brown haired with curiously white skin. It wasn't as pale as Celestia nor tanned like his own, but it looked so...off.
"He really likes that red jacket," he thought, "He's wearing it in this picture too."
>He laughed to himself.
"He wants to be out of here? Let me help him with that."
>Brad closed the book and put on his backpack.
>He had plenty of time until lunch was over, so he decided to scout out the parking lot.
>He was looking for a specific car, presumably a jet black one with some insect-relation.
>He soon found what he was looking for, a bright green Beetle with multiple stickers on the bumper.
>"Don't try to buzz me on the highway!"
>He took a note of where the car was and headed back.

>Brad looked at the school's office hours and found that the staff members got out a half hour after the students did.
>Brad went back to the final period and took him familiar seat next to Twilight.
>"And where were you during lunch?"
"Counseling," Brad said, "I had to get something sorted out."
>"Did you get an answer?"
"You could say that I did, yes."
>"Good," Twilight said as Brad tapped her shoulder.
"Say, do you know where I could find Rainbow Dash?"
>"She's probably at the pitch," she said, "Why do you ask?"
"I need to ask her something about football. I still don't get why they got a direct free kick for that."
>Twilight was semi-lost in the sports talk.
>"Alright, alright," she interrupted, "She'll probably be at the pitch."
>After the bell rang Brad went to the football pitch, happy to see Rainbow Dash practicing her penalty shots with Applejack.
>"Come on, AJ" she said as Applejack caught her kick, "How am I supposed to practice when you keep catching everything?"
>Applejack rolled the ball back, "It's not mah fault you telegraph all your kicks. You gotta trick 'em!"
>Brad snuck around to Rainbow Dash's bag and ruffled through it.
>Digging his way through cleats and sports bras, he finally found his prize: a small bottle of dark red dye.
>He emptied a reasonable amount into a soda can and placed the dye exactly where he found it.
>He ran off, leaving RD and AJ none the wiser.
>He went to his car immediately after the bell rang.
"I got half an hour," he said as he sped off towards home.
>He didn't bother to check on Shimmer today as he pulled up to his home.
>He rifled through his closet, finding a red jacket near the back.
>He ran to the bathroom and smeared the dye into his blue hair.
>The red of the dye and natural blue color created a deep purple, which in the dim light looked brown.
"Perfect," he thought as he ran back to school.
>He left his car in the driveway to avoid suspicion.
>He arrived at Ms. Christie's car with ten minutes to spare.
>He went to the driver's window and was surprised to find the door unlocked.
>He slowly opened the door. Luckily, no alarm sounded.
>He unlocked the door to the backseat and clambered inside.
>He his on the floor, covering himself with a black blanket.
>He was nearly imperceptible.
>All he had to do now was wait.
>And wait
>And wait some more.
>Brad didn't know, but he misread the staff hours.
>Christie wasn't going to come out in ten minutes, her shift was over at 5 PM, nearly three hours after school let out.
>Brad waited so long that he actually fell asleep.
>Brad woke up when he heard the driver's side door open.
>The car shifted as a weight plopped into the driver's seat. Brad expected the car to start, but no such thing happened.
>He heard Ms. Christy humming to herself, fiddling with her purse as she fumbled for her keys.
>Brad noticed that is was dark outside (being winter) and carefully lifted his head above the window.
>He saw almost no cars in the parking lot.
"No witnesses," he said as he crept behind his counselor.
>It was time to strike.
>Brad reached his hand around the seat and covered Christy's mouth.
>Her eyes went wide and she screamed into his hand.
>Brad undid her seatbelt as she pulled at his hand and dragged her into the back seat.
>She kicked and struggled as Brad pinned her down onto the seat.
>He leaned down and sealed his lips to hers, pressing their bodies tightly together as he forced his tongue inside.
>Christy continued to push against Brad, her back arcing as Brad slid his hand through her undershirt.
>His hand graced over her body as it approached her tits.
>His hand hit a steep incline as he continued upward.
>Christy's eyes widened as she felt Brad's fingers caressing her nipple.
>He continued to kiss her, preventing her from crying out as he fondled her breast.
>He used his other hand to fully remove her top, revealing her bare chest to him.
>Her tits seemed to call to him, begging to be cared for.
>Brad was happy to oblige.
>He dove down to her breasts, cupping her left while closing his mouth around the right's nipple.
>Her mouth uncovered, Christy let out a scream which was half moan, half wail.
>She looked at her rapist as he swirled his tongue skillfully around her teat.
>Brad used his other hand to tug at her other breast, pulling it as far as he could before snapping it back onto her chest.
>"Please, stop!" Christy said between moans. Brad paid no heed as he started to remove her slacks.
>He was greeted by a beautiful sight; a green pair of panties with a dark spot growing larger every second.
>The fabric seemed to be alive as whatever it protected pulsated beneath.
>Brad leaned down as he wrapped his arms around her thighs.
>He pulled her close until her pussy was an inch from his face.
>He inhaled, drinking in her scent. It was a welcome change to smell a mature, 30 year old pussy than a virgin one.
>Brad exhaled back onto her pussy, sending shivers through Christy's body and eliciting a whimper.
>He lowered his head again and began to eat her out.
>He dragged his tongue along the fabric, pressing hard to ensure the strongest pleasure.
>Brad felt her quadriceps tighten as he continued his licking.
>Her toes curled from the waves of emotion resonating through her body.
>Every lick was like a pebble dropped in a pond, the ripples spreading from the origin.
or pleasure.
>Brad slid his hands under her panties and carefully slid them off, freeing her pussy.
>He stared at it for a second, admiring the reflections of dim light from outside before plunging his tongue into her folds.
>Christy cried as she felt the intrusion of Brad's tongue; a worm sliding around her walls.
>Brad felt every ridge and every ruffle in the walls as they began to contract around his tongue.
>She was going to cum any second.
>Brad swirled faster and faster as he felt the contractions getting more frequent.
>Christy came, telegraphed with a loud scream.
>Brad wanted his counselor to remember the night as clearly as possible, and he was far from done.
>He unbuckled his trousers and took off his jacket, throwing it off to the passenger's seat.
>He moved forward, holding himself over Christy's stomach as he neared her soft tits.
>He guided his cock into the gap between her breasts, holding her arms to the side.
>She grunted as she wormed beneath him, trying to dislodge his dick.
>Brad leaned down and kissed her, locking her into an embrace before pulling back upright.
>Brad began to thrust, pushing his hips forward and slowly pulling them back.
>Christy scrunched her face and turned away, not wanting to see her body being used as a tool.
>Brad couldn't care less, all he could think about it was how great her tits felt.
>Her tits were so firm that they naturally pressed against Brad's cock, squeezing it as he pulled back and forth.
>Brad thrust faster, wanting to drag his cock more and more against her mounds.
>Christy was hardly getting any pleasure from this, or at least not nearly as much as Brad.
>Brad felt himself closing on in orgasm, and pounded furiously.
>Christy's tits acted as shock-absorbers for his furious thrusting.
>As Brad felt his cum well up inside him, he grabbed Christy's face and pulled it close to her tits.
>Before she realized what was going on, she felt a pulse run between her breasts, followed by ropes of cum splashing onto her face and neck.
>She gasped as she was coated in Brad's jizz, some even shooting into her mouth.
>Brad slowed down as his load left him, taking a deep breath.
>Christy looked up at her rapist, dim light from outside illuminating the top of his face.
>She recognized that hair from earlier.
>She swore she had seen that jacket somewhere as well.
>She noticed the man get off of her, his night wasn't quite over yet.
>Brad flipped her onto her stomach, her round ass presented nicely for him.
>Brad wasn't fully hard again, but that didn't mean he couldn't play around.
>He grabbed her ass and kneaded them like dough, her skin practically spilling through his fingers.
>He placed his semi in between her cheeks and started to hotdog her.
>It was exactly like the tit-fucking but this was simply to get him harder.
>After repeated strokes he managed to bring it back up.
"There we go," he said in an oddly higher voice, "Ready to go, grayscale?"
>Christy thought about those words before her thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of something pressing against her ass.
>"No!" she screamed, "Please!"
>Brad didn't bother to listen as he pressed his cock harder against her tiny hole.
>Christy felt her asshole grow as Brad pushed further.
>Brad finally slid into her rectum, driving it as deep as he could go.
>Christy struggled and writhed as she screamed in pain.
"I guess she never did anal," Brad thought. "Beautiful."
>He began to pump his cock into her ass, moving rhythmically to a hidden beat.
>Her ass constantly tightened, trying to force out his cock with every withdrawal.
>It drove Brad crazy, these muscles weren't as tight as Derpy's, but they were far stronger.
>Brad felt like he was being milked as he slammed his groin against her.
>Faster and faster he thrusted, waiting for his inevitable second orgasm.
>He felt Christy begin to melt underneath him, squirming and bouncing beneath his hands as he pressed her head into the car seat.
> He was so close; he wanted this to last forever.
>Brad couldn't hold on any longer, and his groin exploded as he poured his cum inside her ass.
>Brad removed his cock after just one burst, withdrawing it and holding it against her ass cheeks.
>Brad continued to pump, his cock twitching as he spread his load across Christy's ass and heaving back.
>She breathed as deeply as Brad when he shot the last thread of cum onto her ass.
>Brad wormed his way backwards out of the car and pulled up his trousers.
>He ripped the tag off of his jacket and tossed it onto Ms. Christy.
>The red jacket lay on her back, her ass peeking out of the bottom.
>He closed the door and went to the driver's seat.
>He pressed the button to lock every door and closed it shut.
>Christy lay on the back seat of her Beetle, curled and covered in cum.
>She was barely strong enough to peek over the top of the car window to see a brown-haired man running away from the car.
>"...Norman..." she said as she fainted.

>The next morning Brad pulled up to the parking lot but was barred from entering by a cop.
"What gives? Let me in!"
>"I'm sorry sir, investigation under way. No trespassing."
>Brad sighed as he pulled his car to the front of the school.
>His hair was back to its normal shade of blue, a few hours of rinsing and soap fixed the color scheme.
>He walked into the building and made his way towards first period.
>Later in the day, shortly after lunch, shouting could be heard coming from down the hall.
>The students, teachers and staff raced down the hall but were stopped short by police officers.
>"Stay back," they screamed, "STAY BACK!"
>Brad looked over the crowd to see what was going on when Twilight pulled up beside him.
>"What's going on, Brad?"
"I don't know, Twi," he said, "but whatever it is it must be serious."
>He stood on his toes and finally saw over the crowd.
>There she was, Ms. Christy, wrapped in a black blanket, surrounded by two cops.
>She was shaking, and scared, but was staring daggers at something across the way.
>"HEY! LET ME GO!" A voice rang out, "I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!"
>Brad saw two cops dragging a handcuffed man by his arms towards the door.
>"I SWEAR ON MY LIFE I DIDN'T DO IT!"
>The cops were struggling to pull him towards the waiting patrol car outside.
>"PLEASE YOU GOTTA BELIEVE ME! ASK ANYONE THEY KNOW I'M INNOCENT."
>The students stared silent as Norman was dragged away.
>"PLEASE! HELP ME!" He screamed in vain as he was shoved into the backseat of the cop car.
>The police drove away and told everyone to go back to class.
>Brad walked back to lunch with Twilight.
>"Can you believe it Brad? Norman in jail?"
"I know," Brad mocked, "I can't believe it either."
>"I wonder what he did?"
"It looks like he might have hurt Ms. Christy somehow, you saw how mad she was at him?"
>"Yeah," she said, "she looked furious."
"Well," he said, "At least they put him away before he could hurt anyone else."
>Brad pulled Twilight close and nuzzled her cheek.
>"Yeah," she sighed, "Let's get back to lunch."
"Alright, Twi," he laughed as they chased each other down the hallway.

END OF PART 5