>Brad lay on his bed the following morning, tossing thoughts around his head like an amateur handball match.
>At one side of his mind dwelled the upcoming trial and his participation.
"Really?" he thought, "Of all the things I could have been, I have to a defense witness?"
>The other corner of his brain held the complications of the previous day.
>It wasn't so much the fact that he had raped two women; it was the situation behind it.
>The previous times had been premeditative, vengeful or pure lust.
>Yesterday's rapes were a simple loss of control.
>Not to mention the fact that it was Twilight's birthday.
>He rolled out of bed and got himself dressed.
>He planned to go to the mall; there was a new music store opening on the bottom floor and he was looking to grab a new E-string.
>He slipped on his jacket and went out to the car.
>He backed out of his driveway but slammed the brakes when a flash of yellow raced past his rear-view mirror.
 
>Turning to the left, Brad tried to catch the license plate of the crazy driver.
>However, the car was too far to see the numbers, but he could at least discern some details about it.
>It was a yellow Prius, pet stickers and butterflies plastered along the trunk and rear window.
>For a minute, Brad couldn't believe his eyes.
"Fluttershy?" he thought, "Why is she driving like a maniac? She's never even gone the speed limit, let alone above it."
>Brad shrugged it off, guessing it was someone in her family driving instead.
>He pulled out of the driveway and sped off towards the mall.
>After going through the hell that was finding a parking spot, Brad walked through the automatic doors of the mall.
>A torrent of sensation crashed into him, a helter-skelter of information.
>Bright signs flashed with neon, brand names and advertisements shining across the mall.
>A loud, dull roar shook the walls, a mix of bustling conversation and pop music.
>Scents of food wafted from the restaurants, Dominos's spices entangling with the salinity of the McDonalds.
>Brad inhaled deeply, taking in every scrap of information at once, and smiled.
"Feels like home," he laughed as he set off for the music store.
 
>As he approached the door, bass in hand, he heard a bright, crisp melody coming from inside.
>He opened the door to see who was making the sound.
>His ears led him to a large, light pink tuft of hair swinging with the rhythm of the music.
>The hair belonged to a slender yellow girl, her hips swaying like a pendulum as she played.
>In her hands was a long, white tube, dotted with holes along the top.
>The tube's shrill notes rang higher than the other instruments in the shop.
>She was simply stunning, his eyes entranced by the rhythmic swing of her hips.
>Her pure skin reflected light back to him, flashes dancing across his eyes.
>The melody grew dim as he stared at the woman, his eyes filled with lust.
>When the girl had finished the store erupted in applause, her face turning red from the attention.
"Nice tune, Flutters," Brad said walking up to the quivering woman, "What is that, anyway?"
>Brad pointed at the instrument in her shaking hand.
>"Oh, it's a recorder," she squeaked, "It reminds me of a bird singing, that's why I use it."
>Brad smiled, thinking about how well-off Fluttershy would be in a forest full of birds with that thing.
"I didn't know you were musical, Fluttershy," he said, "I always took you as more of an artist."
>"Why would you think that?" Fluttershy said, "I can't draw to save my life."
>Brad wanted to apologize but decided against it. She didn't seem shaken up by the wrong guess.
"So this is where you go after school?" he said, "You come here and play your instrument for the shop?"
>"Only on weekends," she replied, "On school days I go to the animal shelter."
>The answer came to no surprise to Brad, but he was still curious about her.
>She was beautiful, almost as much as Twilight, and Brad couldn't look away.
>She was the perfect biological specimen of a woman: her wide hips, her supple bosom.
>He had to have her.
 
"Nice talking to you, Flutters," he said, "I gotta buy a new string for my bass."
>"Oh, good," she said, "I have to go to anyway."
>Fluttershy picked up her recorder and turned towards the door.
>Brad hurriedly grabbed his change, receipt and replacement string and rushed out into the main foyer.
>He scanned the crowd for any sign of Fluttershy, any beacon to alert him of her position.
>Through the rows of designer clothing Brad noticed a light green dress.
>A bright pink tuft of hair wiggled through the crowd like a beach ball in a stadium.
>His eyes locked on Fluttershy, Brad pushed his way through the throngs of people, squeezing through the gaps in pursuit.
>He maintained a good 15 feet of distance behind her, not wanting to alert her of his presence.
>He stalked her to the parking lot, lucky enough to have parked nearby.
>Without taking his eyes off of her, Brad slipped into his car and pulled out behind Fluttershy, falling back to avoid suspicion.
>He tailed her for about ten minutes, tracing her path with a hunter's precision.
>Eventually they reached her house: a small brick ranch house with no other cars in the driveway.
>Brad parked a ways back, trying to position himself in her blind spot.
>She left the car and made her way to the front door.
>Thinking quickly, Brad took the oppurtunity to grab his E-string and the store bag from his backseat.
>Once Fluttershy entered her house, Brad swiftly made his way to the front door and slipped inside before the door closed.
>Standing still by the foyer, Brad heard a soft humming from a couple rooms away.
>He heard the sounds of dog and cat bowls filling with water and food. Brad wondered how many pets she had.
>It wasn't long before he started to hear footsteps approaching the front door.
>Thinking quickly he crouched behind the living room couch, waiting for her to pass by.
>A few seconds passed before she stepped into few, her small feet alighting on the tiled floor.
>She walked quietly past Brad, giving him a closer view of her curves.
 
>Brad stayed hidden as she turned towards the stairs.
>They stairs creaked lightly under her feet as she ascended, her hips swinging hypnotically with each step.
>After an agonizing wait, Fluttershy turned the corner at the top of the stairs and disappeared.
>Brad left his hiding spot and crept up the steps, careful to tread exactly where her feet had fallen.
>One mistep could make the staircase squeak, alerting her of his intrusion.
>He exhaled in relief when he reached the top, taking a moment to silence himself.
>He heard a rustling in a nearboy room, and with Fluttershy the only one home, he assumed it was her bedroom.
>The next few minutes played out just like his attack on Shimmer.
>He cracked her door, peeking inside to witness an astounding sight.
>There she was, a curtain of pink hair flowing halfway down her back, her dignity covered by white cotton underwear.
>She was fiddling with her earrings in the mirror, her curved spine turned towards Brad.
>Grabbing the bag and string, Brad slowly pushed the door open.
>He was careful to stay in her blind spot, holding the bag open as she struggled with the second earring.
>He lifted the bag above her head, waiting for the right moment to strike.
>The opportunity presented itself when Fluttershy looked down to put the earring on her desk.
>She never saw his reflection in the mirror as he pulled the bag over her face.
 
>Fluttershy screamed as her world went black, unable to see past the thick weave of the bag.
>She felt a hand clasp around her mouth, muffling her cries as she wrestled against her attacker.
>Her body was being pushed around, shifting away from the mirror.
>She couldn't tell where she was going until she lost her balance, crashing onto the mattress.
>Before she could react, her head was forced into the bed and her hands were brought behind her back.
>Brad held her wrists together as he brought out the E-string.
>Fluttershy started to panic when she felt her wrists being looped by a length of metal rope.
>She thrashed violently to deter the assailant, but she was far too weak to prevent her bondage.
>Her attacker, his job complete, pulled his hands away, watching her writhe against her bonds.
>Her arms were useless, tied behind her and unable to remove her blind.
>She wriggled helplessly on the mattress, her only solace lying in her cotton coverings.
>Brad admired his work, taking in every inch of her body as it fought to get free.
>His senses went numb, blood rushing to his groin whenever she rolled onto her back, revealing her perfect form.
>Her breasts, hidden in their cotton sling, were begging to be caressed.
>Brad slipped off his clothes and flipped Fluttershy onto her back.
>She yelped as she felt two hands glide up her thighs and stomach.
>Her breathing quickened as they neared her tits, writhing in an attempt to get away.
>She screamed when her fears were realized, a pair of large hands cupping her breasts.
>She kicked and bucked but the hands ceased to stop, moving her tits in circular motion.
>Moaning loudly, Brad grabbed the top of her bra and pulled it down, her nipples springing out as they were uncovered.
>Fluttershy, startled by the cold air meeting her bare nipples, arched her back in pleasure.
>With one hand squeezing one nipple, Brad made the next move and latched his mouth around the other.
 
>Fluttershy moaned, her body betraying her was stings of pleasure shot up her spine.
>Hot breath washed over her nipple, heightened by the dampness of his mouth.
>Brad's tongue traced deftly around her nipple as Fluttershy rocked in agony.
>Fluttershy gave herself the courage to talk as she felt a dampness between her thighs.
>"Please...whoever you are...let me go..."
>Brad ignored her, taking his hand off her breast and sliding it down her stomach.
>Fluttershy panicked as his hand neared her sacred orifice, crossing her thighs tight in a vain attempt to stop him.
>Her moans came to a head when Brad passed over the elastic, his hand digging into the groove of her panties.
>The white cotton was stained grey, soft and damp against his hand.
>Fluttershy cried, tears running into the bag as her folds were massaged.
>She felt ashamed, her panties growing more damp with every pass of his hand.
>Her senses were split between the suckling of her teat and the pressure on her clitoris.
>She hardly noticed when the hand slipped below the elastic and touched her bare lips.
>It didn't feel much different from the fabric in terms of pleasure, it was her most sacred place being touched making her uneasy.
>Her whimpers excited Brad, his member poking her thigh. He pulled his dripping hand away, ready to move on to the next stage.
>He lifted his mouth from her breast, jiggling slightly as they were freed from his embrace.
>Fluttershy begged that it was over, that she would be allowed to go back to her day.
>Her hopes were dashed when she felt a pair of hands spread her thighs.
>She fought against the force but was too weak to prevent her assailant from parting her legs, revealing her damp underwear.
 
>She yelped as a warm tongue pressed against the cloth, a light pressure digging into the groove of her panties.
>She was in shock from the pleasure, her body twitching and contracting as she fought to retain control.
>Brad was an expert on cunnilingus by that point, his tongue lashing around her labia with unrivaled dexterity.
>He wouldn't have thought that her panties were white now that they were stained a dark grey from the moisture.
>Some of the fluid seeped through the weave; Brad lapped it greedily like a thirsty dog.
>Fluttershy's mind was lost in waves of emotion, her brain pumped full of hormones and clouding her judgement.
>A fire burned in her stomach, growing larger with every pass of his tongue.
>The heat spread to her limbs and her body bucked violently as she neared the edge.
>She spasmed so much that she failed to notice the sensation on her vulva had stopped.
>She whimpered, thrusting her hips forward, searching for anything to stimulate her.
>Brad looked down at the writhing girl, his cock twitching violently in anticipation.
>He smiled, eager to satisfy both of them as he grabbed her hips and flipped her onto her stomach.
>She pushed her head down, her ass high in the air as rivers of lubricant ran down her thighs.
>Brad positioned himself behind her, his knees creaking against the mattress.
>Fluttershy feared what would happen next, praying for a miracle to stop the assault.
>She yelped when a pair of warm hands caressed her cheeks.
 
>Brad took a moment to admire the curve of her buttocks, firm and round against his hands.
>Her panties offered little protection against his advances, his fingers diving under the cloth and fondling the skin beneath.
>She whimpered as Brad prodded her clothed pussy with his cock, running it along her slit.
>She pleaded whoever was doing this to stop, but her heart told her the efforts would be in vain.
>Her mind snapped into reality as she felt her panties being pulled down around her knees.
>She thrashed and wriggled, desperate to shake off the attacker.
>Brad nearly orgasmed immediately when her perfect pussy was unveiled.
>Slick streams of fluid drained from her pink lips, parted slightly in arousal.
>Her clitoris poked out of its hood, engorged from the massage it was given.
>Brad stopped her writhing by grabbing her hips tightly and aligning his cock to her entrance.
>Fluttershy screamed, begging him to stop when she felt a growing pressure against her slit.
>"Please...I'm not--"
>Her words were interrupted by a screech as her womanhood was penetrated.
>Her screams (and moans) grew louder the further Brad pushed.
>Her walls parted just enough to accept him, squeezing his shaft to deny him entry.
>Brad felt the familiar bump of the hymen and retracted his cock.
>Fluttershy exhaled, relieved that he had stopped.
>Her peace was broken by a hard thrust and a stinging pain rocketing up her spine.
>The deflowering thrust had enough force to drive his cock to its base, bumping hard into her cervix.
>The pain caused her walls to contract, gripping Brad's cock with hundreds of tiny ridges.
>His eyes rolled back as streams of crimson ran down his shaft.
>He pulled himself out, his cock stained red, and thrust slowly back inside.
>Fluttershy was in a realm of pain and pleasure, the two mixing together in a euphoric emotion.
 
>Her body rocked with every push of Brad's hips, her walls moving in and out as they were pushed aside.
>Each thrust came close to her cervix, drawing out a whimpering moan.
>Brad held her hips tightly to his, her buttocks pressing against his groin with every thrust.
>Blood dribbled out of her pussy and mixed with the clear streams of lubricant running down her thighs.
>She couldn't deny the euphoria she was experiencing but felt ashamed.
>She wanted to save herself for another man, perhaps Norman or maybe even Brad.
>She felt searing anger towards the villian violating her, stealing her dignity and purity with every stroke of his cursed shaft.
>Her loathing continued for an eternity, interrupted by the fire igniting in her stomach.
>She pleaded with her body to stop as the impending climax burned through her legs and up her torso.
>Her stomach convulsed as the hormones were locked in the process of orgasm.
>Soon it would be too late to stop herself, and her violator felt it.
>The walls around his cock twitched and convulsed, the telltale sign of an approaching climax.
>He groaned loudly; his shaft felt like it was wrapped in a vibrator.
>He thrust faster, wanting to accelerate his own orgasm to match hers.
>Fluttershy moaned louder with every thrust, her climax growing with every wave of pleasure he sent through her.
>Brad looked down at her ass, her wide hips, perfect for child-bearing, acting as a visual for his orgasm.
>Her tits swung underneath her, evolutionary perfection undulating from his thrusts.
>The pleasure soon became too much for Fluttershy to handle, wailing as her orgasm commenced.
>Hot splashed of cum washed down Brad's shaft, draining down onto her thighs and to the mattress.
>Brad's cock felt like it was in an oven, rivers of hot fluid running down his length.
>Her walls constricted his dick, a ring of pleasure travelling up his shaft as if it was milking him.
>Brad couldn't hold back his orgasm any longer, contracting his muscles and grabbing her ass tight against his body.
>He pushed his cock against her cervix as he came, cum spurting inside her like a geyser.
>Cum pooled against the opening of her womb, desperate to get inside.
>Brad moaned as he injected his seed into her womb, residual strands coating her walls with white streaks.
>He came for what seemed like hours, the cum pooling against her cervix from gravity.
>His energy nearly drained, Brad pulled his cock from her pussy, light streams of ejaculate dribbling out.
 
>Fluttershy whimpered, hot seed collecting inside her.
>It was bad enough that he had stolen her purity, but now she was carrying his essence inside him.
>She didn't have the strength to get up, her position forcing the cum to pool at her cervix.
>She felt like a female dog, used as a vessel for the male's semen.
>It was like she had been used simply as a means to an end, a pathway for the man who had mounted her to spread his legacy.
>Tears stained the bag as her strength leaked away from her.
>Brad stood behind her in post-orgasmic exhaustion, holding his mate by her hips.
>His chest heaved in time with hers, his cock returning slowly to its flaccid state.
>He rested for a bit, smiling when he heard snoring from the bag.
>He slowly removed the bag from her head, and sure enough, Fluttershy was fast asleep.
>Her eyelids drooped over her large green eyes, her mouth turned down in a drowsy frown.
>She had never seen who had defiled her.
>Brad undid the bindings around her wrist and got himself dressed.
>He crept quietly out of the room and shut the door, trying not to wake her.
>He stumbled outside, locking the door behind him.
>He threw his belongings in the backseat and started the car.
>He put the car in gear and drove away, leaving no trace that he had ever been there.
>Brad turned on the radio, trying to clear his head.
>After being reminded that the trial was two days away, Brad drowned out the thoughts of Fluttershy with the bassline from "Roundabout" washing through his ears.
>He went up to his room after coming home and opened his closet.
>Inside was a suit, tailored to his size with a note taped to the lapel.
 
"A man needs to look professional at his day in court. Hopefully I got the size right, your mom is better with that kinda stuff. Love, Dad."
 
>Brad tried on the suit and found it fit him like a glove.
>Thinking about the upcoming trial made Brad uneasy. He hung the suit back up and threw himself onto his bed.
"It's been one hell of a week," he sighed as he difted off to sleep.
 
+++
 
>The next day, Brad was pulled aside by Rainbow. She looked at him with a confusing expression.
"Rainbow?" Brad asked, "What's wro-"
>"Shhh!" she silenced him, "I don't want anyone to hear."
"Okay," he whispered, "What's up?"
>"Remember that...one night?" Rainbow gulped, "When you and I...hit it off?"
"I guess so," Brad said, "What's the matter?"
>"Well," she exhaled hard, "I stopped having my period."
>Brad stood there in stunned confusion.
"And?"
>"You see, Brad," she started, "Twilight told me that when a woman stops having her period, it means...well..."
"Spit it out, Rainbow," Brad wrapped his arms around her, "Get it off your chest."
>"It usually means she's..." Rainbow stuttered, "It means...she's...expecting."
 
>Brad's face tightened, hoping she was joking around.
>One look at Rainbow's face was enough to tell him that this wasn't the case.
"Oh my goodness, Rainbow..." Brad sputtered, "I'm so sorry..."
>Rainbow smiled half-heartedly.
>"It's not your fault..." she lied, "I really should have been more careful."
"What are you going to do?" Brad panicked, "What are WE going to do?"
>"Calm down, Brad," she kissed him softly, "Here's what we gotta do. I definitely can't play sports like this, so we'll have to fake an injury."
>Brad couldn't believe his ears.
"Sports?" he said, "That's what you're more worried about? What about having to raise a child?"
>"Two things," she snapped, "One, sports is all I have to live for. And two, I've got you to raise him with me."
>Brad was sweating, the weight of Rainbow's words crashing down on him.
>If he helped Rainbow, Twilight was sure to find out about their relationship.
"Listen, Rainbow," he said, "I'll help you raise him, but you have to act like its not mine, understand?"
>Rainbow nodded, her hand resting on her stomach.
"I'll help anyway I can," he said, "Just call me and I'll be right there to help."
>He leaned down to her stomach and gave it a kiss. His unborn child was just beginning to grow.
>"I love you, Brad," she said.
"I love you too, Rainbow."
>The pair locked themselves in a deep kiss, breaking apart when the class bell rang.
>Brad waved goodbye as Rainbow went back down the other direction.
 
>Not even Atlas had more weight on his shoulders than Brad did at that moment.
>The trial.
>The rapes.
>Rainbow's pregnancy.
>Hiding his affair from Twilight.
 
>He collapsed in the hallway, a blue-skinned girl with rainbow hair screaming his name.
>His vision became more and more blurred as the school dissolved around him.