Exchange Rate Anon Ch2

>You stride confidently out of the derelict theater.
>The largely empty derelict theater
>Seems most everyone but the guards had left, and they were all eavesdropping on your fuck session with the princesses.
>You pass through the front doors, dipping your head slightly at the two remaining guards at the front.
>The sun is starting to get pretty low in the sky.
>Strange, you didn't think you had been that long.  Maybe an hour, two at most.
>You hardly even feel tired, despite it being around 3am Earth time.
>You don't see so much as a soul in the streets until you pass the three guarded barricades which you had rushed by under escort earlier.
>You ponder your current situation.
>The ponies could, despite their small size, overpower you pretty easily.
>You probably couldn't fight off more than one or two at a time.
>If the princesses decided against your proposal, you might just find yourself in real trouble.
>That said, they were pretty stupid.  Gullible even.  And Celestia, who seemed to be the one in charge, really doesn't seem to want to be so.
>Christ, and Luna.  You don't even know what to think about her.  She seems to switch from timid little girl to cock hungry whore at the drop of a hat, or rather, whenever she sees a dick.
>And well, worst case scenario, you could always book it for the laundromat.  Hopefully you could get back through with a little effort.
>Don't need no ponies impaling you and stealing your pocket change, after all.
>Daydreaming aside, you need to find a way to ensure that the princesses can't act against you once they get their magic back.  Or barring that, find a way to ensure they will be your slaves even without giving them that.
>They did say that they were losing their focus.
>But it has been years.  Who knows how long it will take them to degrade to the point where they won't question your actions?
>And would you even want them if they were like that?
>You could go fuck dumb animals at home, if you wanted to.

>What a disgusting thought.
>You nod to the guardponies manning the third barricade, and quickly turn onto the square where you had left little Cherry Pop.
>You had hoped that she would still be around.
>Looking around, you find that she isn't.
>The ponies that were, don't seem to react much to your presence, now that they know you aren't a minotaur, and thus think you aren't an immediate threat.
>"ANON!!"
>You turn to see little Cherry running towards you from a side street of the square.
"Hi Cherry! I was just looking for you!"
>"Hi Anon! I let everyone know that you weren't a minotaur, so ponies aren't afraid of you any more."
"Hey, what's going on with the sun? It was just coming up a few hours ago."
>"Oh, it does that.  Seems to go up and down at random.  The princesses tell us when its time to sleep or get up.  They send the guardponies out to tell everyone."
"Well, the truth is, I'm pretty tired.  Is there any place I can stay?  I have plenty of money."
>"Don't worry about it anon!  You can stay at my place with me and Mom!"
"Well, I wouldn't want to impose.  I was thinking a hotel or something."
>"What's a hotel?  I don't think we have any of those."
>You shrug your shoulders and nod ok.
>She cheerfully leads you toward her home, a nice, almost untouched brownstone just off the plaza.
>She walks up to the door and opens it.
>"Mom!  I'm home!  I brought a friend, can he stay the night?"
>As you walk in the door, a mare with a pink coat and blue mane walks into the foyer.
>"Of course dear, who is your friend?"
>"This is Anonymous!  He's from a far off land!  He's a human!"
>"That's nice dear.  You take care of your friend.  I have…something..to do…"
>Cherry's smile fades quickly.

>Cherry's mother quickly trotted off into another room.  You're not sure if she even looked at you, much less saw that you weren't a young pony friend of Cherry's.
>"Sorry about my Mom, she's been getting kind of weird lately."
>Seems to be going around.
>She looks down.
>"Sometimes, she doesn't even know who I am…"
>You bend down and put your arm around her, and pull her in close for a hug.
"I know.  Her magic is gone.  But don't worry.  I'm sure she will get better soon."
>"I don't know, Anon.  She seems to get worse every day.  She can't even make pop any more."
>Dem literal pony names.
"Come on, Cherry, why don't you show me your room."
>She wiped away a tear that had been forming.
>"OKAY!"
>She's so cute.  You hate to see her sad like that.
>She leads you up the stairs and into a rather spacious room, with lots of toys, though they are all of the kind that would be aimed at a very young child, maybe four or five at most.
>Seems her family was pretty rich before the war, and they managed to hang on to at least some of it afterwards.
>"Well, this is my room.  I even have my own bathroom!  We even have running water!"
>Running water is a luxury?  Seems like you might have lucked out.
"I like your room, Cherry."
>She smiles at the praise.
>You really want to ask about her mother, but you don't want to bring up something painful.
"So, your name is Cherry Pop. Do you know why your parents named you that?"
>"Oh that?  That's a family tradition.  Before the war, we made all kinds of sodas.  We were one of the richest families in Canterlot thanks to our business.  But then Dad died, and Mom couldn't keep up with it…"
God damn it.  She's starting to cry.
"It's ok, Cherry. Everythings gonna be alright."
>you said, picking her up and holding her close.
>She smiled through her tears.  Clearly she had never had an adult pay this kind of attention to her.

>You kiss her gently on her forehead.
>She looks at you, with tear filled eyes, then leans in to kiss you on the lips.
>Then she put her tongue in
>She really tastes like cherry cola, and as her tongue passes over yours, you feel a sensation not unlike effervescence.
>You break the kiss, a string of cherry flavored saliva strung between her mouth and yours
>She wipes her mouth and looks at you expectingly
"You want to do it?"
>She blushed, and nodded.
>"Yes.  I love you, Anon."
"You know that I'm going to hurt you, right?"
>"It's ok. You can do whatever you want.  You're the only one I've met that ever treated me like a real person before."
Dat lack of a parental figure.
>You hold her close, and kiss her again, deeply.
>She's so small, you feel like you might break her.
>You feel like you want to break her.
"Aren't there any colts you like?"
>"No. There aren't any colts around my age that aren't stupid."
>Meaning they had their magic stolen.
>Or maybe they are just immature.
>You set her on her bed.  Her oversized bed, just big enough for the two of you.
>It reeks of her smell, like a glass of cherry cola that was left out overnight. You silently giggle to yourself, wondering if she drools at night.  Even without laying down you can smell it.  You wonder how long it had been since it was washed.
>The thought is quickly pushed from your mind as she starts to fumble with your pants, trying to get them off.
Funny.  She's never had to deal with buttons before.
>You help her by unbuttoning them, and allow her to pull them down, along with your boxers.

>"It's so big!"
>She's right, compared to her diminutive size, it's positively enormous.  You wonder if it will even fit at all, given your experience with Luna, an older and much larger pony.
>You position yourself so that it is directly in front of her face.
"Suck it."
>She stares at it wide eyed for a moment, then slowly, tentatively, leans forward and puts her mouth over the head of your penis.
>She makes a funny face as she tries to suck it like a straw.
>Adorable.
"Like a popsicle, Cherry, not a straw."
>She gave as much of a "Well duh" look as she could with my cock in her mouth, and started to use her tongue.
>That feels nice.
>That weird fizzy sensation again.
>You reach out and put your hand on her head, and gently guide her up and down your cock.
>You pull your cock out of her mouth, and she looks up at you, disappointment spreading across her face.
>You lift up your dick and point to the base
"Lick from here…"
>You move your finger up to the base of the head
"..to here. Then lick around the head a bit and then go back to sucking."
>She nods and returns her focus to your cock
>She leans in and licks your dick, starting at the base, and slowly going up to the head like you showed her, before licking around the head, then taking it back into her mouth as before.
>You take her head with both hands and start to move it up and down your shaft, each time going a bit deeper.
>As you are doing the work, her hooves have drifted down to her crotch, and she was starting to play with herself a little.
"That's good.  Play with yourself like that, but harder.  I want to see if you can get wet on your own."

>She looks up at you and tries to nod with your cock in her mouth.
>She is rubbing her slit more vigorously now.
>You can see that it is having an effect, as her slit is starting to stand open, and her labia is protruding.
>You bend over and run your index finger across her vagina, like a butler checking for dust.
>Sure enough, there is moisture on your finger.
>You taste it.
>Rather than the familiar cherry flavor of her saliva, this is more like sherry.  It leaves a warmth in your mouth not unlike alcohol
>Do all ponies taste this good?
>You straighten back up, and resume your guidance of Cherry's blowjob, guiding your cock progressively deeper and deeper.
>She is starting to gag a little, but you pull back long enough for her to recover, then continue
>She's trying, really, really hard.
>Most of the girls you had been with didn't let you do this.
>Cherry Pop is something special.
>You move start moving her head a little more roughly.  You want to see just how far you can push her.
>She's 2/3rds of the way down your cock, and you are well into her throat.
>Tears are coming from her eyes, but she isn't struggling
>You push her head as far onto your cock as it will go, still leaving an inch or so outside of her lips.
>She's shuddering now, still clopping herself as you instructed, though her eyelids are getting heavy.
>You use your hips and thrust the remainder of the way in, and her eyes start to roll back into her head
>The fizzing on your cock has gotten more intense.  It's almost indescribable, like nothing you have felt before
>Your hips are starting to buck on their own as you fuck her throat
>You are a little worried about Cherry, but her feelings are at the back of your mind right now. All you want to do is cum.
>The pressure is building up, more strongly than you have ever felt

>You hilt in her mouth, with your cock nearly all the way down her throat and let out a load that felt like it must have been a half a liter, directly into her stomach.
>You pull out, still releasing a small dribble of semen, which lands on her chin and her chest.
>For a brief second you are really worried, as she isn't breathing, or responding, but then she coughs and sputters a bit, and her eyes come back into focus as she breathes deeply
>"That..was…good…" she says wearily, before falling over onto her side, dead asleep.
"Yes it was Cherry, you are really amazing."
>you say, as you brush her deep blue mane aside from her face.
>Gently, you lift her up, and as you do, you notice the stain left on the covers.
>Curious, you bend down and sniff, just to check.
"Sherry."
>You say softly.  It seems the young mare came just as hard as you did, if not harder.
>Smiling to yourself, you pull aside the covers and lay her down, then you lie down next to her and soon drift off to sleep.