Exchange Rate Anon Ch3

>You wake to find the Sun is again setting.
>It takes you a moment to remember that the sun's position isn't correlated to time of day here.
>Cherry is still asleep, curled up next to your chest
>It's comfortable.
>You stroke her flank absentmindedly
>She is so soft, and warm, you'd like to just lay here next to her for a while
>But nature is calling.
>You shift away from her and sit up at the side of the bed
>"Anon?"
>Damn, you meant to let her sleep a little longer
"Good morning, Cherry."
>She sits up, blinking in the declining sunlight.
>"What time is it?"
"I have no idea.  I don't know how anyone could tell with this crazy sun."
>She stretches her hooves above her head and yawns, then hops off the bed and trots to the door.
"There's a grandfather clock in the hallway."
She opens the door and pokes her head out.
>"It's 3pm.  Guess we slept most of the day away."
>You rise from the bed and start picking your clothes up off of the floor.
>"Say Anon, do you always wear clothes like that?"
"Yup.  It's a human thing."

>"Humans…"
"Hmm?"
>"Anon, where'd you come from? You're so different from anyone I ever met."
"That's kind of a long story.  I came from another world."
>She just kind of stares at you for a moment.
"Ok maybe not so long."
>She looked down, smiling to herself.
>"My coltfriend is an alien…"
"Well, I'm a human, so technically I'd be your boyfriend.  But that's not exactly the case"
>you said, adjusting your tie.
>"Huh? But didn't we.."
"Look, I like you, Cherry Pop, but you aren't the only pony I've fucked today."
>She looks like she might cry.
>Better she cry now than have her become possessive or have her try to cockblock you in the future.
>You squat down next to her and pull her into a hug.
"Don't worry, baby.  It's nothing wrong with you.  Humans are 100% polygamous,"
>you lied.
>"What's that mean?"
"It means that I'm going to be having sex with you and lots of other people. "
>"Oh.." she says, looking down.
"But that doesn't make you any less special to me."
>"Soo...we can still do stuff like earlier?"
>You don't respond, but instead take her chin in your hand and kiss her deeply.
>She hesitates for a moment, and then melts into the the kiss, accepting your tongue in her mouth.

>A short while later, she breaks the kiss and sits back onto your lap, looking up into your eyes.
>"A..are we gonna do "that" again?"
"Am I going to fuck your throat until you pass out again? Absolutely.  But not just now.  Truth is, I'm starving.  Haven't had anything to eat since last night."
>She looks a little disappointed, but then her stomach grumbles a little bit
>"I guess I'm pretty hungry too!  We've got some food in the kitchen downstairs.  Come on!"
>She walks over to the table next to the door and fiddles with a small lamp, which soon lights up, bringing a yellow-orange glow back to the room.
>It has a handle that seems made for a pony to grip in her teeth, which she does.
>She heads through the door, and you follow her
>You are back in the central landing.  You look around more closely than you did last time, and see a number of other rooms around Cherry's, with solid wooden doors, a flight of stairs going up, and the one you came up earlier going down.  To the side of that is a large living area with couches, chairs, a bar, and a large fireplace.
"How many peo..er..ponies live here, Cherry?"
>"Hrust he an hi hah."
"What?"
>She takes the lantern in one hoof.
>"Just me and my Mom," she said, standing on the threshold of the stairs.
>She puts the lantern back in her mouth and proceeds down to the first floor, with you following behind, lost in thought.
>As you reach the landing downstairs, you have pretty well decided.  You are going to use this place as your base of operations.
>The first floor is well lit, with lamps blazing all over the place.
>"Mom! I told you, we can't light all these lamps at once! You'll burn up all our fuel!"
>"Oh, don't worry Cherry, we've got plenty of money for more."
>"That's not the point, you know it's hard to get it anymore!"
>"Oh just go down to the market if you want more."
>"The pony market closed, mama, don't you remember? It's only the foreigners that have anything to trade anymore.  UHHH! Why do I bother!?"

>You walk into the first floor living area to find Cherry blowing out lamps left and right.
>You note as you get closer that there are tears in her eyes, though you wouldn't know if from her expression, which was one of anger.
>Her mother sitting at a table pondering several containers that were sitting in front of her.
>Cherry finished with the lamps, leaving a couple burning for light, and brought one of them over to where her mother was sitting.
>With amazing speed, she combined liquids and powders from a few of the containers into a pitcher, which she quickly capped with an odd looking device.
>She then attached a bellows to it and pumped a few times before producing three glasses, pulling a nozzle on the pitcher and filling each with a fizzy red drink.
>She hands you one.
>Her mother turns to look at you, and her eyes widen.
"M-m-m-mino…"
"Don't worry Mom, he's a human, not a minotaur."
"Oh.." she trails off, seemingly not processing any more than that.
>That's just sad.
>She really is a pretty pony.  Smaller than average, seemingly, with a unique coat and mane, with the former being mostly while with a hint of pink, while the latter was mostly pink, with a shimmer of white, which almost seemed to move as you looked at it, giving the impression of small falling flower petals.
>You hold out your hand to her
"Lord Anonymous, pleased to meet you."
>She timidly gave you her hoof
>"Cherry Blossom, it's a pleasure," she said, before turning back towards the table and the glass Cherry had placed in front of her.
>You feel a tug on your pant leg and turn to see Cherry Pop with her soda in her hand.
>She offers it to you.
>"Come on, Anon, lets go into the kitchen."
>You take her glass and follow her into the next room, which is again ablaze with lamps.

>Cherry is again turning off the lamps while you step over to the table and set down the two drinks.
>"I'm sorry you had to see that Anon.  She comes and goes, but she's been getting worse and worse lately…"
>She is standing on a stool getting something from an upper cabinet.
>Trying to cheer up, she turns holds out a package.  The label says "whole wheat berries".
>"Check it out! I found some wheat berries in the larder!  You want some?"
"What the heck are wheat berries?"
>"Only the tastiest kind of grain there is!"
>She pulled down two bowls from the cabinet.  She poured herself a small portion, and a larger one for you.
>Hmm, maybe like grape nuts?
>She pushes you your bowl, filled with pic related.
>You look at is skeptically, then back at her.
>She is munching happily on it
>You pick one up and try it
>It's really hard, and a little rubbery.  Tastes kind of like cream of wheat, only without the cream.
>You don't think you can eat this.
"I don't think can eat this."
>"Huh? Why not?  They're good!"
"Humans usually can't eat unprocessed grains, which I'm guessing is what this is."
>"Oh. Well lets go look through the larder and see if there's anything you CAN eat."
>You follow her toward the back of the kitchen, and down a set of stairs.
>There is a large room filled with many different sacks and containers
>It's all horsefeed and spices.
"Fuck."
>"So you can't eat any of this stuff, Anon?"
"Doesn't look like it."
>"Oh, I guess you are kind of like a griffon, then."
"A griffon?"
>Like the mythological creature?
>"Yeah, there's a few of them down in the Merchant Quarter, they mostly go there to trade, I buy things from them sometimes like lamp oil, but they also sell stuff like fish and meat.  They're real jerks, but I bet you could beat them up if they were mean to you!"

"In that case, why don't you finish eating, then we'll go to the Merchant Quarter?"
>"Sounds good!" she smiled up at you.
>While she eats, you think about the information you just received.  Why would a bunch of foreigners be trading in this shithole?
>You suddenly realize that you don't have ANY local money.  Just these super-valuable "silver" and copper coins.
>You dig around in your pocket and pull out one of your pennies and set it on the table.
>Cherry, munching on the last of her late lunch, sees it, looks at your, then doubletakes back to the coin, and her jaw literally hits the table.
>"Anon! Where in Equestria did you get that!?"
"Well, I am a man of means,"
>you said, deadpan.
>"You shouldn't be walking around with that kind of money! Don't you know that's 100,000 bits worth of coin? AT LEAST! What if..."
>Your interest perks up a bit.  She knows how to convert the values of these coins to local currency.
"How do you know that?"
>"Know what?"
"How much that coin is worth."
>"Before Dad passed on, he taught me the value of money, everything from wood bits to Royal coin," she said, some pride showing in her voice.
"Good, then can you tell me how much these are worth?"
>You pull out a nickel, a dime, and a quarter.
>This time her jaw hits the table, breaks through, and hits the ground with enough force to crack the tile.
>Figuratively.
>"H.h.how did you get those?"
"It's small change where I come from.  Apparently they are worth quite a bit here. I need to know how much though."
>"Well…" she took the coins and looked at them closely, "I'd have to say that this small one is worth about 100 times as much as your copper coin, and the larger one here is about double that, and the largest one is maybe 3 times the largest one.  We'd need to weight them to be sure, though."

>Thank you Dad.  This is a problem you have been concerned about since you found out about the fortune in your pocket. How to find the exact price of these coins without betraying too much ignorance on the subject, or getting shafted.
>You pull out the rest of your change and put it on the table while Cherry faints into what's left of her lunch.
>Three pennies
>One nickel
>Two dimes
>8 quarters
>You wonder what the bills in your wallet would be worth, had you brought it.
>Probably nothing, since that magical prohibition was on metal coins, not paper dollars.
>Never felt better about being a poorfag.
>Some quick math showed that you have a little under 300,000,000 bits worth of coin.
>Cherry lifts her head again and stares at all the money
>"Anon, what are you going to do with all that?"
>You ignore her question, and tuck your change back into your pocket, leaving out a penny
>It's a good thing you got this lesson.  You would have been way off in any calculations you made, since you would have used the dollar value of the coins rather than the weight as a standard.
"Cherry, your family seems to be pretty wealthy.  Do you have change for this, or know where we can get it?"
>"We don't have near enough, anon.  Usually, you would go to a Minotaur money changer for something like that, but there aren't any in Canterlot."
"Why not?"
>"I don't know, the war I guess. You'd think you'd see more of them since they won and all."
"Is there any other place?"
>"Well, I guess you might be able to get change from a slave trader if you bought a bunch of slaves."
"There's a slave market?"
>"…sort of. Mostly it's a place where desperate ponies go to sell themselves or family members into slavery.  I overheard some of the traders there say that they take them out of the country.  Some of them get their magic back that way, when their master's buy it back from the Minotaurs.  Makes them more useful, I guess."
>She looked real sad when she said that.

"What's wrong?"
>"Nothing." she said, wiping a tear from her eyes.
"Come on, I know something's wrong.  You can tell me."
>You move beside her and put an arm around her.
>"It's just..it's just, I thought about taking Mom there before…you know, so she could maybe get her magic back, but I just couldn't stand the thought of what might happen to her!"
>You pick her up lightly and slide her into your lap, holding her close while the tears stream down.
"What do you mean?"
>"They said that most of the prettier ponies get made into sex slaves!  I know that Mom is really pretty, and I don't want that to happen to her!"
>She's crying again. Life must be hard for her.
>You hold her close, rocking her back and forth.
"You know, that's not such a terribly bad life."
>She sniffles, as you gently wipe the tears from her face.
>"But, the princesses always said that that was a terrible awful thing, worse than death! They said that is what they were defending us from by keeping the Minotaurs away!"
"Well, it is better to be free most of the time, sure, but when things get tough, and you can't manage your life any more, giving yourself over to someone who is superior to you can lift a great burden, and not just for you, but for your family too. Why, I'm in negotiations right now with the princesses to help them out in exchange for them becoming my sex slaves."
>Her eyes widen, then she shakes her head in disbelief.
>"No, I don't believe it, the Princesses wouldn't do that!"

"Oh, they certainly would.  Remember when I told you that you aren't the first pony I had sex with?  I had already fucked both of them.  They aren't in nearly as good a shape even as you are here. Did you know that they eat nothing but tree leaves and grass clippings?"
>"Really?"
"Really.  When they received me that was all they had to offer, though they must have broken their piggy bank to sprinkle a few berries on mine."
>She went quiet.
"You know, they have to pay a bunch of bits to the Minotaurs each year to keep Canterlot free. The truth is that they are not smart ponies.  They really need a master to serve so that they can improve their lives."
>She's fidgeting a bit in your lap. You expect that she is struggling to believe you. She probably knows what you said is true deep down, but it's just hard for her to accept.
"Plus, I would imagine that it feels pretty good.  Remember how you felt when we did it? That is how it feels to be dominated, and as a slave, you'll feel that way all the time. The princesses certainly enjoyed it."
>She looks down at your bowl full of grain and thinks quietly for a while.
>"Anon?"
"Yes, Cherry?"
>"Would you buy me and my Mom?"

>You feel your cock swelling at that question.
>You quickly think about how to answer. On the one hand, you could immediately accept.  You really like the way this little filly goes all out to please you. But maybe there's another way to play this.
"That's a big decision, Cherry.  I don't think you should make it on the spur of the moment.  But to answer your question, yes, I would, if you really wanted to."
>You pick her up, and turn her around to face you.
"But you would have to be sure, absolutely certain that that is what you want."
>She's blushing hard, and can't keep eye contact.
>"That is what I want, Anon.  I don't ever want to be apart from you."
"That may be so, but still, I want you to think about it for a while. At least until tomorrow."
>You reach down and give her a light kiss on the forehead.
>She tries to reach up for your lips, but you pull away.
>"W.why?"
"Hush now, Cherry,"
>you say, picking her up off your lap and setting her on the ground.
"Now let's go to the Merchant Quarter.  I have got to get something to eat!"
>She's looking up at you quizzically, but you ignore her.
"Come on, let's go."
>You head out of the kitchen with Cherry following behind, her face filled with conflict,  like two opposing armies marching on one another. But you don't see it, as you reach the front door, though you know it is there.
"Ready?"
>"Y.yeah.."
>She passes you , walking out onto the stoop.
>You're going to deny her any more love until she agrees to be your slave, and give you everything that's hers, and you aren't going to give her ANYTHING for it. Slavery and submission will be your gift to her.
>You close the door. She will be the one who has to open it, and it will cost her everything to do so.
>Soon...