The Life and Times of Cherry Pop
Things were looking pretty bleak. Cherry Pop realised that he might have to admit defeat and head home to his mother, Cherry Jubilee. It galled him. He didn’t have a single bit left to his name, which meant walking home through the desert, and it was a long walk back to Dodge Junction. There were no bits for a train ticket. And he wasn’t about to write home and beg for bits.
“Well fuck,” Cherry Pop muttered to himself.
Passersby on the streets didn’t give a second glance to the sooty grey earth pony with a bright cherry red mane. He was just another face in the crowd now. One of the many ponies who had come to Las Pegasus hoping for fame, fortune, and glory. The city had nearly destroyed him. He had come here, full of hope, innocent, and filled with dreams. Now, he was bitter, starving, his illusions had been shattered, and there was nothing left to hope for.
His belly growled as he sat on the sidewalk trying to figure out what to do.
“Hey kid, you look down on your luck… but you also have something that makes me a bit curious about you.”
Cherry Pop looked at the pony speaking to him. A greasy looking pegasus was eyeing him and the pegasus’ eyes kept falling down to Cherry Pop’s backside.
“That’s an interesting cutie mark kid,” the pegasus observed.
Cherry Pop sighed. He hated his cutie mark. It was a bottle of cherry soda, opened, and it had fizzed and foamed over, spilling white froth down the sides.
“What’s your name kid?” the pegasus asked.
“Cherry Pop,” Cherry Pop replied, cringing as he did so. His name had killed more chances at work than he could keep track of.
“Are you shittin’ me?” the pegasus asked.
“No sir, it is my real name. My mother, Cherry Jubilee named me,” Cherry Pop replied.
“Fuckin’ aye,” the pegasus responded. “Kid, your almost a goldmine. Want to make some coin kid?”
“Doing what?” Cherry Pop asked. Cherry Pop hoped the stranger wasn’t about to ask him to sell his ass, because he was almost hungry enough to do it.
“Want to be in a movie?” the pegasus asked. “You look like the type. Lemme guess, you came here, thought you were handsome, looked for a movie deal, and now you are broke and ready to go home, right?”
“Yeah, pretty much,” Cherry Pop sighed.
“Well, I will pay hard bits and a free lunch if you will work on a project of mine. I want to see if my hunch about you is spot on. Kid, you still wanna be famous?” the pegasus asked.
“Look, if it is more stunt work, I don’t think I can take being beat up anymore,” Cherry Pop answered.
“Kid, I have a feelin’ about your cutie mark. I am going to pay you money and feed you lunch and all you gotta do is fuck some down on her luck mare,” the pegasus offered.
“What?” Cherry Pop asked, blushing through his grey pelt.
“Ever been laid kid?” the pegasus asked in a slick voice.
“Um, no, no I haven’t,” Cherry Pop admitted.
“Today is your lucky day kid. My name is Hunky Dory. I am glad to meet you. Now lets get you something to eat and then we’ll go have ourselves a little audition,” Hunky Dory offered.
“Okay,” Cherry Pop said nervously.
“Kid, I have a good feeling about you,” Hunky Dory said with a wink.
The hotel room was crowded. There were several ponies with cameras. The room smelled funny, sort of musty, an odd fungal smell that burned the nose slightly. Cherry Pop felt much better after eating a meal, and he and Hunky Dory had talked a great deal.
His stomach was also full of butterflies.
The idea of sex was nerve wracking, but sex while other ponies were watching, sex on camera, that was making his freak out. Cherry Pop didn’t know how to deal with it.
“Okay, let’s see the goods. Cherry Pop, lay down on the bed, on your back, and our lovely fluffer is going to stroke you into a hard on. Since you’ve never fucked a mare before, you are probably going to bust a nut pretty damn quick, but we’ll roll cameras anyway. Might be some good footage to be had and we can edit into something else later,” Hunky Dory instructed.
There was a mare already on the bed, tired looking, worn out, with dark circles under her eyes. She rolled over out of the way and Cherry Pop laid down. A cheerful looking pegasus came out of the small crowd and gave him a tickle with her wing. She was chewing gum and smacking loudly.
“Hey sugar, you’re handsome, my name is Cinnamon and I am going to fluff you,” the pegasus mare giggled.
Cherry Pop took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and tried to calm himself.
The calm ended when he felt feathers tickling over his sheath. Immediately, something happened. He felt himself peeking out and Cinnamon continued to smack her gum, chewing noisily.
“Come out, come out,” Cinnamon coaxed as she continued to tickle.
Cherry Pop felt himself growing even harder, and then he heard gasps coming from around the room. He opened his eyes and looked at Cinnamon, who was staring at him wide eyed.
“Holy shit…” Hunky Dory gasped.
“Would you look at that…”
“There are earth ponies, and then there are earth ponies...”
“It isn’t even fully hard yet…”
“We are going to be rich,” Hunky Dory breathed. “Keep fluffin’ ya dumb broad!”
Cinnamon began stroking the shaft with her wing feathers, drawing a low moan from Cherry Pop. His hips wiggled, causing his balls to bounce a bit.
“That thing makes my ass hurt just lookin’ at it,” a unicorn with a camera said. “I am going to need a panoramic lens to fit that thing into the shot.”
The other mare at on the bed watched the growing cock with alarm. It was going in her cunt later, or maybe her ass, and she wasn’t sure if she wanted it going in either. “Luna’s labia, that thing is fuckin’ enormous!” the mare exclaimed.
“Sure is,” Hunky Dory agreed.
Cinnamon continued to stroke the tumescent throbbing cock, tickling up and down the sides with her wings. Already a steady dribble of cocksnot trickled out and the tip glistened, looking reflective and shiny.
“I think he is gonna cum,” Cinnamon announced.
Hunky Dory nodded.
Cherry Pop felt a tremendous pressure in his balls and the feathers stroking his cock set him ablaze. He gnawed his lip and writhed on the bed. He wasn’t even fully hard, which was embarrassing… His breath caught in his throat. The pressure was painful now.
Cinnamon kept stroking, her wing moving double time now, no longer fluffing, but giving a full on wing job. Little spurts of of dick spit were shooting from the tip. It kept growing. She smacked on her gum as she continued her job.
With a grunt, Cherry Pop blew his load. A wax dart shot from his shaft, blasted past his head, and then shattered the mirror over the headboard of the bed.
The mare on the bed screamed as shards of the mirror showered down upon both of them, covering the bed in silver bits of broken glass. The crew shouted. There were cries of alarm and panic all around the room.
“SHIT! Somepony tell me we got that on film!” Hunky Dory demanded.
“Yeah boss, I got it!”
“FUCK YES!” Hunky Dory swore.
“Ain’t no way he’s sticking that thing up my ass,” the burned out looking mare exclaimed. She flopped out of the bed, landed on her hooves, and then ran out the door as fast as she could, little bits of broken glass slipping from her pelt as she escaped.
“Fuck that bitch! Damnit!” Hunky Dory swore. “Cherry Pop, I am going to make you famous! We need to switch rooms. Let’s move next door. Cinnamon, I’m going to need to take a good dickin’ for the team,” Hunky Dory said.
“But I am not into stallions,” Cinnamon protested.
“Look here you carpet munching snatch scratcher, I’ll pay you extra on top of your usual day’s pay,” Hunky Dory offered.
“Fine,” Cinnamon agreed halfheartedly. “But he had better not cum inside of me,” she protested.
Cherry Pop watched Cinnamon waggle her backside at him. He was erect, mostly, it took plenty of time for him to get hard, and everypony seemed to be in a hurry.
“Kid, just go over there, mount her, and stuff that filly fun time fuck stick right down her cunt. Don’t be nervous,” Hunky Dory coaxed.
“Okay,” Cherry Pop agreed. He was still nervous.
“No cumming inside me! I don’t want you tearing tearing me a new asshole with that cunt cannon of yours,” Cinnamon protested.
“So, just walk up, mount her, stuff it in, and then just hump her?” Cherry Pop asked.
“Well, be showy about it. Make faces. Be dramatic. Make a big deal about it,” Hunky Dory instructed. “Now go over there and give her the sort of dickin’ where she won't be able to sit down for a week.”
“Fuck you Hunky, you perverted cum gargling dick nibbler!” Cinnamon swore.
“You kiss your mother with that mouth?” Hunky Dory asked.
“No, but I licked your mother’s filthy pussy,” Cinnamon retorted.
“Classy broad,” Hunky Dory muttered.
Cherry Pop went over and mounted Cinnamon. He wrapped his forelegs around her barrel, slid up along her back, and then fumbled around looking for her entrance. He felt something wet and slick and without a word of warning, jammed himself in.
“OH FUCK IT IS LIKE FISTING FRIDAYS AT THE MINOTAUR GAY BAR!” Cinnamon shouted.
Cherry Pop pushed his way in a little further, feeling Cinnamon’s tight wetness slurping around his cock as he slid in inch by delicious inch. There was a soggy squelching sound.
“Fuck that bitch, I want to hear your balls slapping!” Hunky Dory demanded.
Cherry Pop picked up the pace, still trying to hilt himself. He pulled Cinnamon backwards with his forelegs as he humped violently forwards. Cinnamon squealed as he felt his tip bang up against something spongy inside of her.
He withdrew, almost slipping out, and then rammed home as hard as he dared. There was a lewd sounding splat as Cinnamon cried out, and then she began to moan as he jackhammered away.
“Too much dick!” Cinnamon cried. “Not so deep!”
Cherry Pop continued plowing, still trying to hilt himself. He felt her slick folds stretched tight all around him, and her moist passage was stuffed to capacity. Cinnamon’s front legs gave away and she fell downward, angling her backside up a little higher.
Suddenly, Cherry Pop was balls deep and Cinnamon screamed, pounding on the floor with her forehooves. Tears rolled down her cheeks. “No!” she cried.
Cherry Pop rammed home even harder. Cinnamon was a really good actor. She cried and kicked beneath him and was giving a much better show than he was, which made Cherry Pop feel a little self conscious.
“Ugh ugh ugh oh stop!” Cinnamon begged.
“Take it bitch!’ Cherry Pop replied, slipping deep into his role as he slipped deep into Cinnamon.
Hunky Dory made a gesture to keep going.
Cherry Pop angled his hips a little, braced his hind hooves against the floor, pushed Cinnamon away from him, and then without warning, he slammed her violently back against him, causing her to shriek as he smashed her clitoris with his balls. He smiled broadly and made an exaggerated face of pleasure for the cameras.
He continued this brutal fuck-ramming, each act of cunt crashing causing a sound like a waterlogged towel being thrown to the floor. A puddle of liquid was forming between Cinnamon’s hind legs… the liquid had a shocking pink colour. The slit splitting continued unabated, each painful pussy pistoning producing a pained proclamation from Cinnamon
Even Hunky Dory had a raging hard on from watching the furious fucking, and he was gay.
Cinnamon wailed with each return on the relentless reaming. Her face was soaked in tears, and liquids dribbled off of each end of her body.
At last, Cherry Pop could take no more, he felt the same feeling as before. A tightness indicating a need for release. He shoved Cinnamon away from him, popping free from her sundered snatch like a cork. She fell to the floor beneath him. Reaching down with his front hoof, standing on three legs, he angled his cock downwards.
The ballistic baby batter hit Cinnamon hard enough to almost instantly raise welts along her back, and the battered mare lapsed into terrible sobbing. She rolled over onto her side, curled into a fetal position, and Cherry Pop stepped away, looking a bit confused now, because the action was over, but she was still crying.
The cameras zoomed in on her gaping gash, which was swollen and red, little trickles of blood were visible. Her cloven cleft was misshapen and well abused. It clenched a little, oozing out a bit of cock snot, cunny honey, and blood. The cameras captured it all in every minute detail, each heaving clench of her nearly prolapsed pussy.
“Is she okay?” Cherry Pop asked, his tone slightly confused. “I thought we were acting.”
“Kid, rule number one in this industry. Somepony is always getting fucked. Today, it was Cinnamon. She took a colossal fucking,” Hunky Dory chuckled. “She’ll take a few days off, sit on a bag of ice, and then return to work because she needs the money and this jobs pays better than anything else the dumb bitch is capable of doing. Always make sure you are the one doing the fucking and everything will be fine. Now let’s go out for drinks, we’ll stop by my lawyer’s office on the way out, and and finalise a few contracts for you. Cherry Pop, you’re going to be a star,” Hunky Dory promised.
Cherry Pop stepped away from Cinnamon’s sobbing and heaving body. She remained curled in the fetal position, babbling over and over about how hot her cunt felt. The cameras were being put away in their cases and Hunky Dory had disappeared into the bathroom. There was furious grunting behind the bathroom door, heavy breathing, and the sounds of hooves stomping on the tile floor.
He lowered his head down to Cinnamon. “I guess one of us had to be fucked, I am sorry it was you,” he apologised.
“Fuck you,” Cinnamon muttered.
Cherry Pop jerked his head back in shock, feeling suddenly angry. “Look, this was my first time screwing anything. I thought you were acting. If you want to be a bitch about it, I’ll be glad to take it out on your tight little asshole, right here, right now,” Cherry Pop threatened.
“Oh fuck, I should unpack the camera,” a unicorn muttered. “We could use more footage for Plothole Plunderers Four, the Plunder-Pounding.”
Already, Las Pegasus was claiming another soul. Cherry Pop, once innocent and sweet when he left the farm, was now becoming what Las Pegasus did to all ponies. Cherry Pop squatted down over Cinnamon’s sobbing body and wiped his sticky bloody dick along her ribs a few times, smearing her with more cum and pink smears of her own blood.
“Never talk to me like that ever again, I am going to be a star, and you… you’re just some dumb carpet munching fucktoy that I just got paid to demolish. Speak to me like that again and I’ll do the job for free next time,” Cherry Pop threatened. He stepped away from Cinnamon, kicking her once as he did so, and left to wait outside, feeling the need for fresh air.
“Damn, that was a hot,” a camerapony said.